A/N: Hey dudes and dudettes. Another update for you all, a little Christmas present from me to you!
Hope you enjoyed the last chapter. Thanks for the reviews, alerts, etc. I love getting emails to tell me people like my story, it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling! Anyway... Enough about my fuzziness, On with the show! You know the drill, read, review and enjoy!

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Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC's and my ideas. This is entirely a work of fiction. I am not affiliated with the WWE and/or any of it's Superstars & Divas. No matter how much I wish otherwise. Or ask Santa. CM Punk has never been found wrapped up under my Christmas Tree... So far. But there is always this year. Fingers Crossed.

The song is 'Starry-Eyed Surprise' by Paul Oakenfold / Crazy Town

Chapter 8: Starry-Eyed Surprise

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"...Tonight I'm Seein' Stars..."
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I opened my eyes.
I was laying on something hard and cold. I squinted my eyes as the harsh florescent lights shone down from above me. Again I found myself looking at the Viper. His steely blue eyes were unusually warm, worry etched on his face as he looked at me, uncertainty marring his features. Suddenly his face disappeared, replaced with another. I closed my eyes as said figure proceeded to shine a bright light into my face unexpectedly.

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"Open your eyes Scarlett." A voice said.

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I did as I was told. The face came into focus and I recognised it as that of Kevin, the trainer.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"In the hallway. You collapsed. One minute you were walking with me the next I turn around and you're on the ground. What happened?" Randy replied, his concern evident in his velvety voice.

"I don't know. Everything started spinning, I felt dizzy then... I don't know. My head hurts."

"I'm not surprised. That's twice it taken a pounding tonight."

"Let's get you to my room so I can take a better look at you. Can you walk?" Kevin asked.

"I think so." I replied.

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With the help of both Kevin and Randy I got up off the floor. Randy's arm securely around my waist, supporting my body weight as I took a step forwards and stumbled. Randy tightened his grip, holding me against his muscular form. I tried to move again but my knees buckled and I sank. I was expecting to feel the cold tiles of the floor but instead I found myself pressed against the Vipers chest, I looked up into his deep blue eyes, a blush coming to my cheeks.
The next thing I knew, I was being picked up bridal style and carried down the corridor by Randy. Every footstep he took, echoed through my head. I rested my forehead against his chest, willing the throbbing to stop as I closed my eyes.

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When I opened them again I was laying down on a bench with Kevin hovering above me, looking concerned.

"You lost consciousness again." He said as if reading my mind. "I think it's safe to say you have a concussion." He turned away from me, writing something down. I tried to sit up but that idea was abandoned as soon as I felt a sharp pain shoot through my neck and the back of my head. I resigned myself to laying back down again and brought my hand up to my forehead, shielding my eyes from the lights.

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I heard a commotion from outside the door, raised voices. I struggled to make out who it was or what they were saying. Kevin let out a groan and threw down his clipboard and pen before trudging over to the door.

"Can you keep the noise down?" Kevin said with frustration as he pulled open the door.

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"Where is she? I want to see her. Is she OK?" My eyes snapped open.

"Get lost Punk, I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to see you."

"Bite me Orton."

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I craned my neck in the direction of the voice but received another sharp pain for my effort.

"Ow! Fuck!" I hissed.

"Scarlett?"

"Punk?" I called out.

"Out of my way, I'm her boyfriend."

"Says who? Last I heard..."

"Nobody gives a fuck what you have to say Orton. Butt out, before I make you." Punk replied, venom seeping from his words.

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I sat up on the bench, ignoring the pain I was feeling. "Phil? Is that you? Where are you?"

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Punk pushed past Kevin and came running to my side. He brought his hand up to the uninjured side of my face and looked me in the eyes. His beautiful hazel orbs boring deep into my own. I felt the familiar butterflies flutter in my stomach and a warm, safe feeling washed over me. Just having him near me made me feel secure, like no matter what happened, I'd be safe with him. His eyes were still penetrating my own, as if he was looking for something, I wasn't sure what but he stayed like that for a full minute before he spoke.

"What happened? I saw your match and then Kofi said you collapsed in the hallway. I got down here as soon as I could but that... that Doberman outside wouldn't let me in. Are you OK?" He said in one long breath.

"I'm fine. I'm a little queasy and my head hurts but I'm fine." I replied bringing my own hand up to touch his face. "Phil, I'm sorry."

"What? No, you have nothing to apologise for. I was an asshole. A huge asshole. I lost my temper and I shouldn't have. I'm sorry."

"No Phil. You were right, I was just being stubborn. I should have heard you out, I should have gone back to the room and talked it out with you last night. I was stomping my feet like a spoiled brat. I guess we both have things we need to work on."

He smiled as he leaned in and pecked me on the lips. "No, I love you, stubbornness and all."

I gave a sheepish smile, "And I love your asshole-ness." He smirked at me. "I said asshole-ness. You have such a filthy mind."

"Oh please, you knew exactly what you were saying Miss Gutter-mind." He grinned sitting on the bench beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me against him.

"Are we... I mean..." I looked up at him again, "Us.. is everything OK between us?" Nervously I bit my lip, drawing my lip ring into my mouth.

"Cherry Bomb, we'll always be OK. You and me, we're unbreakable, indestructible..."

"Like cockroaches." I said cutting him off.

He looked at me oddly and then laughed, "Yeah, like cockroaches. You know, the things you say... sometimes you surprise me... Cockroaches.." he laughed again before kissing my forehead, breaking eye contact momentarily.

"My Starry-Eyed Surprise."

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Kevin came back over over to us.

"Well, you look a lot better. But you have lost consciousness three times already so you need to be careful. I think you should go to the emergency room and have your head looked at."

"No." I said straight away.

"Scarlett, you have a concussion. Who knows what kind of damage you might have. They can run all kinds of test to make sure that nothing serious is wrong."

"I said no."

Kevin looked to Punk.

"He's right Cherry Bomb, you need to get that looked at. What if there's internal bleeding or something?" Punk said, his eyes full of concern.

"I said no. I don't want to go to hospital. I can deal with it. Hospital is a not an option. Can I go now?"

"Well since you won't go to the hospital, it's important you keep extra vigilant. You should stay with someone tonight, so they can keep an eye on you. I want you to take these and if anything else happens you are to go straight to the emergency room. Have you got someone to stay with?" Kevin asked.

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I looked at Punk, unsure if we would be rooming together again now we had made up.

"Yeah, I'll look after her." Punk replied, squeezing my hand.

"OK then. But any thing else and it's straight to the hospital."

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I nodded, taking the pills from him.

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"Now I gave you three stitches. It's just a small cut at the corner of your eye socket. It should heal just fine. There'll probably be some bruising and swelling but I'm sure you know how to deal with that by now."

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Once he was finished he sent me on my way.

I walked out into the hallway with Punk holding onto me, keeping me upright and ensuring I wasn't going to go smashing my noggin off anything again.

As we left the room I saw Randy leaning up against the wall.
I sucked in a breath, preparing myself for the oncoming argument.

He was fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I must have been out for a bit if he had time to shower and dress.

He walked over to us, looking uneasily at Punk before shifting his gaze to me where it softened. He asked how I was and I told him what Kevin had said.

The tension between the Straight Edge superstar and the Viper was brutal, icy even.
Punk glared at Randy the whole time he spoke. Shooting small glances at me in-between.

Randy told me creative had come up with a last minute change to our current storyline based on tonight's events and had called everyone to their office while I was out. He said that we would all be given new scripts but not to worry about it tonight, to rest up and he would get Ted to bring me up to speed on everything tomorrow or when I was feeling better. When he finished speaking he looked back at Punk before he sent me a small smile, turned and left.

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Punk stared after his retreating form, shooting lasers into his back with his eyes before he turned back to me and smiled.

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I could tell there was something on his mind.
What? I didn't know.
But there was something in the way he looked at Randy, it wasn't the same hate filled look that he always gave him. There was something more to it.
And even the way he looked at me.

When I caught his eye as he glanced at me while I was talking to Randy, there was something different in his eyes. I didn't know what it was but it made me feel a little uneasy.

I shook off the thoughts. What was I talking about? Maybe I was reading too much into things. It was probably my concussion playing havoc with my mind.

I squeezed Punk's hand and gave him a smile as we began walking towards the locker room.

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"...C'mon The Fun Has Just Begun..."

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