So, the time has finally come and this is the final chapter of Whatever Happens...I thought about dragging it out a little longer, but as I finished up this chapter it ended perfectly and I didn't want to keep it going and bore people...Not sure if I'll ever bring Punk and Gabby to light again, I guess if the right idea comes along then it's always a possibilty because I enjoy writing sequels as much as originals...

Thanks so much for all the support and the 240 reviews, 46 favorites and 61 follows as well as anyone else who stumbled upon this story and read it...your support has been amazing and has kept me going with this story making it as good as it is :)

Right now I'm currently working on a Randy Orton/CM Punk/OC story for someone that is coming along nicely...it'll be titled Something About You and hopefully posted soon...I also have the last (I mean LAST) Ginger and Liz story, which will also be posted soon and titled "Trust is more then Five Letters"...Once those two stories are complete then I'm tackling my CM Punk/John Cena story...as much as I try to write about someone other then Punk, I find it impossible, it's just not as fun for me...

Speaking of fun, the DVD/blu-ray I've been waiting since May for comes out Tuesday and I am beyond psyched for it :) I pre-ordered mine last week and I'm pretty sure the day it arrives will be better then Christmas and my Birthday combined :) Anyway, enough rambling, enjoy and thanks again!

Gabby laid in bed tossing and turning, her brain refusing to shut down. The entire day had been one awkward event after another and she debated just leaving, but knew running wouldn't solve anything. Letting out a sigh she continued to stare at the ceiling wondering what to do next.

Punk lay on his side staring at the clock and watching the minutes tick by. Nothing was going the way he'd planned and he wasn't sure how to change the course that he and Gabby were on, but something had to give. He understood that she wanted to take things slow and he respected that, but he was getting mixed signals from her. Punk took a deep breath and closed his eyes hoping he could shut down his thoughts for the night and get a few hours of sleep.

Gabby threw back and the covers and walked into the bathroom. After splashing some cold water on her face, she looked in the mirror and saw the effects of no sleep. She looked awful and that was saying it nicely. Gabby rubbed her hands over her eyes and decided to just give in and listen to her heart; if she followed it she might at least get some sleep.

Tiptoing down the hallway, she opened the door to Punk's room and saw that he was fast asleep. She let out a sigh and moved to go back to her room, but never made it.

"Gabby, is everything okay?" Feeling bad for waking him up, Gabby turned to answer him.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just couldn't sleep…sorry for waking you up, but I'm just going to go…"

"No…" Punk noticed the desparation in his voice and took a minute to compose himself. "It's okay I wasn't asleep, but do you need to talk or something?" Gabby thought for a minute, but gave him a smile as she entered the room walking over to her side of the bed and climbing in. Once she laid down facing him, there was nowhere to look but into Punk's hazel eyes. It made Gabby's heart start to race, but at the same time she felt awkward and she desperately wished the awkward feeling would go away.

"So what's on your mind?" Punk fluffed his pillow and smirked at Gabby making her heart race faster.

"I think I made a mistake…" Punk swallowed the lump in his throat having a feeling he wouldn't like what was coming next.

"With what?"

"With what I said to you…I'm torn with what I want. My head tells me we should take things slow while my heart says to just pick up where we left off and I'm not sure which I should listen to."

"Well that explains a few things…"

"What do you mean?"

"You've just been back and forth, very hesitant towards me to the point where I was beginning to think you were having second thoughts about us." Gabby let out a sigh as she rolled to her back. She couldn't deny that he was right, she was hot and cold.

"I'm sorry…I just didn't think it would be this hard…"Gabby covered her face feeling tears come to her eyes. Focused on holding herself together, she ignored Punk pulling her close to him, instead resting her head on his chest. "I'm finding that I can't just start over with you, we have too much history and you know me better then anyone." Gabby was surprised to hear Punk let out a light laugh and looked up at him wondering what he could possibly be laughing at. He noticed the scowl on her face and began to explain.

"I'm slightly amused that you're just now discovering this because I've known it all along. You can ask anyone who knows me Gabby and they'll tell you just how miserable I was while you were gone. I was very anti taking things slow, but I'm willing to do anything to make you happy, and if taking it slow is what you wanted then I'd suffer through it. I'm just happy to see that it barely lasted a day." Despite Gabby's initial frustration with him, she found herself smirking a little. This was a prime example of how well he knew her and how much he loved her. Taking a deep breath she knew what she had to do.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing…you have any ideas?"

"Yeah, I need to fly back to Atlanta…" Punk felt his heart sink; everything seemed to be going in the right direction and she hit him with this out of nowhere. Taking a deep breath, he tried to hold in his emotions.

"I think that can be arranged…" Despite his best efforts to contain his emotions, Gabby sensed the sadness and disappointment in his voice. Raising her eyebrow, she sat up looking into his hazel eyes searching for an answer to his sudden change in mood.

"What's wrong?"

Punk shrugged turning his gaze to the alarm clock, "Nothing, I'm just tired…it's almost 3AM and I've had practically no sleep in the past two days."

"Well that was your fault for lying about having to be woken up every hour…" Punk pursed his lips looking back in her direction.

"I'm sorry I did that, but…forget it, I apologize, it was stupid. How did you know?"

"I was very worried about you so I read your chart at least three times and asked the doctor a bunch of questions…oh and I used Web MD…it's okay though I forgive you, well I will if you'll tell me what's wrong…" Punk sighed; he forgot how Gabby could twist things for her own benefit.

"I…I thought we could change things and now you're telling me you're going back to Atlanta…we've only been trying this for two days, I was hoping you'd give it at least a week before you determined it a failure."

"Oh, well you didn't let me finish because you're coming with me so that I can pack all my stuff and move back to Chicago…that is if you want me here…" Punk let her words sink in as a big grin appeared on his face.

"Are you serious, or are you messing with me?"

"I'm serious…I've been back and forth so many times in the last two weeks alone and I can't bear the thought of being without you. Like I said you know me better then anyone else and regardless how much I try to deny it I love you…" Punk sat up tilting her head so that he was looking into her ocean blue eyes. He pressed his hand to the side of her face and looked for the okay to move forward, but before he got it Gabby's lips were on his as she pulled him closer, the kiss deepening and becoming more passionate. In that moment she knew there was nowhere else she'd rather be.

A week later, Gabby had settled in finding it easy to readjust to life in Chicago. She and Punk were laying on the couch watching King Kong both dreading that he had to go back on the road in just a few days. The bright side was that they were together and incredibly happy though Gabby had made quite a few sacrifices leaving her job in Atlanta and had yet to hear back from her old boss at the Chicago Tribune.

"I'm going to miss nights like this when you leave…" Gabby whispered as she cuddled closer to him.

"I know, me too…are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

"It's a very tempting offer, but I need to do the responsible thing and look for a job."

"Work is overrated…"

"That may be so, but you know as well as anyone that I have a shoe addiction and if I'm not working, I can't support said addiction." Punk laughed pressing his lips to the back of her hand.

"No, I could never forget about that addiction, it's cost me a pretty penny a few times." Punk's phone rang and he groaned looking at the ID. "Speaking of work, the bossman is calling now…wonder what he wants…" Punk answered the phone and spoke to Vince for a few minutes before handing the phone to Gabby. "He wants to talk to you…"

"Me, why me?" Punk shrugged his shoulders as Gabby sat up taking the phone into the other room.

"Hello,"

"Ahh, yes Gabby, this is Vince McMahon…"

"I'm aware, how are you Mr. McMahon?"

"I'm very well thank you; I have a proposition for you that I'm hoping you'll take me up on." Gabby raised her eyebrow wondering what he was referring to.

"Go on…"

"Well you see we recently added some new features to the WWE website, and also made a smart phone app. Between the site, the app and the magazine, there's not enough writers or editors to cover everything and I'm offering you the opportunity to work for as well as WWE magazine as the new writer for a piece called 'Superstar Spotlight.' We, as in myself and the board of directors, felt that your Wrestlemania feature was very well done, especially the in depth interviews." Gabby was taken back and couldn't help but peek in the living room at Punk; she suspected that he had something to do with this, but based on his nonchalant reaction she wondered if she could be wrong.

"What are the details of the job?"

"Well that's up to you; some of our writers do their best work traveling alongside the superstars daily, while others cover the pay per view events, but mostly work from home."

"Okay, so I'd be writing for both a magazine and website as well as traveling full time. That's a lot more then I'm used to now, is there any way I can think things over before giving you an answer?"

"Certainly, just let us know what you think by the end of the week and if there's anything we can do to aid in your decision. Not only is this a great opportunity for you, but I think you'd fit in well with the company. You're a very bright young woman and you know just how to draw in an audience."

"Well thank you Mr. McMahon and I'll be sure to call before the end of the week, have a good evening." Gabby hung up the phone and wandered back into the living room finding Punk on the couch right where she'd left him.

"So, what did Vin-man want with my woman?" Gabby smirked walking over to the couch and sitting by him.

"Well, he offered me a job…"

"Really? That's great, did you take it?"

"I said I'd think about it…"

"You're thinking about it…what is there to think about?"

"I need to know something…" Gabby turned to look at Punk and he sensed the seriousness in her tone and sat up looking her in the eye.

"Okay, shoot…"

"Did you have anything to do with this?"

"Honestly Gabby no I didn't…I was responsible for you getting the Wrestlemania feature, but nothing beyond that. I was just as surprised as you were that Vince wanted to have a word with you, but clearly that feature caught some attention, the good kind."

"So I really did this on my own…"

"Why does that surprise you? You landed the gig in Atlanta on your own too; Gabby you're extremely talented and even though you doubt yourself, I believe in you." Gabby smiled at Punk and he felt himself smiling right back at her.

"Well then I guess I'll call Vince first thing in the morning and tell him he's got a new writer…well that is if there's room on the bus for me…" Punk laughed leaning closer to her and resting his hand on her face.

"There's always room for you in my bed…" He wiggled his eyebrows as Gabby rolled her eyes, laughing at him in return.

"You are something else…"

"Tell me something I don't know…"

"Okay, I love you more then anything in the world…"

"Nope, I already knew that, but I bet you didn't know that I love you more then anything and I don't plan on ever letting you go again." Gabby smiled as Punk pressed his lips to hers, his hand going into her hair as he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled away he looked at her and smirked. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything…"

"I'm not hating on the brown hair, but I miss the blonde…any chance I can get blonde Gabby back?" Gabby laughed taking his hand in hers.

"You know I think that can be arranged…blondes have more fun anyway, but do me a favor and stop messing with your facial hair. The lemmy is not a good look for you!" Punk laughed taking his hand from her hair and rubbing his chin.

"I like to think any look is a good look on me, but if you insist then I'll grow it in just for you."

"Just for me?"

"Yes, anything to make you happy…"

"What would make me happy is if you took me upstairs right now so that I could show you that brunettes can have fun too…"

"Why do we need to go upstairs when there's a couch right here?"

"Alright fine, we'll work our way through the house then…"

"That sounds like a challenge to me and you know I never back down from a challenge…"

"That's the point; you say you're the best in the world, time to prove it…" Punk smirked leaning forward, but stopping at Gabby's ear.

"I hope you're ready for what's about to happen because it's going to be like nothing you've ever experienced before…" Gabby shivered feeling his breath by her ear and closed her eyes feeling his lips passionately embrace hers. In that moment, she knew she belonged with Phil Brooks and whatever happened in the future they'd make it through as long as they were together.

You didn't think I'd let them break up for good did you?