A/N: Update!
OK, got a lot of ideas running for this story now. Also anyone reading Hostage that is on a minor pause. I want to wait for the next episode of Raw, can't say for sure if I will or not...I probably could throw in another chapter or two.

To save himself from thinking of...her...Punk threw himself into this new angle.

When they told them before Raw that he would be insulting Bret when he went out Punk made it a point to wear the 'Hitman' gear he had made for himself. It could make him look like a hypocrite, but he did have respect for the man.

Punk searched the halls he wanted to find the legend before the show began. Find him he did, but he wasn't alone.

AJ wasn't far from fainting. There certainly was an upside to her job as general manager as she met many more of the legends she had only dreamed of meeting when she was younger. She giggled and tucked some strands of hair behind her ear. It wasn't in a way that she was flirting, but just out of nervous.

Her eyes caught Punk standing at a distance. They had said they would be friends, but it just seemed like they were trying to avoid one another more and more. It wasn't a hard task with their busy and varying schedules. But they were friends, so he didn't need to be standing so far away.

AJ politely waited for the pause of Bret's words before waving Punk over. Probably a good idea since as soon as she saw Punk all of her attention had diverted away from the man.

Punk stepped up, he looked obviously nervous. "Hey." Punk said tentatively.

"Good to see you Punk." Bret said holding out his hand to shake.

Punk took it gladly trying to keep most of his focus on Bret. "Same. Can't say I'm happy with tonight's schedule." Punk admitted.

"They're making you into a heel. Doing that makes you do a lot of things you might not want to, but you'll suck it up and do it anyway." Bret said.

Punk couldn't deny the man was right. He had never had this problem before though. In other years he would jump on the chance to be heel. He got to to voice himself, but after his 9 monthes as WWE Champion...He didn't feel that need as much. After throwing pipe-bombs and holding the title, people would cheer louder if he came out with a microphone just cause of the excitement of what he might say.

"You'll do fine, Punk." AJ said placing an assuring hand on his bicep.

Of course the simply touch of her hand was enough to put him at ease. He gave a small smile in her direction, a silent thank you. He turned back to Bret, "Just got to say this now. No matter what I say out there or what happens, I respect you."

"Same to you. You're a major part to this business now and you will be in the years to come." The older man assured.

Punk only nodded flashing a similar smile. Looking between AJ and Bret, "I've got to finish getting ready." Punk said. He turned and started walking away.

"Good luck, Punk!" AJ's voice called after him.

A large smile spread over his face. He turned his body so he was slowly walking backwards. "Luck's for losers, AJ!" He called back.

"That's why I said it!" AJ's laughter following the response.

Punk almost stopped where he stood. She had inadvertently called him a 'loser'. He should probably be insulted, but he only felt his smile widen. "See you later, Crazy Chick!" He called back turning back forward.

AJ continued standing next to Bret looking in the direction Punk had gone.

"Young love is cute." Bret teased.

AJ's cheeks instantly flamed at the assumption. "No, we're just friends." AJ said trying to convince herself more than Bret.

"It's OK."Bret said waving off her worries. "How are you feeling for tonight?"

"Little nauseous. I think I'm just nervous." AJ said with a smile waving off her discomfort.

This had been a moment for her to look forward to all week since the last Raw. She was beaming with excitement even with everything that had happened both on-screen and off-screen with Punk.

"Glad to hear it. I'm gonna walk around some, but I'll see you later." Bret said waiting a moment to see if the young diva and general manager needed to talk to him anymore.

"That's fine. I have to pre-taped a couple of segments." AJ assured. Turning she skipped down the hall beaming with excitement for her show.

"Oh god." AJ moaned into the toilet.

Her little nausea from before was a lot worse than she had anticipated. She was partially hugging the toilet as she sat on the floor. She should be glad that her backstage segments were pre-taped, but her currently condition let her unable to introduce Bret Hart to the Montreal crowd.

Tears stinging in her eyes as she rested her head on the toilet lid, not bothering to worry about the fountain of germs on the surface. She had already missed her chance, the second match of the night was already starting and she had been stuck here the entire time.

"AJ!" "AJ, open up!" "Are you okay?!" "AJ!"

She recognized the string of voices outside her door. Kofi, Alex, Kidd, and John. Only more tears welled up as she waited to see if his voice would come.

"AJ!" The loud bang against the door made her jump. She knew they were getting restless with their worry. Slowly she cradled over to the door unlocking it slowly before pulling back so they wouldn't hit her when they opened it.

"It's open." She said weakly.

The group of worried men quickly came inside. She looked up meekly as they noticed her sitting on the floor. Her hair was a mess, sweat coaxing her skin, tears lingering on her skin and in her eyes. She looked a complete mess, she didn't need a mirror to tell her that.

The men looked down at her with worry and confusion at her current state.

"AJ, are you feeling sick?" Kofi asked bending down to her level.

She gave a weak nod and choked sob.

"OK, tell me what's wrong?" Kofi asked.

AJ's lips twitched into a short smile. Kofi was such a mother sometimes. She was happy for it since right now curling into her own mother's arms was like a dream come true.

"I felt nauseous earlier, but I thought I was just nervous..." She choked on another sob. "Kofi, I didn't get to introduce Bret." She said tears streaming down her cheeks now as she looked at the man.

"AJ, don't worry about that. You'll have plenty of chances to introduce many more hall of famers and legends." Kofi assured. Placing his hand on her arm he gently ran his hand up and down the area soothingly.

AJ wanted to argue the point, but she bit her lip. "I know." She sniffed with defeat. "I've been becoming friends with the toilet." She said pointing to the open door of the private bathroom in the office.

Kofi chuckled lightly. "Guessing you got along?"

"No, not really." AJ said, going along with Kofi's small joke.

"Hey, Kofi." John said interjecting. "We should get her to the trainers room, have the medics check her out." John said.

"Yeah, you're right. Kidd, Alex tell them we're coming." Kofi directed.

"Hey AJ. Think you can walk?" John asked. Bending down slightly.

AJ only shook her head 'no' in response.

"OK, put your arms around my neck. I'll carry you." John said.

She did as she was told without question. Her arms looping around John's neck. She felt his large arms loop under her knees and behind her back. He lifted her slowly. AJ thankfully relaxed against his hard build. He may not be the man she wanted to be holding her right now but she still felt somewhat better at the comfort his body was offering.

She buried her head against his shirt. That was mistake as her nose inhaled the smell of John's collagone. She could feel another dose of vomit getting ready to erupt out of her throat. She kicked out of John carry and rushed to the bathroom. She let out the contents of her stomach.

She coughed out the remnants. She looked with a disgusted glare at the partial digested food. She took a few deep breaths till she was comfortable enough to pull away. "I'm OK." She assured John and Kofi as they looked at her questionably.

John careful lifted up AJ again. AJ made sure to hold her breath and not get anymore of the smell. Covering over her mouth and nose with one hand that both just believed to be for her nausea.

Still she relaxed the best she could as John carried her from the room.

Punk ran a hand over his face. Still not jumping for joy about this story line. He thought back to his last heel turn and remember the fun he had with it. Screwing over Vince and having those moments of glory were a highlight of his career. Not that he liked how they were the only ones people seemed to remember. He was still proud of them.

He shook his head trying to get the thoughts out of his head. He looked up. Taken a back when he saw John leaving AJ's office. Her brown hair and and legs noticeable from the other side of John's body.

Punk's gut lurched with disgust. He saw Kofi leaving the room as well. "Kofi! What's going on?" Punk asked the man that he affectionately knew as his road wife.

"Hey Punk," Kofi responded his voice mildly dejected as he looked in the direction John had gone. "AJ's been throwing up since Raw started. Which is why she didn't announce Bret. She's upset." Kofi sighed. "I'm gonna make sure she's OK." Kofi walked away from Punk not even noticing the shock and worry of the Second City Saint.

AJ grumbled as she laid on the cushioned table. Usually wrestlers would get their muscles stretched out before and after matches when trainers would check for injuries. The medics had put her on the extra table wanting to monitor her since she refused to go back to the hotel and rest.

She had peed in a cup and they had taken some blood for them to test. The show was in it's final moments, the cameras already cut off. The trainers told her to stay put though. The results of her urine sample were coming back.

She groaned looking at her phone. Only flipping through her twitter not even playing attention to what was in each post only glancing over the names of the posts.

"Feeling better?"

AJ looked over Punk was standing there the title in tow. It looked like he had come right after the last segment of Raw. Even thinking that that was enough to make her heart swell in her chest.

"How would you feel if you've been puking on and off for three hours?" She asked playfully. she set her phone down giving him her fully attention now. "So how was my show?" She asked.

"Well my parts were great." Punk said, not hiding his cockiness as he took a chair and sat next to the table close to her head.

AJ rolled to her side setting the phone down on the table in front of her. She was facing Punk, using her arm as pillow. "Of course." she said rolling her eyes, but the smile on her face present.

"I was gonna check on you sooner." Punk said. He was trying hard not sound as nervous as he felt.

"Not that entertaining. I'm either laying here or hunched over a toilet. I probably look like hell." AJ said suddenly becoming very aware of her appearance.

"I've seen worse." Punk said waving off her appearance. Biting back the thought of how beautiful she still looked even with her skin paled, her eyes and nose reddish in color, her lips dry and chapped. Yep she was still beautiful.

"Of course." AJ sighed. She ran a hand through her hair. "I wanna go to the hotel. I have a flight at 5am, they could at least let me go get some sleep." She whined rolling on her back again. And apparently she had moved to quickly.

She practically leaped off the table rushing to a nearby bucket the trainers had left for her. Dropping to her knees she heaved out. Only water and stomach acid erupting from her throat. She coughed at the burning in her throat. She waited a few moments before daring to stand back up.

"You OK?" Punk asked. He gotten up from his chair and went to her side. He let her use him for support as she returned to her feet.

AJ couldn't even find the ability to put on a brave face. She lightly leaned against him. Her mind a little dizzy as she regained her senses. Smell the air she caught the smell of Punk's body. Something she had smelled many times, but right now it was more intoxicating. She could even feel her stomach ease with the scent.

She leaned further into him. Her arms wrapping around his neck.

"AJ?" Punk wary of her strange action.

"You smell good." AJ mused. Slowly and with mild reluctance she pulled away.

Punk chuckled lightly. "AJ, I sweaty and I haven't showered yet." He told her.

"I know." She said slowly taking steps back to the table. "Before I came here, Kofi, John, Kidd, and Alex check on me at the office. I couldn't really walk much unless it was to the toilet, so John carried me. But either it was cologne or something it just made me wanna puke-"

Punk couldn't help laughing. But it was the most priceless thing he had heard.

"It's not funny Punk!" AJ whined stomping her foot childishly.

"Yes it is. Please tell me you puked on him." Punk said putting his hands together in a hopeful prayer that she would say yes.

"No." She curtly answer. She puffed her cheeks out in a pout not amused.

Punk let his arms fall with disappointment at her answer. He might have pressed her further if he didn't see the irritation on her face. "I'm just joking, OK." He said stepping closer to her.

AJ's pout dropped. She had known he was joking, but her mood wasn't much for jokes right now. "Can you help me up?" AJ asked.

"Yeah." Punk stepped over.

Placing his hands on her hips without hesitation and her hands went on her shoulders. He lifted her off the floor setting her a top the table. His hands lingered on her hips.

A deafening silence flooded over the room.

'Just friends.' Punk reminded himself , but he still wasn't pulling away. Unable to will his hands away.

But he found the will when one of the trainers re-entered the room. He had dove into his previous while AJ sat on the table both trying to seem as innocent as possible.

"Oh Punk, do you need a look over?" The man asked.

"No, I just seeing AJ on something. I'll get going so you can finish up with her." Punk said. He grabbed the title throwing it on his shoulder. "See ya around." Punk said leaving the room.

AJ waited for the door to shut before looking to the trainer. "What's the word?" AJ asked anxious to get out and get some rest before she had to fly to the next show.

"AJ...this isn't gonna be easy. Do you remember when your last menstrual cycle was?" He asked tentatively.

"My last-...Oh no."

A/N: I'm guessing you all understand what's wrong with AJ. It isn't a development I ever planned to do, but it is a good fit for this story so I went ahead with it.

Also, the Crash and Burn sequel is still in works and I'm getting anxious to just go ahead and upload it. But for now I want to know if anyone would be interested in a little sneak peak of what I've already written.