A/N: I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in a while, but I had an emergency that I've been dealing with. I just found out that my German Shepherd has stomach cancer, so this is the first time that I've had time to update. Again, I'm sorry for taking so long, but i hope you guys understand and are still interested in this story. This chapter is just filler yet it delves into Kaitlyn's psyche and her thoughts on her friendship. So I hope you guys enjoy. Happy reading.

8 A.M. Oh joy. Early mornings were never ever fun. Kaitlyn didn't want to get up, leave her hotel room, go to the gym, and she definitely didn't want to go to the SmackDown taping. But sleeping in until 8 was a luxury she was barely afforded. A luxury the former champion had missed, then again when she was Diva's Champion, she still had less of her schedule filled up than the other champs. But she knew that she had been a filler champion, she had been keeping it warm and shiny until The Creative was ready to pull the trigger on AJ.

She just didn't want to do anything but curl herself into a ball and go back to sleep. But that wasn't an option, today, tomorrow, or ever. And she had never expected it anyway. Haphazardly, she threw the pillows and the sheets off of herself and lazily rolled out of bed and onto her feet. She slipped her feet into her flip flops and walked into the bathroom. Watching her face, she looked in the mirror and let the excess water drip along her features, "Oh, yup, that's sexy." She grabbed her tooth brush and brushed away the morning breath. She turned off the faucet and as she walked out of the bathroom, she flipped the light switch down.

Do I want to change? The answer was no. She was fully content in her teddy bear print pajama pants and black uneven hem shirt. Sighing, she grabbed what others liked to call her nerd glasses and put them on, and in one continuous movement, she sifted her hands through her hair and put it up in a high, loose ponytail. Walking slowly and zombie like, she walked out of the bedroom, past the "living room" and into the small kitchen, picking up the key card from the table, she walked out of the room. The chill of the hallway sent shivers up her spine as she headed toward the elevator. She never understood why the hallway was cooler than the rooms.

Planting her flip-flopped feet into the cheap carpeted floor, she lent forward and pressed the down button with a manicured finger. Instinctively, she folded her arms as she waited for the doors of the elevator open. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, rolling her neck and shoulders, she let out a sigh. Her muscles begged for some sort of release, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, especially today. She had her return match against AJ and she knew it would be punishment on her body.

Speak of the devil.

The elevator dinged and the heavy doors slid open to reveal the devil's incarnate herself. The pint-sized woman smiled her deluded smile and waved at her "best friend" Kaitlyn rolled her eyes and stepped into the lift. AJ smiled at her again, "Good morning, Kaitie."

Kaitlyn stared at her. The woman in front of her –her former best friend – was completely out of touch with everyone else, wasn't she? Kaitlyn found herself wondering what in the hell she had done that was so bad to deserve this type of mind fuck every time AJ talked to her. Confusion wasn't enough to describe it. AJ was actually delusional. There was no way she actually thought that the Hybrid Diva even wanted to breathe the same air as her, much less talk to her at such an ungodly hour in the morning, "Good morning, what crime against god have I committed that would permit a conversation with you today?" She watched the chipper expression on AJ's face fall and oddly enough –after everything that the unstable woman had put her through – Kaitlyn felt a small twinge of regret. But she wouldn't apologize, not after everything that had happened the night before. Not after she was humiliated by her ex-best friend and Big E.

Shaking her head for a brief second after she was accustomed to the silence, she realized that they weren't moving. Kaitlyn leaned forward and pressed the button that would take them to the first floor.

The elevator ride was longer than Kaitlyn wanted it to be. But considering the excruciatingly slow speed of the lift and five floors they had to pass to get to the ground level, she hadn't expected much else. She watched her former friend, and wondered how their friendship had managed to implode. Maybe it was her fault, maybe she had betrayed the smaller diva. Maybe she should have paid more attention to her friend and her downward spiral into insanity. But then again, she had tried to help. She just refused to get slapped every time she tried.

She watched as Daniel Bryan dragged AJ through the mud and treated her like dirt. She watched as CM Punk tried to be a friend only to have it blow up in his face. Kaitlyn watched as AJ played both men, and then torture them while she managed to tank her GM run. Oh and then there was the whole John Cena debacle. That was fun to watch. It was like a train wreck. You just had to pay attention to what was happening.

So yes, she separated herself from AJ and her psycho-like antics, but betrayal wasn't committed. At least not on her part. Nope, she wasn't dating her best friend's ex-boyfriend, now was she?

Her relationship with Dolph Ziggler had been an odd, spur of the moment kinda thing. Not many people knew that it was off-screen too, AJ on the other hand, did know. But Kaitlyn moved on from that, and she thought she was over it… until she realized that she wasn't. AJ knew that too. She just didn't care. Kaitlyn figured that the self-proclaimed Black Widow got some sick satisfaction out of it. She looked over at the shorter woman that seemed to seep into the dark torturous bad memories in corners of her mind, and a sick feeling dropped into her stomach.

AJ had been quiet the entire time, surprisingly. That was until the elevator lift stopped and the doors slid opened, "You're not getting the title back." There was venom in her voice – a characteristic everyone that knew her had become accustomed to – and all Kaitlyn could do was smile and shake her head. "Even if it kills me, you're not getting it back."

Kaitlyn stopped in the threshold of the elevator and the lobby, "And what if I don't want it back?" AJ opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't find the words to speak, giving Kaitlyn the opportunity to continue, "You never thought of that, did you?"

"Well what do you want?"

Kaitlyn turned around and faced the petite woman, "I don't know. I haven't figured that out yet." She turned on her heel and stepped out of the elevator.

AJ followed a step behind her, "Good luck tonight, you're gonna need it against me."

"Yeah, whatever." Kaitlyn watched as the woman skipped away down the connecting hallway. She figured that Dolph was about to suffer from her company.

Now that she was alone in the lobby, she noticed that the woman at the front desk was staring at her. Well, at least she appeared to be, and it was making her uncomfortable. Maybe it was her lazy attire. If that were the case, then she didn't care. She shrugged slightly and turned around, heading toward the front doors.

She sat on a bench by some shrubbery, not really sure what she was doing. But she was confused. She had just come to the realization that she had no idea what she wanted from the WWE anymore. Was she happy? If she were honest with herself, she would say no. But she didn't want to be unfulfilled so she didn't admit it to herself. But she also didn't want to be champion anymore. So what did she want?If you don't want the gold, then you have no goal. You have no reason to be on the main roster. No matter how thin the roster may be.

"Kaitlyn, what are you doing?" The voice startled her for a brief second, but the British accent was a dead giveaway.

"Hi Paige." She watched as the newest Shield member sat next to her and raise an eyebrow, restating her original question, "I don't know what I'm doing. I just wanted some time by myself."

Paige nodded her head in understanding, "Why?"

"An interesting conversation with the never married Black Widow." Kaitlyn snorted.

"Yeah, I never understood that name." Paige dramatically gestured with her hand and then rubbed her chin, making Kaitlyn laugh.

"Weren't you supposed to be in hotel gym with the other guys?" Kaitlyn questioned. She didn't want talk about AJ, so changing the subject to the Anti-Diva and her supposed plans for the day was a safe lead onto another topic.

"I've been avoiding that. But they just left and I'm supposed to meet them at some pancake place down the way." Paige tossed out the information casually, desperately hoping that Kaitlyn wouldn't ask any questions. No such luck.

"Why have you been avoiding them… or should I say Dean?" Kaitlyn smirked.

"Why would you say Dean?" Paige felt like she would break out into a cold sweat.

"The divas locker room." Kaitlyn laughed, "The Bellas were talking to some of their connections –whoever the hell they are – and apparently everyone says that you and the resident unstable guy were a serious couple." Paige shifted on the bench and Kaitlyn's jaw fell slightly ajar, "From the look on your face and your body language, I can tell it's true."

Paige clapped her hands together, "So how about some grub?" She got up and grabbed Kaitlyn's hands, "Let's go."

Kaitlyn stumbled behind her, "But I'm not dressed for breakfast with a bunch of attractive men."

Paige snorted "Ha, men? Those brutes?" She stopped in front of her rental and rested her forearms on the roof of the car as Kaitlyn walked to the passenger side, "I'm in pajama pants too. You look fine." Paige smirked, "Unless you're trying to impress one of them."

"N-No." Kaitlyn stuttered. She pulled her hand away, "And don't turn this around on me. I want to know what's up with the Dean situation."

"Yeah," Paige unlocked her rental car, "So do I."