It was a few days later and AJ and Punk were on their way home. Even if they did spend the week in a run down motel off the highway, it couldn't have been more relaxing. Going for walks around the lake, enjoying dinner every night together, waking up and going to sleep together, and everything in between of course. It was perfect, and Punk wasn't sure he even wanted to go back home to Invictus and work.

"Are you sure?" AJ asked him, parked outside his father's house, "I mean… maybe we just keep it lowkey for a few days and then tell him. What if he's mad that you left?" She asked, sitting in the passengers side of the car whilst he sat at the drivers seat, hands on the steering wheel.

"If we don't do it now. We never will. I shouldn't have to tip toe around him with this. I'm not ashamed to be with you, April." He made himself clear as she smiled.

"I know you aren't." She nodded, "But maybe it's like you said. Maybe he just doesn't like me." She shrugged.

"What is there not to like?" Punk laughed lightly, "You're funny, you're beautiful, smart, wise, trustworthy." He said, "What would he have against you?" Punk asked her.

"Maybe he feels bad for what he done to my parents." AJ said, "He might see me and feel even more guilty." She shrugged.

"My dad never feel guilty." Punk assured her, "Trust me."

"Are you sure? We don't have to do this." She said.

"I'm sure." Punk said, "I'm not keeping you as a secret and pretending it's just something casual. I'm crazy about this, and I want it to work. If my dad has a problem with it… well then boo hoo." Punk said, "C'mon let's go." He announced, stepping out of the car and making his way up to his father's door with AJ latched on to his hand, banging his knuckles over the wood loudly, having AJ slightly behind him. His father could be unpredictable at times. Who really knew what he was going to do? All he knew was he was putting his foot down, and he was following his heart, like his mom would have told him if she was still here.

As soon as Punk's father opened the door, he let his son and AJ into the house, leaving them to shut the door and walking on into the living room.

"I thought you were on vacation." Jack said, "Dean told me you'd taken a week off, and then he said he seen your little friend here, a few hours later with Elise." Jack said as Punk and AJ walked into the living room where he was standing, "Are you getting your friends to lie for you now aswell?" Jack chuckled.

"No." Punk said, "He must have just… felt the need to cover for me. I didn't ask him to." Punk said, not recalling asking Dean to say that to his father, "Anyway… I'm sorry for leaving so quickly, but I've been busting my ass off. I think I was entitled to seven days off." He said.

"Not with her you weren't." Jack shook his head, walking his way over to the stand in the corner that held bottles of expensive liquors on it, grabbing a glass and pouring a shot of brandy in one, swirling it around as he turned to face them, "So what… Is this you coming to tell me you're both a thing now, because I think I understand." Jack nodded.

"Yeah." Punk nodded, "Yeah we are. And we're also here to tell you that you have no business to interfere. I do a damn good job for you when you need me. My private life and what I do in my spare time has nothing to do with you. It never has." Punk made himself clear.

"And she's ok with the fact your old man… your father, your co worker… killed her parents?" Jack said, making eye contact with AJ now who had moved slightly from being behind Punk.

"That had nothing to do with Phil." She said.

"You're right, sweetie. It didn't. It was me, but there is a saying… like father like son. If you were smart like I assume you are, you'd hit the highway and leave my boy alone. You could do much, much better." He said as AJ just shook her head.

"No. I couldn't." AJ said, "What is it you have against me?" She asked him.

"Nothing. In fact, you're perfect. Beautiful, smart, very brave and fearless, especially to be getting involved with the likes of Phil." Jack sniggered, "But I fear you're going to try and turn my son into a good little boy. Make him get a real job, live in the suburbs, have a nice car-"

"I would never change him." AJ shook her head, "I know what you both do and… I'm not afraid of it." She said.

"Well you should be." Jack stared at her intensely, "What if one day, Phil didn't come home? Because that is the risk you're taking here."

"What are you talking about?" Punk shook his head.

"Well you know what it's like. I know we do everything safely and we're always cautious of our whereabouts and whose after us. But say you slip up, what if you go to jail, or what if you get killed?" Jack said, turning to AJ again, "Is that what you want?"

"Stop scaring her." Punk shook his head, "I don't know why I bothered coming to you." He shook his head.

"Well Phil is going to do what he wants to do in the end anyway." Jack shook his head, "Ever since you were a child you never obeyed my rules."

"He kills for you." AJ shrieked, "Isn't that enough?" She asked.

"What are you talking about." Punk added, "You've been raising me this way since I was eight. You taught me how to kill when I was thirteen. You never let me go to school, or make friends… normal friends. You never let me near girls unless I was just fucking them and forgetting them." He said, "What the hell is your problem? I've done everything you've ever asked me to-"

"Ok." Jack put his hands up, "Ok. You're right. You were a good kid. And you're a good man." He nodded, "And I know I can't lose you. As a son or a worker." He said.

"Then accept this." Punk pointed between he and AJ, "Accept it. So we can all move on."

Jack just looked up at them both. He felt bad for making his son feel he had to come ask for approval. But like he said, he knew that whatever his opinion was, Punk would go ahead and do whatever it was he wanted to do anyway. He was just afraid he was losing his son. Losing his son's attention to the business they worked in.

"Ok." Jack nodded quietly, "Fine. Be together. Do what you want." He shook his head, "April… can I speak to my son alone?" He asked.

AJ looked up at Punk who nodded, "On you go. I won't be long." He said as she nodded, looking back at Jack who began filling up another brandy, leaving Punk to speak with him alone.

"You're playing a very dangerous game here, Phil." Jack said.

"I'm not playing any game." Punk said, "C'mon, dad. There doesn't have to be bad blood between us over me dating a girl. I'm thirty three. You had me when you were eighteen, married mom when you were twenty one." He pointed out, "You gonna keep me locked away doing your dirty work until I'm an old man?"

"I just don't think she's right for you." Jack said.

"Well if she isn't, I'll figure that out on my own, and I'll deal with it on my own. But… I'm pretty sure she is." Punk said, "I've never felt the way I feel before."

"And you aren't going to leave me hanging dry? You know I'm getting older, and I need your help, more than anything." Jack said.

"I'm not going to leave. AJ has accepted what I do. She doesn't like it, but she's ok with it. And plus, Uncle Dennis is here to help too. Don't worry." Punk said as he nodded.

"Ok." Jack nodded, "Alright. I'll keep my nose out of your business." He put his hands up.

"Thank you."

"He really just… said nothing?" AJ asked, later on that night whilst in her home with Punk. She was cooking dinner whilst he sat up on the kitchen counter watching her.

"Yeah." Punk nodded, "I think he realised he was being unreasonable. He's going to stay out of our business." He said.

"Do you believe him?" AJ asked.

"I do." Punk nodded truthfully, "I can tell when my dad is lying and when he's being honest. I think he realised he was over exaggerating about it all." Punk said.

"So what now?" She asked him as he grinned.

"Well I guess nothing really changes." He laughed lightly, "Whatever he was going to say, I was going to be with you anyway." He smiled as she nodded, turning away slightly to find something to distract her, "Hey..." He jumped down from the kitchen counter, "You alright?" He asked as she turned around.

"What if he's right?"

"About what?" Punk shook his head.

"What if… you don't come home one night? I mean… am I really going to get a attached to you, to the point where I don't feel like I can live without you?" She said, "Because at this rate, I think I am… and I don't want to lose anymore people in my life, Phil." She shook her head.

"Hey..." He placed his hands on either side of her arms, "He was just trying to scare you. Nothing is going to happen to me." He told her.

"Promise?" She pouted as he smiled.

"I promise." He smiled, "It's gonna take a lot to drive me away from you." He said, "And you know I'm good at what I do. Not that I'm bragging." He said as she rolled her eyes, "But I'm careful." He nodded.

"I guess." She sighed.

"You'll have to promise me you won't fall and break your neck when you're doing all those twirls. That's the real issue here." He joked as she smiled, "Don't worry, ok?" He said as she nodded.

"Ok." She smiled.

Do we believe Jack? What's next for Punk and AJ? More on Elise. All coming soon. Stay tuned for slower updates (sorry) and REVIEW!