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We Will Always Have Twitter	By : LeylaChaz Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT make any money from the writing of this fiction. I do NOT know CM Punk, nor anyone else who may be mentioned at anytime in this fic who is currently WWE related. I only own all OC's and story plots. Nothing more.

Chapter List
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See Chapter 1 for disclaimer!

Author's Notes: This chapter was inspired by Beyonce's "Sweet Dreams" & David Guetta feat. Usher's "Without You."

Chapter 16: Darkness Fades...

Sitting in her office, Persephaine looked over at the picture of her and Punk, in front of the tattoo shop that sat right under his penthouse. Both of them were smiling at the camera, her head leaning into the crook of his neck, as Punk snapped the picture on her digital camera. That was the day he took her to see the city, on the weekend she spent with him, in his hometown of Chicago. He had an exact copy of this picture, and Lord only knows, what he might have done with it. She sighed as she looked at it, she really missed him.

Even though he thanked her at the end of RAW, last Monday night, he was still very much serious about her not talking to him until the Money In The Bank pay-per-view. She tried to contact him twice, since that night, the first time he ignored her, the second time he picked up only to tell her to talk to him at the event and then promptly hung up on her. Needless to say, she hasn't tried calling him back since then.

The following Monday after his explosive promo, came and went, as he was, "suspended," he didn't need to show up. So in true CM Punk fashion, he stayed in Chicago, and hung around his friends and family. As she thought about this, her mind drifted to Colt Cabana.

"Shit, he's definitely gotta hate me by now." She groaned to herself.

Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" She said, as she stood up from her seat.

As if she was completely hit in the stomach by a baseball bat, low and behold, the man she was just thinking about walked in the door.

"Scott? What are you doing here?" She asked in shock.

"Well, it seems the higher ups, were listening when Punk went on his rant. They wanted to meet me and discuss coming in to compete in a dark match." He told her, as he took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk.

"Against who?" She asked curiously.

"Wade Barrett." He answered with a grin.

"Oh Jesus." She sighed, rolling her eyes heavenward.

"But that's not why I'm here... and judging from the look on your face, you know exactly why I stopped over here before I left." He told her, keeping eye contact on her.

Persephaine's face turned red, as she looked at everything around the room, instead of him.

"So you want to know what happened?" She asked him.

"Well, I guess that would be a great place to start." He answered her.

After explaining to him about how Punk veered the script a couple of weeks prior, and everything that happened after that, Scott sat there deep in thought.

"So now that you know the truth, are you angry?" She asked him.

"I'm a little upset, because you promised me that you wouldn't hurt him. But I get why." He told her honestly.

"I never meant to, and I've been wracking my brain on how I can possibly fix it. I've tried calling him, and telling him that I'm sorry, that I was wrong, but he won't talk to me until the pay-per-view." She said, nearly on the verge of tears. How she was holding it together, was beyond her.

"You love him." Scott told her, as he watched her face.

Her attention immediately snapped to him.

"You're the second person that's said that, you know." She said a bit annoyed.

"Maybe because we're right you dope! Have you ever thought of that?" He asked her with a smirk, firmly etched into his features.

"It's annoying actually." She snipped back.

"Annoying because it's not true, and I mean really not true. Or annoying, because we're right and you don't want to admit it for some silly reason?"

"It's annoying because, there's a not a goddamn day that goes by that I don't think about him. Or miss him."

"Persephaine, are you in love with my best friend?" He asked her seriously.

She looked him square in the eye...

"Alright everyone! That's a wrap on RAW tonight! All RAW people, we'll see you in Chicago on Sunday!" A producer yelled out, as every one started to get ready and leave.

Strangely, Punk never once came up to her or anything that night. They had a promo, backstage earlier to keep their possible romantic angle going, which included her doing a lot of smirking and hint dropping of what's to possibly come at the pay-per-view. But that was it. Right after that, he took off, and she didn't see him again until she was out in the ring with Vince. She was suppose to be, "present," on behalf of the RAW GM, during the contract signing between Vince and Punk, seeing how it was herself and John Cena who pressured Vince into letting CM Punk back. The fans were eating up the story line, like it was their last supper, they couldn't get enough of it.

She grabbed her bags, and hopped in her rental. She would be staying over night at the hotel, and flying out to go home in the morning. Just the mere thought of her little boy Josh, brought the biggest smile in the world, to her face. She couldn't wait to do Thursday night pj's and movie night with him. Last week, the both of them, lounged on the couch wearing Sponge Bob pj's, sharing a big bowl of popcorn, while watching movies of Josh's choosing. Persephaine, hadn't felt that relaxed since Chicago, and she loved every minute with her son.

Pulling in, she stepped out of her car, and walked to the entrance of the hotel to an unexpected surprise.

"Scott, what's up?" She asked him, clearly shocked that he was even in the same city as RAW was at the moment.

"C'mon, let's get to your room, we've got to talk about some things." He said, following her lead.

Hoping into the elevator, and making it to the room in record time, was quite the accomplishment for them, seeing how they had to hide behind corners and dodge Punk twice.

"Jesus, that was close!" Scott said, as they rushed inside her room.

"What's with all the secrecy?" She asked him, pulling the chair from the desk in the room and sitting down.

"Because we've only got five days, to get this right." He said as he handed her a manilla folder.

She took it, and looked inside at it's contents and smiled.

"Five days huh? It's going to be cutting it really close... besides, there's already going to be an interference. You just want to play off that?" She asked him.

"You need to get this worked out in five days, do you think you could get it done?" He answered her, he spent days on this plan, now it was up to her to make it work.

"I'll get Cena on board with it tomorrow. The man practically loves me to pieces, if I ask, he'll do it. As for everyone else, Vince and Johnny Ace... I'm sure I can get them on board with this. What about Punk though? Shouldn't we just warn him that there was a change of script?" She asked him concerned.

"Have a member of your staff do it, that way he doesn't become too concerned. If it comes from you, he might get suspicious. Another writer on the storyline, would work just fine. Just warn them to tell him only about the Vince and Ace interruption, that's it. Nothing more can be known, or our whole plan will be blown to shit." Colt told her honestly.

"Done."

An hour later, they were done talking plans, and Colt Cabana left her room promising to meet up with her Sunday afternoon. They had to make sure everything was in place for everything they had planned, otherwise, it would just be one big screwed up mistake. With Colt and Persephaine looking like, complete and utter, idiots.

Persephaine spent the whole week back at home, just thinking about everything that was to come. She screwed up big time, and she missed Phil more than anything. She just prayed that everything would come together like it was suppose to. Colt really stuck his neck out on the line for her with this, and she already assured him that if their plan doesn't work, that his knowledge and involvement in this would never be known. It was the least she could do. Sunday was fast approaching and she took her flight to Chicago that morning. Today was the day. Sitting inside of her taxi, she approached the hotel.

Dragging out her Blackberry, time to set the wheels in motion.

xPersephainexSinClairex: Time to clean out my closet... all this unnecessary time wasting, I'm sick of hiding what needs to see the light of day.

Smiling to herself, she pressed send.

Once they reached the hotel, she released a sigh of happiness, thanking God that the fans hadn't found what hotel they were going to be staying at.

Checking in, she made her way up to her suite.

Stepping her room, she came face to face with something completely unexpected, a dozen red, long stemmed roses, sitting in a beautiful clear glass vase. Walking to the roses, she looked for a card, finding it she tore open the little envelope that it came with and read the card.

Regardless of what you decide,

I'll always be here for you.

P. xo

She smiled to herself, and smelled the roses, they were absolutely beautiful. It gave her hope, for what she was going to do tonight, as a tear slid down her cheek. He still wanted her.

An hour and half before she was due at the arena, she hopped in the shower, and going over the plan in her mind. She had already set everything up, all details were completely thought over, and everyone was behind it. Persephaine didn't think she ever saw anyone as happy as Stephanie though. The woman practically screamed, and rushed the younger woman for a hug. Her back still hurt from falling backwards into a cement wall! Poor Paul, he had to drag his wife off the woman, laughing his ass off at the same time too, of course!

"Jesus, that woman could have been a line backer!" Persephaine said wincing, as she let the hot water, wash over her semi-sore back.

Finishing up, she dried off, wrapping a towel around her body and her hair. She then walked over to her hotel room door, picking up the outfit that was hanging on a hanger, and wrapped in a plastic cover. She walked over to the bed, wondering just what Punk would think when he saw her in it. Since he resigned, he was going to debut his new shirt, her outfit was modeled after it. The wardrobe department, worked with her on this outfit for the past week, and the finished product just came in last night. It was perfect. She had a black, silk, hooded robe to wear over the outfit, with rhinestones on the back spelling out the words, "Best In The World," with one of Punk's stars that he wears on his trunks and boots. The stone colors were white and pink. But the real gem was going to be the outfit, she would be wearing underneath the robe. A white bridal style corset, with black and pink lacing in the back, and his black and pink logo on the front. Black skin tight pants, that showed a slight flare from the knee down. The pants showed off her ass beautifully, and she couldn't help the nice ego boost she felt, every time she tired them on. They had a sort of edger look with white and pink cloth, that criss-crossed from mid thigh, all the way around, and down her legs. It looked like a set of, "x's," that just wrapped around her pants. A pink belt looped through the belt loops, added more flare to the look.

She would have to do a wardrobe change at the arena, when the time came, but her black mini left little to the imagination either. Persephaine was set to do a promo with Punk tonight, and this little number thought up by the wardrobe department and creative team, was more than enough to get any guy's blood pumping south. Black sheer lace, with only black material underneath to cover her chest, and her front and bottom bits. It sort of reminded her of, an outfit she saw Britney Spears wearing in a magazine one time, several years back. Along with some black platformed, peep toe stilettos.

Getting dressed in her professional clothes, a navy blue pencil skirt, and a white blouse, with a navy blue blazer, and her heels. She threw her hair in a messy bun, grabbed her bag holding her outfits, purse, and dashed out the door.

Arriving at the arena on time, she made her way to hair and makeup, and proceeded to get ready.

A million and one thoughts ran through her mind as she went over the plan, several more times, in her head. She quickly sent a text to Stephanie to let her know to give her belongings to Colt, who was going to make sure, that her stuff made it back to her. Once she got the okay from Stephanie, she relaxed in her seat, and smiled. She just prayed that it would all work out.

With five minutes left until the promo, Punk still hadn't arrived, to where he was needed to shoot it. She glanced around nervously, praying that she looked okay, and not like a complete hooker.

"Relax, it's going to be fine. You'll shoot your promo, walk off and I'll wish him luck. It's gonna be okay killer." Stephanie laughed from beside her.

"I'm just hoping I don't look like a complete whore." She mumbled to her friend and boss.

Stephanie laughed.

"Actually no, you look hot to tell you the truth. Who knew you were hiding all that under there!" She teased the younger woman.

Persephaine just stuck her tongue out at her.

"Oh yeah, real mature." Stephanie teased back.

With a minute to spare, Punk casually walked up to the pair and took his place.

"You ready?" He asked her, trying to maintain eye contact with her.

He was failing. Badly.

Punk was too busy checking her out in the dress.

She wasn't stupid, she knew his words held a double meaning.

"I think the better question is, are you truly ready Punk?" She smirked back at him.

A few minutes later, after they shot their promo, Persephaine scurried off to wardrobe. She felt bad just leaving Punk, whom she knew had to be dying for her answer by now, but all good things come to those who wait. Besides, if she kept looking at him, she would just give in to him, and ruin everything that her and Colt planned together.

After she was dressed in the outfit, she was escorted by security, to the main public arena floor entrance. This was truly it.

It was now or never.

CM Punk and John Cena had been fighting one hell of a match so far. Punk was receive the pop, he had waited for his whole life, from his hometown crowd. He even spotted some, "If Punk Loses, We Riot." signs in the crowd, and that alone made him smile.

John Cena hit Punk with the Attitude Adjustment, as Vince and old Johnny Ace came strolling down the ramp. Vince signaled for John to go tell the referee to ring the bell, when the camera panned out over the crowd to see someone in a black hooded robe, making their way to the ring. The crowd erupted in cheers as the person hopped on top of the barricade, ran down the length of it, jumped off and hit John with a flying cross body. Knocking him out cold.

The person stood back up, as John Cena walked to the front of the ring and yelled to Vince,

"Not like that!" As he stepped in the ring, Punk caught him, picked him up on his shoulders, and hit him with the GTS. Covering him, the referee started the count.

"One! Two! Three!" The crowd chanted as it erupted in cheers.

Punk had won the championship.

Vince stood half way down the ramp as he eyed the figure in the black hooded robe. Punk, even stopped celebrating long enough to eyeball the person too. He didn't remember this being in the script, and he was wondering what the hell was going on here.

Slowly the person, lifted the hood to show to everyone's surprise, it was Persephaine Sin-Claire.

She tossed the robe onto the floor, showing off her outfit proudly and gave an evil smirk to Vince, who stared at her in shock. For weeks, she had been claiming to have nothing but the best intentions. She was in with Punk the whole time! Or at least, that's what it looked like to the crowd, who began to cheer even louder than before.

Persephaine turned her attention from the chairman, to the man in the ring.

Climbing the stairs and into the ring, she walked up to him and pulled a single rose from her top. It was one of the roses he had sent her earlier, that day.

He looked at her in shock. Taking in the outfit that she was decked out in. He had to admit, not only did his colors look nice on her, but those pants were gonna be the death of him. What the hell was going on here?

She silently thanked God, that she didn't have to say this over a microphone, and smiled at him.

"I screwed up because I was scared. I was scared, because I'm in love with you. I'm not scared anymore Punk, I'm yours." She told him.

He smiled, lifted her up and spun her around, as the crowd roared with approval. She kissed him, as he continued to spin her around.

Once he set her down, they saw Vince on the head set, calling for Alberto to come out and cash in his briefcase. Persephaine turned to Phil and nodded.

Alberto Del Rio came racing down the ramp, as Punk pushed Persephaine out of the way, and landed a hard kick to the back of Alberto's head.

She was waiting outside the ring when Punk grabbed her hips, helped her over the barricade, before hopping over himself. He sat on the barricade long enough to blow Vince a kiss, hopped down and grabbed Persephaine's hand as they ran through the crowd. Stopping long enough for him to proudly display his new title. They ran out of the arena, hand in hand, and jumped into the car that was waiting for them.

Punk, sat in the back seat, breathing fast. Suddenly he reached over and pulled Persephaine into a deep kiss.

"Nice improvise at the end there." He said smirking at her.

She laughed.

"I had a little help." She said with a smirk of her own.

"Phil, I meant what I said, and I don't expect you to say or do anything you aren't ready for, but I wanted you-" She was soon cut off by him kissing her again.

"I love you too." He whispered to her.

Being thankful that the privacy barrier was up in the limo she requested, she kissed him back.

He pulled away from her long enough to throw his shorts on over his trunks, his shirt, and to put some actual shoes on.

"How did you swing the limo?" He asked her.

"You think Vince is gonna let you just ride off into the sunset on bike or in a regular car?" She asked him with a laugh.

"So you made sure my stuff was put in here." He said with a smile.

"Yup." She simply answered.

Without warning, when he was done dressing, he pulled her over on his lap. Kissing her deeply.

A few minutes later, Persephaine was hot and bothered.

"Where are we going?" He asked her once he pulled away for air.

"Where ever you want to go," she answered back, with a whisper.

Suddenly letting down the barrier, Punk looked at the driver.

"I would like to go home please." He said, along with giving the driver his address. Sliding the barrier back up, he gripped her to himself harder as they continued to kiss all the way back to his place.

Once they were out of the limo, had their things and stepped inside his penthouse, they dropped their stuff on the floor and reached for each other like magnets. He pinned her to the wall, beside his front door, and kissed her passionately.

She moaned in his mouth, as he gripped her hips once more, picked her up and carried her through his dark house, upstairs to his bedroom.

I'm pretty sure you all know where this is going next chapter... I know, I'm evil. I'm actually making you wait for it! *prepares for angry reviews and PM's to hit my inbox* I love you guys, so go easy on me! *Runs to hide*
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