AN: Just dipping my toe in the pool here. If i get five Reviews or favorites or follows I will start this up as a long form story over their entire careers. Please let me know if you want more. Oneshots every thursday until. Reviews are love.

Kaitlyn tried to tell herself it was for the best. There is no way the real modeling photos could have been shown on the titantron anyway. No one would allow that. AJ's antics had immediately made her think of her ex, and how badly that ended. Setting hair on fire, scratching and fighting… She shuddered in regret, and thought about her new girlfriend, Layla. Layla wasn't like every other contender back when she had her title. Yes she held it a bit too long when she got a hold of it, but even when Kaitlyn had lost the title to AJ, Layla didn't scramble over to AJ's side of things. She hoped this childish immaturity would end once she got her title back. She knew that wouldn't happen, though. AJ just put out a new shirt, and that meant a corporate push. She was content with Layla, and didn't need a man. She had planned to let her admirer down easy after the Raw broadcast ended, and since that was just a humiliating stunt, she was relieved a bit. She was glad she had never told AJ she was a lesbian. If she had, her life would be hell.

AJ sat on the bed after another romp in the sack with Dolph. All she could think about was Kaitlyn. What the hell were these new feelings? Every time she saw that two toned hairdo she wanted to smile and cry at the same time. This feud made AJ go to places in her mind she didn't want to admit existed, and she hoped this staged feud between the two would end soon. All the faking in the world couldn't change the truth. When she came to Raw, she pretended she didn't know corporate would have Kaitlyn retaliate on Smackdown. Of course she was pinned from behind. It was all she could do to stifle a moan as she watched Kaitlyn skip around the ring dressed in her own AJ cosplay. She could feel that familiar tug in her abdomen as her own moisture threatened to spill out of her shorts. The entire time with Punk, with Kane, with Daniel, she kept telling herself I don't need Kaitlyn. I'll find a man just as good. I'll be normal. I'll be fine. I'm not crazy, right? These feelings will go away.

They never did.

AN: I have recieved enough comments and have begun the lonely widow. I hope it works out for them.