Worth the Pain
By guardianshaven2001
Disclaimer: I own no body, homes. Try to sue me and I'll get Eddie Guerrero to come to your house and force you to wear his mullet. OK, Essay?
Summary: Stephanie/ Chris Jericho. The Bischoff/Stephanie ratings war forces Stephanie to put Chris behind enemy lines. But will her decision destroy her relationship with Y2J? And how long can Jericho keep his secret safe before Bischoff finds out about his allegiance to Stephanie and destroys them both?
Spoilers: Takes place on the September 12, 2002 Smackdown, where Eric, Jamal and Rosie layed out Stephanie at Billy and Chuck's fake wedding.
Smackdown 9/12/2002 BACKSTAGE-STEPHANIE McMAHON'S OFFICE
Chris stared in shock and anger as he stared at the screen. How did this happen? How could this have possibly happened? Watching Stephanie getting manhandled that way by anyone, let alone Eric Bischoff and his ass-clown Fat Boy-clones Jamal and Rosie was more than he could stand.
Thank God that Edge, Rey Mysterio, John Cena and the other superstars came out there when they did. Or who knows how much damage might have been done to his poor Stephanie? Taking the Samoan Drop from Jamal must have been bad enough, but if the fat bastard had actually splashed her?
Part of him wanted to rush out there and help Stephanie, cradle her in his arms and take her to a hospital for treatment. He just wanted to make sure that his love, his best friend in the whole world was okay.
And another part of him wanted to run out of the building, find "Bitch"off and his goons, Jamal, Rosie and that flamer with the sideburns, Rico, and rip them apart for doing this to her, attacking her on her own damn show, which they had no right to be on in the first place, and nearly crippling her with that awful assault.
But all of him knew that he couldn't do a damn thing. Not from here, anyway. If anyone saw him, a RAW superstar in a WWE SMACKDOWN arena, that news would go trickling all the way back to Bischoff's ears. And then the jig would be up for sure.
No, no, he thought to himself. I've got to wait. I've got to wait for..
No sooner had he thought that did the doorknob start to turn. Chris instinctively leaped behind the curtain of Stephanie's office, hoping that he'd go unnoticed.
He heard the door open, and the sound of heels clip-clopping around the office. Possibly a woman, Chris thought. Don't let yourself get noticed, Jericho. Just stand here, don't move, don't even breathe...
The curtain suddenly swung open, and Jericho came face to face with a wide- eyed Dawn Marie Rinaldi, wearing a light-blue halter top and black mini- skirt.
Jericho winced. His cover had been blown, and he knew it.
Now he had to start talking, and quick.
"THERE you are!", Dawn Marie exclaimed. "Thank goodness, I thought you might have left."
Jericho's eyes widened. "Um, ex-cuse me?"
Dawn waived her hand dismissively. "No need to worry, Chris. I know everything. Ms. McMahon told me everything that was going on, and I rushed back here to make sure you were ready to go."
"Woah,woahwoah, wait a second!", Jericho stopped the pretty brunette. "Go where? I'm not--"
"You want to see if she's okay, don't you?", Dawn asked.
A little stunned at what she was asking him, Jericho uneasily replied, "Well y-yeah, but...wait a second! How did YOU know that I--"
"No time to explain", Dawn added quietly, as she took the large Canadian by the hand. "We have to leave right now before anyone sees us. There's a faster route to the hospital if we take my car, but we have to hurry. Come on! Are you in or out?"
Completely at a loss for words, and totally unsure of what he was about to do, Chris only nodded dumbly as he took Dawn's hand and followed her.
As Dawn led him hurriedly through a backstage tunnel that led to the parking lot of the arena, Chris felt himself more than a little vulnerable. Here he was, trusting a woman he hardly knew to lead him safely out of the arena and quickly to the hospital where his Stephanie was being held, without giving away his secret.
Finally, the two had made it to Dawn's car, a flashy red convertible. Dawn quickly jumped into the driver's seat, unlocking the passenger's door so Chris could hop in quickly.
"Buckle up", she said simply as she started the ignition.
"Huh?", a confused Chris responded.
Without warning, the engine roared to life and before Jericho knew it, the car was suddenly moving so fast that he slammed backwards into his seat as the vehicle raced out of the arena.
"JEEZ!", he cried out. "Who taught you how to drive, Jeff GORDON?!"
Dawn Marie chuckled. "Not quite, but I used to do this a lot back in my high school days."
Stunned, Jericho gained as much control as he could over his body and tried to re-seat himself in the seat.
"How much longer till we get to the hospital?", Jericho asked.
"Should be another 15 minutes from now", Dawn answered, checking the car's digital clock. She turned to Chris, A tad of curiosity crossing her face. "So, tell me, how did this all come about?"
Jericho turned to her, more confused than before. "How did what come about?"
"You know what I mean", Dawn answered back.
Jericho was still uncertain about her. "Uh..heh, I don't think I do, Dawn."
Rolling her eyes, the pretty Italian secretary responded, "Oh, come on. You know. You working for Smackdown behind Eric Bischoff's back? The whole espionage routine you've been doing?"
Before a stunned Jericho could even respond, Dawn continued. "I already TOLD you that I know about it. Ms. McMahon told me everything in the event of an emergency. Since this would be that emergency, I'd kinda like to know how it was that you even decided to join RAW in the FIRST place."
Deciding that it was useless to lie to her, Jericho sighed as he sunk back into his seat. "Believe me, honey, the idea wasn't mine to begin with...", he began.
Disclaimer: I own no body, homes. Try to sue me and I'll get Eddie Guerrero to come to your house and force you to wear his mullet. OK, Essay?
Summary: Stephanie/ Chris Jericho. The Bischoff/Stephanie ratings war forces Stephanie to put Chris behind enemy lines. But will her decision destroy her relationship with Y2J? And how long can Jericho keep his secret safe before Bischoff finds out about his allegiance to Stephanie and destroys them both?
Spoilers: Takes place on the September 12, 2002 Smackdown, where Eric, Jamal and Rosie layed out Stephanie at Billy and Chuck's fake wedding.
Smackdown 9/12/2002 BACKSTAGE-STEPHANIE McMAHON'S OFFICE
Chris stared in shock and anger as he stared at the screen. How did this happen? How could this have possibly happened? Watching Stephanie getting manhandled that way by anyone, let alone Eric Bischoff and his ass-clown Fat Boy-clones Jamal and Rosie was more than he could stand.
Thank God that Edge, Rey Mysterio, John Cena and the other superstars came out there when they did. Or who knows how much damage might have been done to his poor Stephanie? Taking the Samoan Drop from Jamal must have been bad enough, but if the fat bastard had actually splashed her?
Part of him wanted to rush out there and help Stephanie, cradle her in his arms and take her to a hospital for treatment. He just wanted to make sure that his love, his best friend in the whole world was okay.
And another part of him wanted to run out of the building, find "Bitch"off and his goons, Jamal, Rosie and that flamer with the sideburns, Rico, and rip them apart for doing this to her, attacking her on her own damn show, which they had no right to be on in the first place, and nearly crippling her with that awful assault.
But all of him knew that he couldn't do a damn thing. Not from here, anyway. If anyone saw him, a RAW superstar in a WWE SMACKDOWN arena, that news would go trickling all the way back to Bischoff's ears. And then the jig would be up for sure.
No, no, he thought to himself. I've got to wait. I've got to wait for..
No sooner had he thought that did the doorknob start to turn. Chris instinctively leaped behind the curtain of Stephanie's office, hoping that he'd go unnoticed.
He heard the door open, and the sound of heels clip-clopping around the office. Possibly a woman, Chris thought. Don't let yourself get noticed, Jericho. Just stand here, don't move, don't even breathe...
The curtain suddenly swung open, and Jericho came face to face with a wide- eyed Dawn Marie Rinaldi, wearing a light-blue halter top and black mini- skirt.
Jericho winced. His cover had been blown, and he knew it.
Now he had to start talking, and quick.
"THERE you are!", Dawn Marie exclaimed. "Thank goodness, I thought you might have left."
Jericho's eyes widened. "Um, ex-cuse me?"
Dawn waived her hand dismissively. "No need to worry, Chris. I know everything. Ms. McMahon told me everything that was going on, and I rushed back here to make sure you were ready to go."
"Woah,woahwoah, wait a second!", Jericho stopped the pretty brunette. "Go where? I'm not--"
"You want to see if she's okay, don't you?", Dawn asked.
A little stunned at what she was asking him, Jericho uneasily replied, "Well y-yeah, but...wait a second! How did YOU know that I--"
"No time to explain", Dawn added quietly, as she took the large Canadian by the hand. "We have to leave right now before anyone sees us. There's a faster route to the hospital if we take my car, but we have to hurry. Come on! Are you in or out?"
Completely at a loss for words, and totally unsure of what he was about to do, Chris only nodded dumbly as he took Dawn's hand and followed her.
As Dawn led him hurriedly through a backstage tunnel that led to the parking lot of the arena, Chris felt himself more than a little vulnerable. Here he was, trusting a woman he hardly knew to lead him safely out of the arena and quickly to the hospital where his Stephanie was being held, without giving away his secret.
Finally, the two had made it to Dawn's car, a flashy red convertible. Dawn quickly jumped into the driver's seat, unlocking the passenger's door so Chris could hop in quickly.
"Buckle up", she said simply as she started the ignition.
"Huh?", a confused Chris responded.
Without warning, the engine roared to life and before Jericho knew it, the car was suddenly moving so fast that he slammed backwards into his seat as the vehicle raced out of the arena.
"JEEZ!", he cried out. "Who taught you how to drive, Jeff GORDON?!"
Dawn Marie chuckled. "Not quite, but I used to do this a lot back in my high school days."
Stunned, Jericho gained as much control as he could over his body and tried to re-seat himself in the seat.
"How much longer till we get to the hospital?", Jericho asked.
"Should be another 15 minutes from now", Dawn answered, checking the car's digital clock. She turned to Chris, A tad of curiosity crossing her face. "So, tell me, how did this all come about?"
Jericho turned to her, more confused than before. "How did what come about?"
"You know what I mean", Dawn answered back.
Jericho was still uncertain about her. "Uh..heh, I don't think I do, Dawn."
Rolling her eyes, the pretty Italian secretary responded, "Oh, come on. You know. You working for Smackdown behind Eric Bischoff's back? The whole espionage routine you've been doing?"
Before a stunned Jericho could even respond, Dawn continued. "I already TOLD you that I know about it. Ms. McMahon told me everything in the event of an emergency. Since this would be that emergency, I'd kinda like to know how it was that you even decided to join RAW in the FIRST place."
Deciding that it was useless to lie to her, Jericho sighed as he sunk back into his seat. "Believe me, honey, the idea wasn't mine to begin with...", he began.