The superstars are enjoying a nice week off to celebrate the new year and the upcoming Raw tenth anniversary. The WWE gang is spending the weekend in lovely New York City.... wait, it's all cold and rainy out! This isn't the nice vacation off that they'd all expected!

"Boring." RVD sighed as he lay on the floor, looking up at the ceiling.

"Where's the excitement?" Jeff Hardy tapped the rain soaked window.

"Sh, tv." Chris Jericho replied absentmindedly as he watched the tv set.

"Shiver me timbers!" The pirate on the old black and white movie cried.

"Hm, he must be cold too." Chris smirked to himself and changed the channel.

"Hey, I have an idea!" Shawn Michaels burst in from the kitchen, everyone turned to him.

"Well?" Triple H asked impatiently.

"Lets play truth or dare." HBK replied and everyone began to laugh.

"Hey, I said shut up!" Chris yelled, not taking his eyes off the tv.

"And our first victim." The show stopper grinned at Y2J. "Hey rock star?"

"You call?" The larger than life living legend turned around during the commercial.

"Why don't you go to The World and pick up the gang?" He replied.

"As you command, oh has been one." Jericho bowed mockingly.

"In the rain." Triple H added.

"With no jacket." RVD agreed.

"Fine, I like this weather. A little rain don't scare me!" Jericho boasted and walked out the hotel room, head held high. Everyone watched the door as he came back in. "Forgot my hotel card key." He smirked and left again and when he was finally gone, everyone burst out laughing.

"Oh, wait until he finds that the others have already left The World." HBK snickered.

"Yea." Jeff agreed. "And he'll be attacked by fans and he'll be soaked in freezing rain!"

"This is so much better than being bored." Triple H sighed with a content grin.

"Why don't you go pick up the others?" Jericho was saying to himself, in a mocking Shawn voice. "Yea, wait until I show them. I'll go out for a night on the town, all by myself!" Chris looked up at the grey sky, the rain pelting his face. "A little rain doesn't hurt." He smiled, being one to quite fancy the wet weather. Chris walked down the streets of New York, which weren't as crowded with people as they were with taxis because of the rain.

"Hey, I wonder what's on tv now?" Jeff grabbed the remote.

"No Hardy, no! It's prime time!" Triple H cried. But it was too late, he turned on the tv.

"Ah!" They all covered their ears as sounds of soap operas filled the air.

"No!" Shawn made a leap and grabbed the remote, turning off the tv. Everyone sighed.

"Hey guys." A voice called and the gang turned as the door opened.

"Hey." They all nodded, it was the rest of the gang. Stephanie, Edge, Christian, Hulk Hogan, Chris Benoit, Lance Storm all took off their drenched coats and threw them to the floor.

"Did any of you see Jericho?" Shawn asked, trying to keep a strait face.

"No, why?" Steph asked as she walked over and sat down next to Jeff.

"No reason." Triple H replied and they all smiled a secret smile to their selves.

"It's getting late, how long has he been gone?" Lance asked, worried for his friend.

"A couple hours." Jeff shrugged, taking a quick glance at the clock.

"In this weather?" Edge looked out the hazy window, also worried for Chris. Jericho was the youngest in the group and everyone always had to look out and take care of him.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." RVD assured, knowing that young Chris was tough.

"Sorry I'm late." The door flew open and in ran Rikishi, throwing off his windbreaker.

"Where were you?" Christian asked, everyone knowing the answer already.

"I'm sorry, but those buffets were just screaming my name." Rikishi blushed.

"Don't tell me, let me guess." Jeff put a hand against his forehead. "A giant sub club?"

"I told you, that sandwich was possessed and the group of fairies told me to eat it in order to free their enslaved troll master." Rikishi cried like a child. "Besides, I was hungry."

"This is all too easy, more free entertainment." Triple H smirked, he loved to tease Kish.

"Well, whose up for dinner?" Rikishi asked. "It's almost 6."

"I'm in." Everyone raised their hand.

"Oh boy, and I know a great place!" Rikishi grinned with a little giggle.

"Woopdedoo." Chris sighed as he walked down the soggy streets. "Well, I might as well make my own fun." He looked in a window and saw his reflection. His hair was all mopped and sticking to his drenched shirt that clung to his skin. His arms were all covered in water, and each time he rubbed them dry they would be covered in rain again. "Hey puddles!" Chris grinned like a school boy and ran over to the street corner and began to jump in the huge puddles.

"Look mommy." A little boy waiting at the curb with his mom pointed at Chris.

"Hm?" She turned and saw Chris, thinking he was a lunatic. "Don't stare honey." She pulled her son away and they quickly crossed the street when the light turned green.

"But... hey? Wait, I wanna play too!" The boy wailed but they were soon down the street.

"Oh well, I'm tired of jumping." Chris said, bored with the game after ten minutes.

"Beep!" A taxi horn wailed and Chris jumped out of the street. But the taxi drove through the puddle and threw a wave of dirty gutter water all over Chris. Chris growled to himself.

"Ok, that's it, I'm going home." Chris groaned, standing slumped in anger. He walked back to the hotel and looked across the street to see The World, full as usual. "Maybe I'll stop by. If anyone's there I'll have company." Chris sighed and ran across the bumper to bumper street. When he made it inside it was warm and he was able to dry off with the heater going.

"Hey Chris." Somebody called and he turned toward the direction of the front desk.

"Hey Carlos." Chris nodded, recognizing the clerk as a former camera man off Raw.

"You look pretty beat." Carlos grinned as Chris came over. "Here, have this."

"Thanks." Chris took the cup of hot chocolate and smirked.

"If you're looking for the others, they left hours ago." Carlos replied. Chris sneezed.

"Sorry." Chris blushed after he downed the coco in one gulp and hiccuped.

"Well you've been out there for so long, no pardon needed." Carlos smiled.

"Thanks." Chris nodded. "I'd better head back, I'll see you later."

"By." Carlos waved as Chris left The World. He shivered as he went outside, his body not used to the swift contrast from hot to cold. He sneezed a few more times, then growled.

"I bet everyone already at dinner and nothing's left." Chris said to himself. When he went back to the hotel and came back into the room, everyone was back and dinner was over.

"Hi Chris." Everyone said, the others already in on Shawn's little joke.

"Yea hey." Chris nodded and walked into the bathroom to dry off.

"Aw, what's the matter? I thought a little rain never hurt." Shawn said, coming over.

"You set me up!" Chris growled, throwing the wet towel on him. Shawn blocked it.

"Hey, it was just a joke, no harm done." Shawn laughed. Chris's face softened.

"Yea, you're right. It was pretty cool out." Chris smirked and gave a slight snicker.

"Yea, literally!" Shawn's smile grew and they both laughed. Chris began to sneeze again. "Uh oh, sounds like somebody's got a cold in his nose." He said in a teasing baby tone.

"Shut up." Chris sneered jokingly and looked at his reflection. "Man, that rain weather sure does a number on ya." He looked at his face and tried to better his ruined image.

"Yea, you'd better warm up, your arms are all bumpy. You cold?" Shawn asked.

"No, it's pretty hot in here actually." Chris replied, trying to fluff out his hair.

"Uh, no, it's not. The air system is set at 70 degrees." Shawn turned to him.

"Really?" Chris looked at him and they were both pretty confused. Chris just shrugged.

"Well just clean up, we can all watch tv or something." Shawn replied and left.

"Sounds good." Chris called and closed the door, going back to drying his hair. "Good thing I cut off my goatee or else I'd be even more wet." He smirked to himself. Chris began to hum a tune to one of his newest Fozzy songs in the works as he washed his face. As he looked back up in the mirror he stopped and stared at his face. It was all red yet pale, and his eyes were tired, not to mention his nose was still all stuffed with a million sneezes. "Oh no." It finally hit Chris. He began to pound his head on the wall. "No, no, no, no!" He repeated over and over. He was really nervous now, he just couldn't be sick. Not him, not right now. He wanted to cry.

"Hey, you ok in there, out of toilet paper?" Shawn pounded on the door.

"Ha, ha. No, very funny." Chris replied, turning back to the mirror. He sighed to himself and whimpered, "Oh man, this can't be happening. I can't be sick, I just can't. Oh please, no."