Author: Huntress
Summary: Chris Jericho and Steph are stranded with no civilization for miles.. Can they survive the mountans, let alone each other?
Disclaimer: I don't own Chris Jericho (though I'd like to!), Stephanie McMahon
Helmsly, the WWF, or anyone else my imagination orders into this story. So if you sue me, I get to counter sue. Yup dats right cant mess wit me! Nah! :P
Rating: PG-13 for language and death. ( No one important.)
Chapter 1: All's fair in love and war
~*~
Stephanie boarded the tiny plane. It could only fit five people, and it was scheduled to take her and another wrestler to a radio station in some state or another. She never could remember where she was going since she traveled so much. Steph wondered who else was supposed to go. All she knew was there was a drawing, and she and someone else won, so they got to go do an interview with a radio station. She heard noises behind her, and turned around anxiously to see who she'd be flying with. Steph's mouth dropped in horror. The blonde hair, muscular body, hockey jersey.. No. It couldn't be. The person turned around, and her worst fears were confirmed. Chris Jericho. She moaned loudly and a look of surprise then an arrogant smirk went across Jericho's face. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the Princess herself." Stephanie's perfectly chiseled features hardened. "Bite me Jericho." "With pleasure." He moved toward her and leaned down like he was going to bite her, but she shoved him off.
"That's OK Steph. I wouldn't want to get any diseases."
"You mean there are actually ones you haven't been diagnosed with?" She retorted.
"Yea, Genital Herpes. You wouldn't mind sharing, would you?" Jericho smirked as Steph's eyes widened at the insult. She couldn't think of a comeback, so she folded her arms and glared at him as he settled into the seat across from her. They didn't speak as the plane took off into the air gracefully. Stephanie placed her laptop on the fold out table and began clicking away. Jericho's curiosity got the best of him. He moved into the seat next to her to see what she was doing. "Smut site?" He asked. Steph glared at him. "Yeah, I was looking for your mothers picture to post on the WWF Magazine cover. Ya know, just to show the world how you came to be." His eyes narrowed. "You know how flat Frankenstein's head is? Well, mention my mother like that again, and its what yours is going to look like." Steph shot him a dirty look, but didn't say anything else. He looked at the screen, and saw she was looking at the WWF website. She calmly ignored him, and put a CD into the side pocket. Glancing at him, she put headphones on. She could see he wanted to ask what she was listening to, but had too much pride. 'Fine by me.' She thought. She leaned her head back in the seat and listened quietly. She could smell his cologne, and wished he would move back to his seat instead of the one beside her. Suddenly, before she could open her eyes, her music stopped, and noise that sounded like trash cans and wood being slapped together filled the airplane. "What the hell is this?!" Steph yelled. He glanced at her with a smug smile. "Fozzy." He replied. "The bear?" She asked, turning it off. "No, stupid, the best rock band in the Universe. Why'd you turn it off?" "Because its MY computer, and I prefer to listen to my music." She snapped, putting her CD back in. 'Bitch' by Meredith Brooks played. "Figures." He muttered. He went back to his seat, and began taking things out of his bag. Steph didn't notice, and settled back in her seat. Suddenly the same noise was heard blasting throughout the aircraft. She jumped a bit, and her eyes immediately landed on Jericho who had a small sound system set up. She yelled for him to turn it down, but he pretended not to hear her. She yelled his name loudly but he continued to ignore her. 'Thats right, scream my name bitch.' he thought to himself with a laugh. She got up and went to his seat without him noticing. She slapped him hard on the arm, making him look up at her. "Turn that down!" She yelled again. He finally complied, but as soon as she sat down, he blasted it again. Before she could say anything, someone came out from the front of the plane. It immediately registered in Stephanie's head that this was the pilot, but it obviously didn't in Jericho's. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "I'm your pilot." The old man answered in a gruff voice. "And I'd appreciate it if you two'd stop with all the noise. I cant concentrate on flying the plane, and unless you two want to become flesh pancakes, I'd quiet down." "Well, if your our pilot, and your out here, then who's flying the plane?" Steph asked, full well knowing that they were the only three on the plane. " Its on auto." He snapped. "It knows where we're going, without you steering? Wow.. The things technology can do these days." Steph marveled. "Yep." he said in the same gruff voice. "Duh." Jericho muttered. "Listen sonny--" The pilot began, annoyed. But he was suddenly pitched forward head first onto the floor as the plane went sharply downward. Steph screamed loudly, and Chris did the same in a deeper voice. They could both tell that the pilot was out cold. Jericho ran to the front of the plane, trying to work the controls so they didn't crash, but to no avail. Steph came up behind him, and couldn't stop it either. Before they could react, they saw a wall of stone and both pitched forward at the sudden impact. The plane had crashed.
Summary: Chris Jericho and Steph are stranded with no civilization for miles.. Can they survive the mountans, let alone each other?
Disclaimer: I don't own Chris Jericho (though I'd like to!), Stephanie McMahon
Helmsly, the WWF, or anyone else my imagination orders into this story. So if you sue me, I get to counter sue. Yup dats right cant mess wit me! Nah! :P
Rating: PG-13 for language and death. ( No one important.)
Chapter 1: All's fair in love and war
~*~
Stephanie boarded the tiny plane. It could only fit five people, and it was scheduled to take her and another wrestler to a radio station in some state or another. She never could remember where she was going since she traveled so much. Steph wondered who else was supposed to go. All she knew was there was a drawing, and she and someone else won, so they got to go do an interview with a radio station. She heard noises behind her, and turned around anxiously to see who she'd be flying with. Steph's mouth dropped in horror. The blonde hair, muscular body, hockey jersey.. No. It couldn't be. The person turned around, and her worst fears were confirmed. Chris Jericho. She moaned loudly and a look of surprise then an arrogant smirk went across Jericho's face. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the Princess herself." Stephanie's perfectly chiseled features hardened. "Bite me Jericho." "With pleasure." He moved toward her and leaned down like he was going to bite her, but she shoved him off.
"That's OK Steph. I wouldn't want to get any diseases."
"You mean there are actually ones you haven't been diagnosed with?" She retorted.
"Yea, Genital Herpes. You wouldn't mind sharing, would you?" Jericho smirked as Steph's eyes widened at the insult. She couldn't think of a comeback, so she folded her arms and glared at him as he settled into the seat across from her. They didn't speak as the plane took off into the air gracefully. Stephanie placed her laptop on the fold out table and began clicking away. Jericho's curiosity got the best of him. He moved into the seat next to her to see what she was doing. "Smut site?" He asked. Steph glared at him. "Yeah, I was looking for your mothers picture to post on the WWF Magazine cover. Ya know, just to show the world how you came to be." His eyes narrowed. "You know how flat Frankenstein's head is? Well, mention my mother like that again, and its what yours is going to look like." Steph shot him a dirty look, but didn't say anything else. He looked at the screen, and saw she was looking at the WWF website. She calmly ignored him, and put a CD into the side pocket. Glancing at him, she put headphones on. She could see he wanted to ask what she was listening to, but had too much pride. 'Fine by me.' She thought. She leaned her head back in the seat and listened quietly. She could smell his cologne, and wished he would move back to his seat instead of the one beside her. Suddenly, before she could open her eyes, her music stopped, and noise that sounded like trash cans and wood being slapped together filled the airplane. "What the hell is this?!" Steph yelled. He glanced at her with a smug smile. "Fozzy." He replied. "The bear?" She asked, turning it off. "No, stupid, the best rock band in the Universe. Why'd you turn it off?" "Because its MY computer, and I prefer to listen to my music." She snapped, putting her CD back in. 'Bitch' by Meredith Brooks played. "Figures." He muttered. He went back to his seat, and began taking things out of his bag. Steph didn't notice, and settled back in her seat. Suddenly the same noise was heard blasting throughout the aircraft. She jumped a bit, and her eyes immediately landed on Jericho who had a small sound system set up. She yelled for him to turn it down, but he pretended not to hear her. She yelled his name loudly but he continued to ignore her. 'Thats right, scream my name bitch.' he thought to himself with a laugh. She got up and went to his seat without him noticing. She slapped him hard on the arm, making him look up at her. "Turn that down!" She yelled again. He finally complied, but as soon as she sat down, he blasted it again. Before she could say anything, someone came out from the front of the plane. It immediately registered in Stephanie's head that this was the pilot, but it obviously didn't in Jericho's. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "I'm your pilot." The old man answered in a gruff voice. "And I'd appreciate it if you two'd stop with all the noise. I cant concentrate on flying the plane, and unless you two want to become flesh pancakes, I'd quiet down." "Well, if your our pilot, and your out here, then who's flying the plane?" Steph asked, full well knowing that they were the only three on the plane. " Its on auto." He snapped. "It knows where we're going, without you steering? Wow.. The things technology can do these days." Steph marveled. "Yep." he said in the same gruff voice. "Duh." Jericho muttered. "Listen sonny--" The pilot began, annoyed. But he was suddenly pitched forward head first onto the floor as the plane went sharply downward. Steph screamed loudly, and Chris did the same in a deeper voice. They could both tell that the pilot was out cold. Jericho ran to the front of the plane, trying to work the controls so they didn't crash, but to no avail. Steph came up behind him, and couldn't stop it either. Before they could react, they saw a wall of stone and both pitched forward at the sudden impact. The plane had crashed.