RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: On Christmas Eve,
Stephanie gets a glimpse of what her life could have been if she had made
different choices in her life. Inspired by 'The Family Man'. AU
story.
DISCLAIMER: I do not
own Stephanie McMahon, Andrew Martin (Test) or whoever decides to
pop up in this story; They belong to the WWF and Vince McMahon ---- Unfortunately
in my case, I do not own Shane McMahon (Sad I know.)
SPECIAL DEDICATIONS:
To Grace, who seems to be the only Andrew/Stephanie fan out there, besides
me of course :-D, miss ya! I can't wait for you to get back from your trip.
{Working on a C/J fic, but I couldn't
get this idea out of my head, I watched 'The Family Man' last night
and it resulted to this.}
SPECIAL NOTES: I haven't watched
or seen InVasion yet, this story was written before InVasion so I don't
know what team wins the match, but let's just say Team WECW won, it will
be more fitting for this story, because in this story WECW has their own
company, their own building, staff and everything.
~*~
Stephanie fluttered her blue eyes
open, she let out a content sigh as she pushed herself up from the huge
queen sized bed she was sleeping in, alone. Despite everything, her and
Hunter had gotten a divorce after her and Shane had decided to bring back
ECW and put their two companies together to make WECW, Hunter had decided
to stay loyal to the WWF and Stephanie had decided to stay loyal to Shane
and her company which led to the divorce.
Who needs Hunter Hearst-Helmlsey
anyways? Was what
Stephanie had told Shane the day of the divorce, it wasn't like she really
loved Hunter anyways, he was just the man she had stayed with, she had
never really loved him, he was just the consolation prize since she couldn't
have the one man she really wanted, since they hated each other ever since
the day Stephanie turned her back on him.
"Time to get up." Stephanie said
to herself smiling; She danced her way over to her closet while humming
a song. "What to wear ... "
Stephanie pulled out a pink tanktop
that had the words 'I have issues' on the front and then pulled
out a pair of black pants, usually she would go for something a little
more fancy, maybe even a suit but today was just her telling the new staff
of WECW what to do, and god forbid she would go out of her way to look
good for them, they were just the staff, it wasn't like they were Tazz,
Rhyno or any other of her and Shane's wrestlers.
Stephanie pulled the shirt over her
head and then slipped out of her fancy red silk pajama bottoms and put
on the black pants, she then slipped on her shoes and walked into the bathroom
and started to style her hair. After she got done with styling her hair,
she put on her makeup, and grabbed a black beaded necklace and walked out
of the bathroom. She grabbed her jacket and put it on over her tanktop
and walked out of the penthouse hotel room, which by the way cost a fortune
and was also being billed to her father's credit card without his knowledge;
Stephanie smirked thinking about the day her and Shane decided to move
out of their homey feeling houses in Greenwich and get penthouse hotel
rooms, Shane had been in the worst mood because he had just gotten the
divorce papers from Marissa, so he decided to make their dad pay even more,
so he put his and Stephanie's very expensive hotel rooms on Vince's platinum
gold visa card which had a unlimited spending limit.
"Morning Stephanie." Shane said,
locking his hotel room door and walking over to Stephanie; Shane was wearing
his 'Shane-O-Mac-' jersey with baggy black pants and white tennis
shoes. "Wonderful morning huh?"
Stephanie nodded and pushed the elevator
button and waited for the elevator doors to slide open. "Ah, just the best.
So you think the new staff is going to complain on having to work Christmas
Eve?"
Shane shrugged, walking into the
elevator once the doors slid open, he pushed the 1st floor button and turned
to Stephanie. "They just might, being new and all. But hey, we'll just
have to tell them that it takes working on Christmas Eve to get to the
top."
Stephanie smiled. "Oh here we are."
Stephanie said as the elevator doors opened up. "Your car or mine?"
Shane pointed to Stephanie. "We'll
take your car today? So what color did you get painted in?"
"Silver, bye Tony." Stephanie said
to the door man.
"Silver is always good for Ferraris."
Shane replied walking over to Stephanie silver Ferrari. "Looks great sis."
Stephanie smiled. "It better, the
paint job took forever." Stephanie got in the car, waited for Shane to
get in, and then she sped off, turing on the radio.
~*~
"Morning, Mr. and Ms. McMahon." Evelyn
Rose, the secretary to WECW greeted her two bosses as Shane and Stephanie
walked into the building.
Shane waved and walked into the conference
room.
Stephanie smiled at Evelyn. "Well
good morning Evelyn, you're looking nice today."
Evelyn smiled back. "Why thank you,
your new staff is waiting for you in the conference room and Mr. Andrew
Martin called you."
Stephanie made a face. "Andrew? Well
I'll make a note not to call him back, thanks Evelyn." Stephanie smiled
once more and walked away from Evelyn and into the conference room.
~*~
"Okay everybody even though we did
win at InVasion, we still need to watch our backs, the WWF are still a
threat, especially with Triple H on their sides, and considering that the
'old' Stone Cold Steve Austin is back we need to be very, very careful
which is our next step. Now all you new staff members need to watch out
as well, the WWF might try to trick us into befriending them, which is
way bad, so as of now we are your only friends." Stephanie continued
pacing around in the conference room.
"Your only friends." Shane
said. "Actually we're more like family to you and the WWF, is your mortal
enemy, you don't talk to them ... you don't even take the time to insult
them ... leave that to us."
Stephanie nodded, she opened her
mouth to say something but then looked over to see Alan Mintz, one of their
old workers doodling. "Alan, am I boring you?" Stephanie asked walking
over to Alan.
Alan straightened his body up. "Oh
no not at all Stephanie, it's just that it's Christmas Eve and I promised
the wife and kids that I would be home like 45 minutes ago, can't we just
leave early this one time?" Andrew asked hopefully.
Stephanie shook her head. "Alan,
I know it's Christmas Eve and you want to be with your family, but we got
to put our all in this, because once we conquer this little problem every
day is going to be Christmas, I want our present to be the first one you
open up and once we get this done, you can take off every day you want,
but today is not that day, okay?"
Alan nodded. "Of course Stephanie,
please go on." Alan took out his notebook and started making notes.
"Thank you." Stephanie said and continued
her speech.
~*~
Stephanie walked out of the conference
room with Shane by her side, she watched all the workers practically run
out especially Alan Mintz. Stephanie rolled her eyes and turned to Shane.
"Have fun, I'm going to the store, get some egg nog, try to get into the
Christmas spirit."
Shane smirked. "Yeah, I'll order
some room service, bet that will be a wonderful Christmas present for dear
old dad. I might even order something on Marrisa's old credit card." Shane
smiled and walked off.
Stephanie laughed and walked out
of the building, she walked outside and stopped when she felt the first
few snowflakes fall down on her head, she looked up and smiled as the icy
snowflakes came in contact with her skin. Stephanie zipped up her jacket
and got in her ferrari and drove to the closest store.
~*~
Stephanie picked up the carton of
egg nog, but stopped looking at the expiration date once she saw a young
woman around her age, her clothes were torn, Stephanie shook her head;
Homeless woman, Stephanie thought to herself as she watched the
young woman go up to the counter.
"Excuse me, how much is your milk?"
The young woman asked.
The guy at the counter, a middle
aged chinese man, shook his head. "2 dollars."
The young woman walked past Stephanie
and grabbed a carton of milk and walked back over to the counter and put
out all of the money she had.
"You seem to be short by a dollar."
The guy at the counter replied, with disgust in his eyes.
The young woman looked at the money,
the array of pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters she had put on the counter,
she frowned. "Is there anyway I could owe you a dollar? Please?"
The guy at the counter shook his
head, and grabbed the carton of milk. "No, get out."
