Our Love Is…: Chris Jerichogoes home with a cold and his friends come to check up on him and make sure he's ok, as does Chris Benoit.
Summary: Chris Jericho has a really bad cold, after RVD and Ivory tell Benoit not to blame Jericho for the cold, he leaves, then the duo convince Jericho to go home to get treatment for his cold. His friends from work decide to visit him at home since he just has a cold.
Sitting in the hotel room at the JFK airport, Rob Van Dam flipped through the boring soaps and talk show on television, Ivory and her cat were sitting by the window looking out at the morning view. Chris Benoit was just moaning and groaning, twitching nervously, looking down at the bed where Chris Jericho still lay asleep.
"Come on and get up already!"
"Dude, chill out." RVD turned around from the local news.
"Yea." Ivory picked up her cat from the windowsill. "I mean, we are here early, we should just, chill out."
"Thank you." Rob smiled.
"Chill out? We've got a job to do if you were to recall!" Benoit exploded. "Vince told us to promote Raw in Japan with the media, and sleep head here refuses to rise along with the sun like the rest of us!"
"Don't make me tell you to chill out again." Rob folded his arms.
Benoit cracked his knuckles, "Try me."
They stared at each other with a challenge in their eyes but then Rob shrugged, "Meh."
"Ah!" Benoit nearly fell over.
"Look, we have today off anyway, the conference isn't until tomorrow afternoon." Ivory tried to play peace keeper once again.
"But a guy shouldn't sleep in past 8 on his day off!" Benoit was speaking before thinking again. "I want my match."
Ivory could tell and she sighed, "And yo'ull get it, we're trying to enjoy our day off and relax in the luxuriously large hotel room, but Chris Benoit is getting to upset for us to do so."
"We're in New York early to promote Raw in Japan." Benoit protested once more, RVD slumped in poor posture in the chair, bored from his bickering. "And now Jericho's buried in his pillow and…"
"Cough, cough."
"Now he's sick too!" Benoit felt like a volcano about to burst, his head would be steaming if this were an anime. "God dam it Irvine!"
Jericho sat up moaning and groaning, "Ugh, my head…."
"Hangover dude?" RVD asked.
"I want my match!"
"No, you must be exhausted from all of our work lately, you've barely had time to rest with all this." Ivory stood up to go tend to the ill Canadian, Benoit just growled.
"What's with him?" Jericho whispered.
"What's with me?" Benoit tightened his balled up fists. "I want my match!"
"Ignore him, you just focus on getting better." She tucked Jericho back in under the covers.
"Look, I didn't want him to get sick."
"Well sorry! I didn't either!" Jericho yelled back at Benoit but started to cough again.
"I..."
Ivory felt his forehead, "Just calm down and get some rest, the sooner you recover the better. You've got a bad fever."
"Want..."
"Yea, for our sakes." RVD muttered, causing Benoit's ears to twitch.
"I'm sorry." Jericho apologizes again but Benoit just growls and leaves.
"I want my match!"
"We hear you!" Rob cried.
"Enough, yes, we get it!" Ivory was loosing her temper now.
"Arg, I can't take this persecution anymore!" He slammed the door behind him.
"Wow…." The trio blink, then turn back to the situation at hand.
"Look." Rob stands up. "Maybe you should go back home to get better, you might recover faster being in your own home, and, away from Benoit."
"I'm sorry everyone." Jericho sits up, throwing the covers off him as he tries to stand, poorly.
"Here, let me help you." Rob grabs his left arm and pulls it over his shoulders. "I'll help get you to the main gate and we can work something out."
"Thanks."
"Ivory, you stay here just in case Benoit comes back."
"Right Rob. Good luck Chris, feel better."
"Thanks." They leave and Ivory sighs, turning off the tv.
"No, I told you." Jessica Irvine repeated into the phone. "Chris won't go back to New York until he gets better, he has a very bad cold."
"Only a cold?" Vince McMahon scoffed.
"Look, it's that time of year, and with going to a foreign country, I don't want him to get the flu."
"Bah, hum bug. You make a pathetic excuse Mrs. Irvine."
Jessica paused to change her plan of attack. "I don't want him to mess up Raw, you know how much the fans are looking forward to his match. Think of the ratings."
Vince's eyes opened as dollar signs, "You make a very persuasive argument Mrs. Irvine." She smiled. "Get Chris better and when he's not sick anymore, send him back to New York."
"Yes sir, thank you."
"And it had better be quick too." He hung up.
Jessica made a disgruntled face in disgust, "And, it had better be quick too. Jerk."
Vince turned around in his seat to face those who were in the meeting with him, "Chris is home sick. He's got a cold and won't return to New York until further notice."
"Alright…" Christian, Edge and Lance Storm looked at each other confused, he dragged them to this meeting just to tell them that?
"Wow." Jessica took the thermometer out of her husband's mouth. "101.3."
"Bah, that's not too bad." Chris coughed.
"Do you think you can stomach some food?"
"No."
"Then I'll just make you something warm to drink so you can take your medicine."
Chris whined at the 'm' word, "Fine…" She left his room.
"We should go visit him." Lance pounded his fist into his hand.
"Yea I mean it's just a cold." Edge agreed.
"You're going to visit Chris?" The voice made them turn to see Trish Stratus.
"Yea, Vince told us he's at home with a cold." Christian spoke up.
Trish looks thoughtfully, "Hmm, maybe I should come and bring him something…" she walked off.
Christian blinked, then called after her, "Just not Tyson Tomko! He's not the best problem solver in the world when the problem is having a cold." He remembered the time he had a fever and Tyson offered to fix this problem.
"Alright, let's see how high it is." Tyson took out the thermometer and tore the sheets of Christian's bed.
"Hey!" He gasped.
"Chin up, trousers down boss."
"NO!"
Christian shivered at the flashback and Edge cocked an eyebrow, "Do we really have to bring him along?"
"He is Chris's next door neighbor." Lance pointed out sadly.
Chris Benoit, meanwhile was walking around New York trying to clear his head. Grumbling to himself, trying to talk things over and getting odd looks from the passers by, but they did just that, pass by. Finally he stopped and realized something, but his deduction was cut off by a scream. He rushed towards it and saw a gang run around the corner. Eager to take off some steam, he followed them but was lost down the alley ways. Finally he heard the cry again and followed it to see a bum cornering a young woman.
"Give me your purse now."
"But I told you." She handed it to him between sobs. "My boyfriend has my wallet."
"Shut up and lay down bitch!"
She did as she was told, weeping, until Benoit spoke up, "You know, usually I try not to hit girls, but I'll make an exception this time."
"What?" The bum turned to be greeted by the fist of the steamy Benoit.
"Here you are." He handed the purse to the stunned lady.
"Thank you, you saved me life."
"Sure thing, now get outta here." He smiled, helping her up and she ran off.
"You'll pay for that, with your money, then with your life." The bum got up.
Benoit groaned and cracked his knuckles, "Don't mess with me, I'm already in a bad mood today." He kicked him in the gut, causing him to fall over with the wind knocked out of him. He walked off, arriving at his destination, a strip of small stores down the main street. He went into one of the shops, a butcher shop, "Excuse me."
"Can I help you?" The clerk asked.
"What kind of meat do you have?"
The man gave him a strange look, "Well, what do you need?"
Back at the hotel, Rob had long since returned and Ivory was looking down at her sleeping cat on the bed pillow, "I'm bored, do you want to wait until Benoit comes back? It's been a while, why should we be here?"
"To tell him that Chris went home."
"Oh yea… but I want to go shopping."
"Yea, me too."
Ivory stood up, "I think that things will be alright, we won't be gone too long."
"Great, then let's go!" Rob led the way.
"Thank you, come again." The man called as Benoit left, a big bag in hand.
He walked to the next store, "This should do the trick." He went inside. "Hey!"
"Oh, Benoit!" Ivory gasped.
"Oh crap!" Rob hid the product behind his back. "I wasn't doing anything, I swear!"
"What are you doing here…." Benoit stopped, he was in an herbal shop. "Oh, Rob…"
"What?" He shrugged nervously, trying desperately to get away.
"Catnip, it's for my cat." Ivory shoved Rob away.
Benoit groaned and went to the cashier, "Excuse me, I'm looking for some herbs for a friend of mine." Ivory and Rob froze and turned around, was he talking about Chris? Benoit turned around, "What, got a staring problem?" They quickly went to the other register and left in a hurry.
"Thanks for covering for me." Rob sighed with relief.
"What? No it really is catnip."
"What!" Rob scrambled through the bag. "NO!"