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A/N: So this idea kind of came from watching Raw and having some Twitter discussions about it and partly from a TV show preview I saw. I know I shouldn't start more stories, but hey, I wouldn't be me if I stopped. Anyways, so this story might be kind of confusing at first, I hope it's not, but it might be and if it is, feel free to PM me or e-mail me and ask for an explanation and I'll try my best to give one.

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It would've been so much easier if she could just say she was crazy.

They could lock her up and then maybe she would get some help and this thing that happened wouldn't be real. They'd talk her out of it and she would just go on living her crazy life and everyday they would tell her that she was just crazy and she would believe them and that would be the end of it. Or she wished they were just dreams, something she could attribute to her sleeping, docile brain, but it wasn't, everything she could feel in the waking world (whichever that was) she could feel. She could feel touches, pain, hurt, anger, sadness, and it all felt too real. Everything was too real just to discount them, dismiss them.

Stephanie lived two different lives…in two different worlds.

It all came down to a choice. She'd figured out that it had come down to one choice and one world went with one decision and the other world went with the other. She wasn't sure why she was afforded a taste of both worlds, but never the full deal. What was so important about that one choice, what was the universe trying to tell her? Which one was the right one? Were they both right and so she was forced to live them both out? She had come to believe that finding out the answers to these questions, finding out which world was the right one was the key to finding the real conclusion her life was supposed to be.

Until then, she lived both lives and hated neither one. They both had their pros and cons and so she was torn between these two worlds, torn between two men whom had come to her on the same day and asked her out and that's where the decision lay. That's where it had all began. That's where her life changed.

Paul was handsome in a rugged, tough way and when he walked into her locker room for the evening (she always got her own as the boss's daughter), he had a swagger about him that she found mesmerizing in a way. She didn't lack for confidence, but he seemed to have it in spades and it made her admire him in ways she was becoming more and more attracted to. She smiled lopsidedly at him and patted the seat next to him. He took it willingly, sitting down and grinning at her.

"So we've been working pretty intensely lately," he observed casually and he was so cool that she had no clue he was trying to talk her up.

"Yeah, we have," Stephanie nodded, "but I think it's good for both our characters, especially yours, you're getting some major heel heat right now, it's crazy how many people hate you."

"It means we're doing our jobs well," he said and then didn't want to cut anymore time from what he could be asking. "So, I've been thinking long and hard about this and I want to ask you out."

"On a date?" she asked, surprised. "I thought you were still with Joanie."

"We're done, have been for a while, just haven't announced it yet," he shrugged. "I found myself falling out of love with her and I've become more and more attracted to you and I wanted to ask you out, so what do you say, me, you, dinner? Sound good?"

It did, but she wanted to think about it and so she told him so. "I'll think about it and get back to you later tonight, is that okay?"

"That's fine, just let me know."

Blink.

"Wake up, Steph!"

Stephanie opened her eyes and looked at the room. Paul's world. She was in Paul's world. She stretched her arms out and picked up her wedding ring on the nightstand. Her wedding rings helped her remember which world she was in. There was no rhyme or reason to each world. Sometimes she spent days in one world, sometimes weeks in the other. She always had to check every morning. The thing was, the thing she couldn't explain (there was a lot she couldn't explain, but a lot she just stopped trying to figure out) was what happened in the other world when she wasn't there. Did she have some sort of doppelganger who lived it out? When she got to the other world she had memories of things that she had not experienced so there must be someone living it out for her. So if there were two of her, why didn't she get to stick to one world?

She shook her thoughts out and slipped her wedding ring on. Paul was at the door again. "Oh good, you're up, we've got that meeting today at Titan and we can't be late."

"Yeah, I know," Stephanie said, puckering up her lips. Paul laughed and walked over, kissing her and she smiled against his lips. "It's good to see you." It was a little joke of hers to say that. She always said it when she switched worlds.

"Good morning to you too," he said, "I've already got the girls up and they're eating breakfast in the kitchen. I better get back down there and make sure that Nancy is feeding them." Nancy was their live-in nanny who took care of their three girls: Aurora, Murphy, and Vaughn.

"Okay," Stephanie nodded, "I'm just going to get dressed and I'll come down. What did Emily make?"

"Your favorite, blueberry pancakes," Paul told her, his eyes widening in mischief, "I may have told her to make them for you today because we've got that big meeting and I want you to be prepared."

"You're always thinking of me," she laughed. Not many people knew how attentive and kind Paul could be. She liked that she got to see this side of him. It was like something reserved just for her. "I love you."

"I have to keep you interested in me somehow, don't I? And I love you too," he said, then swatted her on the butt. "Now go get dressed."

"I'm going, I'm going," she told him, making a face before walking into her enormous walk-in closet. In this world, she liked decadent. Her home was massive, enough to house 50 people comfortably. She and Paul had a cook who came in on their days off, Nancy, their nanny traveled with them, and they had a housekeeper come in once a week. It was the lifestyle befitting of a princess and that's what her father still saw her as in this world, well, in both worlds, her father would probably see her as his princess in every world that could possibly exist.

She picked out her black pinstriped pantsuit, the likes of which she didn't have in the other world and had wanted to wear for days. She slipped it on, adjusting the shoulders of the form fitting blazer and then she went to the mirror to check on herself. She didn't feel different in each world, but she knew that somehow, she was different in each world and she had to act accordingly.

She went downstairs and saw everyone in the kitchen. She walked around the table and pressed kisses to each of her daughters' heads and then sat down as Emily placed the plate of pancakes in front of her, "Thank you, Emily."

"You're welcome," Emily said politely before she went to the kitchen to clean up after herself. Stephanie poured herself a cup of coffee before taking a life-altering sip.

"Hit the spot?" Paul asked.

"Yes, absolutely," she said, "just what I needed. Today is a big thing. I can't believe my dad is actually thinking about stepping down. I feel like I'm going to a wake or something."

"But this is what we've wanted for a while, what we've been planning," Paul said.

"Mommy, I don't wanna eat this!" Aurora said pushing the pancakes away.

"Rora, calm down," Stephanie told her daughter. "You eat what's on your plate or you don't eat, that's the rules and mind Nancy, okay, she's trying to be nice and help you cut your pancakes and you're not being very nice."

"They're yucky," Aurora pouted with a huff.

"Then don't eat them and wait until lunch," Stephanie said with a firm hand. Aurora, being her eldest, liked to get attention. Murphy and Vaughn were smaller and needed more help with things and Aurora got jealous of the attention paid to them.

"Oh," Aurora said, realizing she'd have to wait until lunch to eat and so she voraciously attacked her pancakes.

"That's what I thought," Stephanie said, then turned back to her husband. "I know that this is what we've been planning, what with you taking the desk job, but I don't know, end of an era maybe. I just never saw my father stepping down, you know what I mean. I guess I just never thought I'd see the day. Not that I didn't know it was coming, just, you never expect it so soon…"

"Stephanie?"

"Hey, Chris, what's going on? Is everything going okay for you here? Are you not fitting in?"

"It's nothing like that," he ducked his head. "I'm fitting in, I guess, I mean, it's hard, but I think I'm finally finding my place here and a lot of that has to do with you actually."

"Me?" She was a little puzzled by this assertion. "What did I do?"

"The Chyna/Jericho storyline sucked," he chuckled to himself, "I did it because I wasn't doing anything and at the very least with that storyline I was doing something, you know, but then you came along and for the first time since…God, maybe ever, I don't know, but for the first time in a really long time, I feel like I'm Chris Jericho."

"And that's because of me?"

"I have this character and I don't think I've really gotten to be him until now and you're a huge part of that, you've…you've kind of saved me," he laughed to cover up the awkwardness of his confession, she could tell and she found that endearing. If she were honest, Chris was one of the most handsome men she'd ever met in her life. He had this ease and charm about him that was magnetic.

"I'm glad I could help."

"And that brings me to why I really came, I really…man, I'm so bad at this. I've never had a serious girlfriend before so you'll have to excuse the awkwardness, I'm not used to doing this, but would you like to go out to dinner sometime, with me, on a date sometime?"

She blushed and looked up at him. She'd been asked earlier this evening to go out with Paul and she didn't want to commit to anything just yet with Chris so she answered, "Do you think that I can get back to you? It's not a no, just want to make sure that I make the right choice…"

"Okay, I can live with a maybe."

Blink.

The alarm sounded and she felt an arm then a body hovering over her and hit the damn thing so it shut off. "More sleep," the voice mumbled and she recognized it and the world she was in.

"We have to get up," she told him, "we have to drive to Green Bay."

"No," he whined, "I don't want to drive to Green Bay, I'm already exhausted."

"Well," she turned over and looked at the man next to her, his tousled blonde hair making him look adorable and boyish. She ran her hand through it as he opened his blue eyes to look up at her impishly, a silly grin on his face, "it wasn't me who insisted on taking a redeye flight here to Chicago and arriving at 3:00 am. In fact, you should be more awake because you're still on London time, which would mean that to you, it's after 1:00 pm."

"But I spent eight hours on a plane," he groaned.

"Your fault, you wanted to be here," Stephanie told him. "It's good to see you though."

"Well, after being gone for a month, I was hoping for a little more response than 'it's good to see you though,'" he teased and she rolled on top of him.

"Whatever do you want from me, Mr. Irvine?"

"I can think of a few things," he said, "but right now, I just want to sleep, I'm still exhausted and when I was on tour, I'll have you know that sometimes, I did sleep later than one."

"Disgusting," she burrowed against his skin. In this world and hell, in the other world too (though it didn't matter to her over there) Chris had been gone for a month touring with Fozzy, but had come home to her the night before. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," he kissed the top of her head as she closed her eyes, safe and warm in his embrace. "Did the kids miss me?"

"They've been bouncing off the walls missing you. You should probably keep it down because if they hear you in here, there's going to be a riot in this hotel room."

"They're like their old man, not morning people," Chris told her, rubbing her back, "if they're my kids at all, they'll still be sleeping."

"Uh huh," she said.

"So tell me again, what happened at that meeting with your dad?"

"He wants to take away the Mr. McMahon character again and you, my darling, love of this life," she carefully worded herself, "are going to be taking over for him."

"So he decided he just couldn't pull the trigger on retirement," Chris mused. "I knew that crafty old bastard wouldn't do it. I told him time and time again that he wasn't going to do it and he kept telling me in that voice of his, 'No, Chris, I think it's time my daughter takes over for me,' I knew he wasn't going to."

"Give him a break, he loves what he does," she pouted. "Besides, we should be happy, you're coming back and nobody expects it, not one, single person suspects that you're making your triumphant return tonight."

"That's true, it'll be good to get back in the ring, even if it is just to fire…wait, I get to fire your dad tonight, this is going to be great!" Chris exclaimed and Stephanie pushed him away before she sat up.

"We really should get up and get going, there's a lot to do today," Stephanie said, pushing the covers off before she grabbed her wedding ring off the nightstand. "You want to help get the kids up? They'll be so excited to see you."

"Sure, you get Rora, I get Murphy and Vaughn?"

"Deal," she said as they got out of bed. Chris hugged Stephanie to him as they walked into the other room.

"Were they any trouble while I was gone?"

"Yes, but I love them anyways," she told him, "like I love you."

"I love you too," she said, kissing him under ear. They walked into the other room where Aurora was sleeping in one bed, Murphy in the other, and Vaughn was asleep in the crib they'd gotten for the room. Chris untangled himself from her arms and went over to wake up Murphy.

Stephanie took in the scene for a moment. This was one of the biggest and most obvious changes in the two worlds, while Aurora was almost exactly the same with a few small feature changes she attributed to Chris (Aurora looked more like her than anything), Murphy and Vaughn had two glaring differences from the Murphy and Vaughn in her other world; they were both little boys. In both worlds, she loved the names Murphy and Vaughn and they'd stuck (and were easier to remember than having six kids with different names).

Stephanie walked over to Aurora's bed and shook the little girl awake a little, "Rora, we have to get up, we're going to Raw tonight."

"Go away," the grumpy little girl said, pushing away at Stephanie.

"You have to get up," she laughed at her little girl who was stubborn in both worlds. "Come on, we'll go get breakfast and everything."

"No," Aurora asserted as she turned on her side.

Stephanie leaned in closer and whispered to her, "Daddy's here."

This made Aurora's eyes open wide and she turned over again and saw Chris in the other bed, getting a gigantic hug from Murphy, the little blond boy with the smoky gray eyes delighted to see his father after so long. Aurora was scrambling out of bed and over to the other bed so she could get in on the hug as well. Stephanie sat there and watched them and fell in love with the picture. Sometimes she loved that she had two lives because it did mean twice the great moments and memories. Chris looked over at her and nearly glowed from happiness. Then there was the business of her loving two different men at the same time.

It had been eleven years and she still hadn't made her clear choice.

Blink.