Remembering them

AN: Before I begin this, I only ask that everyone who reads this takes a moment of silence in memory of Eddie Guerrero and Chris Benoit.

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Thank you. This will be from Dean Malenko's point of view. This chapter takes place two days before the death of Chris Benoit and his family on June 24, 2007. And Three days before they were found on Monday June 25, 2007. This is also a request from .98.

Also I do not own any Names, songs, or anything like that. The song "Over and Over" is by three days grace and The song "Hurt" is by Johnny Cash.

RIP Eddie Guerrero and Chris Benoit.

DEAN'S POV (Friday June 22, 2007)

I sat in my hotel room. I relaxed and calm. I was about to go and take a nice hot shower but there was a knock at the door. Before I went to answer it, I frowned. This reminded me of one of the last times I saw Eddie. The person knocked harder causing me to get up and get the door before whoever it was knocks a whole in it. I opened the door and I was greeted by my friend and room mate, Chris Benoit.

"Chris, Don't you have a room key?" I asked, Moving aside so Chris could enter the room. Chris walked pass me and threw his gym bag to the floor. Most of his stuff rolled out but he didn't seem to care.

"Left it on the the dresser." Chris stated walking into the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower, Okay"

I didn't say anything about I was about to take a shower because he just got back from the gym. I get sick of smelling sweaty guys. I walked passed Chris' bag and I saw a needle, What it was,I was unsure but I did know that It was Chris' and I shouldn't mess with it. I walked away from the bag and sat on my own bed.

After about an hour later, Both me and Chris had taken our showers. Right now, We sat on our own beds and and watched Tv. Chris sighed and complained about how there was nothing Tv tonight. I sighed aswell and agreed with him.

"Dean, The only thing good that was on tonight was Us. Otherwise there is nothing." Chris stated turning off the Tv. I nodded my head and looked at my phone for the time.

"I know right. But a least we have tomorrow off. What are you gonna do Chris?" I asked Chris who shrugged. I frowned again. That again reminded me of the last time I saw Eddie.

"Dean you alright?" Chris asked me. He most of picked up the fact I frowned and was looking into space. I nodded.

"Fine. It's just I miss Eddie." I answered. Chris nodded in agreement.

"I miss him too. Even if It has been two years. I will always miss Eddie." Chris stated. Chris had frowned as well. He knew that I blamed myself for Eddie's death. And After Eddie's funeral, I was broken down and upset. I wished it was me and not Eddie. It took Vicki to months to get to me. She told me It wasn't anyones fault. She also said that Eddie wouldn't want to see me sad and crying all the time. He would want me to be strong and go on for the both of us.

"Yeah. Chris. But Umm oh yeah what are you gonna do tomorrow?" I asked trying not to cry. Chris shrugged again.

"I don't know or care as long as I'm not home." Chris replied. I raised an eyebrow.

"Why? Lately you haven't been going home. Don't you miss your wife and kids?" I asked. Chris glared at me.

"That's a lie. I have been home every now and then. What's wrong with a man trying to get some alone time?" Chris yelled at me. I looked at Chris, confused.

"Chris? What's wrong, Bubby?" I asked. It was true, Chris hadn't been going home on our days off. And I was starting to worry about him.

"Nothing. It's Nothing." Chris told me. I didn't believe him. First, Chris stops wanting to go home, then, I see that needle, and Now, Chris is in denial. I was really starting to get worried now.

"Chris hows things with your wife?" I questioned. Chris glared at me again.

"Fine. Everything is fine." Chris hissed at me. I rolled my eyes. That hiss isn't going to do anything. I'm going to help him one way or another.

"Chris, Really if somethings wrong you can always tell me." I stated. Chris rolled his eyes.

"Dean, Nothing is wrong! I'm FINE! Stop trying to be superman because..." Chris stopped. He frowned. I guess he was ashamed of himself because he and I both know what he was about say. He was about to say "Because of Eddie.".

"I not trying to be superman. I'm just worried. You're my friend and I got your back. Thats what friends are for." I told Chris, who shook his head.

"Whatever. I'm going to bed. I have to get we have to get up to catch the plane." Chris said as he layed down. I nodded and looked for something to watch. After awhile I fell asleep.

(Saturday June 23, 2007)

I woke up at about 7:00 am. I looked over to Chris side of the room and He was gone! My eyes got wide and I looked all over the hotel room for him. He was nowhere to be found. I looked over his side, To find any clue of where Chris could have went. I found a note.

The note read: "Hey,Dean. I took a early flight back home. I'll see you later, Maybe. But don't worry about me okay. Later. ~ Chris Benoit." I sighed and shook my head. I put the note down and picked it right back up again. I read it over and over. There was one thing I didn't understand.

"He said "Maybe". I said aloud. I looked at the clock and almost screamed. I run and took my shower, got dressed, grabed my stuff and ran into the hallway. I bumped into one of my friends, Chavo.

"Hey, Chavo. Whats up?" I questioned the younger male.

"Nothing and why were you rushing?" Chavo replied. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him,confused.

"Dude, It's 7:50!" I said. "The plane leaves at 8:00 right?"

"No. It leaves at 9:00." Chavo stated. I sighed. He most think I can't tell time. "Didn't Chris tell you that?"

"Huh?" I questioned. I know for a fact that Chris said nothing like that in the letter he wrote me.

"Yeah. Vince told me and Chris and he also told us to tell everybody." Chavo told me. I looked at him. I nodded my head. Me and Eddie talked alittle more and went our separate ways. I went to the park, Since I had some time to relax. I sat down and tried to call Chris.

"Chris Benoit here. Sorry I can't pick up right now. I call you back, Maybe."

There is was again. The word "Maybe". What did that even mean? Something was wrong with Chris. Is it he's wife? Work to much work? Money isssues? What was it? I couldn't take it anymore, so I called Chris again.

"Chris Benoit here. Sorry I can't pick up right now. I call you back, Maybe."

He didn't pick up again. I called a a cab and rode to the airport. I was gonna see Chris at the show tomorrow. Their was nothing else I could do, He wouldn't answer my calls and I just couldn't go all the way down to Fayetteville. Tomorrow, I'll get Chris to see someone. But right now, I have to get home and I'll try to call Chris again later.

(Sunday June 24, 2007)

I had wake up early in the morning to catch the plane. I got to the pay-per view right on time. I won my match. Washed up, changed, and waited for Chris. After about an hour, I still didn't see him at all. That was odd. Chris had a match tonight and they shared the same locker room.

I walked into the hallway and asked everyone have they seen Chris. Half of them said they haven't seen him and the other half said he didn't show. I know Chris better then anyone and Chris Benoit wasn't a no show. I looked around even more and I ran into Vince.

Vince asked about Chris. I told him had no idea where he was. Vince almost screamed. He called one of the newest rookie and sent him in Chris' place. I pulled out my phone and tried to call Chris.

"Chris Benoit here. Sorry I can't pick up right now. I call you back, Maybe."

"You gotta be kidding me Chris." I said out loud. I sighed and went back to my locker room. I grabed my stuff and headed to the hotel. I was gonna fly down to Fayetteville and have a one to one talk with Chris.

(Monday June 25, 2007)

I woke up. I had a great sleep. I took my shower, I got dresses and even did some yoga. The reasome why is simple, I heard it helps with speed and flexibility. After I was done with the yoga, I called the airport to see when was the earliest flight to Fayetteville. That Lady said 8:00 am tuesday morning.

I walked into the hallway and went to Chavo's room. I knocked on his door and in seconds the the younger latino super appeared in front of me.

"Hey, Dean. What brings you here?" Chavo asked me.

"I'm going to visit Chris on tuesday. I wanted to know if you wanna come because I think there is something really wrong with him. I want to get him to go see someone, I might need some back up" I told Chavo who nodded.

"Sure. I'll go if that means helping Chris, I'm in." Chavo told me.

"Awesome. Hey wannagot get something to eat?" I questioned. Chavo nodded in agreement. We walked down to the eating area. And then we saw Vince. Vince looked upset.

"Hello. Everyone I,sadly, have to inform you that...Chris Benoit and his family are no longer with us." Vince said, you could hear how sad he was in his voice. My mouth dropped. I couldn't believe any of this. The whole room was in a deep shock. Vince left and Everyone stood still. I grabed Chavo and rushed after Vince. We found Vince after a while.

"Vince! Hey Vince!" I yelled after the Mcmahon. Vince turned to look at me, He still wore a frown on his face.

"Yes,Dean?" Vince answered me.

"Tell me it's a joke. A sick twisted joke. Please Vince." I yelled at Vince. Vince sighed. He shook his head no.

"Dean. I know how much Chris means to you but...It's the truth Chris Benoit is...Dead." Vince stated. I left the room saying nothing. I went back to my room and locked the door.

I couldn't believe this. But it was true, It has to be. Vince would were a frown if it was wasn't. Vince is almost never sad. I sat on my bed. I looked down to the floor and my eyes started to water. I only have cried two times in my adult life, Right now and when Eddie died. I dried my tears and when back to the eating area.

Vince had canceled Raw that night. And ever since he told us, All i've been hearing is rumours. All of them were about Chris. I snapped at alot of the guys about that. Chavo had to hold me back the whole time.

After a while, I went back to my hotel room. Before I went to sleep, I looked at the ceiling. I knew two things, I had to fight for all three of us now and I will never forget Christopher Michael Benoit, no matter what he did.

AN: I have two last chapters to do. This next Chapter is a bit more about Dean.