A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys. :)

And to "Annoyed," no, I don't think I'll cut out the "Chris and Stephanie crap" because so far, that's really worked for me, considering. I mean, you know, I like writing about them, just like some people like writing about Hunter/Stephanie, or Trish/Christian, or Matt/Lita, or Jeff/Lita, or any of the numerous and abundant couples that the WWE has. So I'm going to have to say no to what you told me, no, I'm not going to stop writing Chris/Stephanie because, well, I like it, and you are not the boss of me, and you can send me a million, trillion, kazillion reviews saying you don't like Chris and Stephanie, and I'll ignore you one million, trillion, kazillion times because...I can.

And if you don't like the couple, don't read the fic, no one is holding a gun to your head...unless someone IS holding a gun to your head, in which case, Hey Gun Guy, stop holding a gun to the person's head! It's impolite!

But thanks for the review. :D

He didn't know why he was here. It wasn't like he was obligated to be here or anything, it had been part of an elaborate plan to help Stephanie escape from the life that she hated. Yes, she had hated it, comparing it to a prison at times, times when they actually talked about serious things. They may be superficial, but they had the ability to have a normal conversation.

He walked closer to the grave. Just like he had suspected, it was in perfect condition. He wondered how much of that was the cemetery and how much of that was her family, or Hunter. Probably Hunter, given how he had been since Stephanie had perished. He remembered when he last looked at this, at Stephanie's fake funeral. Having to keep up appearances had been difficult, but in the end, it had been more than worth it to know that Stephanie was alive and well, and that everyone was none the wiser.

There were a couple of fresh bouquets on her grave. One of daisies, looking like they had been hand-picked and then another of pristine white roses. He wondered who had brought them. He smirked a little as he read Stephanie's gravestone again, it never ceased to make him laugh as he read it. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed his wife.

"Hello?"

"You will never believe where I am," he told her.

She yawned, "Have you any idea what time it is here?"

He looked at his watch, which was still set to Hawaiian time, and saw that it was very early there and managed to look sheepish for a moment. Stephanie hated to be woken up before nine o'clock, she always said she wasn't pretty then, even though secretly, he thought she was always beautiful.

"Sorry, but still, you won't guess where I am?"

"Where are you Chris? A whorehouse, crackhouse, don't keep it a secret from me."

"Stephanie McMahon's grave."

There was a pause on the line and then a peal of laughter, "What the hell are you doing there?"

"Just thought I'd see it again," he told her, "I mean, it does hold a lot of sentimentality. I wish that I had brought some flowers to put on it, they could've joined the other ones that are here."

"There are flowers on my grave," she said, "What are they?"

"Not her favorite, I'll tell you that," he said, "You'd think they could at least buy her flowers that she liked."

"Jericho," a new voice interrupted.

Chris turned around, surprised that anyone would be there the same time that he was. But as he saw Hunter's hunched over form, holding another bouquet of flowers, he wasn't surprised at all. In fact, it was something he had almost expected to see. Hunter was looking at him, confused to see him there.

"Chris, what the hell is going on?" Stephanie's voice said over the line, it seemed like minutes since he had said anything.

"Nothing," Chris told her, "Nothing at all, I'll call you later alright, I have...business to take care of."

"Christopher Jericho, you better tell me what the fuck is going on right now," Stephanie demanded, "You married me and that means no fucking secrets, don't you remember our fucking wedding vows?"

"Yes, I do," he said, "But this is neither the time nor the place to discuss that."

"Do you ever want me to fuck you again?"

"I said a different time, alright," he said, starting to get testy as he watched Hunter walk by him up to Stephanie's grave.

"I find this unacceptable," Stephanie spat out, "I'm stuck here while you're off doing God knows what, are you with another woman right now, because if this is your perverse way of getting off by calling your wife while you're fucking some whore, then tell me now so I can come strangle you and throw your body into the ocean. I don't think anyone would miss you."

"Wouldn't you?" he said, his voice lowering.

"Nah, I'd consider it an improvement," she countered, "I'm sure there's another man who could satisfy me whenever I wanted."

"Nice to know I'm just your plaything."

"Oh, does the truth hurt," she told him, "I hope it stings Chris."

"I will call you back in an hour, you better be up because I don't want to have to leave a fucking message on the machine that you will ignore and then you'll call and ask why I didn't call you. I find THAT unacceptable."

"I love when you get angry," she whispered, "I'll be anxiously waiting for your call."

Chris hung up the phone and smirked to himself. Here he was, five feet away from Hunter, talking to Stephanie, and the bastard had no idea. This was stuff that dreams were made of. Well, sick and twisted dreams, but those were sometimes the best kind to have. He saw Hunter set down some flowers onto the grave and he shoved his phone in his pocket before walking over.

"I haven't been here since her funeral," Chris started, trying to sound like he was upset, or something akin to that.

"What are you doing here?" Hunter asked, not caring what Chris was saying. Now that the man was here, the words in that letter came flooding back to him. What if Stephanie and Chris had slept together? Why would she have done that? And why hadn't Chris apologized for it?

"I was in the state, went do business at Titan," Chris said, walking closer, "Vince comes in and invites me to a dinner in Stephanie's honor. And who am I to pass that up?"

"You're not seriously going to come are you?"

"Well, I was invited," Chris smirked, "Doesn't that imply that I should go?"

"She wouldn't have wanted you there," Hunter told him, shaking his head, "She hated you, you know."

"Oh, I hated the little bitch too," Chris said with a laugh, "Hated her until the moment she died."

Hunter stormed up to Chris and got right in his face, the anger flashing in his eyes. Chris could see that he was just about ready to kill because Chris had uttered something mean about his poor, precious Stephanie. What a crock this was. Chris smiled cockily and stood there calmly as Hunter balled his fists at his side. Chris cocked his head to the side a little bit, as if daring Hunter to hit him, just once, just one time so that Chris could finally kick that man's ass for what he had done.

"How dare you talk about her like that!"

"Like what? I believe I said at her fucking funeral that I hated her, for a lot of things...including what she did to me."

"You didn't know her, you thought you knew her, but you didn't!"

Chris laughed at Hunter's blindness of the entire situation. That statement did not hold true to Hunter. He didn't know Stephanie, he still didn't have any idea about what Stephanie was about. Stephanie would rather be out crushing people like the bugs that they were than be some fucking debutante at the ball. Chris took a step back to get some personal space and shrugged.

"Maybe I didn't know her," Chris said, "But I'm seriously doubting that you knew her either. Oh the mysterious Stephanie McMahon, I'm sure she went to her grave holding on to secrets that nobody will ever know."

"She didn't love you," Hunter said, "You probably wanted her to love you, but she loved me."

"Get your head out of your ass Trips, I didn't care whether or not Stephanie loved me, that was completely inconsequential to anything. The fact of the matter is, did she really love you?"

"She loved me," Hunter said, "I was the man she was going to marry."

"Yes, yes you were. Too bad that didn't work out for you though," Chris said, "Too bad for everything really. But leave it to Stephanie to go out with a bang right. It's almost...Juliet-like if you think about it long and hard."

Chris was baiting Hunter as he knew it too. Hunter was just standing there as Chris walked up to Stephanie's headstone, running his finger across the top of it, the marble cool to the touch.

"I mean, she dies the morning of your wedding, the MORNING of your wedding. Wow, she must have really wanted out of your wedding. Unless she's not even dead at all, then she really would've pulled a Juliet on you."

"She didn't want to leave me," Hunter said, the tears coming to his eyes, "She told me she loved me right before she died. In a hospital bed, and you weren't there, you didn't see her!"

"Well thank God for that. I'm not big on the whole 'dying' thing, you know. I mean, seeing someone actually die. Not my idea of a good time."

"How can you be so fucking nonchalant?" Hunter was thoroughly disgusted by Chris's behavior and attitude towards Stephanie's death. He was still the heartless bastard he had always been, and now Hunter could see that.

"Because she didn't mean anything to me," he lied, "Why should I care? The bitch betrayed me, I don't have any feelings one way or another over her death. As far as I'm concerned...good riddance."

If Stephanie had heard that, she would've given him a dirty look before throwing her head back in laughter. But Hunter was showing barely contained anger, just like Chris had expected him too. This was almost too easy. Riling up Hunter was a nice game and it gave Chris practice for when he and Stephanie really got into their plans. He smirked when he thought about his wife, HIS wife, not Hunter's. How did he get so lucky as to not only get a hot wife, but also kick a guy while he was down by taking said woman away from him?

"Take that back."

"Nah," Chris said, "I guess I'll see you at the dinner. It should be--"

His phone rang. He looked at it. It was Stephanie.

"What did I tell you?"

"That you would call me back, but I don't trust you," she said, "Because if you're with a whore then you'll probably take longer."

"What is with you and thinking I'm cheating on you?"

"Oh, you know," she said softly, "I'm so fucking insecure that I think you're going to stray from me. So where the fuck are you?"

"Same place I was when you called before."

"Well, what the hell came up then? Ooh, was it Hunter, tell me it was Hunter and I will squeal like a little girl on Christmas morning!"

"Yes, it is," he said with a smile, looking over at Hunter, "That's exactly it."

"Ooh, and I hope you are making him miserable."

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"I love it," she said evilly, "Oh, and at my grave too. What are the freaking odds? I mean, of all the places to just run into him, at my grave, the symbolism baby, the symbolism, it's so...well, I don't know, but it's deliciously evil."

"We're not done here Jericho."

"I think we are Trips," Chris shot back, "Cause in case along with losing Stephanie, you lost your eyesight, I'm on the phone, with someone else who I would much rather talk to than you."

"And who would that be? Some little ring rat or something, a cheap slut. Because I'm sure that's the only thing that would want to be with you. I guess you had to settle for the cheap ones after Stephanie didn't want you," Hunter said, puffing his chest out a little, proud of what he had just said.

Chris scoffed, was this guy for real? "Not that it's any of your business, cause I assure you Trips, its not, but I'm on the phone with my wife."

"Wife! Yeah right," Hunter guffawed, "I'd like to see the bitch that would settle for you. She blind or something?"

"No, in fact she's better than anyone you could get," Chris said, "In fact, I don't see you with anyone, are you with anyone? Have you been with anyone or are you too busy pining after a dead woman?"

"Good one baby," Stephanie said over the line.

"I swear to God, if you say anything else about Stephanie, I will send you home in a body bag."

"Wow, a threat, a threat from a man currently wearing sweats. She died a YEAR ago Trips, don't you think it's time to move on? Oh wait, I'm sorry, you'd rather just pretend she's on vacation. Now tell me Trips, and be honest here, do you wear her clothes? Do you sleep in one of her old pajama sets or anything, maybe do your cooking in an old evening gown?"

"Shut up!"

"Wow, no denial or anything! It takes a big man to admit wearing his dead fiancée's clothes."

"I could hit you right now, but I'm taking the high road."

"How very big of you, Stephanie would've wanted it that way right? I mean, she never would've wanted you to hit me. She wouldn't have done anything of the sort!"

"That's right."

"God, did you know her at all?" Chris shot at him, "Did you even pretend to?"

"I knew her, so much better than you did."

Chris stalked up to Hunter, "Then you would know she'd want you to hit me."

"Go to hell Jericho."

"See you there Trips."

Hunter turned to walk away and Chris called out, "Actually, I'll just see you at Stephanie's dinner."

Chris smiled as Hunter walked away, sullen. Oh, how he loved to mess with Hunter. Just for that, maybe he'd put Hunter into some kind of romance angle with someone, something really hot. That should put him on edge for a while. He turned back to Stephanie's headstone and his eyes widened as he realized she was still on the phone that he was holding in his left hand. He brought it up to his ear quickly.

"Sorry, I almost got hit by the Connecticut asshole, very rare species indeed."

"No really, because I couldn't hear the conversation you were just having," Stephanie snotted sarcastically.

"It's times like these, I wonder why I--"

"Even go away and leave me alone," Stephanie supplied, "I don't know why. You're thousands of miles away. Something could happen to me, I could be kidnapped or drown in the ocean, and you'd be so far away."

"I think both kidnappers and the ocean would throw you back," Chris told her.

"You should've told him about us sleeping together."

"Yeah, and get his suspicions up. No way Stephanie. We play this cool, and slow like we planned."

"Fine, whatever you say. You just go to that dinner, and you charm the asses off of my parents, and then make it difficult for Hunter to get a word in edgewise. I don't want them thinking you're an asshole, because I want them to think you are just the second coming, and that Hunter is the bad guy in this situation. I will make that man pay for what he did until the day he dies. Like that old quote says, 'May you live to be one hundred and may the last voice you hear be mine,' and I want the last voice Hunter hears to be mine."

"You'll get what you want babe, you'll get what you want."