Summary: Chris Benoit makes Jericho some medicine, after he drinks it despite the bad smell and taste, he goes to bed (as Benoit pats his back, aw) and feels great the next morning, and since he feels better, he's ready to return to New York. He almost misses his flight back but makes it to another with a little more help from Benoit.
Chris Jericho had taken a study break to look through one of his photo albums. He sighed, he was posing in different pictures with different people, some were of friends, some family at special occasions, others were from wrestling. He liked going to look back and remember the good times, but he still felt sad and left out becuase he was home sick. Chris Benoit opened the door and came in with a hot cup, Jessica following out of curiosity.
He handed it to him, "Here you go, drink up."
Jericho sniffed it and pulled back, "Whoa, it stinks!"
"Well at least your nose works. If you drink it, it'll make you feel better."
"Ok." Jericho gulped and held his nose with one hand and sipped with the other. "Blah, it tastes horrible." Jessica looks terrified at what Jericho is doing, drinking it.
"Just bear with it, if it tastes bad that means it'll work."
"Alright." Jericho downed it all.
As he drank more and more, Jessica stepped more and more back, still terrified as she thought to herself, "He's drinking it, he's actually drinking… liver, liver drink, drinking…"
Jericho finished, "Hey wow, I'm already starting to feel a little better."
Jessica froze and gasped, "What, you mean it actually worked?" She was shocked, her mix of all the medicines never seemed to help him, mostly because he always pretended to take it, but Jericho actually drank what Benoit gave him and it worked.
"So where did you learn to make this?" Jericho set the cup down.
"Oh, ah. My mom taught it to me a long time ago. She used it on me whenever I got sick. She always kept the ingredients preserved but I used raw stuff."
"Raw?" Jericho gulped. "Please tell me you're talking about Monday's show."
"Nope."
"Raw, what, then?"
"Well…" Benoit is about to speak but Jessica cried out and made an X with her arms, shaking her head vigorously. Benoit changed his mind, "Well, that doesn't matter, it's effectiveness is certain though."
"Yea, it was. Thanks, and, I'm sorry about earlier."
"Whatever. Just, go to sleep."
"Ok, mother." Jericho sighed and stood up, leaving his desk and going to his bed. Jessica turned down the light as she went on her way and would come back to check in on the friends later. Jericho lay down. Benoit sat down on the edge of the bed next to him and patted his back. "What's that for?"
"Oh nothing, just for good luck. Maybe tonight's sleep will be enough for the medicine to work. My mom used to do it, so…" Benoit stopped and realized that Jericho was asleep. He smiled to himself then got up and went over to his desk where the little lamp was still on. He saw the photo album on top of all of the papers. He looked through it and sighed to himself, realizing how much Chris missed everybody and realized that if he were the one sick, he'd be doing the same exact thing… "I understand now."
The next morning, Jessica was up early, "Hey Benoit, I'm going to the store alright? I'll be back in a bit, but if Chris wakes up, I made him breakfast."
"Alright." Benoit went upstairs, he opened the door just as Jericho was waking up and stretching. "Hey you."
"Hey."
"So how do you feel?"
"I feel great!" He stands up but gasps at his clock. "Oh no, it's a quarter after!"
"So?"
"So?" He scrambled out of bed. "I'm going to be late, even if I leave now!"
"Leave, to where?"
"Where else? Back to New York, the conference is tonight!"
"Oh, right." Benoit nodded, causing Jericho to freeze.
"What?"
He grew confused, "What?"
"You're not, why are you being so… understanding?"
"I dunno." He shrugged and smiled. Jericho blank, then continued to scramble with things. "Now come on, if you hurry, we can still make my flight."
Jericho pulled up his jeans, "Your flight?"
The rental car sped down the freeway, swerving in between traffic as Benoit yelled, "Next time, I drive!"
"At least we'll make it in time!" He honked angrily at somebody obeying the speed limit laws.
"Yea, but will we make it in one piece?" Benoit was looking for an extra seat belt frantically, praying this model had secure air bags.
"Flight 121 to New York is now boarding at Gate C." The overhead voice announced.
"Guess Benoit is late." Lance looked at his watch.
"Not entirely."
"Hu? Chris!" They turned in shock.
"Hey guys." Jericho smiled.
"What are you doing here?" Edge rushed over to him.
"Yea, aren't you sick anymore?" Lance put his hand on his forehead.
"Nope!" Jericho beamed.
"But, how?" Christian was shocked. "You were so sick, how did you get so much better so fast?"
"Well, Benoit helped me." He turned to him.
"He did?" They blinked confused.
"Yup!" Jericho smiled. "And I can't thank you enough man."
"As long as you got us here on time, and in one piece, no problem." Benoit gave him a thumbs up.
"And so now, after my battle with a cold is successfully won, we return back to normal." Jericho points foward.
"Yea." Benoit folds his arms. "At least now we can get back to business after such trivial matters."
Jericho's eyebrow twitches, "Oh, so it was a trivial matter eh? I'm sorry my cold and I were trivial!"
"Oh come on, can't you two give it a rest already and just for once get along?" Lance sighed.
"Stay out of this!" Benoit and Jericho growled in unison, causing Lance to fall back.
Christian went to step foward and intervene but Edge just placed a hand on his shoulder, "Let it go..."
"Hey, come on guys!" Trish Stratus called from Gate C. "We're gonna be late!"
"Whoa, right!" Edge gasped and ran, leading the others after him.
They all laughed and joked along as they made thier way down the terminal. Chris Benoit looked over at laughing Jericho, his face bright and beaming with the joy of once again being back with his friends, and he couldn't help but wear a small smile. And so, the gang went back to New York and the media conference for Raw in Japan was successful. Vince was happy, Jericho was happy, everybody was happy…. Well except for Rob Van Dam, he never did get to go back to the herb shop and get his, ah…. Catnip.
Ivory: No, it really was CATNIP!
Yea, right, whatever (meow!)…. THE END!
