A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys, glad you're liking my interpretation of the movie. Hope you like the chapter, I'm really liking writing the two of them in this, it's a nice change to go back and write them as those two argumentative people they were back in the day. Anyways, enjoy and reviews are much appreciated. :)

"And your aunt's name is Pamela, right, now does she go by Pamela or like Pam?"

Stephanie glanced over at Chris when he didn't answer. He had his headphones in and she groaned. She'd been trying to get information about his family from him since they'd woken up this morning. She'd asked him over breakfast, but he claimed to be too involved in his eating to be interested in her questions. Then she'd tried on the drive to the airport, but he said he had to concentrate on driving. Now they were sitting at the terminal and he'd put his headphones in and was just sitting there, staring into space.

"Chris, are you listening to me?" she asked, annoyed that he seemed to be ignoring her again. She sighed and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked in her direction and she wanted to rip the headphones right off his head. "Chris, are you listening?"

"Sorry, headphones," he said, pointing at his ears and shrugging.

Stephanie ripped the headphone right out of his ear and he glared at her. "I don't care what you're doing, I want to make sure that I have things correct! Look, if we go in there and I don't know anything about you then it's not going to look authentic."

"So?"

"Do you not get that this is my livelihood at stake here?" Stephanie said exasperatedly. She blew some of her hair out of her face. "This is my job on the line and I know it's a very hard concept for you to understand, but I love my work and I don't want it snatched from me."

"Sure."

"Can you please take this seriously, I'm taking it seriously and I would like it if you could take this seriously as well. I'm giving you what you want, the least you can do is involve yourself even a little bit."

"I was practically forced into this," Chris told her. In all honesty, he just really liked Stephanie being put in a position where she had to ask him for things. It was a nice change of pace to her bossing him around all the time. Despite them having their major differences she seemed to think that he was one of the ones she could just tell what to do and he'd do it. It was usually meant with much resistance on his part, but she just continued to try and boss him around.

"I told you that you'll get what you want," she said. "Now will you please, for the love of God, just let me go over things with you so I don't look like a fool in front of your family? I'd like to make this as believable as possible and I can't do that if you won't tell me about your family."

"I've told you all there is to know about me," he said. "I don't think you could fail anyways, you could just tell them that you were told, but you forgot."

"I don't forget."

Chris guffawed. "So what? You're telling me now that you have a photographic memory and that you can recall everything I've ever said. So then tell me what I was wearing five years ago?"

"Shut up, that's not what I meant, I was just saying that I wouldn't forget this. This is my ass on the line here and I'm sorry that I want to make it believable. Not to mention for the benefit of your family."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, now wondering what she meant. He turned a little towards her, but the plane was starting to board and she stood up, going to grab her carry-on. Chris shouldered his duffel bag and then grabbed her carry-on before she could and started to pull it behind him. She looked surprised at the gesture and he looked back at her. "What? A guy can't help a girl with her bags? I'm not a complete savage, Stephanie. I even brush my teeth and comb my hair in the mornings."

She glared at him and folded her arms as he chuckled. She had no response for that and he loved it. It took a lot to shut Stephanie McMahon up and he'd just accomplished that and felt very self-satisfied. They boarded their flight, settling into their seats as Chris put their luggage in the overhead container. Stephanie took the seat by the window and Chris the seat in the aisle. They waited for the rest of the plane to board. Chris watched the people go by and saw a particularly hot girl walk on. His eyes followed her and then he tried to see where she was sitting before Stephanie slapped him on the arm.

"Ow, what the hell was that for?" he asked, rubbing his arm. He was pretty sure she got a nail in there.

"You can't be looking at other women," she hissed at him, aware that there was a ton of people around.

"You do know that we won't actually be married right, like, our vows won't really mean anything," he told her.

"We have to keep up appearances, you can't have some woman on the side, so you can't look at other women," she told him sternly, her eyebrows knitting together.

"So should I just poke them out with pencils now because I'm pretty sure that half the population of this world, give or take, is female and if you don't want me looking at other women…does this mean I can't look at my mom? That'll be pretty awkward."

"You know what I mean," she told him. "Why do you always have to make a sarcastic remark about everything?"

"Why do you have to fly off the handle at everything?" he wondered.

She huffed and turned in her seat, hooking her seatbelt. Chris relished in the fact she couldn't fight back with him. She owed him too much. He looked over at her and she was staring out the window. He took the moment to study her face. She looked concerned, but was trying to mask it. He was surprised he could read her face so readily, but he chalked that up to just knowing people and he had known Stephanie for quite a while. He opened his mouth to say something, but then thought the better of it and reconsidered his words.

"Have you talked to your dad lately or your mom?" he wondered.

"No," Stephanie said. "They haven't been returning my calls. It's typical for them though. Whenever something happens, they lay low."

"Really?" he asked. "Your parents laying low? I didn't think it was possible for them, well, for your dad. I figured he'd be whooping it up, I'm sure Trump paid him quite well."

"No, because they don't like to answer any questions," she said, then shrugged. "It's just how they work. They have no problem confronting someone else, strangers even, but when they have to face me or Shane, they run for the hills. It's probably because…never-mind."

"Because why?"

"It's nothing," she told him. "Family drama is all. Do you have family drama?"

"Not really," he admitted, but there was something to his tone that Stephanie didn't like. She didn't push it though because he hadn't pushed her. "So have you talked to Shane at least?"

"Yeah, I've talked to Shane," she told him. "He doesn't know about this plan. We kept it light, mostly about him and Marissa and the boys and how they were all doing. He did ask if I still had a job and I do and well, yeah, so there's that."

"Yeah, there's that," he said.

They fell silent as the flight attendant went over the safety procedures though both of them were much too familiar with this spiel. It gave them something to do other than talk to each other. They'd gone a record 7 minutes without fighting and it felt better to just sit there rather than to fight, especially since they were on a plane. When they finally took off, Chris brought his ipod back out and started listening to music as Stephanie went to work on some paperwork. They stayed this way for the duration of the flight to Canada.

Chris would sometimes look over at her, but she was very much engrossed in her work. He could tell that she really did love it and a small part of him was glad to help, but that was only the part that felt bad for her. Part of him would have loved to have seen her dragged out of Titan Towers by security, Stephanie kicking and screaming the entire way. He might have even sang that "hey, hey, hey goodbye" song at her.

When the flight touched down, Chris already felt like he was at home. There was just something about coming home that always excited him. It'd been a while since he'd come for a proper visit that didn't involve him wrestling in some nearby city. It was something familiar and familiar was good in their business. So often they would be surrounded by the unfamiliar. He grinned just to grin and he looked at Stephanie. She was just staring out the window. He knew she'd been to Canada a number of times, but he wondered if she'd ever actually been there for a vacation or an extended visit.

"So how are we getting to your house?" Stephanie asked, turning towards him.

"My mom and my aunt are picking us up."

"Then just a short drive to your house, right, because I'm pretty hungry and could go for some lunch."

Chris chuckled. "Um, no, sorry, Stephanie, but my parents decided to move farther north so it's going to be about an hour's drive."

"What do you mean? Isn't it colder up north?"

"Well, yes, but my parents wanted the quiet so they've moved up there. My aunt lives up there and they're closer to her, sorry," he said, but she knew he wasn't sorry at all. She scowled at him and stood up as everyone was exiting. She trailed behind him again, noting that he took her bag this time as well. She wasn't going to call him a gentleman because she knew him too well to ascribe a positive adjective to his name, but it was nice to have someone around to help you out. It had been that way with Paul before things went south.

They walked down to the baggage claim and Stephanie watched as Chris's face lit up as two women raced towards him. He hugged one and lifted her off the ground. He figured that to be his mother. They looked nothing alike. She was dark-haired and a little darker-skinned than Chris. Stephanie tried to find features in her that she could attribute to Chris, but found very few. Despite having had shows in Winnipeg, she'd never met his parents before. She hung back, feeling a little out of place and trying to remember all the information she had gathered about Chris. She didn't want to trip up and cause suspicion. They just needed to get through this weekend to prove their legitimacy to Trump.

"Chris, you look great," his mother said. "I'm so glad you got the weekend off for my birthday. I think this is the first one that you've been to in almost five years!"

"Well, it's your 65th, I couldn't miss that," Chris told her, kissing her cheek. It was then that he remembered Stephanie. "Oh, sorry, I guess I've been neglecting someone."

"Oh, of course, you said that you have a girl coming with you this time," his mom said. "I was telling your Aunt Pammie that this sounded quite serious because you've never brought home a girl before. So this one must be special."

"Oh, she's…special," Chris said slowly, trying not to laugh. "She's real special."

Stephanie tried to keep the frown away. She knew Chris was teasing her, but while she was here, she wasn't going to fall into that trap. She stepped forward as Chris pressed his hand against the small of her back. She nearly jumped at the contact, but then relaxed a little as she stared at Chris's mom and his aunt. They were scrutinizing her and giving her the once over; she could feel their eyes raking over her.

"Stephanie McMahon," his mother said recognizing her on sight. "Well, this is a surprise."

"Mom, Aunt Pammie, this is Stephanie McMahon, Stephanie, this is my mom, Loretta, and my aunt, Pam, but you can call her Pammie," Chris said jovially.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both, I've heard so much about you," she said, extending her hand to the both of them. They continued to look her over and she'd tried to dress as casually as she could, but she figured it wasn't the casual they were used to. Chris was in a t-shirt and jeans, his sunglasses still perched atop his head though he didn't need them on the flight. She was wearing a very smart black pencil skirt and a white blouse, classic contrasting colors. She wanted to look good for Chris's family.

"We don't shake hands around here," Pam said, extending her arms to Stephanie. "We hug in this family." She stepped forward and wrapped Stephanie up in a bear hug. Stephanie, having never been hugged like this before, awkwardly patted her on the back. Pam stepped away and Stephanie smiled at her.

"I see," she said, putting her best face forward.

Loretta stepped up next and she hugged Stephanie as well. "It's true, we hug and if my son saw fit to bring you as his girlfriend, then we are more than happy to welcome you to our home and I'm glad you could celebrate with us."

"Thank you," Stephanie said, nodding. "I look forward to it, really. It'll be a nice…getaway for Chris and me."

"She does so love our little getaways," Chris said, wrapping his arm around Stephanie and pulling her closer. "Don't you, sweetie pie?"

She wanted to gag. "Oh yes, darling, I do. He treats me so well, spoils me really. In fact, he told me if I wanted, I could have a spa day while we were here."

"Yes, but you are just so wonderful you turned me down and said that you wanted to learn hockey from me and my dad."

"You will love that!" Loretta exclaimed. "You can use some of my old gear."

"Wow, thanks," Stephanie said, her lips twitching a little bit, but she kept the smile on her face. "I'm definitely looking forward to that. Chris was telling me all about how I have to learn so I can go against him. I just hope he doesn't want to check me into the boards."

"Then let's get going," Loretta said, gesturing for them to follow as she and Pam walked ahead of them.

Chris was still surprised and looked at her. She looked at him and said in a low voice. "What, you think I'm an idiot, Chris, of course I know about hockey." She started walking ahead of him, swinging her hips in triumph.

What the hell had he gotten himself into?