A/N: And we have the next offering from Wrestlefan4.

Chris shook his head in the darkness. Things were really getting screwed up. Did he always have to be the one to solve everyone's problems? If Chris was out of sorts, then everyone must go nuts. He closed his eyes against the wave of nausea that hit him again. He really needed to find a way to get his stomach to quit griping at him. He swallowed the sour taste away.

"Phil really screwed up now." Kelly said as Chris walked her to her cabin. She swayed and nearly toppled over onto him but luckily he steadied her.

"Here we go. Sleep tight Kel." Chris said giving her a smile and stopping at the door to her cabin.

"Thank you Shawn." Kelly kissed his cheeks.

"Um, you're welcome but I'm not Shawn Michael's." He opened her door for her and then added with a smirk: "I'm much more attractive than that." Kelly giggled as she floated into her cabin. Chris sighed and made his way, swaying as he did, down the deck. He had heard about a monstrous party that was supposed to take place in Shawn's cabin and if he could find someone who had some antacids he might swallow the whole pack and the find his way to Shawn's cabin and poke his head in for a while. He hoped Matt would be there and maybe he could explain to the older brother just what was going on with Phil, then Matt could explain to Jeff.

Chris passed several people on his way including Vince McMahon who he whined to about his stomach and ill condition. McMahon fished a roll of Tums from his pocket and handed it to Chris to take one of the round chalky tablets. Instead, Chris nabbed the whole role and walked away with it, popping the pills into his mouth as he went. Leave it to McMahon to be equipped with antacids. With all the things he had to deal with, including Chris himself (the blond man grinned at this.), it was no wonder Vince didn't just walk around with an IV drip of morphine attached to his arm. Chris laughed aloud at the mental image. He tossed the Tums wrapper over the railing and headed down to Shawn's cabin.

He heard music and voices before he even approached the door. The Tums had already began to kick in and for once on the accursed cruise he was feeling like he could function properly without having to dive for the railing every ten minutes. He straightened his shirt and pushed open the door.

"Alright, all you old has-beens can start the party now, the Ayatollah of Rock 'n Rollah is here!" Some of the men in the room turned to look at him, some sniggered, and some clapped sarcasticly. Others just kept to their business and paid the exuberant blond no attention. Chris looked at the faces around the room. Some he had not seen for a very long time. He saw Mark and that dark looking handsome kid playing some sort of drinking game with JBL, Dave Finlay and a few others. Shawn and Hunter were focused intently on a video game, and Matt and Dave Batista were playing guitar hero. Batista cursed as he lost, yet again, to Matt who cheered for himself with a raised fist.

"Hey, you just let Chris Jericho show you how it's done." He said swaggering up to Batista and Hardy.

"Here." Batista grumbled, showing himself to be a poor loser, and he thrust the colorful plastic guitar into Chris's arms. Chris cracked his knuckles and the rolled his neck around and hopped on his toes as though he was warming up for a big match.

"Come on Y2J, ready to get your ass beat?" Matt smiled, his warm brown eyes glimmered.

"You are sadly mistaken if you think it is my hot ass that is going to be beaten." Chris said as he readied himself in a competitive posture that was far too over dramatic and silly for a simple round of guitar hero. Matt actually laughed at him and shook his head sending his dark pony tail to flopping around.

Soon the two were entrenched in a bitter battle of notes and colored buttons.

"Yes!" Matt hollered when he won."In your face Irvine!" He teased the older man good naturedly. "Want to lose a second time?" He raised an eyebrow in question.

"No…actually…" Chris could barely hear himself over the music which someone had just turned up louder. "Actualy…Matt I wanted to talk to you about something." He shouted over the thump of the music.

"Outside!" Matt shouted and pointed towards the door. The two weaved their way through partiers and shut the door behind them when they were out on the deck.

"What's up." Matt ran a hair over his ponytail and leaned against the railing.

"Well," Chris hoisted himself up on the railing and sat on it dangling his feet over the edge. He looked down at the water and his stomach began to churn again, despite it being full of antacids. He decided it was best to have his feet planted on the deck and so he corrected this before going on. "Whoah, that was not a good idea."

Matt laughed as Chris's face paled.

"We'll be at the island soon, then maybe you'll have a better time."

"Yeah, hope so." Chris stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Anyway, see…I have…a friend who has a problem and I thought that you could give me some advice to give to my friend."

"Does this problem involve me?" Hardy asked as he turned his gaze upwards to the starry night sky.

"No, it's about Jeff."

Chris swallowed and looked down at his feet. Matt couldn't tell if this was a nervous gesture or just from his ill feelings that this ship induced in him.

"My friend really likes Jeff. He's like him for a while but he's nervous about his feelings. He doesn't know what to make of them. He's also afraid that Jeff wouldn't swing that way, or that he wouldn't like him at all."

"Your friend? What friend Chris?" Matt tried to hide away the smile that was dancing on his lips. From his experience, when someone held a conversation referring to 'my friend' what it really meant was 'me'.

"I'd rather not say."

"I see. Well, Jeff has been with guys before but nothing too serious. Do you—I mean this guy friend of yours—does he want like a fling or a one night stand or what?"

"I think he would like to get to know Jeff and maybe work things in to a relationship, if feelings led to that direction." Chris shrugged.

"I don't know, Jeff took the whole thing with Beth pretty hard. It might be a little soon for that." Matt peered at the starry sky in thought. "But he's a free spirit, so I guess you could tell him how you feel and then just take things slow, or whatever Jeff says."

"Wait, I'm not talking about me."

"Oh, yeah, I meant your friend." Matt remembered how Phil had been acting around Jeff. That was probably who Chris was talking about. "Phil, right?" Matt smiled.

"No!" Chris cursed himself he shouldn't have said anything. Phil would hate him and possibly kill him if he found out his secret had been spilled. "It's not Phil…just don't worry about it."

Matt scratched his head confused as Chris walked back in to Shawn s' cabin. Does this mean Chris likes Jeff? That's just weird.