A/N: Holy hell! 200 reviews!! That's a hell of a lot of reviews, wow,
thank you all! Thank you all SO much!!!
Thanks to the WWE for not having Stephanie on the show, leaving me with having to think of something to write. ;)
Sorry about the delay about the chapter btw, I put it up as soon as I could.
Jericho poured the glass of orange juice before putting the carton back in the fridge. He grabbed the glass and left the kitchen. He walked up the stairs, and into his and Stephanie's bedroom. He looked to their bed, and instead of seeing Stephanie in bed, he saw her packing things into her suitcase.
He set the glass of orange juice onto the dresser and walked over to her. He stood next to her, and just stood looking at her. She ignored him, and kept putting clothes into her suitcase.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing, I'm packing."
"And where are you going?"
"To the show," she said, definitively.
"No, you're not, get in bed."
"No, I have to go to the show."
"No you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not," Jericho said, sternly.
"Yes, I am," she countered, nodding her head.
"No, you're not, don't make me pick you up and put you in bed."
"I'm going to the show."
Jericho grabbed her suitcase, and took it to the armchair in the corner of the room. He put the suitcase down on the chair and walked back to stand in front of Stephanie. She stood defiantly in front of him, standing up to him. Although, her constant sniffling, and flushed cheeks didn't make her seem all that intimidating.
"Stephanie, you are not going to the show and that is final."
"You can't tell me what to do."
"Baby, you have a 100 degree temperature, there is no way that you are going anywhere but back in that bed."
"But it's my job, I'm the General Manager."
"Stephanie, I think you have a competent staff, and I'm sure that the show can run without you for one night."
"But-"
"No buts, you're staying here with me tonight."
After saying that Jericho swept Stephanie into his arms, and took her over to her side of the bed. He laid her down gently, tucking her in. She smiled up at him as he went and got the glass of orange juice that he had left on the dresser. He walked back over to her, and handed her the juice.
"Now, you need your fluids."
"You're so good to me," she said before taking a sip of her juice.
"Well, I love you, and I have to take care of you."
"Are you gonna watch the show with me later?"
"I guess so, if you're up."
"Come lie with me now, I sleep better when you're here," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bed. Just then the phone rang downstairs.
"Hold on, let me get that, then I can join you in bed."
"Ok," Stephanie said, settling herself under the covers.
Jericho jogged down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He grabbed the phone, and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Chris is that you?"
"Yeah, Kurt?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's me."
"What's up?"
"Just wondering when Stephanie was going to get here."
"Oh, she's not coming to the show tonight. She's got a pretty bad cold, fever and everything."
"Oh, that's too bad, well, tell her that I hope she feels better."
"Will do, talk to you later."
"Bye."
Jericho hung up the phone, and bounded upstairs. Stephanie was lying down, watching television, and starting to doze off. He climbed on the bed and crawled over to her. He sat with his back against the headboard, and watched as Stephanie scooted over and laid her head on his chest, cuddling up to him.
"Who was on the phone?" she asked.
"Kurt, he wanted to know where you were. So I told him you were sick, and not coming in. He told me to tell you that he hopes you feel better."
"That's so nice of him," she said, her eyes drooping.
"Why don't you try to sleep baby?"
"I'm not tired," she mumbled.
"Yeah, and that's why you look like you're about to fall asleep?"
"But I want to watch SmackDown," she said, stifling a yawn.
"SmackDown isn't on for another four hours, I think that you can squeeze a nap in between now and then."
"Ok," she said, closing her eyes, "But wake me up for the show ok? I want to see what happens."
"Ok, I promise," he said, as she drifted off to sleep.
FOUR HOURS LATER
Jericho looked at the clock, and realized that SmackDown would be starting soon. He looked down at Stephanie, who was still tucked against his side. He didn't know if he wanted to wake her up for the show or not. She looked so peaceful lying there next to him.
She had had a cold for the past couple days, and she had been feeling terrible. Her fever was actually down now, and she was able to eat solid foods again, because she had felt nauseous before. He wondered if he should just let her sleep and not disturb her.
But then she would be very pissed off at him if she missed the show. He knew how important her job was to her. Hell, they probably wouldn't even have the plan if she hadn't been so dedicated to her work. He nudged her gently, until her eyes opened gently.
"Hmm," she mumbled.
"Baby, the show's starting, did you want to watch?" he whispered gently.
"Show?" she said, still not fully awake.
"SmackDown." She sat up a little.
"Oh yeah, I want to watch," she said as she trained her eyes on the television.
The show started off with Heyman talking to Big Show about Brock's condition. Stephanie became alarmed when she heard that Brock had broken his rib, and that he had been coughing up blood.
"I didn't know he was injured, why didn't Heyman notify me of this?" Stephanie said, angrily, her business instincts beating out her cold at the moment.
"Maybe he thought you would be at the show tonight," Jericho tried to rationalize.
"He should have notified me immediately. What if this ruins the match for Survivor Series?"
"Why don't we watch the rest of the show, and then you can decide about the match ok?"
"Fine," she said, lying down against him once again, sniffling.
They watched as Edge came out for his match against Chavo. The match was good, and Edge was getting quite the reaction from the fans. Jericho and Stephanie watched the match, both of them rooting for their friend. They both smiled when Edge won with the Edge-ecution.
"I'm glad Edge won," Stephanie said, "He deserved it."
"Yeah, he gets a lot of pops too, I wish I could get cheered again."
"Aww, I'm sure you will once the plan is over sweetie. Everyone will want to be cheering for you."
"Hold on, there's Brock," Jericho said, turning his attention to television. Stephanie turned to watch as well.
They watched as Rey Mysterio asked if Brock was all right. Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief when Brock said that he was fine. Although him saying he was fine, didn't all together mean he was fine.
"I hope he's telling the truth," Stephanie muttered.
"Well, it looks like he's ok."
"I hope so," she said as she watched the next segment between Al Wilson and Dawn Marie.
"What's up with those two anyway?" Jericho asked, "They've been together for what.........a month?"
"Yeah, something like that. Personally, I think Dawn Marie is just using him," Stephanie said, adding her two cents on the matter.
"Me too. I mean, we've been together for four months, and we're nowhere near marriage."
"We aren't?"
"Are we?" Jericho asked.
"I don't know. I mean, it's not impossible is it?"
"Well, kind of, considering we're a secret to all but four people. Besides, are you even ready to get married again?"
"Maybe I am."
"See, a maybe is not an answer. Besides, there's plenty of time for marriage later."
"But it isn't outside the realm of possibility is it?" she asked hopefully.
"No, it's not outside the realm of possibility, it's very well inside the realm of possibility, just maybe a little ways off," he told her, kissing the top of her head.
"Ok," she said, smiling a little.
"Brock just said he's going to call out Big Show."
"I just hope he doesn't get actually injured. He has a title match, we need him to be healthy."
"Yeah, you don't want those Raw guys stealing the show," he said, smirking.
"Of course not, though there is one Raw guy who's allowed to steal the show."
"Really? Just one, and who would this one guy be?"
"Hunter Hearst Helmsley of course," she said jokingly.
"Yeah, it's true, I mean how can someone who does corpses not steal the show?"
"I'm sure you'll do great on Sunday," she said, coughing.
"Eh, I don't know, I just hope I don't get hurt in this Chamber."
"I hope so too," Stephanie glanced at the television, "Hey, Kurt's on."
"Glad to know seeing Kurt is more important than my match."
"Well, Kurt's our friend, let's watch."
Jericho and Stephanie both watched the scene between Benoit and Kurt. They couldn't help but laugh when Benoit flung Kurt's titles, it was just too funny. Though they laughed harder when Kurt did the old, you have something on you trick.
"Kurt's so funny," Stephanie commented, before blowing her nose.
"I know. Did you and Kurt ever.........you know? I mean, you were really close there for a while."
"No, we were just friends. Same as we are now."
"Ok."
"Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering. I'm surprised it never came up before."
"Yeah, you have nothing to worry about from Kurt, we've always been just friends."
They watched the rest of the show quietly. Stephanie was waiting for the end to see if anything happened between Brock and Big Show. She didn't want her main event jeopardized because those two hotheads got in each other's faces.
"I can't believe they're all going at it like that," Jericho commented when Kurt and Benoit's match erupted into a free-for-all.
"Isn't that what happened on Monday?"
"Yeah, but I was in it, so it was ok."
"Oh I see, when you act like a nutcase it's ok, but when other people do it, it's ludicrous."
"You know me so well," he said smiling mischievously.
"What is going on between those two?" Stephanie said, looking between Benoit and Kurt.
"I don't know, Kurt wants to be his friend, but Benoit isn't the easiest guy to get along with."
"You're friends with him."
"Yeah, but that took a long time, in case you forget, I've feuded with him a number of times."
"That was a long time ago though."
"It was. I think that was right around the time I started pestering you."
"Was it?"
"I think so."
"You were so mean to me," she said pouting.
"Nothing you didn't deserve, you were a huge bitch."
"I don't think I'm any different now," she said shrugging her shoulders.
"Nah, you're a lot different, you might not see it, but everyone around you does. You're a much better person than you realize."
"That's so sweet of you to say."
"Eh, it's the truth."
"Oh, be quiet, Brock's on."
They shut up as Brock came to the ring and called out the Big Show. It took a while but Big Show eventually came out, and charged the ring. They saw the two of the fighting, and Brock hitting Big Show with a chair, and it looked like Big Show had hurt his arm. Stephanie cursed silently as she watched this happen.
"Damn it, I wish I could've been there to stop those two idiots."
"Well, you think of your employees highly."
Stephanie coughed loudly, "Yeah, when they act like little boys."
"Look at you, you're getting all worked up, and you're sick. If you keep trying to act like you're not sick, it'll only make you more sick, and you won't be able to go to Survivor Series."
"I'm not making myself worse," Stephanie said, sneezing into a tissue.
"Yes, you are, now I want you to go to bed, you watched the show, now you need your rest."
"Fine Dad," she said sarcastically. Jericho rolled his eyes.
"Don't ever liken me to Vince, that's just downright insulting."
Stephanie laughed, causing her to have a coughing fit, "Aww, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?"
"Yes, you did."
"Poor baby," she said, leaning over to kiss him. Jericho pulled back before she could kiss him and looked at her in disgust.
"Sorry baby, but there's no way I'm kissing you while you're sick. The last thing I need is a cold."
"Fine, I'm going to bed then."
"Ok, I'll be back in a minute," he said, before going and changing into some pajama pants.
He disappeared into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He came back in a few minutes later, and climbed under the covers. Stephanie settled herself on his side, closing her eyes.
"Are you still nervous about Sunday?"
"Not any more so than usual. I just don't like going into the match not knowing what to expect."
"Don't get hurt ok? I need you."
"I'll try."
Thanks to the WWE for not having Stephanie on the show, leaving me with having to think of something to write. ;)
Sorry about the delay about the chapter btw, I put it up as soon as I could.
Jericho poured the glass of orange juice before putting the carton back in the fridge. He grabbed the glass and left the kitchen. He walked up the stairs, and into his and Stephanie's bedroom. He looked to their bed, and instead of seeing Stephanie in bed, he saw her packing things into her suitcase.
He set the glass of orange juice onto the dresser and walked over to her. He stood next to her, and just stood looking at her. She ignored him, and kept putting clothes into her suitcase.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing, I'm packing."
"And where are you going?"
"To the show," she said, definitively.
"No, you're not, get in bed."
"No, I have to go to the show."
"No you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not," Jericho said, sternly.
"Yes, I am," she countered, nodding her head.
"No, you're not, don't make me pick you up and put you in bed."
"I'm going to the show."
Jericho grabbed her suitcase, and took it to the armchair in the corner of the room. He put the suitcase down on the chair and walked back to stand in front of Stephanie. She stood defiantly in front of him, standing up to him. Although, her constant sniffling, and flushed cheeks didn't make her seem all that intimidating.
"Stephanie, you are not going to the show and that is final."
"You can't tell me what to do."
"Baby, you have a 100 degree temperature, there is no way that you are going anywhere but back in that bed."
"But it's my job, I'm the General Manager."
"Stephanie, I think you have a competent staff, and I'm sure that the show can run without you for one night."
"But-"
"No buts, you're staying here with me tonight."
After saying that Jericho swept Stephanie into his arms, and took her over to her side of the bed. He laid her down gently, tucking her in. She smiled up at him as he went and got the glass of orange juice that he had left on the dresser. He walked back over to her, and handed her the juice.
"Now, you need your fluids."
"You're so good to me," she said before taking a sip of her juice.
"Well, I love you, and I have to take care of you."
"Are you gonna watch the show with me later?"
"I guess so, if you're up."
"Come lie with me now, I sleep better when you're here," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bed. Just then the phone rang downstairs.
"Hold on, let me get that, then I can join you in bed."
"Ok," Stephanie said, settling herself under the covers.
Jericho jogged down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He grabbed the phone, and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Chris is that you?"
"Yeah, Kurt?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's me."
"What's up?"
"Just wondering when Stephanie was going to get here."
"Oh, she's not coming to the show tonight. She's got a pretty bad cold, fever and everything."
"Oh, that's too bad, well, tell her that I hope she feels better."
"Will do, talk to you later."
"Bye."
Jericho hung up the phone, and bounded upstairs. Stephanie was lying down, watching television, and starting to doze off. He climbed on the bed and crawled over to her. He sat with his back against the headboard, and watched as Stephanie scooted over and laid her head on his chest, cuddling up to him.
"Who was on the phone?" she asked.
"Kurt, he wanted to know where you were. So I told him you were sick, and not coming in. He told me to tell you that he hopes you feel better."
"That's so nice of him," she said, her eyes drooping.
"Why don't you try to sleep baby?"
"I'm not tired," she mumbled.
"Yeah, and that's why you look like you're about to fall asleep?"
"But I want to watch SmackDown," she said, stifling a yawn.
"SmackDown isn't on for another four hours, I think that you can squeeze a nap in between now and then."
"Ok," she said, closing her eyes, "But wake me up for the show ok? I want to see what happens."
"Ok, I promise," he said, as she drifted off to sleep.
FOUR HOURS LATER
Jericho looked at the clock, and realized that SmackDown would be starting soon. He looked down at Stephanie, who was still tucked against his side. He didn't know if he wanted to wake her up for the show or not. She looked so peaceful lying there next to him.
She had had a cold for the past couple days, and she had been feeling terrible. Her fever was actually down now, and she was able to eat solid foods again, because she had felt nauseous before. He wondered if he should just let her sleep and not disturb her.
But then she would be very pissed off at him if she missed the show. He knew how important her job was to her. Hell, they probably wouldn't even have the plan if she hadn't been so dedicated to her work. He nudged her gently, until her eyes opened gently.
"Hmm," she mumbled.
"Baby, the show's starting, did you want to watch?" he whispered gently.
"Show?" she said, still not fully awake.
"SmackDown." She sat up a little.
"Oh yeah, I want to watch," she said as she trained her eyes on the television.
The show started off with Heyman talking to Big Show about Brock's condition. Stephanie became alarmed when she heard that Brock had broken his rib, and that he had been coughing up blood.
"I didn't know he was injured, why didn't Heyman notify me of this?" Stephanie said, angrily, her business instincts beating out her cold at the moment.
"Maybe he thought you would be at the show tonight," Jericho tried to rationalize.
"He should have notified me immediately. What if this ruins the match for Survivor Series?"
"Why don't we watch the rest of the show, and then you can decide about the match ok?"
"Fine," she said, lying down against him once again, sniffling.
They watched as Edge came out for his match against Chavo. The match was good, and Edge was getting quite the reaction from the fans. Jericho and Stephanie watched the match, both of them rooting for their friend. They both smiled when Edge won with the Edge-ecution.
"I'm glad Edge won," Stephanie said, "He deserved it."
"Yeah, he gets a lot of pops too, I wish I could get cheered again."
"Aww, I'm sure you will once the plan is over sweetie. Everyone will want to be cheering for you."
"Hold on, there's Brock," Jericho said, turning his attention to television. Stephanie turned to watch as well.
They watched as Rey Mysterio asked if Brock was all right. Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief when Brock said that he was fine. Although him saying he was fine, didn't all together mean he was fine.
"I hope he's telling the truth," Stephanie muttered.
"Well, it looks like he's ok."
"I hope so," she said as she watched the next segment between Al Wilson and Dawn Marie.
"What's up with those two anyway?" Jericho asked, "They've been together for what.........a month?"
"Yeah, something like that. Personally, I think Dawn Marie is just using him," Stephanie said, adding her two cents on the matter.
"Me too. I mean, we've been together for four months, and we're nowhere near marriage."
"We aren't?"
"Are we?" Jericho asked.
"I don't know. I mean, it's not impossible is it?"
"Well, kind of, considering we're a secret to all but four people. Besides, are you even ready to get married again?"
"Maybe I am."
"See, a maybe is not an answer. Besides, there's plenty of time for marriage later."
"But it isn't outside the realm of possibility is it?" she asked hopefully.
"No, it's not outside the realm of possibility, it's very well inside the realm of possibility, just maybe a little ways off," he told her, kissing the top of her head.
"Ok," she said, smiling a little.
"Brock just said he's going to call out Big Show."
"I just hope he doesn't get actually injured. He has a title match, we need him to be healthy."
"Yeah, you don't want those Raw guys stealing the show," he said, smirking.
"Of course not, though there is one Raw guy who's allowed to steal the show."
"Really? Just one, and who would this one guy be?"
"Hunter Hearst Helmsley of course," she said jokingly.
"Yeah, it's true, I mean how can someone who does corpses not steal the show?"
"I'm sure you'll do great on Sunday," she said, coughing.
"Eh, I don't know, I just hope I don't get hurt in this Chamber."
"I hope so too," Stephanie glanced at the television, "Hey, Kurt's on."
"Glad to know seeing Kurt is more important than my match."
"Well, Kurt's our friend, let's watch."
Jericho and Stephanie both watched the scene between Benoit and Kurt. They couldn't help but laugh when Benoit flung Kurt's titles, it was just too funny. Though they laughed harder when Kurt did the old, you have something on you trick.
"Kurt's so funny," Stephanie commented, before blowing her nose.
"I know. Did you and Kurt ever.........you know? I mean, you were really close there for a while."
"No, we were just friends. Same as we are now."
"Ok."
"Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering. I'm surprised it never came up before."
"Yeah, you have nothing to worry about from Kurt, we've always been just friends."
They watched the rest of the show quietly. Stephanie was waiting for the end to see if anything happened between Brock and Big Show. She didn't want her main event jeopardized because those two hotheads got in each other's faces.
"I can't believe they're all going at it like that," Jericho commented when Kurt and Benoit's match erupted into a free-for-all.
"Isn't that what happened on Monday?"
"Yeah, but I was in it, so it was ok."
"Oh I see, when you act like a nutcase it's ok, but when other people do it, it's ludicrous."
"You know me so well," he said smiling mischievously.
"What is going on between those two?" Stephanie said, looking between Benoit and Kurt.
"I don't know, Kurt wants to be his friend, but Benoit isn't the easiest guy to get along with."
"You're friends with him."
"Yeah, but that took a long time, in case you forget, I've feuded with him a number of times."
"That was a long time ago though."
"It was. I think that was right around the time I started pestering you."
"Was it?"
"I think so."
"You were so mean to me," she said pouting.
"Nothing you didn't deserve, you were a huge bitch."
"I don't think I'm any different now," she said shrugging her shoulders.
"Nah, you're a lot different, you might not see it, but everyone around you does. You're a much better person than you realize."
"That's so sweet of you to say."
"Eh, it's the truth."
"Oh, be quiet, Brock's on."
They shut up as Brock came to the ring and called out the Big Show. It took a while but Big Show eventually came out, and charged the ring. They saw the two of the fighting, and Brock hitting Big Show with a chair, and it looked like Big Show had hurt his arm. Stephanie cursed silently as she watched this happen.
"Damn it, I wish I could've been there to stop those two idiots."
"Well, you think of your employees highly."
Stephanie coughed loudly, "Yeah, when they act like little boys."
"Look at you, you're getting all worked up, and you're sick. If you keep trying to act like you're not sick, it'll only make you more sick, and you won't be able to go to Survivor Series."
"I'm not making myself worse," Stephanie said, sneezing into a tissue.
"Yes, you are, now I want you to go to bed, you watched the show, now you need your rest."
"Fine Dad," she said sarcastically. Jericho rolled his eyes.
"Don't ever liken me to Vince, that's just downright insulting."
Stephanie laughed, causing her to have a coughing fit, "Aww, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?"
"Yes, you did."
"Poor baby," she said, leaning over to kiss him. Jericho pulled back before she could kiss him and looked at her in disgust.
"Sorry baby, but there's no way I'm kissing you while you're sick. The last thing I need is a cold."
"Fine, I'm going to bed then."
"Ok, I'll be back in a minute," he said, before going and changing into some pajama pants.
He disappeared into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He came back in a few minutes later, and climbed under the covers. Stephanie settled herself on his side, closing her eyes.
"Are you still nervous about Sunday?"
"Not any more so than usual. I just don't like going into the match not knowing what to expect."
"Don't get hurt ok? I need you."
"I'll try."