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"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Excuse me, am I sure I want to do this?" Stephanie scoffed as she looked over at Chris, who was lounging on the couch in their hotel room.

"I had to ask," Chris smirked, "I mean, when you have some ridiculous ideas, someone has to be the one to ask if you're sane. I think it's pretty much a requisite at this point."

"It's not a stupid idea," Stephanie told him, running her hand down his arm as she too his hand in hers. "In fact, I think it's actually pretty brilliant. Don't worry, you don't even really have a part in it."

"That's what I'm afraid of," he told her.

"What do you mean by that?" Stephanie glared at him, nearly daring him to say something. She knew Chris was just being his normal self, hating anything that didn't include him, but sometimes he just wasn't needed. Maybe that was the problem though. She wasn't good at this relationship thing. She never knew what really to do, how to be normal. She was screwed up, so her relationships were screwed up, that's all she knew.

"I just mean that something could go wrong," he told her, his forehead crinkling into a series of worry lines. She reached up and smoothed them away, making him look up at her as she hovered near his head.

"Listen to me," Stephanie said, "do you want in on this plan?"

"Yes, I do, you know I always do," he told her, and the light returned to his eyes. He was reeking of anticipation, wanting a part of taking down Hunter, making the other man descend into his own personal hell. This was something he'd wanted for over a year now.

Stephanie could still remember the heat of Chris's body when he'd told her what was really going on, when he'd brought back the Stephanie she thought was lost forever. When she'd lost Chris's friendship, it had made the world seem hopeless. Not hopeless in that she would never go on, but she felt like she couldn't be herself around Hunter. Sure, her real self was a conniving bitch, but that didn't mean she wanted to lose that forever.

Hunter had tried to change her. He'd ripped her away from the one person on this Earth who knew her better than anyone, who accepted her just as she was without viewing her flaws as overwhelming mountains, unable to be overcome. Hunter wanted her to be this meek kitten, forever trouncing after her. He'd smothered her, lied to her, manipulated her, bringing in other people in order to execute some kind of idiotic rescue mission. For that, he deserved what he got, and she would believe that until the day she actually died.

"Well then, okay," Stephanie nodded, "you can be included because…well, because I love you."

She really needed to start telling him that more often. Her love for Chris had actually softened her to the point where she almost felt…normal. She was lucky for Chris's love. She knew that someday, maybe even someday soon, she might actually function like a normal person, without agendas or schemes, or this overwhelming need to right every wrong ever done to her, and it was Chris's love that would bring her back from the brink.

She wished she could be more affectionate, more loving, but she just didn't know how so her words would have to suffice. They seemed to do the trick this time because Chris's face brightened up considerably. As inscrutable as Chris was, he was still someone who could be wowed by simple words and actions, ones she should show him more often so the bright look on his face would never fade. Sometimes it hit her just how in love with this man she was and it startled her, this depth of feeling that wasn't anchored in revenge and hate.

"I love you too," he told her, his lips quirking up into a smile. "But you knew that. So what do you want me to do?"

What she also loved about him was he didn't draw out the affection because he knew it made her uncomfortable to display so much emotion. "You can help with the first part of the plan, are you up for it?"

"Just tell me what to do."

Chris walked up to Hunter at the next show and clapped him on the back, getting his attention. "Hey, man, I was wondering if we could go out and get some drinks after the show. I'm actually feeling bad for how I reacted last week, and I want to make it up to you."

"What?" Hunter asked.

"Look, I don't know what you're going through, but I cared about Stephanie. Stephanie obviously had feelings for you, and you're going through a hard time. I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this because Stephanie would have wanted me to."

It was kind of the truth if he thought about it. Stephanie did ask him to do this so it wasn't like he was lying. "Whatever," Hunter said.

"So do you want to?" Chris asked. "I'll buy, so you don't have to worry about it or anything."

"Fine, sure, whatever, but only for Stephanie," Hunter told him. Chris smiled. The first part of the plan was in motion.

Chris and Hunter went to a bar after the show, just like planned and, after they got a couple beers, Chris led him over to a table, sitting down and gesturing for Hunter to sit down next to him. "You know, sometimes I think I see Stephanie."

"You do?" Hunter asked, looking over at the other man in wonder.

"Yeah, of course. I think I see her everywhere, especially after she died. I thought I saw her everywhere I went, like it was all some kind of bad nightmare. I've never really admitted that to anyone," Chris took a long swig of his beer. "I can't believe I'm admitting it to you of all people."

"But I swear, man, it was her. I just couldn't mistake that, I just…it wasn't just a figment of my imagination, it was her, she was calling me, and she was telling me all these things and it just didn't seem fake."

"You know, you've never really had time to get over her death, I mean, right after, you were thrust right back into all of this with wrestling, maybe it's just all catching up with you," Chris tried to reason, gently nudging Hunter into thinking he was crazy. "Maybe it's just the stress."

"So you don't really think I saw or heard her?"

"I'm just saying, at the end of the day, when I thought I saw her, I didn't really, she wasn't really there."

"I know what I heard though. If you were there, if you heard what I heard, you would think she's alive right now too!" he insisted.

Chris knew she was alive, he'd fucked her this morning, and from her response, she was very much alive. "Maybe it could have been someone impersonating her, you don't know that it was her. Maybe it was just someone who sounded like her, someone who was trying to make your life miserable."

Chris was nearly spelling out the entire plan for Hunter, but the guy was so entrenched in his own thinking, he barely even acknowledged what Chris was really saying. It almost made Chris want to laugh, but this plan hinged on him gaining some of Hunter's trust. "No, I know her voice, I know what it sounds like, then when I called the number back someone answered and said it was a pay phone. It was from a pay phone."

"So?" Chris told him. "That doesn't mean anything."

"What if she's out there? What if she wasn't dead and there was some sort of conspiracy to make everyone think she was dead. I mean, she's worth a ton of money," Hunter said, "or she was, but anyways, apparently she had money unaccounted for, I had it checked out. They think it was in offshore investments or something like that, but maybe someone took her and made her take the money out and she's trying to escape but can't."

"Okay, Hunter, listen to yourself," Chris bit the inside of his mouth to keep from laughing. "Listen to what you're saying. Conspiracies, fake deaths, thievery? I mean, do you know how this sounds to people."

"But it was her, Chris!"

"I'm going to get some shots, okay," Chris said, about to implement the rest of his part of the plan. "I think we can both do with some shots right now. Just stay calm over here, got it?"

"Yeah, okay," Hunter said, staring down into the bottleneck of his beer.

Chris walked up to the bar and order four shots of whiskey, two each. He wasn't planning on getting drunk, but Chris could hold his liquor better than anyone he knew. He paid the bartender after he poured the shots and, when the bartender walked away to tend to someone else, Chris grabbed a small vial out of his pocket, with a crushed powder inside. Stephanie had really thought of everything. Chris wasn't about to roofie Hunter because Stephanie needed him semi-conscious, so all this was, was Tylenol PM, it would make him incredibly sleepy, but it wouldn't knock him out entirely.

Chris dumped the contents into one of the shot glasses, and brought the four of them back to the table, making sure he gave Hunter the tainted one. "Now come on, let's do this, you'll feel better, calmer even after you have a couple shots," Chris quickly grabbed his two glasses and downed the contents of them, one after the other, letting the liquid burn down his throat, easing his own nerves.

Then he watched as Hunter drank his. "See, don't you feel better already?" Chris asked.

"No, because I know she's out there, I just know she is," Hunter slunk his chin into his palm. "You didn't hear her voice, Chris."

"I really think you should talk to someone," Chris told him. "Look, at the end of the day, I am one of you bosses, so I have to look out for the best interest of my wrestlers; that includes you. I'm going to look into it, and I'm going to recommend a couple of therapists that you can see."

"I don't need to see a therapist," Hunter insisted, "I need to look for her. I need to find her because she may be in trouble and if she's in trouble someone has to save her."

"Hunter, you saw her die, you were in there with her."

"I don't know what I saw," Hunter said, squinting his eyes a little. "Maybe the doctors were in on it. Maybe they knew what was going on and they did this so I wouldn't know. You never know with this world, you know."

"I think you need some help," Chris said, "I'll look into it, I'm sure it's covered by the company, and if it isn't, I'm sure Vince will foot the bill. He's a good man when he wants to be. Plus, don't you think if she were alive, she would contact Vince?"

"Maybe not, maybe she has and he hasn't said anything."

"I see him nearly everyday, Hunter, I think I'd know if something was up with him."

"You don't know," Hunter said, squinting even harder and then yawning. "God, I'm so exhausted."

"You look beat," Chris said, watching as Hunter struggled to keep his eyes open. "Have you even been sleeping, dude?"

"It's hard," Hunter said, "with Stephanie needing me."

"Hunter, man, I'm telling you, she is dead, she's not coming back. It's all in your head, but don't worry, we're going to get you help."

It wasn't long after that Hunter actually fell asleep right there at the table, slumped over the table. Chris nudged him, "Hunter, we need to get out of here."

"No, so tired," Hunter told him.

Chris knew this was going to be a chore so he pushed himself off his stool, and walked over to Hunter, standing next to him. He lifted Hunter's bulky arm and put it around his own shoulder before hoisting Hunter up. He got the man to stand up without falling over and started leading him towards the door, Hunter taking clunky steps as he tried to focus, but kept falling asleep. Some people were watching the scene and Chris just sighed and mouthed "drunk" to them as they nodded sympathetically. Chris led Hunter out to his car and put him inside, taking him back to the hotel.

He repeated the same actions in the bar into the hotel and went to Hunter's room, finding Hunter's room key with his wallet. He found the room, letting them both inside before he brought Hunter to his bedroom, shoving him down on the bed. He walked back out of the room, Hunter's room key still in hand as he went back up to his own room. He opened the door and found Stephanie sitting on the couch, waiting for him, ready for her parts. He went over and stood in front of her.

"He's all yours."

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