Chapter 4
She kicked him, hard. Right where it hurt. X-Pac let her go and she ran into the woods. God, how did she get into this mess? She kept running, scared out of her mind, tripping over unseen branches. She was still in her dress, and it didn't help too much. Suddenly she found herself falling, landing horribly on her ankle.
She cried out in pain, and flinched as she tried to move it. Oh yes, it was broken. The worst part was it had begun to rain. She saw she was near a cliff, though, and she dragged herself to be under it.
She then promptly collapsed, wondering if running from X-Pac when they reached the deserted old gas station was wise. Now she had wild animals to worry about. She tried to move her leg one more time and found the pain so intense she fainted from it. As she slept, the rain fell, drenching all around her.
***
She awoke in a strange home. Blinking slightly, she sat up, seeing her leg now having a cast on it.
"You're awake, good." She looked at the man coming out. He was pretty tall, kinda built but slim. He had a mushroom cut haircut, with his hair being sorta a dirty blondish color. He also had really really blue eyes, calm, collected. But for some reason, as cute as the guy in front of her was, all she could think of was Chris.
"Who are you?" she questioned, brushing away the thought of Chris for a moment.
"Name's Nathan Allo, call me Nat. My mom used to 'coz she said I was annoying just like the gnat bugs."
"OK, Nat." she said.
"And you are?"
"Stephanie, Stephanie McMahon. Where are we?"
"In my house. Me an' my wife found you outside when we went for a walk. Luckily, I'm a doctor so I fixed your leg up real nice. Ya broke it, yanno."
"Oh. Thank you." she said.
"Now, mind telling me why you were outside asleep this morning?"
"Well, I was kinda..um..kidnapped."
"Kidnapped?!"
"It's a long story."
"Well start talking."
"OK, you see, my husband was pretty much about to kill me because I was sorta cheating on him. I mean, god, I wanted to divorce months ago but he threatened to kill me so I went around behind his back. Anyway, this guy, Chris, whom I hated for a long while suddenly appeared and came to my rescue. He let me stay with him and all, then he promised to protect me after I pleaded him to." she paused. "I went to a wedding a few days after, and when I went out of the bathroom I was jumped by Hunter's right hand man. We stopped somewhere and I just kicked him in the balls and ran into the woods. It was dark and I didn't see the ledge."
"That's quite a story." he nodded, then studied her. "That Chris fella, you like him?"
"Huh?"
"Well, I minored in psychology and all, and your actions are telling me you have a eh..thing for him."
"We fight too much."
"Let me tell you a story about a couple I know..ya see, these two went at it like rabid animals for 10 years before they suddenly understood, why, the fighting was actually not about hatred but some odd kind of, dare I say, mating ritual. Really odd. But they say the ones that fight the most care about each other the most." She sat there, thinking.
"Those two people..they were..you and your wife, weren't they?" she asked cautiously. He smiled.
"10 years wasted on bickering. Think about it." He stood up, about to leave.
"What happens if he doesn't like me back?" she asked, making him turn. He smiled kindly.
"Well, miss, he saved you, made sure you were OK, and took you to a wedding, am I right?" she nodded. "Trust me, he has something for you." The doorbell rang.
"Oh, I'll get that.." he walked away, a secret grin on his face.
***
"You found her?!" Chris gasped.
"Yes. I noticed a number on the dress that obviously belonged to Lita. Me and my wife found her lying on the ground, her ankle broken this morning. We brought her in. She's now sleeping peacefully, and my wife put some new clothes on her so she doesn't get sick."
"What's your address?" The man gave it to him, and Chris scribbled it down quickly. "Thank you, very much."
"You're welcome. I'll be home all day. Goodbye." They both hung up and Chris grinned at Lita, giving her cell back.
"Guess I'm not weird for putting my number on my stuff, huh Chris?" He didn't say anything back but hugged her. She looked at him. "And, I'd tell her."
"Tell her what?"
"That you love her, because, even if you don't admit it to me, I see it. Us girls know that look. We live off it." she smiled. "Don't mess it up because of your ego."
"Fine, fine." he nodded.
"Good. Now go, get her back in one peice." she shooed him off and sighed, smirking.
"You're gonna give me a heart attack one day." she said under her breath before walking away.
***
Nat opened the door to find Chris standing there, looking a bit worried.
"Mr. Jericho, I presume?" Chris nodded. "She's awake and in the living room." he nodded and walked by the man, going into the room the man pointed to. She was there, resting on the couch, her head turned away from him. Chris couldn't comprehend how happy he was to see her, alive, away from Hunter.
"Steph.." he managed to utter. Stephanie blinked, slowly turning her head.
"Chris? Oh god, I'm cracking up..the fall must be making me hallucinate--" Chris knew she wasn't kidding. He quickly took her hand, and squeezed it.
"You ain't hallucinating." he grinned. "Aw Steph, don't ever do this to me again. I need my beauty rest and you being taken by psychos really interfered with it."
"You didn't sleep?"
"For 5 minutes, I think. Steph, you look awful. How'd you get away?"
"It's a long story." she shook her head.
"Well, let's go back to the hotel, OK hun?" she nodded. Nat came in, looking at the two.
"Oh, by the way Steph, before you leave, you are to get the cast taken off in 4 weeks god willing. Any doctor will do it with this." he handed her a slip and she put it in her pocket.
"Thanks, Nat." he nodded and smiled. "When my wife broke her leg she had crutches. You can have 'um now." Chris helped her to her feet and she leaned on the crutches for support. It was the perfect fit.
"Come on." Chris said, helping her maneuver her way to the doorway. They walked (or limped) down the walkway soon afterwards.
"STEPH!" Stephanie turned to see Nat. "Remember, 10 years." she looked at him for a moment and nodded. She got into the car, remembering everything that happened and silently wondering if she should tell him.
***
She watched him, carefully trying to make her comfortable. It was odd, almost comforting. She was beginning to realize it, too, how much he really did mean to her. No one had ever been so caring to her, no one. She wasn't even used to it in ways.
"I'm sorry I brought you into this, Chris." she mumbled, feeling sleepy.
"Don't apologize." he shook his head. She smiled wistfully and was soon asleep.
Chris then stood, looking at the bruised Steph and his eyes narrowed. He was going to get Hunter for doing this. He walked to his door and noticed a note by his foot. He picked it up and opened it. Scanning over it, his mouth dropped.
"Lita.." he opened the door, making sure to close it behind him because it locked automatically and he had the key. He knocked on the door to his friend's door. No answer. He pushed on the door to see it not closed all the way. Going into the room, he knew something happened. Things were scattered everywhere. He walked in more to find both brothers tied and gagged. "Oh shit.."
"Mmgmgm!" Jeff cried out angrily. Chris untied his gag. "That son of a bitch took her!" Chris quickly undid them both, and both were pretty mad.
"They fuckin' jumped us. Who the hell knows how they got in. They kicked our ass then took her, telling us that she'd live if..if you met up with him in the alley tonight. Alone." Matt said.
"Then he'll get me. Alone." he nodded.
"Chris, that's suicide."
"Yeah. You'll be killed. They'll all jump you."
"Well there really isn't a choice now is there? I'm Lita's only hope and suicide mission or not, she's one of the best god damn friends I got and if I die it'll be worth it because I know atleast I tried." he said, a tone of anger in his voice. "I'm not letting Hunter get the satisfaction of knowing I was too scared to help her, because I'm not." The brothers looked at him, surprised at his passion-filled speech, which was obviously made from the anger boiling inside him.
"Then all I can say is good luck, Chris." Matt nodded. Chris smiled, turned, and left.
"Matt, do you think he's gonna make it?" Jeff asked as he picked up their loose items.
"I hope so, Jeff. I hope so." Matt replied to Jeff question's, quietly.
She kicked him, hard. Right where it hurt. X-Pac let her go and she ran into the woods. God, how did she get into this mess? She kept running, scared out of her mind, tripping over unseen branches. She was still in her dress, and it didn't help too much. Suddenly she found herself falling, landing horribly on her ankle.
She cried out in pain, and flinched as she tried to move it. Oh yes, it was broken. The worst part was it had begun to rain. She saw she was near a cliff, though, and she dragged herself to be under it.
She then promptly collapsed, wondering if running from X-Pac when they reached the deserted old gas station was wise. Now she had wild animals to worry about. She tried to move her leg one more time and found the pain so intense she fainted from it. As she slept, the rain fell, drenching all around her.
***
She awoke in a strange home. Blinking slightly, she sat up, seeing her leg now having a cast on it.
"You're awake, good." She looked at the man coming out. He was pretty tall, kinda built but slim. He had a mushroom cut haircut, with his hair being sorta a dirty blondish color. He also had really really blue eyes, calm, collected. But for some reason, as cute as the guy in front of her was, all she could think of was Chris.
"Who are you?" she questioned, brushing away the thought of Chris for a moment.
"Name's Nathan Allo, call me Nat. My mom used to 'coz she said I was annoying just like the gnat bugs."
"OK, Nat." she said.
"And you are?"
"Stephanie, Stephanie McMahon. Where are we?"
"In my house. Me an' my wife found you outside when we went for a walk. Luckily, I'm a doctor so I fixed your leg up real nice. Ya broke it, yanno."
"Oh. Thank you." she said.
"Now, mind telling me why you were outside asleep this morning?"
"Well, I was kinda..um..kidnapped."
"Kidnapped?!"
"It's a long story."
"Well start talking."
"OK, you see, my husband was pretty much about to kill me because I was sorta cheating on him. I mean, god, I wanted to divorce months ago but he threatened to kill me so I went around behind his back. Anyway, this guy, Chris, whom I hated for a long while suddenly appeared and came to my rescue. He let me stay with him and all, then he promised to protect me after I pleaded him to." she paused. "I went to a wedding a few days after, and when I went out of the bathroom I was jumped by Hunter's right hand man. We stopped somewhere and I just kicked him in the balls and ran into the woods. It was dark and I didn't see the ledge."
"That's quite a story." he nodded, then studied her. "That Chris fella, you like him?"
"Huh?"
"Well, I minored in psychology and all, and your actions are telling me you have a eh..thing for him."
"We fight too much."
"Let me tell you a story about a couple I know..ya see, these two went at it like rabid animals for 10 years before they suddenly understood, why, the fighting was actually not about hatred but some odd kind of, dare I say, mating ritual. Really odd. But they say the ones that fight the most care about each other the most." She sat there, thinking.
"Those two people..they were..you and your wife, weren't they?" she asked cautiously. He smiled.
"10 years wasted on bickering. Think about it." He stood up, about to leave.
"What happens if he doesn't like me back?" she asked, making him turn. He smiled kindly.
"Well, miss, he saved you, made sure you were OK, and took you to a wedding, am I right?" she nodded. "Trust me, he has something for you." The doorbell rang.
"Oh, I'll get that.." he walked away, a secret grin on his face.
***
"You found her?!" Chris gasped.
"Yes. I noticed a number on the dress that obviously belonged to Lita. Me and my wife found her lying on the ground, her ankle broken this morning. We brought her in. She's now sleeping peacefully, and my wife put some new clothes on her so she doesn't get sick."
"What's your address?" The man gave it to him, and Chris scribbled it down quickly. "Thank you, very much."
"You're welcome. I'll be home all day. Goodbye." They both hung up and Chris grinned at Lita, giving her cell back.
"Guess I'm not weird for putting my number on my stuff, huh Chris?" He didn't say anything back but hugged her. She looked at him. "And, I'd tell her."
"Tell her what?"
"That you love her, because, even if you don't admit it to me, I see it. Us girls know that look. We live off it." she smiled. "Don't mess it up because of your ego."
"Fine, fine." he nodded.
"Good. Now go, get her back in one peice." she shooed him off and sighed, smirking.
"You're gonna give me a heart attack one day." she said under her breath before walking away.
***
Nat opened the door to find Chris standing there, looking a bit worried.
"Mr. Jericho, I presume?" Chris nodded. "She's awake and in the living room." he nodded and walked by the man, going into the room the man pointed to. She was there, resting on the couch, her head turned away from him. Chris couldn't comprehend how happy he was to see her, alive, away from Hunter.
"Steph.." he managed to utter. Stephanie blinked, slowly turning her head.
"Chris? Oh god, I'm cracking up..the fall must be making me hallucinate--" Chris knew she wasn't kidding. He quickly took her hand, and squeezed it.
"You ain't hallucinating." he grinned. "Aw Steph, don't ever do this to me again. I need my beauty rest and you being taken by psychos really interfered with it."
"You didn't sleep?"
"For 5 minutes, I think. Steph, you look awful. How'd you get away?"
"It's a long story." she shook her head.
"Well, let's go back to the hotel, OK hun?" she nodded. Nat came in, looking at the two.
"Oh, by the way Steph, before you leave, you are to get the cast taken off in 4 weeks god willing. Any doctor will do it with this." he handed her a slip and she put it in her pocket.
"Thanks, Nat." he nodded and smiled. "When my wife broke her leg she had crutches. You can have 'um now." Chris helped her to her feet and she leaned on the crutches for support. It was the perfect fit.
"Come on." Chris said, helping her maneuver her way to the doorway. They walked (or limped) down the walkway soon afterwards.
"STEPH!" Stephanie turned to see Nat. "Remember, 10 years." she looked at him for a moment and nodded. She got into the car, remembering everything that happened and silently wondering if she should tell him.
***
She watched him, carefully trying to make her comfortable. It was odd, almost comforting. She was beginning to realize it, too, how much he really did mean to her. No one had ever been so caring to her, no one. She wasn't even used to it in ways.
"I'm sorry I brought you into this, Chris." she mumbled, feeling sleepy.
"Don't apologize." he shook his head. She smiled wistfully and was soon asleep.
Chris then stood, looking at the bruised Steph and his eyes narrowed. He was going to get Hunter for doing this. He walked to his door and noticed a note by his foot. He picked it up and opened it. Scanning over it, his mouth dropped.
"Lita.." he opened the door, making sure to close it behind him because it locked automatically and he had the key. He knocked on the door to his friend's door. No answer. He pushed on the door to see it not closed all the way. Going into the room, he knew something happened. Things were scattered everywhere. He walked in more to find both brothers tied and gagged. "Oh shit.."
"Mmgmgm!" Jeff cried out angrily. Chris untied his gag. "That son of a bitch took her!" Chris quickly undid them both, and both were pretty mad.
"They fuckin' jumped us. Who the hell knows how they got in. They kicked our ass then took her, telling us that she'd live if..if you met up with him in the alley tonight. Alone." Matt said.
"Then he'll get me. Alone." he nodded.
"Chris, that's suicide."
"Yeah. You'll be killed. They'll all jump you."
"Well there really isn't a choice now is there? I'm Lita's only hope and suicide mission or not, she's one of the best god damn friends I got and if I die it'll be worth it because I know atleast I tried." he said, a tone of anger in his voice. "I'm not letting Hunter get the satisfaction of knowing I was too scared to help her, because I'm not." The brothers looked at him, surprised at his passion-filled speech, which was obviously made from the anger boiling inside him.
"Then all I can say is good luck, Chris." Matt nodded. Chris smiled, turned, and left.
"Matt, do you think he's gonna make it?" Jeff asked as he picked up their loose items.
"I hope so, Jeff. I hope so." Matt replied to Jeff question's, quietly.