This'll be the last chapter until like..Thursday, Friday..something like that. I'm going on vacation. Knowing me, I'll write chapter 4 on the beach, LOL.
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'Pepper spray.' he shook his head. 'Creative, I'll give her that..'
"What are you standing there, for, reject?! Tie him down or something!" Jericho sprung to action. 'I can't believe I'm taking orders from HER.' he grabbed the covers on Show's bed, dragging them to him. He was easy to get down after that.
5 minutes later, he was a hogtied giant. He tried to wiggle out of it, but found Jericho had tied it..tight. Jericho and Stephanie stood in front of him, looking down. He glared up at them with a look that good slice diamonds.
"So, where's the pictures, Big Slow?" Jericho smirked.
"Like he'd tell you." Stephanie rolled her eyes and walked past the huge tied up bulk. "Help me look."
"Well aren't YOU bossy." Jericho smriked.
"Just come on." she glared at him. Sighing, he followed, and started to search through his belongings.
"You can't do this you know!" Big Show said, sounding pissed.
"We're doing it, though." Jericho replied, pulling up a few of his shirts.
"Find anything yet?"
"Nothing." Chris shook his head. Suddenly, his eye caught the probably most innocent spot in the room. "Hmm.."
"Was that a good 'hmm' or a bad 'hmm'?" Stephanie glanced over to see him stooping over a pile of newspapers.
"Got it." he pulled out an envelope from the middle of the stack. Opening it, the film reel dropped out. Picking it up, he glanced closely at it.
"Is it the right one?" Stephanie had walked over, trying to peer over his shoulder.
"Yup." he nodded. "There it is. And here's all the copies." He handed them over to her.
"Great, let's get out of here!" She started to walk out but he caught her by the shirt. "Hey! Lemme go!"
"Hold on a minute, Princess." he kept the hard edge of sarcasticness when he called her that. She whirled around, looking confused.
"What's the matter?" she asked, annoyed. "I wanna get out of this hell hole."
"Think about it for a second, we found this in 10 minutes top." he glanced over at the now calmed Big Show. 'Must have given up.'
"Yeah, so?" she replied, smirking.
"Any normal person would figure out that he probably has an extra one stored somewhere else." he rolled his eyes. "But then again, *you're* not normal, I shouldn't expect you to think of that."
"Bite me." she sneered at him.
"Judging from those pictures, looks like I all ready did." he grinned at her as she looked disgusted. "Now then..if I was an ugly big assed idiot like Big Slow over there, where would I.." his eyes stopped on a black case. "Here we go!"
"What's that?" she questioned as he pulled it out.
"Computer case. Jericho said simply. He opened it easily and hooked it up to a nearby socket.
"Let's see here..man, Big Slow, are they paying you that little?" He glanced at the pissed off giant. "Oh, that's right, they pay you with food. Nevermind." He watched as the computer booted up. "This thing might be slower then you."
"Must you keep taunting him? He might get so mad he'd break the sheets or something.." Stephanie pointed out.
"Relax." Jericho rolled his eyes. He began searching through the computer, looking at every picture in it, which wasn't much. "Ahh, see that?" Stephanie peered where he was pointing. "What'd I tell you?"
"Fine, fine.." she rolled his eyes as he deleted the picture off of his computer. "I guess you were right.." she muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" he questioned as he wiped it out of his trash box in his computer. "I didn't hear you.."
"Just come on." she rolled her eyes, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Touchy, touchy.." Chris rolled his eyes, shutting the computer down. He closed it, not bothering to unplug it. "Thanks, Slow." he patted his head, grinning.
"Are we just going to leave him there?"
"Yeah, I'm sure someone will find him." Jericho shrugged. "Have a good day, Slow."
Jericho opened the door and peeked out into the halls. 'No one's around. Good.' He glanced back at her. "Come on, move your non-existant ass."
"You should talk Stick Figure!" she replied, annoyed. She gingerly followed him, though.
They ended up in his room again. He shut the door and grabbed the papers from her. She just rolled her eyes at him as he counted the copies. 'Jesus, he had to have made like 50 of these.'
"What ARE you doing?" she questioned.
"Trying to figure out our best means of getting rid of these eye sores." he replied, not looking up from them. "Lighting them might be a little risky, but we don't want anyone to find this." He pulled out a lighter and was about to do it when Stephanie caught his arm.
"Are you nuts?! Uh, hello, you have what humans call fire alarms in the room! You put them up and it's BOUND to make a lot of smoke." Chris paused.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" he gave the pile to her. "All yours."
"It doesn't take a genius to figure it out, but of all people I should of figured YOU wouldn't think of it." Stephanie shot back, putting the stack on the bed. "See Chris? Watch..you take the paper like this and hold it like so.." Chris just glared at her as she sarcastically showed him her idea. "And then you TEAR." she teared it in half as she said the word 'tear'.
"Oh, that's VERY original." he replied sarcastically.
"No! It's CALLED common sense! Now, instead of standing there being a general pain in the ass, sit down and tear these things to pieces that no one could ever put back together." she had sat herself down on the end of the bed, pushing the stack more to the middle.
"Fine." he rolled his eyes, sitting on the other side of the bed. The two worked in silence for awhile, both tearing the papers so much it covered the bed they were both sitting on. 'I think this must be the longest time I've been by her without pissing her off.' He glanced at her as she suddenly stopped at one picture, blinking in shock.
"Um..I don't think..this one is ours." Jericho blinked, not understanding. "Come here, check it out." She suddenly burst into giggles, and Chris, now interested, moved his body so he was sitting next to her on the bed.
"What..what are you.." Jericho looked down at the picture and a broad grin appeared on his face.
"It's what I think it is, isn't it?" Stephanie asked him, letting him have a closer look.
"I think so, or maybe it's one of those beached whales.."
"Maybe both?" Both of them looked at each other before cracking up.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"You know, for once Princess, I think I am. I think I am." he gave her one of her Cheshire cat grins. "Let's keep this..just in case."
"Definitely." she nodded her head, flashing one of her own grins.
It was perhaps the first time they had been civil to each other the whole morning, and most likely the first time they ever agreed on anything.
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'Pepper spray.' he shook his head. 'Creative, I'll give her that..'
"What are you standing there, for, reject?! Tie him down or something!" Jericho sprung to action. 'I can't believe I'm taking orders from HER.' he grabbed the covers on Show's bed, dragging them to him. He was easy to get down after that.
5 minutes later, he was a hogtied giant. He tried to wiggle out of it, but found Jericho had tied it..tight. Jericho and Stephanie stood in front of him, looking down. He glared up at them with a look that good slice diamonds.
"So, where's the pictures, Big Slow?" Jericho smirked.
"Like he'd tell you." Stephanie rolled her eyes and walked past the huge tied up bulk. "Help me look."
"Well aren't YOU bossy." Jericho smriked.
"Just come on." she glared at him. Sighing, he followed, and started to search through his belongings.
"You can't do this you know!" Big Show said, sounding pissed.
"We're doing it, though." Jericho replied, pulling up a few of his shirts.
"Find anything yet?"
"Nothing." Chris shook his head. Suddenly, his eye caught the probably most innocent spot in the room. "Hmm.."
"Was that a good 'hmm' or a bad 'hmm'?" Stephanie glanced over to see him stooping over a pile of newspapers.
"Got it." he pulled out an envelope from the middle of the stack. Opening it, the film reel dropped out. Picking it up, he glanced closely at it.
"Is it the right one?" Stephanie had walked over, trying to peer over his shoulder.
"Yup." he nodded. "There it is. And here's all the copies." He handed them over to her.
"Great, let's get out of here!" She started to walk out but he caught her by the shirt. "Hey! Lemme go!"
"Hold on a minute, Princess." he kept the hard edge of sarcasticness when he called her that. She whirled around, looking confused.
"What's the matter?" she asked, annoyed. "I wanna get out of this hell hole."
"Think about it for a second, we found this in 10 minutes top." he glanced over at the now calmed Big Show. 'Must have given up.'
"Yeah, so?" she replied, smirking.
"Any normal person would figure out that he probably has an extra one stored somewhere else." he rolled his eyes. "But then again, *you're* not normal, I shouldn't expect you to think of that."
"Bite me." she sneered at him.
"Judging from those pictures, looks like I all ready did." he grinned at her as she looked disgusted. "Now then..if I was an ugly big assed idiot like Big Slow over there, where would I.." his eyes stopped on a black case. "Here we go!"
"What's that?" she questioned as he pulled it out.
"Computer case. Jericho said simply. He opened it easily and hooked it up to a nearby socket.
"Let's see here..man, Big Slow, are they paying you that little?" He glanced at the pissed off giant. "Oh, that's right, they pay you with food. Nevermind." He watched as the computer booted up. "This thing might be slower then you."
"Must you keep taunting him? He might get so mad he'd break the sheets or something.." Stephanie pointed out.
"Relax." Jericho rolled his eyes. He began searching through the computer, looking at every picture in it, which wasn't much. "Ahh, see that?" Stephanie peered where he was pointing. "What'd I tell you?"
"Fine, fine.." she rolled his eyes as he deleted the picture off of his computer. "I guess you were right.." she muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" he questioned as he wiped it out of his trash box in his computer. "I didn't hear you.."
"Just come on." she rolled her eyes, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Touchy, touchy.." Chris rolled his eyes, shutting the computer down. He closed it, not bothering to unplug it. "Thanks, Slow." he patted his head, grinning.
"Are we just going to leave him there?"
"Yeah, I'm sure someone will find him." Jericho shrugged. "Have a good day, Slow."
Jericho opened the door and peeked out into the halls. 'No one's around. Good.' He glanced back at her. "Come on, move your non-existant ass."
"You should talk Stick Figure!" she replied, annoyed. She gingerly followed him, though.
They ended up in his room again. He shut the door and grabbed the papers from her. She just rolled her eyes at him as he counted the copies. 'Jesus, he had to have made like 50 of these.'
"What ARE you doing?" she questioned.
"Trying to figure out our best means of getting rid of these eye sores." he replied, not looking up from them. "Lighting them might be a little risky, but we don't want anyone to find this." He pulled out a lighter and was about to do it when Stephanie caught his arm.
"Are you nuts?! Uh, hello, you have what humans call fire alarms in the room! You put them up and it's BOUND to make a lot of smoke." Chris paused.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" he gave the pile to her. "All yours."
"It doesn't take a genius to figure it out, but of all people I should of figured YOU wouldn't think of it." Stephanie shot back, putting the stack on the bed. "See Chris? Watch..you take the paper like this and hold it like so.." Chris just glared at her as she sarcastically showed him her idea. "And then you TEAR." she teared it in half as she said the word 'tear'.
"Oh, that's VERY original." he replied sarcastically.
"No! It's CALLED common sense! Now, instead of standing there being a general pain in the ass, sit down and tear these things to pieces that no one could ever put back together." she had sat herself down on the end of the bed, pushing the stack more to the middle.
"Fine." he rolled his eyes, sitting on the other side of the bed. The two worked in silence for awhile, both tearing the papers so much it covered the bed they were both sitting on. 'I think this must be the longest time I've been by her without pissing her off.' He glanced at her as she suddenly stopped at one picture, blinking in shock.
"Um..I don't think..this one is ours." Jericho blinked, not understanding. "Come here, check it out." She suddenly burst into giggles, and Chris, now interested, moved his body so he was sitting next to her on the bed.
"What..what are you.." Jericho looked down at the picture and a broad grin appeared on his face.
"It's what I think it is, isn't it?" Stephanie asked him, letting him have a closer look.
"I think so, or maybe it's one of those beached whales.."
"Maybe both?" Both of them looked at each other before cracking up.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"You know, for once Princess, I think I am. I think I am." he gave her one of her Cheshire cat grins. "Let's keep this..just in case."
"Definitely." she nodded her head, flashing one of her own grins.
It was perhaps the first time they had been civil to each other the whole morning, and most likely the first time they ever agreed on anything.