"Chris.." The voice seemed to echo endlessly in his mind.
'Steph..?'
"Chris..!"
'No, not her..who..?'
"Chris you idiot, open your eyes!" It was so black. It was so..comforting. Black and silent. Well, besides the voice that kept breaking the blanket of silence. It was like he was floating, without a care. "Wake up!"
'I don't want too.' He felt himself getting closer and closer to being fully awake. 'I don't want too..It's nicer here..'
"Chris..Matt, what's wrong with him?"
'Matt..Lita? Lita..' Even though he was barely aware, he was finally able to pin point her voice. 'She sounds so sad..'
"I don't know..CHRIS! YO! WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
'Matt..' he twitched as his voice echoed through his mind. He slowly managed to open his eyes. 'Oww.'
"Chris, you're awake!" He felt arms around him in a warm hug. He shook the fog out of his head, glancing around.
"Where am I?" he asked sleepily.
"The Hardy room, of course!" He felt a hand clap his back, and he glanced over his shoulder to see Jeff.
"Jeff? Didn't Rob get a few hits on you? Shouldn't you get that checked?"
"Come on, Chris, you know that a few bumps to the head doesn't stop me!" Chris smiled, ignoring the dull headache he had.
"You all right, man? You blacked out, Kurt and Kane had to basically CARRY you to the back."
'Kurt? Who'd have guessed it?" He smiled at the trio, who were looking pretty worried. "I'm fine. See? ALL in one piece!"
"Christopher Jericho, if you ever worry us like that again, I'm gonna put you out of commission myself!" Lita pointed a finger at him, wagging it angrily. "I all ready have two idiots, I don't need you to become one too!"
"Hey!" Matt and Jeff countered together.
"I'm a better idiot, though, right Lee?" Matt smiled innocently at her.
"I promise." Chris swore, and she grinned at him.
"You sure you all right, buddy?" Matt questioned. "You look pale."
"I'm fine." he stood up. "Just a little tired. I haven't had a good couple of nights."
"Oh. Well, you're welcome to sleep in our room tonight if you don't want to go through finding your room. We grabbed your stuff, it's over there." Matt gestured toward the corner.
"If you guys want me, I'll stay." he shrugged.
"Here, you can have my bed.." Jeff hopped off it.
"No, no..Jeff, I can sleep on the floor." Chris was getting a bit exasperated. He just fainted, why were they making such a big deal?
"I insist." he pushed him onto the bed. "Now ya move and I'll have to put a hurting on you!"
"I'll let that comment slide, Rainbow Head." Chris rolled his eyes.
****
It had grown quiet in the Hardy hotel room. Too quiet. Chris couldn't sleep for anything. Sitting up, he glanced around the dark room. His eyes stopped on a key and he had an overwelming urge to take a walk. Grabbing the key to the room, he quietly slipped out into the deserted hallway. He chose a way and followed it.
The way led him up stairs. At the end of the stairs was a door that he pushed open. Behind the door was a small, quiet balcony overlooking the area they were in. He walked forward, comfortably placing himself in a sunning chair. Lying back, his eyes casted upward toward the sky.
'It's almost as clear as home.' He smiled at the thoughts of home. He really loved it there. He used to sit and look up at the stars all the time. 'Dad always used to call me a dreamer. I guess I still am. Atleast one of my dreams came true. I guess I could wait a while before I become the first alien on the planet Pluto.'
"Chris?" he jumped, though wasn't too surprised that someone had ended up following him. He glanced over and smiled at Lita, who was walking towards him. "You really need to sneak out better, I heard you and I was in a DEEP sleep."
"Sorry for waking you." he appologized.
"It's all right." she shrugged, sitting in the chair next to him. "What are you doing out here?"
"Looking at the stars of course." he replied simply. "It's quite a good night for it."
"I guess so. I'm surprised it's so clear here."
"Me too." He nodded. Lita looked up at the sky with him for a few moments, then spoke again.
"You've been hiding something from us." she said simply. He glanced over, trying to keep his cool.
"No I haven't." he replied.
"You do realize you're trying to lie to someone who knows you very well, right?"
"Fine." he sighed, defeated. "But listen to me, you cannot tell anyone about this, Lita. I mean it."
"All right, all right, I promise." she turned to him. "So what's up?"
"Do you remember when you came over a few mornings ago and I told you I was getting over being drunk?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because as we were talking, There was a girl I accidently did something with..and the thing is, I have no idea what I did with her, but I did know who she was.."
"Who was she?" she asked, suddenly very interested.
"She was Stephanie McMahon."
"YOU SLEPT WIT--" Chris basically clamped her mouth shut with his hand.
"What are you trying to do, wake everyone up..?!" Chris said in a hushed voice.
"Mmbf." she replied, her eyes as wide as saucers.
"Are you going to scream again?" She shook her head no and he let go of her.
"Chris, do you realize how bad that is..?" she whispered.
"Well obviously." he shook his head. "You know I would never do that on purpose."
"What does she say about it?"
"I think it's all over now, we both were kind of freaked out." he shrugged. "I pissed her off and now I think she hates me more, if that's even possible."
"You don't have that much luck with woman, do you?" she chuckled.
"We get along.."
"Name one other girl you get along with, Chris." she rolled her eyes.
"Um.." he sat there, thinking. "Well, I think Molly sort of doesn't hate me."
"She doesn't hate you, I don't think she hates anyone unless they do stuff like the Dudleys do." she giggled.
"See? There ya go." he paused, then shrugged. "Well, so what? Girls obviously can't take my charm and grace."
"Or lack thereof." she giggled. He pouted towards her.
"Honestly, I have no idea why, but I hate the fact that Heyman is controlling her and Shane. I really shouldn't give a shit, but..I know what it's like. It's not pretty. Every bad thing people say about that man is absolutely true. He preys on weaknesses, and when he finds them, he controls them with it. No one deserves that." he let out a sigh. "No one, not even Queen Bitch herself."
"You really hate him, don't you?"
"More then you can ever know." he shook his head. "The guy is twisted, insane. He got me once, he's not going to get me again."
"What was your weakness?" she asked, curious.
"I was new in the business. He promised me fame, and of course I'd never miss that chance. For awhile, he kept feeding me all these promises, and some he did keep..but in the end, I broke free and went to WCW. Then after my life there, I came here..I'm not going to lose this now. I like it here, I like the people here. Hell, Heyman makes Vince look like boss of the year." She giggled at that.
"Yeah, seriously." she agreed. "Well, it's late, Chris. Don't think about it all too much. It's over. But, you know.." she paused, then shook her head. "I'm not mad at anyone who left our side, from what you tell me."
"I'm not either. Heyman still has it. He knows how to control them. They'll follow him mindlessly until they either snap out of it or fall to their doom when Heyman tells them to jump." They both went silent for a little, but it was quickly broken. "Let's go back to the room."
"All right." She stood up, stretching. "Man, I'm tired. Come on."
"Coming." He stood up, brushing himself off, before following.
Before they entered the room, she turned to him. "I'm glad you decided to come to and stay with the WWF. For an idiot, you're one hell of a best friend. Don't worry, everything will end up all right in the end. Heyman will get his."
"I know." he nodded, letting out a grin. "He lost his edge for awhile there, maybe he'll lose it again."
'Steph..?'
"Chris..!"
'No, not her..who..?'
"Chris you idiot, open your eyes!" It was so black. It was so..comforting. Black and silent. Well, besides the voice that kept breaking the blanket of silence. It was like he was floating, without a care. "Wake up!"
'I don't want too.' He felt himself getting closer and closer to being fully awake. 'I don't want too..It's nicer here..'
"Chris..Matt, what's wrong with him?"
'Matt..Lita? Lita..' Even though he was barely aware, he was finally able to pin point her voice. 'She sounds so sad..'
"I don't know..CHRIS! YO! WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
'Matt..' he twitched as his voice echoed through his mind. He slowly managed to open his eyes. 'Oww.'
"Chris, you're awake!" He felt arms around him in a warm hug. He shook the fog out of his head, glancing around.
"Where am I?" he asked sleepily.
"The Hardy room, of course!" He felt a hand clap his back, and he glanced over his shoulder to see Jeff.
"Jeff? Didn't Rob get a few hits on you? Shouldn't you get that checked?"
"Come on, Chris, you know that a few bumps to the head doesn't stop me!" Chris smiled, ignoring the dull headache he had.
"You all right, man? You blacked out, Kurt and Kane had to basically CARRY you to the back."
'Kurt? Who'd have guessed it?" He smiled at the trio, who were looking pretty worried. "I'm fine. See? ALL in one piece!"
"Christopher Jericho, if you ever worry us like that again, I'm gonna put you out of commission myself!" Lita pointed a finger at him, wagging it angrily. "I all ready have two idiots, I don't need you to become one too!"
"Hey!" Matt and Jeff countered together.
"I'm a better idiot, though, right Lee?" Matt smiled innocently at her.
"I promise." Chris swore, and she grinned at him.
"You sure you all right, buddy?" Matt questioned. "You look pale."
"I'm fine." he stood up. "Just a little tired. I haven't had a good couple of nights."
"Oh. Well, you're welcome to sleep in our room tonight if you don't want to go through finding your room. We grabbed your stuff, it's over there." Matt gestured toward the corner.
"If you guys want me, I'll stay." he shrugged.
"Here, you can have my bed.." Jeff hopped off it.
"No, no..Jeff, I can sleep on the floor." Chris was getting a bit exasperated. He just fainted, why were they making such a big deal?
"I insist." he pushed him onto the bed. "Now ya move and I'll have to put a hurting on you!"
"I'll let that comment slide, Rainbow Head." Chris rolled his eyes.
****
It had grown quiet in the Hardy hotel room. Too quiet. Chris couldn't sleep for anything. Sitting up, he glanced around the dark room. His eyes stopped on a key and he had an overwelming urge to take a walk. Grabbing the key to the room, he quietly slipped out into the deserted hallway. He chose a way and followed it.
The way led him up stairs. At the end of the stairs was a door that he pushed open. Behind the door was a small, quiet balcony overlooking the area they were in. He walked forward, comfortably placing himself in a sunning chair. Lying back, his eyes casted upward toward the sky.
'It's almost as clear as home.' He smiled at the thoughts of home. He really loved it there. He used to sit and look up at the stars all the time. 'Dad always used to call me a dreamer. I guess I still am. Atleast one of my dreams came true. I guess I could wait a while before I become the first alien on the planet Pluto.'
"Chris?" he jumped, though wasn't too surprised that someone had ended up following him. He glanced over and smiled at Lita, who was walking towards him. "You really need to sneak out better, I heard you and I was in a DEEP sleep."
"Sorry for waking you." he appologized.
"It's all right." she shrugged, sitting in the chair next to him. "What are you doing out here?"
"Looking at the stars of course." he replied simply. "It's quite a good night for it."
"I guess so. I'm surprised it's so clear here."
"Me too." He nodded. Lita looked up at the sky with him for a few moments, then spoke again.
"You've been hiding something from us." she said simply. He glanced over, trying to keep his cool.
"No I haven't." he replied.
"You do realize you're trying to lie to someone who knows you very well, right?"
"Fine." he sighed, defeated. "But listen to me, you cannot tell anyone about this, Lita. I mean it."
"All right, all right, I promise." she turned to him. "So what's up?"
"Do you remember when you came over a few mornings ago and I told you I was getting over being drunk?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because as we were talking, There was a girl I accidently did something with..and the thing is, I have no idea what I did with her, but I did know who she was.."
"Who was she?" she asked, suddenly very interested.
"She was Stephanie McMahon."
"YOU SLEPT WIT--" Chris basically clamped her mouth shut with his hand.
"What are you trying to do, wake everyone up..?!" Chris said in a hushed voice.
"Mmbf." she replied, her eyes as wide as saucers.
"Are you going to scream again?" She shook her head no and he let go of her.
"Chris, do you realize how bad that is..?" she whispered.
"Well obviously." he shook his head. "You know I would never do that on purpose."
"What does she say about it?"
"I think it's all over now, we both were kind of freaked out." he shrugged. "I pissed her off and now I think she hates me more, if that's even possible."
"You don't have that much luck with woman, do you?" she chuckled.
"We get along.."
"Name one other girl you get along with, Chris." she rolled her eyes.
"Um.." he sat there, thinking. "Well, I think Molly sort of doesn't hate me."
"She doesn't hate you, I don't think she hates anyone unless they do stuff like the Dudleys do." she giggled.
"See? There ya go." he paused, then shrugged. "Well, so what? Girls obviously can't take my charm and grace."
"Or lack thereof." she giggled. He pouted towards her.
"Honestly, I have no idea why, but I hate the fact that Heyman is controlling her and Shane. I really shouldn't give a shit, but..I know what it's like. It's not pretty. Every bad thing people say about that man is absolutely true. He preys on weaknesses, and when he finds them, he controls them with it. No one deserves that." he let out a sigh. "No one, not even Queen Bitch herself."
"You really hate him, don't you?"
"More then you can ever know." he shook his head. "The guy is twisted, insane. He got me once, he's not going to get me again."
"What was your weakness?" she asked, curious.
"I was new in the business. He promised me fame, and of course I'd never miss that chance. For awhile, he kept feeding me all these promises, and some he did keep..but in the end, I broke free and went to WCW. Then after my life there, I came here..I'm not going to lose this now. I like it here, I like the people here. Hell, Heyman makes Vince look like boss of the year." She giggled at that.
"Yeah, seriously." she agreed. "Well, it's late, Chris. Don't think about it all too much. It's over. But, you know.." she paused, then shook her head. "I'm not mad at anyone who left our side, from what you tell me."
"I'm not either. Heyman still has it. He knows how to control them. They'll follow him mindlessly until they either snap out of it or fall to their doom when Heyman tells them to jump." They both went silent for a little, but it was quickly broken. "Let's go back to the room."
"All right." She stood up, stretching. "Man, I'm tired. Come on."
"Coming." He stood up, brushing himself off, before following.
Before they entered the room, she turned to him. "I'm glad you decided to come to and stay with the WWF. For an idiot, you're one hell of a best friend. Don't worry, everything will end up all right in the end. Heyman will get his."
"I know." he nodded, letting out a grin. "He lost his edge for awhile there, maybe he'll lose it again."