'OK..gotta think here..' Chris was dumbfounded. Just seconds ago he was suppose to have grabbed her, but now he was being hugged by the exact person he was trying to take. It just took all the fun out of kidnapping. 'I can't bring her to Vince. Vince said taking her is his last hope. Heyman will still want her back, right?'
She suddenly let go of him. 'Must have figured out who she was hugging..' She wiped at her face, trying to dry the last remaining tears. He noted she was shaking like a leaf, and looked like overall crap. Then again, she WAS almost assaulted, so he didn't really blame her. 'Wait, if she was just attacked by Heyman, she'll need a place to stay away from him. OK, Chris, work your charm..why do I feel bad for lying?'
"So what are you going to do now?" he asked softly, looking over at her. She shrugged, shaking her head.
"Not going back to them." she said bitterly. 'If you only knew, Steph..'
"Listen, this might sound a little crazy, but why don't you stay with me? I know I'm not exactly the best choice for a bunking partner, but besides me, you got no one in the WWF." he offered. 'That was pretty good, considering that I just lied my head off. Shit, I think she trusts me. Why do I suddenly wish we were fighting again?'
"All right." she nodded slowly. 'Well, now my mission for Vince is done. She's coming with me. OK, it wasn't exactly kidnapping, but right now it's the next best thing. Wait until she finds out I'm going to have to send her back..' He gave a weak smile at her.
"Come on, my car's over there.'he motioned to the direction and they both slowly walked to it. 'Heyman is a sick bastard, and now I'm no better..'
***
"Well, this is my room." Chris shrugged at her, dropping his stuff. She nodded silently. "I didn't have any drinks, did you?" That actually got a small chuckle out of her. "You can pick a bed."
By the time he got out of the bathroom, she had all ready picked her bed and had fallen asleep in it. He couldn't believe she fell asleep that quickly, so he softly moved over to her and peered down. 'Wow, she's not only asleep, she's in a deep sleep. Jesus, did that fucker Heyman not let her sleep or something?'
He moved to his own bed and laid down. 'I guess I can just pretend. Hey, this is war, after all. Only the strong survive. Why should I feel bad for her anyway? She's been a bitch to me since..um..well, it's been so long I can't even REMEMBER. I'll just keep this up. Hey, this'll be even easier then I thought at first. Now she can just think I'm being nice. I don't have to tie her up. Yes, this really is perfect. I just have to keep being friendly and it'll be in the bag..I won't feel bad. Why am I not believing myself?'
He closed his eyes, and after awhile, he fell into a restless sleep.
The morning came so alarmingly fast. It was like Chris had only slept an hour when the sun just blaringly let it's rays hit his face, quickly, annoyingly, waking him up. The first thing he heard when he was fully out of sleep was the sounds of walking. Turning over, he saw Stephanie standing near the bathroom, arching her back slightly as she stretched. She looked like a tornado had hit her, and it perhaps was the first time he saw her as normal Stephanie McMahon. The other time, *that* night, he didn't really even bother looking. She was an annoyance to him, he barely paid attention.
He saw it this time, though. She probably was even acting more like herself under the false impression he was still asleep. She suddenly turned to him, and she caught his gaze.
"You're up?" she questioned.
"My eyes are open." he replied, smirking slightly. He sat up, stretching himself.
"Can I use your shower?" she asked.
"Go ahead." he nodded. He watched her disappear into the small room.
He stood up fully, yawning slightly. Walking over to his stuff, he pulled out a pair of pants and easily slipped them on. The sounds of the shower had gone on for awhile, and Chris ended up relaxing on his own bed, staring up at the ceiling. The phone suddenly sprang to life, and he went and grabbed it, picking it up.
"Hello?" he purposely kept his voice down.
"Did you get her?" the voice quickly asked. 'Vince, obviously.'
"Well..I didn't kidnap her.." he replied.
"You didn't!?"
"But I DO have.." he noticed Stephanie slowly walk out, wrapping her hair in a towel. "..a brand new umm..mop." Chris couldn't believe how stupid that sounded. She even turned to stare at him oddly.
"A mop?" Vince questioned, sounding confused.
"Yes, Perry. A um..mop. Moppy's cousin. You know, the one I was suppose to kidnap for you." Jericho tried not to look like he was lying his ass off. Luckily, Vince understood.
"Ooh. So you have her?"
"Yes, someone almost used her as some sort of cleaner, but I saved her. She's very happy here, and happy I saved her. She's ready to be picked up at any time." Chris kept hinting at what happened, hoping Vince would get it.
"Let me get this straight, you saved her? She's with you now, but not kidnapped?" Vince asked, trying to piece together his hints.
"Exactly, dogs drink donuts because it's the third week in December." Chris still felt her eyes on him. 'I HAD to say mop..'
"Perfect. You just keep her trust, and I'll work on my end of the deal. I'll call you later."
"All right, yes, I know pigs fly because fires tell them too. Goodbye." Jericho hung up, letting out a very small sigh of relief.
"What was that about?" Stephanie asked, curious. She looked like she was actually even about to laugh.
"Well, you know that Perry Saturn. Terri had her way on his old mop. Jealousy is such a fickle thing." Jericho replied, trying to sound calm about it. 'She bought it.' She giggled a bit at what he said.
"I suppose so. Hey, even I haven't been dumped because of a mop butting into my relationships yet." she grinned at him.
"I think it's one of those one-of-a-kind sort of things." he replied, letting out a chuckle. 'Man, how am I going to keep this up? I really need to start lying better..'
"Hey Chris.." he turned his full attention to her.
"Yeah?"
"Why did you save me?" she asked, suddenly, her tone serious.
For some reason, Chris was unsure himself. 'It was because I had to kidnap her, right..?'
She suddenly let go of him. 'Must have figured out who she was hugging..' She wiped at her face, trying to dry the last remaining tears. He noted she was shaking like a leaf, and looked like overall crap. Then again, she WAS almost assaulted, so he didn't really blame her. 'Wait, if she was just attacked by Heyman, she'll need a place to stay away from him. OK, Chris, work your charm..why do I feel bad for lying?'
"So what are you going to do now?" he asked softly, looking over at her. She shrugged, shaking her head.
"Not going back to them." she said bitterly. 'If you only knew, Steph..'
"Listen, this might sound a little crazy, but why don't you stay with me? I know I'm not exactly the best choice for a bunking partner, but besides me, you got no one in the WWF." he offered. 'That was pretty good, considering that I just lied my head off. Shit, I think she trusts me. Why do I suddenly wish we were fighting again?'
"All right." she nodded slowly. 'Well, now my mission for Vince is done. She's coming with me. OK, it wasn't exactly kidnapping, but right now it's the next best thing. Wait until she finds out I'm going to have to send her back..' He gave a weak smile at her.
"Come on, my car's over there.'he motioned to the direction and they both slowly walked to it. 'Heyman is a sick bastard, and now I'm no better..'
***
"Well, this is my room." Chris shrugged at her, dropping his stuff. She nodded silently. "I didn't have any drinks, did you?" That actually got a small chuckle out of her. "You can pick a bed."
By the time he got out of the bathroom, she had all ready picked her bed and had fallen asleep in it. He couldn't believe she fell asleep that quickly, so he softly moved over to her and peered down. 'Wow, she's not only asleep, she's in a deep sleep. Jesus, did that fucker Heyman not let her sleep or something?'
He moved to his own bed and laid down. 'I guess I can just pretend. Hey, this is war, after all. Only the strong survive. Why should I feel bad for her anyway? She's been a bitch to me since..um..well, it's been so long I can't even REMEMBER. I'll just keep this up. Hey, this'll be even easier then I thought at first. Now she can just think I'm being nice. I don't have to tie her up. Yes, this really is perfect. I just have to keep being friendly and it'll be in the bag..I won't feel bad. Why am I not believing myself?'
He closed his eyes, and after awhile, he fell into a restless sleep.
The morning came so alarmingly fast. It was like Chris had only slept an hour when the sun just blaringly let it's rays hit his face, quickly, annoyingly, waking him up. The first thing he heard when he was fully out of sleep was the sounds of walking. Turning over, he saw Stephanie standing near the bathroom, arching her back slightly as she stretched. She looked like a tornado had hit her, and it perhaps was the first time he saw her as normal Stephanie McMahon. The other time, *that* night, he didn't really even bother looking. She was an annoyance to him, he barely paid attention.
He saw it this time, though. She probably was even acting more like herself under the false impression he was still asleep. She suddenly turned to him, and she caught his gaze.
"You're up?" she questioned.
"My eyes are open." he replied, smirking slightly. He sat up, stretching himself.
"Can I use your shower?" she asked.
"Go ahead." he nodded. He watched her disappear into the small room.
He stood up fully, yawning slightly. Walking over to his stuff, he pulled out a pair of pants and easily slipped them on. The sounds of the shower had gone on for awhile, and Chris ended up relaxing on his own bed, staring up at the ceiling. The phone suddenly sprang to life, and he went and grabbed it, picking it up.
"Hello?" he purposely kept his voice down.
"Did you get her?" the voice quickly asked. 'Vince, obviously.'
"Well..I didn't kidnap her.." he replied.
"You didn't!?"
"But I DO have.." he noticed Stephanie slowly walk out, wrapping her hair in a towel. "..a brand new umm..mop." Chris couldn't believe how stupid that sounded. She even turned to stare at him oddly.
"A mop?" Vince questioned, sounding confused.
"Yes, Perry. A um..mop. Moppy's cousin. You know, the one I was suppose to kidnap for you." Jericho tried not to look like he was lying his ass off. Luckily, Vince understood.
"Ooh. So you have her?"
"Yes, someone almost used her as some sort of cleaner, but I saved her. She's very happy here, and happy I saved her. She's ready to be picked up at any time." Chris kept hinting at what happened, hoping Vince would get it.
"Let me get this straight, you saved her? She's with you now, but not kidnapped?" Vince asked, trying to piece together his hints.
"Exactly, dogs drink donuts because it's the third week in December." Chris still felt her eyes on him. 'I HAD to say mop..'
"Perfect. You just keep her trust, and I'll work on my end of the deal. I'll call you later."
"All right, yes, I know pigs fly because fires tell them too. Goodbye." Jericho hung up, letting out a very small sigh of relief.
"What was that about?" Stephanie asked, curious. She looked like she was actually even about to laugh.
"Well, you know that Perry Saturn. Terri had her way on his old mop. Jealousy is such a fickle thing." Jericho replied, trying to sound calm about it. 'She bought it.' She giggled a bit at what he said.
"I suppose so. Hey, even I haven't been dumped because of a mop butting into my relationships yet." she grinned at him.
"I think it's one of those one-of-a-kind sort of things." he replied, letting out a chuckle. 'Man, how am I going to keep this up? I really need to start lying better..'
"Hey Chris.." he turned his full attention to her.
"Yeah?"
"Why did you save me?" she asked, suddenly, her tone serious.
For some reason, Chris was unsure himself. 'It was because I had to kidnap her, right..?'