Message Through a Wire
A fic by the Angel
Chapter Nine: What's This Tingly Feeling? It's Love, Steph!
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"Aren't we all dressed up, Sis?" Shane commented. Stephanie was dressed in silk, periwinkle tube top and stretchy black pants. Her periwinkle toes seeped out of clunky sandals. "Yes, we are." Stephanie said proudly.
Shane bit into an apple. "Going to see Hunter?" Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "Who? Oh, yeah! Hunter. Triple H. My husband. Yes, I am going to see him now." Shane smiled. "He's in Alabama."
"How far is Texas from Alabama?" Stephanie asked simply. Shane walked away, giving his sister a dirty look. "Damn," Stephanie sighed. "Ever hear of privacy?" She mumbled.
She headed out the door, but was meant by Chris. "Hey." He grinned. "You look fantastic." Stephanie smiled. "Thanks. You look good too. But we can't meet here." Chris frowned. "Why not?"
"Because," Stephanie hissed, "the Alliance will know that we're together. I already lied to Shane that I was going to see Hunter." Chris had a quizzical look on his face. "But he's in Alabama-"
"I know!" Stephanie groaned. "Come on, let's go." Stephanie grabbed Chris's hand as she led him out of the arena. "Where are we going?" She asked him. Chris grinned. "Somewhere nice."
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As Chris and Stephanie sat in the diner, both gnawing on bread and vegetables, Chris laughed. "I never thought I'd see the day that I'd be sitting across from you at a table, not throwing insults at your face."
"Believe me, Chris. I thought that too." Stephanie smiled as she took another swig of her water. "Can we order? I am starving!" Stephanie complained. Chris nodded and snapped his fingers. "Waiter!"
"Mr. Jericho, Miss McMahon, can I help you?" The waiter asked. Stephanie and Chris glanced at each other and grinned. "Yes, I would like a bottle of white wine, and as for the dinner, I would like the Escargot."
Chris gagged. "Snails?" He whispered. "Mr. Jericho, you're order, please?" The waiter asked, waiting. Chris looked to Steph. "Try Escargot," She encouraged. "It's very good. Tastes like shrimp."
"I will also have the Escargot," Chris smiled happily.
Steph didn't know what it is. When Chris smiled, she smiled. When he laughed, even if something wasn't funny, she laughed. And now just the sight of him made her feel tingly. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"Something wrong, Steph?" Chris asked. Stephanie got up. "I need to use the Ladies Room, excuse me." She mad dash to the pink door. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked the same. She stood sideways and checked her stomach. She looked the same.
But inside, it was like she got thirty thousand electric volts of lightening. She sighed. "No. It can't be."
Yes, it can be, Stephanie McMahon Helmsley. You're in love with Chris Jericho.