The rest of the day, neither even looked at each other. It seemed Jeff's plan was falling apart. She had made herself a small sandwich for dinner, then retired to the den where she worked on the stuff she had been planning on working on before she found out Shane had decieved her. She found it impossible to concentrate.
She glanced over her shoulder, towards him. He had been glued to the television screen for a few hours at that point. She wasn't even sure he knew what he was watching anymore. She sighed, looking back at her papers, but her mind remained on him.
She knew if he was just nicer..but he wasn't, and that was the thing. She wasn't even sure what she did to deserve such hatred toward her, she didn't do anything that was so out of the ordinary to him. He had gotten ten times worse for his mouth then what she had dished out. The worst he got from her was a few gores, that, though painful, really weren't life threatening unless you were gored through something REALLY hard.
Either way, his mean streak just got to her, and that was why she hated him with a passion. Of course she wasn't so over that she wouldn't admit to the fact that the guy did have looks, but it just got overshadowed by his mouth. She would never get along with him just for that point.
After awhile, she knew her attempts at working were futile. She gathered her stuff, stacking it into a pile. What a waste of time this was. She was going to wring Shane's neck when he came to pick her up. She was a busy woman, she didn't have time to bicker an entire week with some idiot. Stalking towards the bedroom, she didn't even bother to glance at him again. He would be in the same position anyway.
She got into her sweats and slipped into bed. After a few minutes, she managed to fall asleep, though it would end up to be short-lived. She awoke a few hours later, suddenly feeling warm air rush at her instead of the air conditioning. She opened her eyes tiredly, to find herself looking at Jericho standing out on the balcony, looking up. Forgetting the fact she was having an ongoing silent treatment, she slipped out of bed and walked toward him.
"What are you looking at?" she asked, more curious then annoyed that he had woken her up. He glanced toward her, then shrugged.
"The stars." he replied simply. She glanced up too, and realized why he was looking so long. "I thought you weren't talking to me."
"Oh, wow!" she said, sounding awed, pretending he hadn't mentioned her little outburst of earlier. The sky was crystal clear, she had never seen anything like it. The stars were perfectly visible, hell, they gave off light, just like the moon did. "I've never seen anything like it.."
"You've never seen stars?" he asked.
"Well, of course I've seen them but not this clear." she explained, her eyes still heaven-ward.
"You should check out Canada." Jericho grinned. "Stars like these are easily seen."
"I've been to Canada before." she said, looking at him. "Though, I don't think I ever bothered to look up."
"I would think you only went there on business." he shrugged. "It's a great place to relax though."
"Daddy took me when I was younger..probably around 19..wanted me to check out the talent with him." she shrugged. "I saw a lot of the insides of all those training centers though. I was there half the time, watching my father."
"Sounds boring." he commented. She nodded.
"Business is business, he used to say." she grinned. "I don't think he ever thought I'd get into it. Ever."
"But now you're screwin' him over." he smirked. "Pretty big change, I'll say."
"It was Shane's idea." she shrugged. "I just went along with it. My dad deserves it. You never saw what he did to me, his own daughter.."
"I guess you're talking about him letting UT sacrifice you or whatever.." she nodded. "But, if you ask me, you're making more people suffer then just your dad."
"That wasn't my idea." she interjected. "I never wanted it to go this far. I wanted to take money out of my dad's wallet, that's all. I'm just following Shane and Paul now."
"I was just saying." he shrugged. "I don't really care what you do. I just know I'm not going down without a fight." He glanced at her. "Whatever you guys throw at me."
"You know, I don't understand you." she replied. "Why are you fighting for my dad? He's been more of a jerk to you then I ever have been." He stood up straight from his leaning position, looking her straight in the eyes.
"I'm not fighting for him." he explained. "I'm fighting for my company, and my friends in it. I'm loyal to the company that, though has given me some challanges, always ended up being there for me. You don't understand that, no one is fighting for Vince at all. The Alliance is fighting for someone."
"And who is that?" she asked, smirking.
"Paul Heyman." he responded, turning. She watched him walk back to his bed, knowing she could respond in some way, but realizing that she might not believe herself if she did.
****
Chris sighed. Second day in the cabin, he was all ready bored. He longed for more contact then just the very cranky Mrs McMahon-Helmsley. She seemed a lot quieter then the day before, it was like something was bugging her. He didn't bother asking, he'd probably just end up being the recipient of another angry glare. She really wasn't a friendly person..
He was wasting the day away by watching TV and stuffing himself with popcorn. Nibblers was about as lazy as him, sitting curled up against his leg. It was still weird having the thing around, considering most squirrels were scary little things that Chris had had many run-ins with, and all turned out to be him being chased by the little suckers.
He was so bored he had gotten to the point he was watching reruns of those old shows that his parents used to watch when he was little. He stretched out at one point, scratching his side. he glanced around then, realizing he hadn't been yelled at for a good 2 hours. She was no where to be seen.
He left the house to find her lying in the sun. If Jericho didn't know better, he could actually let himself think that she looked pretty good in her bikini. Thing was, she looked like she was frying, and she was asleep as well. He walked over, peering down at her.
"I think you're overcooked." he commented, poking her lightly. She opened her eyes, looking up at him.
"Oh my god!" she yelped, surprised that he was standing over her. "..What time is it?"
"No clue, but I haven't seen you for two hours, so I think you've been cooking that long." he explained. "You better get inside." She groaned and got up, following him inside.
And boy, was he right. By the time dinner came around, she was still in that bikini, only it was because she had to put icepacks on her aching burn. He tried not to snigger as she stretched out on the couch, wincing in pain, covered in a horde of ice.
"You look like a tomato." he snickered.
"Chris, if I could get up, I'd strangle you. Let's call it a rain check."
"Sun check." He grinned as she turned her head slightly to glare at him.
"Ooh, it hurts.." she winced.
"I suppose you want me to find something else, huh?" he rolled his eyes. HE was the one who had to find her that ice.
"This IS your fault." she pouted.
"My fault? You were the idiot who went to sleep in the sun!" he mumbled.
"You should have woke me up. Now go." she commanded. Knowing he would have to listen to her bitch all night if he didn't, he did as he was asked.
He looked through Jeff's medicine cabinet. Then he spotted it, the odd green goo that he himself always used on burns like that. Grabbing it, he walked back to her, showing it to her proudly.
"This stuff kicks ass." he explained to her as she glanced sleepily at it.
"Good. Use it." he looked at her and noticed she was in some sort of daze, and he wondered if she had a slight case of sun poisoning. Still now she was requesting him to actually touch her body, even if it was just putting on some of the gooey crap. No normal Stephanie would request that, even if she was dying from it.
He looked at her leg. It was pretty red. If she had stayed out there any longer, she probably would have a full blown case of it, which would have not been good considering the fact the hospital was unreachable. "I don't know what I did to deserve this.." he mumbled under his breath, squirting some of the stuff on his hand. "Just hold still."
"Mmhmm.." she nodded slightly, then winced. He let his hand slide across her leg, and she seemed to just twitch. He stopped just at her knee, not wanting to go any more up. She could do that herself when she was fully awake. He did the same with her other leg. He pulled off the remaining ice packs, trying not to laugh at how ironic it was that around the same time yesterday they weren't even speaking to each other.
He made sure to do her stomach quick, and he felt her abs convulse at his touch. She was obviously ticklish. He made quick work of that, then followed up by finishing up with her arms and face. By the time he was done, she was peacefully asleep. Walking to the sink, he washed his hands off, then put the bottle down. He couldn't believe he had just done that, perhaps being stuck in the cabin was driving him insane.
He rolled his eyes, noting that she was suddenly shivering. Mumbling something about damning his good nature, he grabbed a blanket and drapped it over her. She stopped pretty quickly, and again was silent.
She remained there the rest of the night, sometimes waking up a little, but ultimately falling asleep again. He just let her rest, hoping the sickness would get out of her system by the morning. He remembered when his friend got a little case of it..it wasn't pretty at all..
She glanced over her shoulder, towards him. He had been glued to the television screen for a few hours at that point. She wasn't even sure he knew what he was watching anymore. She sighed, looking back at her papers, but her mind remained on him.
She knew if he was just nicer..but he wasn't, and that was the thing. She wasn't even sure what she did to deserve such hatred toward her, she didn't do anything that was so out of the ordinary to him. He had gotten ten times worse for his mouth then what she had dished out. The worst he got from her was a few gores, that, though painful, really weren't life threatening unless you were gored through something REALLY hard.
Either way, his mean streak just got to her, and that was why she hated him with a passion. Of course she wasn't so over that she wouldn't admit to the fact that the guy did have looks, but it just got overshadowed by his mouth. She would never get along with him just for that point.
After awhile, she knew her attempts at working were futile. She gathered her stuff, stacking it into a pile. What a waste of time this was. She was going to wring Shane's neck when he came to pick her up. She was a busy woman, she didn't have time to bicker an entire week with some idiot. Stalking towards the bedroom, she didn't even bother to glance at him again. He would be in the same position anyway.
She got into her sweats and slipped into bed. After a few minutes, she managed to fall asleep, though it would end up to be short-lived. She awoke a few hours later, suddenly feeling warm air rush at her instead of the air conditioning. She opened her eyes tiredly, to find herself looking at Jericho standing out on the balcony, looking up. Forgetting the fact she was having an ongoing silent treatment, she slipped out of bed and walked toward him.
"What are you looking at?" she asked, more curious then annoyed that he had woken her up. He glanced toward her, then shrugged.
"The stars." he replied simply. She glanced up too, and realized why he was looking so long. "I thought you weren't talking to me."
"Oh, wow!" she said, sounding awed, pretending he hadn't mentioned her little outburst of earlier. The sky was crystal clear, she had never seen anything like it. The stars were perfectly visible, hell, they gave off light, just like the moon did. "I've never seen anything like it.."
"You've never seen stars?" he asked.
"Well, of course I've seen them but not this clear." she explained, her eyes still heaven-ward.
"You should check out Canada." Jericho grinned. "Stars like these are easily seen."
"I've been to Canada before." she said, looking at him. "Though, I don't think I ever bothered to look up."
"I would think you only went there on business." he shrugged. "It's a great place to relax though."
"Daddy took me when I was younger..probably around 19..wanted me to check out the talent with him." she shrugged. "I saw a lot of the insides of all those training centers though. I was there half the time, watching my father."
"Sounds boring." he commented. She nodded.
"Business is business, he used to say." she grinned. "I don't think he ever thought I'd get into it. Ever."
"But now you're screwin' him over." he smirked. "Pretty big change, I'll say."
"It was Shane's idea." she shrugged. "I just went along with it. My dad deserves it. You never saw what he did to me, his own daughter.."
"I guess you're talking about him letting UT sacrifice you or whatever.." she nodded. "But, if you ask me, you're making more people suffer then just your dad."
"That wasn't my idea." she interjected. "I never wanted it to go this far. I wanted to take money out of my dad's wallet, that's all. I'm just following Shane and Paul now."
"I was just saying." he shrugged. "I don't really care what you do. I just know I'm not going down without a fight." He glanced at her. "Whatever you guys throw at me."
"You know, I don't understand you." she replied. "Why are you fighting for my dad? He's been more of a jerk to you then I ever have been." He stood up straight from his leaning position, looking her straight in the eyes.
"I'm not fighting for him." he explained. "I'm fighting for my company, and my friends in it. I'm loyal to the company that, though has given me some challanges, always ended up being there for me. You don't understand that, no one is fighting for Vince at all. The Alliance is fighting for someone."
"And who is that?" she asked, smirking.
"Paul Heyman." he responded, turning. She watched him walk back to his bed, knowing she could respond in some way, but realizing that she might not believe herself if she did.
****
Chris sighed. Second day in the cabin, he was all ready bored. He longed for more contact then just the very cranky Mrs McMahon-Helmsley. She seemed a lot quieter then the day before, it was like something was bugging her. He didn't bother asking, he'd probably just end up being the recipient of another angry glare. She really wasn't a friendly person..
He was wasting the day away by watching TV and stuffing himself with popcorn. Nibblers was about as lazy as him, sitting curled up against his leg. It was still weird having the thing around, considering most squirrels were scary little things that Chris had had many run-ins with, and all turned out to be him being chased by the little suckers.
He was so bored he had gotten to the point he was watching reruns of those old shows that his parents used to watch when he was little. He stretched out at one point, scratching his side. he glanced around then, realizing he hadn't been yelled at for a good 2 hours. She was no where to be seen.
He left the house to find her lying in the sun. If Jericho didn't know better, he could actually let himself think that she looked pretty good in her bikini. Thing was, she looked like she was frying, and she was asleep as well. He walked over, peering down at her.
"I think you're overcooked." he commented, poking her lightly. She opened her eyes, looking up at him.
"Oh my god!" she yelped, surprised that he was standing over her. "..What time is it?"
"No clue, but I haven't seen you for two hours, so I think you've been cooking that long." he explained. "You better get inside." She groaned and got up, following him inside.
And boy, was he right. By the time dinner came around, she was still in that bikini, only it was because she had to put icepacks on her aching burn. He tried not to snigger as she stretched out on the couch, wincing in pain, covered in a horde of ice.
"You look like a tomato." he snickered.
"Chris, if I could get up, I'd strangle you. Let's call it a rain check."
"Sun check." He grinned as she turned her head slightly to glare at him.
"Ooh, it hurts.." she winced.
"I suppose you want me to find something else, huh?" he rolled his eyes. HE was the one who had to find her that ice.
"This IS your fault." she pouted.
"My fault? You were the idiot who went to sleep in the sun!" he mumbled.
"You should have woke me up. Now go." she commanded. Knowing he would have to listen to her bitch all night if he didn't, he did as he was asked.
He looked through Jeff's medicine cabinet. Then he spotted it, the odd green goo that he himself always used on burns like that. Grabbing it, he walked back to her, showing it to her proudly.
"This stuff kicks ass." he explained to her as she glanced sleepily at it.
"Good. Use it." he looked at her and noticed she was in some sort of daze, and he wondered if she had a slight case of sun poisoning. Still now she was requesting him to actually touch her body, even if it was just putting on some of the gooey crap. No normal Stephanie would request that, even if she was dying from it.
He looked at her leg. It was pretty red. If she had stayed out there any longer, she probably would have a full blown case of it, which would have not been good considering the fact the hospital was unreachable. "I don't know what I did to deserve this.." he mumbled under his breath, squirting some of the stuff on his hand. "Just hold still."
"Mmhmm.." she nodded slightly, then winced. He let his hand slide across her leg, and she seemed to just twitch. He stopped just at her knee, not wanting to go any more up. She could do that herself when she was fully awake. He did the same with her other leg. He pulled off the remaining ice packs, trying not to laugh at how ironic it was that around the same time yesterday they weren't even speaking to each other.
He made sure to do her stomach quick, and he felt her abs convulse at his touch. She was obviously ticklish. He made quick work of that, then followed up by finishing up with her arms and face. By the time he was done, she was peacefully asleep. Walking to the sink, he washed his hands off, then put the bottle down. He couldn't believe he had just done that, perhaps being stuck in the cabin was driving him insane.
He rolled his eyes, noting that she was suddenly shivering. Mumbling something about damning his good nature, he grabbed a blanket and drapped it over her. She stopped pretty quickly, and again was silent.
She remained there the rest of the night, sometimes waking up a little, but ultimately falling asleep again. He just let her rest, hoping the sickness would get out of her system by the morning. He remembered when his friend got a little case of it..it wasn't pretty at all..