It was like waking up from a long dream. She opened her eyes, lazily, her sight blurring then focusing to it's usual state of seeing. Her head hurt, but it was a dull pain. She blinked a few times, trying to remember how she had gotten there. The memories came like broken glass, in little pieces, and all seemed to have a dream-like feel to them. In all of them , though, there was one constant.
Chris.
She looked down at herself, noticing the huge green shirt and large boxers hugging her body. She didn't know where they came from, that was one thing that she must have been fully unconcious during. Shrugging, she sat up, then felt something jab her side.
She looked down and found Chris Jericho, himself, sitting in a chair next to her bed, sleeping soundly, his feet a little on the bed, like a leg rest. Though it was raining outside, it was light, and she figured he must have slept by her side the entire night. She blinked, a little surprised. That wasn't exactly what she would expect from someone like..him.
She nudged Chris, wincing a little as the sun burn got a little aggravated by her movements. "Chris, wake up." she whispered. He stirred, opening his eyes. He blinked, still a little dazed.
"I'm up..really.." he yawned, stretching. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure." she replied. "Did you..how long have you been in that position?"
"Not long." he lied. She didn't look convinced. "All right, maybe a little while."
"You slept there all night didn't you?" she asked. He seemed visably embarrassed.
"..Maybe.." he shrugged. "It's no big deal." He stood up and blantly cracked his stiff back. "Ow." She stood up, stretching herself. "You know, you're not allowed outside again while you're with me. You ruined one of my shirts when ya puked all over me. I didn't know I digusted you that much." he grinned. He suddenly found her hugging his waist, and he blinked, a little shocked. "Um.."
"No one has ever done that for me." she told him. Chris turned visibly red, but patted her back in a sort of half-hug.
"Erm..it wasn't that big of a deal." he said, sounding a bit embarrassed. She let him go, suddenly turned red herself. Where had that come from?
"I'm sorry." she whispered, realizing she had just made a fool out of herself. She walked past him, not noticing the confused look on Chris's face.
She didn't want to go outside in the rain, so she instead sat all the way on the other end of the cabin, still in her big baggy clothing, sitting on the ledge by the biggest window in the area. She curled her knees to her chest, hiding her face in her arms. What had gotten into her? She was hugging her enemies now? Why didn't she hate him anymore? The cabin was driving her nuts, that had to be it.
"Steph?" she flinched at his voice.
"I'm sorry." she apologized again, not looking up.
"What, is hugging me that bad?" he asked, letting out a dry chuckle. He was trying to make her feel better, it seemed. "Hey, what are you getting all bent out of shape for?"
"Oh, I don't know.." she glanced up at him, actually letting out a slight glare. "I just hugged my enemy of a year, whom I'm stuck with for the next couple of days still. Why can't you just keep being a jerk? It was easier."
"Well I'm sorry I'm not up to your jerk standards." he scratched the back of his head. "Would you like me to do something to you? Name it, I'll do it." he grinned. "There's a pie in the--"
"Chris, it isn't funny." she informed him stubbornly. He sighed.
"What would you like me to do?" he asked, sitting on the other side of the ledge. "Because now it seems that when I'm nice to you, you get mad at that too."
"I'm not mad." she mumbled.
"Then why are you yelling at me for not being a jerk?" he asked. "That's the part I'm confused about."
"Well, why are you being nice to me?" she asked, suspiously. "I mean, for the last year you've been like..pissing me off every chance you had. Now you're sitting by my bedside when I'm sick? Chris, you don't even understand, no one has ever done that for me, no male anyway. Not my dad, not my brother, not even Hunter..there's something wrong with this picture."
"Yeah, you really need to get some nicer guys in your life." he grinned.
"No, you're up to something." she looked at him, giving him an accusing glance. "You cannot be the nicer guy. That's unbelievable."
"Steph, chill out." Chris rolled his eyes. "All I did was sit by you. I've done it before with Lita. She didn't go all crazy on me."
"Because Lita never hated you! I hated you." she informed him bluntly. "This is not suppose to be happening. You're suppose to be a jerk, I'm suppose to want to strangle you. Hell, you're even suppose to hate me, but you aren't showing that."
"I've never hated you." he blinked.
"Whatever." she mumbled.
"No, really!"
"Well, I've hated what you've stood for, but never you yourself. I don't hate people I don't know." he shrugged.
"For the past year you've done all that stuff because you didn't like what I STOOD for?" she asked, incrediously. He nodded. "How stupid is that?!"
"Not very stupid, actually." he grinned proudly.
"You've got to be kidding me." She groaned. "Listen, I'm sorry for freaking out, this never happened..none of this.." she shook her head.
"Um..if I am to forget this, you'll really need to stop looking like you're about to jump out of your skin if something touches you." he chuckled. She glared at him.
"Shut the hell up."
"There you go using my catch phrases again.."
****
"Think they patched it up yet?" Jeff asked Matt idly. Matt shrugged.
"I'm telling you, they don't like each other. I am not going to even think of what Chris is going to do to us..hell, especially to you." Matt shuddered. "Your neck is gonna be broken, man."
"He'll be coming back thanking me." Jeff said.
"A week with Stephanie McMahon? I still say we're going to find a dead body." Lita spoke up, snickering.
"You guys are so wrong." Jeff beamed. "I know what I'm talking about."
"I can't believe Vince bought your story." Shane rolled his eyes.
Jeff grinned. All right, so he lied a little to Vince. So he told Vince that Chris's grandmother died, even though to his knowledge Chris all ready used that excuse. Actually, the poor old lady had to have died at least a dozen times. The trick was to tell him when he's busy. Vince never paid attention at points like that.
"Like your excuse was any better." Jeff snickered.
"Hey, telling Heyman and Shane that their sister decided to head off on a little vacation for herself isn't bad. It's also slightly true." Shane explained.
"Well, you know if this plan doesn't go through.." Lita trailed off.
"Yep, I'll be getting the axe." Shane winced. "Gotta think positive though. Chris better be as charmingly idiotic as people say he is."
"Charmingly idiotic..that's a new one." Lita mused. "Usually he's just an idiot."
"Psh, you know if I wasn't around you'd be all over him." Matt laughed. Lita turned red.
"But the thing is you ARE around." Lita quickly replied, then grinned at him. "And if you want to stay around, sweetie.."
"All right, all right, I'll be quiet." Matt pouted.
"Wait a second, you liked Chris?" Jeff spoke up. He ducked as a towel was chucked at him. "It was just a question!"
"Either way, right about now HE better like HER, like YOU said." Shane said, pointing to Jeff. "And SHE better end up liking HIM as well."
"Relax." Jeff grinned. "Everything is under control."
"Well, you're the one picking them up, you better hope so." Matt chuckled.
"You're throwing me to the wolves alone?" Jeff asked, shocked.
"This was your idea, you deal with it." Matt responded, patting his brother's back. Jeff glared at him, then mumbled.
Chris.
She looked down at herself, noticing the huge green shirt and large boxers hugging her body. She didn't know where they came from, that was one thing that she must have been fully unconcious during. Shrugging, she sat up, then felt something jab her side.
She looked down and found Chris Jericho, himself, sitting in a chair next to her bed, sleeping soundly, his feet a little on the bed, like a leg rest. Though it was raining outside, it was light, and she figured he must have slept by her side the entire night. She blinked, a little surprised. That wasn't exactly what she would expect from someone like..him.
She nudged Chris, wincing a little as the sun burn got a little aggravated by her movements. "Chris, wake up." she whispered. He stirred, opening his eyes. He blinked, still a little dazed.
"I'm up..really.." he yawned, stretching. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure." she replied. "Did you..how long have you been in that position?"
"Not long." he lied. She didn't look convinced. "All right, maybe a little while."
"You slept there all night didn't you?" she asked. He seemed visably embarrassed.
"..Maybe.." he shrugged. "It's no big deal." He stood up and blantly cracked his stiff back. "Ow." She stood up, stretching herself. "You know, you're not allowed outside again while you're with me. You ruined one of my shirts when ya puked all over me. I didn't know I digusted you that much." he grinned. He suddenly found her hugging his waist, and he blinked, a little shocked. "Um.."
"No one has ever done that for me." she told him. Chris turned visibly red, but patted her back in a sort of half-hug.
"Erm..it wasn't that big of a deal." he said, sounding a bit embarrassed. She let him go, suddenly turned red herself. Where had that come from?
"I'm sorry." she whispered, realizing she had just made a fool out of herself. She walked past him, not noticing the confused look on Chris's face.
She didn't want to go outside in the rain, so she instead sat all the way on the other end of the cabin, still in her big baggy clothing, sitting on the ledge by the biggest window in the area. She curled her knees to her chest, hiding her face in her arms. What had gotten into her? She was hugging her enemies now? Why didn't she hate him anymore? The cabin was driving her nuts, that had to be it.
"Steph?" she flinched at his voice.
"I'm sorry." she apologized again, not looking up.
"What, is hugging me that bad?" he asked, letting out a dry chuckle. He was trying to make her feel better, it seemed. "Hey, what are you getting all bent out of shape for?"
"Oh, I don't know.." she glanced up at him, actually letting out a slight glare. "I just hugged my enemy of a year, whom I'm stuck with for the next couple of days still. Why can't you just keep being a jerk? It was easier."
"Well I'm sorry I'm not up to your jerk standards." he scratched the back of his head. "Would you like me to do something to you? Name it, I'll do it." he grinned. "There's a pie in the--"
"Chris, it isn't funny." she informed him stubbornly. He sighed.
"What would you like me to do?" he asked, sitting on the other side of the ledge. "Because now it seems that when I'm nice to you, you get mad at that too."
"I'm not mad." she mumbled.
"Then why are you yelling at me for not being a jerk?" he asked. "That's the part I'm confused about."
"Well, why are you being nice to me?" she asked, suspiously. "I mean, for the last year you've been like..pissing me off every chance you had. Now you're sitting by my bedside when I'm sick? Chris, you don't even understand, no one has ever done that for me, no male anyway. Not my dad, not my brother, not even Hunter..there's something wrong with this picture."
"Yeah, you really need to get some nicer guys in your life." he grinned.
"No, you're up to something." she looked at him, giving him an accusing glance. "You cannot be the nicer guy. That's unbelievable."
"Steph, chill out." Chris rolled his eyes. "All I did was sit by you. I've done it before with Lita. She didn't go all crazy on me."
"Because Lita never hated you! I hated you." she informed him bluntly. "This is not suppose to be happening. You're suppose to be a jerk, I'm suppose to want to strangle you. Hell, you're even suppose to hate me, but you aren't showing that."
"I've never hated you." he blinked.
"Whatever." she mumbled.
"No, really!"
"Well, I've hated what you've stood for, but never you yourself. I don't hate people I don't know." he shrugged.
"For the past year you've done all that stuff because you didn't like what I STOOD for?" she asked, incrediously. He nodded. "How stupid is that?!"
"Not very stupid, actually." he grinned proudly.
"You've got to be kidding me." She groaned. "Listen, I'm sorry for freaking out, this never happened..none of this.." she shook her head.
"Um..if I am to forget this, you'll really need to stop looking like you're about to jump out of your skin if something touches you." he chuckled. She glared at him.
"Shut the hell up."
"There you go using my catch phrases again.."
****
"Think they patched it up yet?" Jeff asked Matt idly. Matt shrugged.
"I'm telling you, they don't like each other. I am not going to even think of what Chris is going to do to us..hell, especially to you." Matt shuddered. "Your neck is gonna be broken, man."
"He'll be coming back thanking me." Jeff said.
"A week with Stephanie McMahon? I still say we're going to find a dead body." Lita spoke up, snickering.
"You guys are so wrong." Jeff beamed. "I know what I'm talking about."
"I can't believe Vince bought your story." Shane rolled his eyes.
Jeff grinned. All right, so he lied a little to Vince. So he told Vince that Chris's grandmother died, even though to his knowledge Chris all ready used that excuse. Actually, the poor old lady had to have died at least a dozen times. The trick was to tell him when he's busy. Vince never paid attention at points like that.
"Like your excuse was any better." Jeff snickered.
"Hey, telling Heyman and Shane that their sister decided to head off on a little vacation for herself isn't bad. It's also slightly true." Shane explained.
"Well, you know if this plan doesn't go through.." Lita trailed off.
"Yep, I'll be getting the axe." Shane winced. "Gotta think positive though. Chris better be as charmingly idiotic as people say he is."
"Charmingly idiotic..that's a new one." Lita mused. "Usually he's just an idiot."
"Psh, you know if I wasn't around you'd be all over him." Matt laughed. Lita turned red.
"But the thing is you ARE around." Lita quickly replied, then grinned at him. "And if you want to stay around, sweetie.."
"All right, all right, I'll be quiet." Matt pouted.
"Wait a second, you liked Chris?" Jeff spoke up. He ducked as a towel was chucked at him. "It was just a question!"
"Either way, right about now HE better like HER, like YOU said." Shane said, pointing to Jeff. "And SHE better end up liking HIM as well."
"Relax." Jeff grinned. "Everything is under control."
"Well, you're the one picking them up, you better hope so." Matt chuckled.
"You're throwing me to the wolves alone?" Jeff asked, shocked.
"This was your idea, you deal with it." Matt responded, patting his brother's back. Jeff glared at him, then mumbled.