Chris watched the rain splatter against the window. It was even worse being stuck in the cabin without being able to go outside. The rain was coming down harder it seemed, then it was when Chris woke up that morning. That morning..
She really hadn't spoken since what happened happened. He glanced at her, she was curled up on the couch, just sort of staring off into space. She must have had full blown cabin fever earlier, or something of that sort. She had hugged him. He wasn't expecting it, but he didn't mind it. He could have laughed, just a few days before he would have never thought hugging any McMahon wouldn't make him even a little squimish.
Then again, a few days ago, he didn't think there was a McMahon who'd hug him. Well, OK, maybe Vince, but luckily he was too busy hugging Kurt. Hey, power to him.
He paused, thinking of Vince. From the way Stephanie reacted, it didn't seem he was too huggy with her. Chris didn't actually know why he had freaked out the day before when she got sick, and frankly it freaked him out as well--in a non-verbal way, of course. What he was quickly learning about Stephanie was that she wore her heart on her sleeve so to speak, and she didn't seem to like being like that.
That was when the lights went out.
He blinked. "Just great.." he mumbled. He let out a yelp when he felt something touch his shoulder.
"It's just me." a voice from the darkness whispered. He glanced into the darkness, using the feeble light coming out of the window to see.
"Steph?" he asked, barely making out her body shape. She walked closer.
"The lights went out." she informed.
"Brilliant deduction." he chuckled dryly. "I'll go out and kick in the back-up."
"Outside? Now?" Stephanie asked, sounding incredulous.
"Yeah." he stood up, walking to the kitchen area, grabbing a flashlight from a large drawer which seemed to have a few of them. He walked to Stephanie and gave her one of her own. "I'll have the lights back on in a second." He switched on the flashlight, pointing it at her. "Stay here."
"Chris.." she sounded worried.
"Hey, I'll be fine. It's just a little rain." he grinned.
"That's coming in sheets. Chris, the wind's insane out there too. Don't be stupid, we can be in the dark for awhile." she replied.
"You need to calm down." he chuckled, opening the door, the rain smashing him and her all ready. He turned around. "I'll be back."
"Chris..!" she cried out, suddenly pulling him toward her. They both tumbled to the ground, him land on top of her. Chris heard a smash and he managed to dazedly look up to see a very very big stick had just smashed through the door. The rain and wind flung it so hard it probably would have pierced him in the back. It pierced a small glass window instead.
"Chris..can you..um.." her voice was muffled, and he turned red when he realized her was basically lying on her. He rolled off her, staring even more at the destroyed window that could have been him.
"Oh my god." was all he managed to utter. The wind flew in through the window and slammed the door shut.
"Are you all right?" she asked. She was kneeling beside him, taking one of his arms into her hand. He looked down at it, he was so numb from shock he didn't even notice that his arm was bleeding from landing on the cabin's floor. His arm must have caught on a nail or something. Thank god for those tetanus shots. The blood was flowing a good amount, not too bad but enough that it ended up on her hands.
"You saved me." he finally said, looking at her.
"We need to stop this from bleeding. Stay there." He did as he was told, clutching his arm, but still not exactly all there enough to feel it. He could barely believe what had just happened. He saw a light coming toward him, and of course it was Stephanie, who now had a First Aid kit.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"I'm not sure." he replied honestly. She shook her head and chuckled.
"You're a stubborn bastard." she shook her head, letting out a small laugh. He managed a weak smile. He watched her silently take out a large cotton cloth and an unmarked bottle. She poured some on the contents onto the cloth. "Hold still, this is going to hurt like a bitch."
He groaned when it touched his sore. "Oww! OW!" He winced, feeling the medicine seeping into the wound.
"Stop being such a baby." she smirked, putting more on and applying it again. "If I don't do this it'll get infected and you'll have to be Chris Jericho the one armed wrestler."
"I can dress up like a pirate!" he replied proudly, pushing the shock away.
"Um..Chris, pirates are missing a leg and an eye, not an arm." she informed, smirking.
"Damn." he mumbled.
"See? Not so bad." she grinned, noticing he wasn't wincing as much anymore.
"I guess so." he shrugged. He looked at her. "You realize you just saved me, right?"
"Think nothing of it." she winked at him. "That's what you get for not listening to me."
"Shaddup." he mumbled. She laughed a bit, pulling out a large wrap-around bandage.
"I'm going to make this tight to stop the blood, OK?" she asked.
"All right.." he trailed off, watching her try to carefully wrap his arm without hurting him. After she finished, she peered at him, the only light offered was at that point flooding out through the little flashlight.
"That should be goo--"
He leaned forward and kissed her. He was probably more surprised then her when she didn't pull back.
****
She wondered why now it felt even more weird then it did when she found out she had to be with him the entire week. The kiss..it was so perfect, so nice..and because of that, it scared her. She wasn't suppose to enjoy that. She was Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, she was married and she also was suppose to hate him with a passion.
She had a feeling of passion all right, but it wasn't hatred.
What scared her was that she knew what had happened was something she had wanted for a long, long time. She, the biggest businesswoman in any federation at that point, had a crush on a loud mouthed, disrespectful, obnixous guy that wasn't even in her company. Then the little voice inside her reminded her that he also was the only guy that had ever cared about her, and even after all that she had done to him!
They had started the fireplace, because it was actually pretty cold in the house. The storm was still raging, and the wind kept making the rain splash against the windows, making them rattle loudly. The fact they were dripping wet didn't help. Neither of them wanted to attempt to look for anything in the dark, so instead they got the fireplace working.
She was curled up against him, on the couch near the fireplace. His arm had ended up around her, resting idly on her side. Hise bandaged arm was resting on the arm rest. She was really dozing at that point, the warm glow making her tired. They hadn't said a word to each other since the kiss, but instead let the silence talk for them. She knew her sun burn was not agreeing with all the contact, but she could care less.
He was asleep, he had been for a good 15 minutes. She watched him for awhile, still not fully believing what was happening. Stephanie McMahon, cuddled against her old enemy. Chris really needed to learn how to keep people mad at him.
She sighed, her mind quickly reminding her that she would not be in the cabin forever. This wasn't reality. This would never be able to go on once they were freed from the high tech prison they were locked in. She didn't want to think about it, but if it continued how it was, she would find herself really attached to him. She so wanted to be, but knew if it happened..
She softly got up, guiding his hand to his own side. She looked at him sleeping, then leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. He only twitched, and she smiled sadly. "I'm sorry." she whispered to his sleeping form. She knew what she was going to have to do, and she didn't like it.
She was going to have to break his heart.
She really hadn't spoken since what happened happened. He glanced at her, she was curled up on the couch, just sort of staring off into space. She must have had full blown cabin fever earlier, or something of that sort. She had hugged him. He wasn't expecting it, but he didn't mind it. He could have laughed, just a few days before he would have never thought hugging any McMahon wouldn't make him even a little squimish.
Then again, a few days ago, he didn't think there was a McMahon who'd hug him. Well, OK, maybe Vince, but luckily he was too busy hugging Kurt. Hey, power to him.
He paused, thinking of Vince. From the way Stephanie reacted, it didn't seem he was too huggy with her. Chris didn't actually know why he had freaked out the day before when she got sick, and frankly it freaked him out as well--in a non-verbal way, of course. What he was quickly learning about Stephanie was that she wore her heart on her sleeve so to speak, and she didn't seem to like being like that.
That was when the lights went out.
He blinked. "Just great.." he mumbled. He let out a yelp when he felt something touch his shoulder.
"It's just me." a voice from the darkness whispered. He glanced into the darkness, using the feeble light coming out of the window to see.
"Steph?" he asked, barely making out her body shape. She walked closer.
"The lights went out." she informed.
"Brilliant deduction." he chuckled dryly. "I'll go out and kick in the back-up."
"Outside? Now?" Stephanie asked, sounding incredulous.
"Yeah." he stood up, walking to the kitchen area, grabbing a flashlight from a large drawer which seemed to have a few of them. He walked to Stephanie and gave her one of her own. "I'll have the lights back on in a second." He switched on the flashlight, pointing it at her. "Stay here."
"Chris.." she sounded worried.
"Hey, I'll be fine. It's just a little rain." he grinned.
"That's coming in sheets. Chris, the wind's insane out there too. Don't be stupid, we can be in the dark for awhile." she replied.
"You need to calm down." he chuckled, opening the door, the rain smashing him and her all ready. He turned around. "I'll be back."
"Chris..!" she cried out, suddenly pulling him toward her. They both tumbled to the ground, him land on top of her. Chris heard a smash and he managed to dazedly look up to see a very very big stick had just smashed through the door. The rain and wind flung it so hard it probably would have pierced him in the back. It pierced a small glass window instead.
"Chris..can you..um.." her voice was muffled, and he turned red when he realized her was basically lying on her. He rolled off her, staring even more at the destroyed window that could have been him.
"Oh my god." was all he managed to utter. The wind flew in through the window and slammed the door shut.
"Are you all right?" she asked. She was kneeling beside him, taking one of his arms into her hand. He looked down at it, he was so numb from shock he didn't even notice that his arm was bleeding from landing on the cabin's floor. His arm must have caught on a nail or something. Thank god for those tetanus shots. The blood was flowing a good amount, not too bad but enough that it ended up on her hands.
"You saved me." he finally said, looking at her.
"We need to stop this from bleeding. Stay there." He did as he was told, clutching his arm, but still not exactly all there enough to feel it. He could barely believe what had just happened. He saw a light coming toward him, and of course it was Stephanie, who now had a First Aid kit.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"I'm not sure." he replied honestly. She shook her head and chuckled.
"You're a stubborn bastard." she shook her head, letting out a small laugh. He managed a weak smile. He watched her silently take out a large cotton cloth and an unmarked bottle. She poured some on the contents onto the cloth. "Hold still, this is going to hurt like a bitch."
He groaned when it touched his sore. "Oww! OW!" He winced, feeling the medicine seeping into the wound.
"Stop being such a baby." she smirked, putting more on and applying it again. "If I don't do this it'll get infected and you'll have to be Chris Jericho the one armed wrestler."
"I can dress up like a pirate!" he replied proudly, pushing the shock away.
"Um..Chris, pirates are missing a leg and an eye, not an arm." she informed, smirking.
"Damn." he mumbled.
"See? Not so bad." she grinned, noticing he wasn't wincing as much anymore.
"I guess so." he shrugged. He looked at her. "You realize you just saved me, right?"
"Think nothing of it." she winked at him. "That's what you get for not listening to me."
"Shaddup." he mumbled. She laughed a bit, pulling out a large wrap-around bandage.
"I'm going to make this tight to stop the blood, OK?" she asked.
"All right.." he trailed off, watching her try to carefully wrap his arm without hurting him. After she finished, she peered at him, the only light offered was at that point flooding out through the little flashlight.
"That should be goo--"
He leaned forward and kissed her. He was probably more surprised then her when she didn't pull back.
****
She wondered why now it felt even more weird then it did when she found out she had to be with him the entire week. The kiss..it was so perfect, so nice..and because of that, it scared her. She wasn't suppose to enjoy that. She was Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, she was married and she also was suppose to hate him with a passion.
She had a feeling of passion all right, but it wasn't hatred.
What scared her was that she knew what had happened was something she had wanted for a long, long time. She, the biggest businesswoman in any federation at that point, had a crush on a loud mouthed, disrespectful, obnixous guy that wasn't even in her company. Then the little voice inside her reminded her that he also was the only guy that had ever cared about her, and even after all that she had done to him!
They had started the fireplace, because it was actually pretty cold in the house. The storm was still raging, and the wind kept making the rain splash against the windows, making them rattle loudly. The fact they were dripping wet didn't help. Neither of them wanted to attempt to look for anything in the dark, so instead they got the fireplace working.
She was curled up against him, on the couch near the fireplace. His arm had ended up around her, resting idly on her side. Hise bandaged arm was resting on the arm rest. She was really dozing at that point, the warm glow making her tired. They hadn't said a word to each other since the kiss, but instead let the silence talk for them. She knew her sun burn was not agreeing with all the contact, but she could care less.
He was asleep, he had been for a good 15 minutes. She watched him for awhile, still not fully believing what was happening. Stephanie McMahon, cuddled against her old enemy. Chris really needed to learn how to keep people mad at him.
She sighed, her mind quickly reminding her that she would not be in the cabin forever. This wasn't reality. This would never be able to go on once they were freed from the high tech prison they were locked in. She didn't want to think about it, but if it continued how it was, she would find herself really attached to him. She so wanted to be, but knew if it happened..
She softly got up, guiding his hand to his own side. She looked at him sleeping, then leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. He only twitched, and she smiled sadly. "I'm sorry." she whispered to his sleeping form. She knew what she was going to have to do, and she didn't like it.
She was going to have to break his heart.