"There's so many reasons,
That I find to run to you.
'Cause there's so little loving,
In my life now I'm away..
And thinking about it,
I want things back how they used to be.
'Cause there's no way around it,
Nothing good comes easily.
So much between us,
And we both know that it's wrong.
So I keep waiting
'til I'm back where I belong..
So here I am,
All by myself.
Thinking of you,
Nobody else.
There's a feeling inside,
And as hard as I try,
It just won't go away.
Are you finding it hard all on your own,
Having to face each night alone?
Knowing that you are the one,
With the love that I need.
And I miss you more each day.."
"Damnit!" Shane watched as Stephanie basically slam her radio off. Shane blinked, a little confused.
"Um..Steph, sis, I know you don't like pop songs but.." She realized what she did and she tried not to blush.
"Sorry, can't help it." she mumbled, lying. He shook his head.
"You OK? You've been really..I don't know..sort of down since you came from that vacation." he peered at her curiously.
"I'm fine." she snapped, not really meaning to be angry. She was more really really depressed, and Shane probing her..it was getting her edgy.
"All right, I can see you're not in such a great mood.." he said, sounding like he was understating it. "So, speaking of your vacation, how was it? Shane told me that you decided to take an unexpected one."
So that was what he said. She had all ready talked to Shane, promised him she wasn't really mad, but told him not to try it again. She wasn't going to beat him up, if she could, like Chris did to Jeff. He had to have a black eye from that. It was almost funny, and she would have laughed if she was allowed too.
"It was nice." she shrugged.
"Whatcha do there?" he questioned.
"Relaxed. I didn't get too much work done, unfortunantly."
"You work too hard, sis." he shook his head. She smiled slightly as he placed a small brotherly kiss on her temple. "How's Hunter, by the way?"
"Divorce papers came in when I was gone." she rolled her eyes. He frowned.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not." she smirked. "They're all ready sent back. He can't get shit from me, you remember the deal we signed."
"Yep, what's yours is yours, what's his is his. A pretty good deal." Shane nodded. "So what now?"
"No clue." she shrugged. "Guess I'll just keep working. I'm just not meant for any sort of love."
"Sure you are." he said, trying to sound upbeat.
"No, I'm not." she sighed, thinking of Chris. "Can you leave me alone for awhile, Shane?"
"Sure thing. Just call if you need anything." he patted her shoulder, walking out of her hotel room. She sighed, flopping onto her bed.
She closed her eyes, trying to remember the feel of his touch. This was not going too well. It was only the night of being picked up, and she all ready feeling lonely. She missed him so much, and all she could do was stare at her ceiling.
She knew she could just leave and join her dad, but then that would leave ECW dead. She had grown bonds with the stars there, even though most of them sort of looked to Heyman more. She didn't want them to not have jobs. She could never forgive herself if she did that. He meant a lot to her, but not enough that she would destroy other lives for that.
There was a time that she would, but not anymore. She had learned a lot in the past week.
And lost a lot too.
****
"Chris! You've been moping around all day!" Chris raised his head from his bed to see Lita standing by him, looking at him sternly. He smiled weakly.
"I'm just sort of tired." he explained, though he was clearly lying. She rolled her eyes.
"You were in a cabin for a week. It couldn't have been THAT bad." she laughed.
"It wouldn't have been if SHE wasn't there." he smirked.
"You seem to hate her even more now." she commented. He shrugged.
"Probably." he grinned. She shook her head.
"Come on Chris, why don't you hang with us for awhile? That should make you feel better."
"What, and go watch a movie in your room?" he grinned. "The last time I did that.."
"That won't happen again." she smirked. "The TV short circuited."
"Yes, well, I don't feel like being electrocuted again." he wagged a finger. She let out a pout. "And DON'T give me that look."
"Fine. You're no fun." she laughed.
"..How did you get in here, anyway?" he asked, looking at the door.
"You left it opened." she shrugged.
"I could have been sleeping naked or something." he pointed out.
"Like you have anything I would want to see." she smirked, waving a hand. "Bye Chrissy." He glared at her as she walked out, whistling innocently.
It was the middle of the day. It was probably around the day mark of Jeff picking them up. He didn't like the feeling of her not being in the area when he woke up. Actually, he felt like he was going insane. There had to be something he could do to end this. There just had to be.
He sat up, thinking. If he couldn't be with her, he knew he had to just do one last nice thing for her. But what? He couldn't make contact with her, it would be too suspicious. His mind suddenly wandered to the discussion they had at the table.
That nanny.
She hadn't told him her name, but he knew where to get it. He pulled on his shoes, basically flying out the door. Yes, this was a perfect idea. What a great way to show her that he was still thinking about her!
He banged on the door he stopped at. Come on, he had to be there..the door opened, and he let out a sigh of relief. There stood Vince McMahon, looking a bit confused. He peered at Chris through his little reading glasses.
"Can I help you Mr. Jericho?" he questioned, smirking. "What relative died this time?"
"Relative..?" he blinked, then understood. "Oh! No one. Listen, Vance, I have a question for you."
"Hurry up, then, I'm a bit busy." Jericho knew Vince would never like him, but he could care less at the moment.
"This might seem odd." he paused, then shrugged. "But I have a question about a former employee of yours."
"You mean, another wrestler?" he asked, peering at him.
"Not exactly." he explained. "About a maid of yours."
"A maid?" he inquired, giving him an odd look.
"Yes. A black lady, you fired her because she was giving Stephanie odd ideas..?" Vince blinked, seeming like he was thinking.
"I suppose you're talking about Eda Monque, but Chris, how did you know about her?" he asked suspiciously.
"And where do you think she went?" he continued to question.
"Last I heard she was down in Atlanta, Georgia. What is this all about, Chris?" he asked, sounding like he was growing weary.
"Nothing at all, sir!" he grinned widely, actually giving him a hug. Vince looked like he went into a state of shock. "Thanks!" He walked away, humming a tune to himself.
"As long as Kane doesn't hug me.." he heard Vince mumble to himself as he left.
Chris had quickly made his way to his room and had picked up the phone. He quickly dialed 411. This was going to work. This had too.
"How can I help you?" a cheery voice questioned from the end of the line.
"Yeah, hi..I'm looking for someone, I was wondering if you could help me." he replied, suddenly feeling nervous.
"As long as you have the city and the last name, I'm sure I could narrow it down." the voice responded. Chris thanked god for this phone service.
"Yes. She's in Alanta, Georgia, I believe. That was what she told me when she left. Her name is Eda Monque." he explained. There was a pause.
"Well, I ran a check though all names in the Atlanta area, and you are one lucky person." the person on the other end explained. "There happens to be only one Monque. Would you like me to put you through to see if it is the one you're searching for?"
"Yes, of course." Chris quickly agreed. "Thank you."
"Hold please." the voice commanded him, and he suddenly heard the ringing of a phone in the reciever. He took a breath, now feeling really nervous.
"Hello?" an elderly voice answered. Chris bit his lip, then managed to speak.
"Hello. Is there an Eda living at your residence?" he asked.
"Why yes, that's me." the old woman responded. "Who is this?" Jericho couldn't contain a grin.
"Ms. Monque, you don't know me, but my name is Chris Jericho." he explained. "Did you happen to work for Vince McMahon?"
"Well, I don't know why you ask, Mr. Jericho, but yes I did." she informed him.
"Then you know Stephanie McMahon." he continued.
"She was a darling child." she explained.
"Well, she thought the world of you too, Eda." he smiled. "I'm a friend of hers, and she's told me all about you."
"She has?" Eda asked, surprised.
"Yes. You really shaped her into a fine person, Ms. Monque. That's why I know she wants to see you again." he nodded as he talked.
"See me?" she questioned, still a little shocked.
"Listen, I know this is all a little strange, but I promise you I kid you not. I'm willing to pay for a plane ticket so you can go talk to her."
"Child, are you telling me you want me to trust you, a complete stranger?" she asked, sounding a bit unconvinced.
"Listen, you got fired because Vince thought you were teaching her too much. Would most people know that?" he asked. "You taught her to cook at 15." There was a pause.
"All right, supposin' I say I believe you. What would I have to do?" she asked, sounding a little more interested.
"Eda, it'll be easy." he smiled widely. "All you have to do.."
That I find to run to you.
'Cause there's so little loving,
In my life now I'm away..
And thinking about it,
I want things back how they used to be.
'Cause there's no way around it,
Nothing good comes easily.
So much between us,
And we both know that it's wrong.
So I keep waiting
'til I'm back where I belong..
So here I am,
All by myself.
Thinking of you,
Nobody else.
There's a feeling inside,
And as hard as I try,
It just won't go away.
Are you finding it hard all on your own,
Having to face each night alone?
Knowing that you are the one,
With the love that I need.
And I miss you more each day.."
"Damnit!" Shane watched as Stephanie basically slam her radio off. Shane blinked, a little confused.
"Um..Steph, sis, I know you don't like pop songs but.." She realized what she did and she tried not to blush.
"Sorry, can't help it." she mumbled, lying. He shook his head.
"You OK? You've been really..I don't know..sort of down since you came from that vacation." he peered at her curiously.
"I'm fine." she snapped, not really meaning to be angry. She was more really really depressed, and Shane probing her..it was getting her edgy.
"All right, I can see you're not in such a great mood.." he said, sounding like he was understating it. "So, speaking of your vacation, how was it? Shane told me that you decided to take an unexpected one."
So that was what he said. She had all ready talked to Shane, promised him she wasn't really mad, but told him not to try it again. She wasn't going to beat him up, if she could, like Chris did to Jeff. He had to have a black eye from that. It was almost funny, and she would have laughed if she was allowed too.
"It was nice." she shrugged.
"Whatcha do there?" he questioned.
"Relaxed. I didn't get too much work done, unfortunantly."
"You work too hard, sis." he shook his head. She smiled slightly as he placed a small brotherly kiss on her temple. "How's Hunter, by the way?"
"Divorce papers came in when I was gone." she rolled her eyes. He frowned.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not." she smirked. "They're all ready sent back. He can't get shit from me, you remember the deal we signed."
"Yep, what's yours is yours, what's his is his. A pretty good deal." Shane nodded. "So what now?"
"No clue." she shrugged. "Guess I'll just keep working. I'm just not meant for any sort of love."
"Sure you are." he said, trying to sound upbeat.
"No, I'm not." she sighed, thinking of Chris. "Can you leave me alone for awhile, Shane?"
"Sure thing. Just call if you need anything." he patted her shoulder, walking out of her hotel room. She sighed, flopping onto her bed.
She closed her eyes, trying to remember the feel of his touch. This was not going too well. It was only the night of being picked up, and she all ready feeling lonely. She missed him so much, and all she could do was stare at her ceiling.
She knew she could just leave and join her dad, but then that would leave ECW dead. She had grown bonds with the stars there, even though most of them sort of looked to Heyman more. She didn't want them to not have jobs. She could never forgive herself if she did that. He meant a lot to her, but not enough that she would destroy other lives for that.
There was a time that she would, but not anymore. She had learned a lot in the past week.
And lost a lot too.
****
"Chris! You've been moping around all day!" Chris raised his head from his bed to see Lita standing by him, looking at him sternly. He smiled weakly.
"I'm just sort of tired." he explained, though he was clearly lying. She rolled her eyes.
"You were in a cabin for a week. It couldn't have been THAT bad." she laughed.
"It wouldn't have been if SHE wasn't there." he smirked.
"You seem to hate her even more now." she commented. He shrugged.
"Probably." he grinned. She shook her head.
"Come on Chris, why don't you hang with us for awhile? That should make you feel better."
"What, and go watch a movie in your room?" he grinned. "The last time I did that.."
"That won't happen again." she smirked. "The TV short circuited."
"Yes, well, I don't feel like being electrocuted again." he wagged a finger. She let out a pout. "And DON'T give me that look."
"Fine. You're no fun." she laughed.
"..How did you get in here, anyway?" he asked, looking at the door.
"You left it opened." she shrugged.
"I could have been sleeping naked or something." he pointed out.
"Like you have anything I would want to see." she smirked, waving a hand. "Bye Chrissy." He glared at her as she walked out, whistling innocently.
It was the middle of the day. It was probably around the day mark of Jeff picking them up. He didn't like the feeling of her not being in the area when he woke up. Actually, he felt like he was going insane. There had to be something he could do to end this. There just had to be.
He sat up, thinking. If he couldn't be with her, he knew he had to just do one last nice thing for her. But what? He couldn't make contact with her, it would be too suspicious. His mind suddenly wandered to the discussion they had at the table.
That nanny.
She hadn't told him her name, but he knew where to get it. He pulled on his shoes, basically flying out the door. Yes, this was a perfect idea. What a great way to show her that he was still thinking about her!
He banged on the door he stopped at. Come on, he had to be there..the door opened, and he let out a sigh of relief. There stood Vince McMahon, looking a bit confused. He peered at Chris through his little reading glasses.
"Can I help you Mr. Jericho?" he questioned, smirking. "What relative died this time?"
"Relative..?" he blinked, then understood. "Oh! No one. Listen, Vance, I have a question for you."
"Hurry up, then, I'm a bit busy." Jericho knew Vince would never like him, but he could care less at the moment.
"This might seem odd." he paused, then shrugged. "But I have a question about a former employee of yours."
"You mean, another wrestler?" he asked, peering at him.
"Not exactly." he explained. "About a maid of yours."
"A maid?" he inquired, giving him an odd look.
"Yes. A black lady, you fired her because she was giving Stephanie odd ideas..?" Vince blinked, seeming like he was thinking.
"I suppose you're talking about Eda Monque, but Chris, how did you know about her?" he asked suspiciously.
"And where do you think she went?" he continued to question.
"Last I heard she was down in Atlanta, Georgia. What is this all about, Chris?" he asked, sounding like he was growing weary.
"Nothing at all, sir!" he grinned widely, actually giving him a hug. Vince looked like he went into a state of shock. "Thanks!" He walked away, humming a tune to himself.
"As long as Kane doesn't hug me.." he heard Vince mumble to himself as he left.
Chris had quickly made his way to his room and had picked up the phone. He quickly dialed 411. This was going to work. This had too.
"How can I help you?" a cheery voice questioned from the end of the line.
"Yeah, hi..I'm looking for someone, I was wondering if you could help me." he replied, suddenly feeling nervous.
"As long as you have the city and the last name, I'm sure I could narrow it down." the voice responded. Chris thanked god for this phone service.
"Yes. She's in Alanta, Georgia, I believe. That was what she told me when she left. Her name is Eda Monque." he explained. There was a pause.
"Well, I ran a check though all names in the Atlanta area, and you are one lucky person." the person on the other end explained. "There happens to be only one Monque. Would you like me to put you through to see if it is the one you're searching for?"
"Yes, of course." Chris quickly agreed. "Thank you."
"Hold please." the voice commanded him, and he suddenly heard the ringing of a phone in the reciever. He took a breath, now feeling really nervous.
"Hello?" an elderly voice answered. Chris bit his lip, then managed to speak.
"Hello. Is there an Eda living at your residence?" he asked.
"Why yes, that's me." the old woman responded. "Who is this?" Jericho couldn't contain a grin.
"Ms. Monque, you don't know me, but my name is Chris Jericho." he explained. "Did you happen to work for Vince McMahon?"
"Well, I don't know why you ask, Mr. Jericho, but yes I did." she informed him.
"Then you know Stephanie McMahon." he continued.
"She was a darling child." she explained.
"Well, she thought the world of you too, Eda." he smiled. "I'm a friend of hers, and she's told me all about you."
"She has?" Eda asked, surprised.
"Yes. You really shaped her into a fine person, Ms. Monque. That's why I know she wants to see you again." he nodded as he talked.
"See me?" she questioned, still a little shocked.
"Listen, I know this is all a little strange, but I promise you I kid you not. I'm willing to pay for a plane ticket so you can go talk to her."
"Child, are you telling me you want me to trust you, a complete stranger?" she asked, sounding a bit unconvinced.
"Listen, you got fired because Vince thought you were teaching her too much. Would most people know that?" he asked. "You taught her to cook at 15." There was a pause.
"All right, supposin' I say I believe you. What would I have to do?" she asked, sounding a little more interested.
"Eda, it'll be easy." he smiled widely. "All you have to do.."