Chris knocked on the door. No answer. He frowned, knocking again. This was the only place she could be. She was ignoring him. He did it again, and finally a weak sound came out from in back of the door.
"Go away." he heard her say. She knocked again.
"Come on, Lita, open up!" he urged. He heard no sounds of movement.
"I don't want to talk to you." he heard her reply. Chris knew this approach was not going to work. He pondered a moment, then noticed how close it seemed the rooms were.He wondered..he moved to the other door and knocked on it. He waited a minute, and suddenly the door opened and a groggy Spike Dudley opened the door, looking at Chris curiously.
"Chris?" he asked, confused. Chris silently thanked God it was someone nice.
"Spike!" he grinned broadly. Spike looked at the flower in his hand, then at him.
"Umm..what's up?" he asked, sounding even more perplexed.
"Your room wouldn't happen to have a balcony, would it?" he inquired. Spike blinked.
"Yeah, it does." Chris watched as Molly walked out of the bathroom, wearing big pajamas. She giggled at him. "Golly, why do you ask?"
"Do you mind if I see the um..view?" he asked. Spike shrugged.
"Come on in." Spike nodded, moving aside. Chris easily walked toward it, opening the sliding door and walking outside. He peered to the right of him. Just what he thought.
"What are you doing?" Molly asked, staring at Chris as he climbed the bars of the balcony. It as wide enough for him to stand on the top.
"Thanks for your help." he grinned at Molly and Spike. He didn't look down, knowing that if this didn't work he'd have a real hurting. Molly let out a stifled gasp when he suddenly leaped.
Chris unfortunantly forgot to judge his jump. He managed to grab hold of her balcony and found himself dangling, his grip not exactly the best. "This was a very VERY bad idea." he groaned.
"Chris!" Molly yelped. His grip was slipping.
"I'm going to die." Chris whispered to himself, though still not trying to panic. He thought the jump would be easy, but nooo..He let out a gasp when he suddenly felt himself tumbling down. He had no clue what the hell to do, so he just tried to grab at anything. His hands grasped what was probably another balcony and his body slammed against it, the air getting knocked out of him. He managed to hold the grip firmer then.
"Oh my god!" he heard. He was wincing, trying to hold himself. Someone was out on the balcony. He managed to look up and saw Stephanie peering down at him. He had a sudden urge to let go purposely. "Chris?!"
"Umm..if you don't mind.." he managed to blurt out. "Can you help me out here!?" She heard her groan, but felt her trying to pull him up. She managed to get him high enough that he could put his feet through the sectioned holes. He pulled himself over, falling to his knees, panting.
"You know, this may seem like so much less of an odd question as what just happened here, but is there a reason why you were just hanging on my balcony?" she inquired the shaken person that was now trying to catch his breath on her balcony.
"My friends told me to hang out more." he said sarcastically, finally catching his breath. "I just hung out on the wrong balcony." He stood up, wincing as his mid-section thoroughly disagreeing with his little adventure. "Oh, this is going to leave a bruise. Ugh.."
"Ew! You're bleeding too!" Stephanie so bluntly pointed out. He knew he was, his face had a slight scratch from god knows what, but it was bleeding quite nicely..if blood was nice, that is.
"I'm sorry my pain is such an annoyance to you." he smirked. She frowned.
"Well, get inside. I think the hotel supplies first aid kits." He paused, looking her over, then took up her offer and walked inside.He frowned, noticing his shirt's sleeve had ripped as well. He watched as Stephanie walked out from the bathroom, carrying a white first aid kit. She placed it on a bed.
"Why are you helping me?" Jericho asked as she opened the kit.
"There's two answers to that." she explained, taking out a cloth and a black bottle out. He watched as she dumped some of the contents on the bottle onto the cloth. "The first is that I am suffering a period of shock right now, stemming from you falling out of the sky out of no where and grabbing onto my balcony. Here, put this on that cut." she handed him the now wet cloth. He took it, eyeing her.
"This isn't acid, is it?" he asked. Stephanie rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, it's acid. I, however, am immune to the effects of it. Yes, it got on my hands, and it did nothing. When you touch it, however.." she trailed off, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"All right, all right, I get the hint." he conceded. "Continue on with your reasoning." He placed it against the cut, and winced as it stung like hell.
"The second reason is the fact that this is just a great way to get you off my conscience. I thought I would actually have to be nice to you for awhile, because of you helping me with Austin, but I think saving you from plummeting to death and then helping you tend to your wounds is more then enough of pay back." she continued, matter-of-factly.
"Plummeting to my death? That's kind of dramatic, don't you--aw, shit." he winced as the pain flared up for a second.
"All right, I saved you from smashing into the pavement and making a mess that of course other people would have to clean." she smirked. "That is SO you."
"You're really weird, did anyone ever tell you that?" Chris asked, wiping the dried blood off his face when the bleeding itself stopped. "Oh shit.."
"What?" she asked.
"Spike and Molly. They must be freaking." he stood up.
"What do you mean? They saw you jump?" she asked. He nodded. "Then what the hell are you doing sitting here? By now they probably think you're dead."
"Listen, thanks for helping me." he managed to say. Stephanie cocked an eyebrow at him, then smirked.
"Don't think I'll do this every day." she replied.
"Well, don't think I'll go jumping balconies every day either." he responded, which actually got a very small grin out of her. He took the cloth, knowing she probably wouldn't want it, and quickly walked out of the room.
The minute he got to the floor he fell, as he fell a good 2 floors, he found the Spike and Molly giving a report. Lita was standing there, looking like she was about to go into hysterics. Molly glanced his way, and promptly fainted. Spike didn't understand why she fell over, until he looked his way as well.
"Chris?!" Spike's mouth dropped. Lita whirled around, looking at him in shock.
"Um..surprise?" he grinned nervously. He suddenly felt arms fling around him and he found Lita had ran to him and pulled him into a hug. He was a bit surprised, but hugged her back. He heard Spike say that it was a false alarm, and the cop, who was looking a little confused, decided to just take that answer and left.Then Spike went to service his own girlfriend, who was on the ground, in a dead faint. He picked her up and carried her into the room.
"Chris, don't you dare scare me like that again!" he was suddenly shoved back, and he stumbled but caught himself. Lita looked a little mad at that point.
"I was just trying to talk to you.." he replied weakly.
"BY JUMPING OFF A BALCONY!?" she cried out angrily. "I swear, if Matt and Jeff were here.."
"Where are they, by the way?" Chris asked, trying to get off the subject.
"If you must know, they have some promotional thing in another state, they're staying over there tonight. But don't think you're going to get away with what you did, Jericho!" Lita glared at him.
"Flower?" he offered, pulling out the slightly bent but still intact rose from his pocket. He was surprised it was still there. Lita stared at it for a moment, sighed, and took it.
"I hate you." she responded, her voice instantly softening.
"I'm sorry I freaked you out, but you weren't listening to me." he explained.
"..But you jumped off a balcony. You could have been killed." she looked down. "That's something even worse then hearing that I'm annoying to you."
"Lita, that wasn't about you. That's what I was trying to tell you." he explained. She was still looking down, but he saw it. Tears. He frowned, pulling her into a hug, not caring that the obvious bruised area of his middle section twitched with very dull, little pain. "I'm all right, I promise."
"When Spike and Molly came in and..they told me they couldn't find you, dead or alive..That's enough stress to give me 20 heart attacks, let me tell you." she sighed.
"Let's go in your room, OK? I'll tell you everything that happened." she nodded and he led her into the room, closing the door. They had all ready probably woken up everyone on the floor. No use giving that much more of a show.
Chris decided to just explain what happened after he fell, and hope that she asked nothing more.
"Go away." he heard her say. She knocked again.
"Come on, Lita, open up!" he urged. He heard no sounds of movement.
"I don't want to talk to you." he heard her reply. Chris knew this approach was not going to work. He pondered a moment, then noticed how close it seemed the rooms were.He wondered..he moved to the other door and knocked on it. He waited a minute, and suddenly the door opened and a groggy Spike Dudley opened the door, looking at Chris curiously.
"Chris?" he asked, confused. Chris silently thanked God it was someone nice.
"Spike!" he grinned broadly. Spike looked at the flower in his hand, then at him.
"Umm..what's up?" he asked, sounding even more perplexed.
"Your room wouldn't happen to have a balcony, would it?" he inquired. Spike blinked.
"Yeah, it does." Chris watched as Molly walked out of the bathroom, wearing big pajamas. She giggled at him. "Golly, why do you ask?"
"Do you mind if I see the um..view?" he asked. Spike shrugged.
"Come on in." Spike nodded, moving aside. Chris easily walked toward it, opening the sliding door and walking outside. He peered to the right of him. Just what he thought.
"What are you doing?" Molly asked, staring at Chris as he climbed the bars of the balcony. It as wide enough for him to stand on the top.
"Thanks for your help." he grinned at Molly and Spike. He didn't look down, knowing that if this didn't work he'd have a real hurting. Molly let out a stifled gasp when he suddenly leaped.
Chris unfortunantly forgot to judge his jump. He managed to grab hold of her balcony and found himself dangling, his grip not exactly the best. "This was a very VERY bad idea." he groaned.
"Chris!" Molly yelped. His grip was slipping.
"I'm going to die." Chris whispered to himself, though still not trying to panic. He thought the jump would be easy, but nooo..He let out a gasp when he suddenly felt himself tumbling down. He had no clue what the hell to do, so he just tried to grab at anything. His hands grasped what was probably another balcony and his body slammed against it, the air getting knocked out of him. He managed to hold the grip firmer then.
"Oh my god!" he heard. He was wincing, trying to hold himself. Someone was out on the balcony. He managed to look up and saw Stephanie peering down at him. He had a sudden urge to let go purposely. "Chris?!"
"Umm..if you don't mind.." he managed to blurt out. "Can you help me out here!?" She heard her groan, but felt her trying to pull him up. She managed to get him high enough that he could put his feet through the sectioned holes. He pulled himself over, falling to his knees, panting.
"You know, this may seem like so much less of an odd question as what just happened here, but is there a reason why you were just hanging on my balcony?" she inquired the shaken person that was now trying to catch his breath on her balcony.
"My friends told me to hang out more." he said sarcastically, finally catching his breath. "I just hung out on the wrong balcony." He stood up, wincing as his mid-section thoroughly disagreeing with his little adventure. "Oh, this is going to leave a bruise. Ugh.."
"Ew! You're bleeding too!" Stephanie so bluntly pointed out. He knew he was, his face had a slight scratch from god knows what, but it was bleeding quite nicely..if blood was nice, that is.
"I'm sorry my pain is such an annoyance to you." he smirked. She frowned.
"Well, get inside. I think the hotel supplies first aid kits." He paused, looking her over, then took up her offer and walked inside.He frowned, noticing his shirt's sleeve had ripped as well. He watched as Stephanie walked out from the bathroom, carrying a white first aid kit. She placed it on a bed.
"Why are you helping me?" Jericho asked as she opened the kit.
"There's two answers to that." she explained, taking out a cloth and a black bottle out. He watched as she dumped some of the contents on the bottle onto the cloth. "The first is that I am suffering a period of shock right now, stemming from you falling out of the sky out of no where and grabbing onto my balcony. Here, put this on that cut." she handed him the now wet cloth. He took it, eyeing her.
"This isn't acid, is it?" he asked. Stephanie rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, it's acid. I, however, am immune to the effects of it. Yes, it got on my hands, and it did nothing. When you touch it, however.." she trailed off, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"All right, all right, I get the hint." he conceded. "Continue on with your reasoning." He placed it against the cut, and winced as it stung like hell.
"The second reason is the fact that this is just a great way to get you off my conscience. I thought I would actually have to be nice to you for awhile, because of you helping me with Austin, but I think saving you from plummeting to death and then helping you tend to your wounds is more then enough of pay back." she continued, matter-of-factly.
"Plummeting to my death? That's kind of dramatic, don't you--aw, shit." he winced as the pain flared up for a second.
"All right, I saved you from smashing into the pavement and making a mess that of course other people would have to clean." she smirked. "That is SO you."
"You're really weird, did anyone ever tell you that?" Chris asked, wiping the dried blood off his face when the bleeding itself stopped. "Oh shit.."
"What?" she asked.
"Spike and Molly. They must be freaking." he stood up.
"What do you mean? They saw you jump?" she asked. He nodded. "Then what the hell are you doing sitting here? By now they probably think you're dead."
"Listen, thanks for helping me." he managed to say. Stephanie cocked an eyebrow at him, then smirked.
"Don't think I'll do this every day." she replied.
"Well, don't think I'll go jumping balconies every day either." he responded, which actually got a very small grin out of her. He took the cloth, knowing she probably wouldn't want it, and quickly walked out of the room.
The minute he got to the floor he fell, as he fell a good 2 floors, he found the Spike and Molly giving a report. Lita was standing there, looking like she was about to go into hysterics. Molly glanced his way, and promptly fainted. Spike didn't understand why she fell over, until he looked his way as well.
"Chris?!" Spike's mouth dropped. Lita whirled around, looking at him in shock.
"Um..surprise?" he grinned nervously. He suddenly felt arms fling around him and he found Lita had ran to him and pulled him into a hug. He was a bit surprised, but hugged her back. He heard Spike say that it was a false alarm, and the cop, who was looking a little confused, decided to just take that answer and left.Then Spike went to service his own girlfriend, who was on the ground, in a dead faint. He picked her up and carried her into the room.
"Chris, don't you dare scare me like that again!" he was suddenly shoved back, and he stumbled but caught himself. Lita looked a little mad at that point.
"I was just trying to talk to you.." he replied weakly.
"BY JUMPING OFF A BALCONY!?" she cried out angrily. "I swear, if Matt and Jeff were here.."
"Where are they, by the way?" Chris asked, trying to get off the subject.
"If you must know, they have some promotional thing in another state, they're staying over there tonight. But don't think you're going to get away with what you did, Jericho!" Lita glared at him.
"Flower?" he offered, pulling out the slightly bent but still intact rose from his pocket. He was surprised it was still there. Lita stared at it for a moment, sighed, and took it.
"I hate you." she responded, her voice instantly softening.
"I'm sorry I freaked you out, but you weren't listening to me." he explained.
"..But you jumped off a balcony. You could have been killed." she looked down. "That's something even worse then hearing that I'm annoying to you."
"Lita, that wasn't about you. That's what I was trying to tell you." he explained. She was still looking down, but he saw it. Tears. He frowned, pulling her into a hug, not caring that the obvious bruised area of his middle section twitched with very dull, little pain. "I'm all right, I promise."
"When Spike and Molly came in and..they told me they couldn't find you, dead or alive..That's enough stress to give me 20 heart attacks, let me tell you." she sighed.
"Let's go in your room, OK? I'll tell you everything that happened." she nodded and he led her into the room, closing the door. They had all ready probably woken up everyone on the floor. No use giving that much more of a show.
Chris decided to just explain what happened after he fell, and hope that she asked nothing more.