He was greeted by a barrage of WWF staff when he got to the back. So, this was what it felt like. Everyone was congradulating him, especially the people who actually REALLY liked him, which of course was almost everyone but a few odd ones, including Vince. Vince was happy, but Chris knew he probably would have been happier if Kurt one. But fuck that, he didn't give a shit. He had won!
When the crowd finally disappeared, Chris finally got a chance to rest. He didn't know how many pats on the back he got, how many hugs, but damn, it had to be a lot, and all the excitement made him feel even more tired. In the end, it was only him and Benoit.
"Nice belt you got there." Benoit chuckled. Jericho shook his head, still looking a bit awed by it all.
"She was the only reason I won. I fought the match myself, held my own, but I wouldn't have been able to pin him without her. He was just going to cheat me again." Jericho just blurt out. Benoit nodded.
"I saw." he confirmed. "Everyone was in dead shock."
"We have to find her." he sighed. Benoit looked at him, curiously. "Chris, you know she's going to be in deep shit because she basically handed the 'flag' of the Alliance over to the enemy."
"She's probably gone." Benoit replied. "I don't think she'd..hey, do you hear anything?"
"What?" Jericho blinked. "No..why?" He watched as Benoit walked toward a small area of boxes near them. He followed, and he quickly heard what Benoit was talking about. Noises from behind the small tower of boxes.
Jericho cautiously moved a box and felt his breath get caught in his throat. "Oh shit.." he heard Benoit mumble under his breath. Jericho slowly reached over, touching the shoulder of Stephanie McMahon, who was more or less curled into a shaking ball. She recoiled at his touch.
"No! Leave me alone--" she whimpered. Jericho's felt his gaze soften.
"Steph, it's me. Chris." he informed her. She slowly uncurled, looking toward him. Jericho almost had to back away in shock. Her face..it had a huge bruise on her cheek. Her left arm was bleedng from a gash, and on her right there were various little bruises he hadn't noticed before.
"Chris?" she asked, weakly. "Please don't hurt me.." He noticed her tone was that of someone whimpering.
"We have to get her out of here." he informed Benoit, who nodded. "Steph, come on, let's go, huh?"
"No," she replied, her voice shakey.
"I promise I won't do anything to you. Christ, you helped me get the WWF title, I should hug you." Chris swore. Stephanie looked at him, then slowly stood up, on wobbily legs. He offered a hand and she took it, carefully stepping over the boxes. That was when she fainted.
Chris caught her with quick speed. She slumped into his arms. He softly picked her up. "Come on, let's get her out of here."
"Where are we gonna take her?" Benoit asked.
"My room, your room..it doesn't matter. We can't just leave her here." Jericho responded. Benoit sighed and nodded.
"Your room." he smirked. He sighed and pulled off his shirt. "Hold her still."
"What are you doing?" he inquired. Benoit softly picked up the still bleeding arm of Stephanie, wrapping his shirt around the wound, tying it tight enough against it.
"Stopping the blood flow." he explained. "Let's go."
Benoit had helped him get her to his room, but then declined to stay, considering he had to get SOME sleep so he wouldn't be late for his plane. So now he was stuck with a fainted, beat up girl that had been a bitch to him for a year and a half in his room, and he had to take care of her. He laid her gently on a bed, then went to the little kitchen area which had very cheap but useful bowls.
He filled a bowl with water, then grabbed a hand towel and walked to her side. He carefully took off the shirt Benoit had put around her to try to stop the blood flow from her cut arm, and found it had worked, but now her arm was caked with dried blood. He dipped the towel into the water, and began to clean the area. He felt incredibly stupid, and had no clue why he was doing it, but it just felt right to him.
She stirred when he went to refresh the water. He turned to see her sit up only slightly, enough so she could look around. He walked back to her, putting the bowl down again. She looked up at him, a mix of worry and confusion on her face.
"Hold still. You were doing fine when you were out." he commanded her as he wiped away the last of the blood on her arm. She blinked, and Jericho realized just how tired and almost sad she looked. He couldn't believe he never noticed it before.
"You don't have to do this." she whispered. He looked at her briefly, then shook his head.
"This is my fault, of course I do." he responded. He pulled out a few bandages. "It's not that bad, but make sure you keep it covered." He went back to silence as he placed a few bandages on it to cover it completely. "I'm sure you'll find something better to cover it later."
"This isn't your fault." She was fully awake. He watched her slide up into a sitting position. "I brought this on myself."
"Well, either way, I want too." he chuckled dryly. "You all right now?"
"Not really." she sighed. "Congradulations on your win, by the way."
"Speaking of that.." he trailed off. "A little question..um..why DID you help me?"
"Well, I thought the title was really around the wrong waist. Not that it's right around your waist either, but you're a little bit better then Austin." she explained.
"I'm honored." he smirked.
"You should be." she nodded. "Either way, it seems people didn't agree with me. After almost getting--well, all right, I did get my ass kicked by a few people, I managed to hide, and that's about the time you found me.."
"They attacked you?"
"Do you blame them?" she glanced at him.
"Yes." he responded truthfully. "No one should hit a girl."
"That's a bit surprising sounding coming from someone like you." she raised a brow.
"Yeah, I know." Jericho grinned slightly. "I've decided to take up the gentleman role. Isn't it amazing?"
"I'm severely doubting that." she sniggered.
"All right, fine. I'm just trying to be a nice guy for once." he shrugged. "You did something you didn't have to do for me, so I did the same."
"Won't my dad be mad at you when he finds out you have me in your room?" she inquired.
"Probably." he grinned. "Like that ever stopped me from doing what I want. Don't worry about me. You can stay here for the night if you want."
"Stay here?" she squeaked. Chris rolled his eyes.
"Well, you could always go to your room and get jumped." he smirked. "Listen, I actually have no alterior motives for once. Take my offer or leave it."
"..All right." she sighed in defeat. "But if you try something--"
"I hate to break your disillusion about how I am, Princess, but I'm actually not such a horrible horrible guy." he grinned. "I can be very nice when I want to be."
"And when's that? Every other 4 years?" she questioned sharply.
"All right, I deserved that." Jericho conceded. "But really, I'm trying."
"Why?" she questioned. "I mean, yeah, I did help you, but you know that was more for me then you."
"Do I always need a reason?" he asked, trying to weasel his way out of the real reason.
"Well, considering that you've been acting kind of weird this past week to me..yeah, you do." she smirked.
"Besides the fact I just did it to be nice, you're also pretty handy to have around, considering you could tell me everything your federation is planning on doing. I guess that's why." he replied, shrugging, trying hard not to sound like he was lying.
"Yeah, I guess so." she responded, cautiously
"Well, I'm going to sleep." he announced, cutting the conversation before it kept going. He looked her over and winced at her basically blood covered shirt. "I guess you need something else to wear."
"No, I--" she looked at her shirt, noticing why he brought it up, and quickly changed her mind about declining. "If you have one.." she finally replied, trying to sound casual.
"I'm sure I could fish up one." he responded, going through his bag. He tossed her his Lugz shirt.
"You..cleaned this, right?" she asked, cautiously.
"No, Steph, it's covered in 2 months worth of sweat and grime." he rolled his eyes. "Of course I cleaned it."
"Just making sure." she smirked.
Chris all ready knew this was going to be another very very LONG week.
When the crowd finally disappeared, Chris finally got a chance to rest. He didn't know how many pats on the back he got, how many hugs, but damn, it had to be a lot, and all the excitement made him feel even more tired. In the end, it was only him and Benoit.
"Nice belt you got there." Benoit chuckled. Jericho shook his head, still looking a bit awed by it all.
"She was the only reason I won. I fought the match myself, held my own, but I wouldn't have been able to pin him without her. He was just going to cheat me again." Jericho just blurt out. Benoit nodded.
"I saw." he confirmed. "Everyone was in dead shock."
"We have to find her." he sighed. Benoit looked at him, curiously. "Chris, you know she's going to be in deep shit because she basically handed the 'flag' of the Alliance over to the enemy."
"She's probably gone." Benoit replied. "I don't think she'd..hey, do you hear anything?"
"What?" Jericho blinked. "No..why?" He watched as Benoit walked toward a small area of boxes near them. He followed, and he quickly heard what Benoit was talking about. Noises from behind the small tower of boxes.
Jericho cautiously moved a box and felt his breath get caught in his throat. "Oh shit.." he heard Benoit mumble under his breath. Jericho slowly reached over, touching the shoulder of Stephanie McMahon, who was more or less curled into a shaking ball. She recoiled at his touch.
"No! Leave me alone--" she whimpered. Jericho's felt his gaze soften.
"Steph, it's me. Chris." he informed her. She slowly uncurled, looking toward him. Jericho almost had to back away in shock. Her face..it had a huge bruise on her cheek. Her left arm was bleedng from a gash, and on her right there were various little bruises he hadn't noticed before.
"Chris?" she asked, weakly. "Please don't hurt me.." He noticed her tone was that of someone whimpering.
"We have to get her out of here." he informed Benoit, who nodded. "Steph, come on, let's go, huh?"
"No," she replied, her voice shakey.
"I promise I won't do anything to you. Christ, you helped me get the WWF title, I should hug you." Chris swore. Stephanie looked at him, then slowly stood up, on wobbily legs. He offered a hand and she took it, carefully stepping over the boxes. That was when she fainted.
Chris caught her with quick speed. She slumped into his arms. He softly picked her up. "Come on, let's get her out of here."
"Where are we gonna take her?" Benoit asked.
"My room, your room..it doesn't matter. We can't just leave her here." Jericho responded. Benoit sighed and nodded.
"Your room." he smirked. He sighed and pulled off his shirt. "Hold her still."
"What are you doing?" he inquired. Benoit softly picked up the still bleeding arm of Stephanie, wrapping his shirt around the wound, tying it tight enough against it.
"Stopping the blood flow." he explained. "Let's go."
Benoit had helped him get her to his room, but then declined to stay, considering he had to get SOME sleep so he wouldn't be late for his plane. So now he was stuck with a fainted, beat up girl that had been a bitch to him for a year and a half in his room, and he had to take care of her. He laid her gently on a bed, then went to the little kitchen area which had very cheap but useful bowls.
He filled a bowl with water, then grabbed a hand towel and walked to her side. He carefully took off the shirt Benoit had put around her to try to stop the blood flow from her cut arm, and found it had worked, but now her arm was caked with dried blood. He dipped the towel into the water, and began to clean the area. He felt incredibly stupid, and had no clue why he was doing it, but it just felt right to him.
She stirred when he went to refresh the water. He turned to see her sit up only slightly, enough so she could look around. He walked back to her, putting the bowl down again. She looked up at him, a mix of worry and confusion on her face.
"Hold still. You were doing fine when you were out." he commanded her as he wiped away the last of the blood on her arm. She blinked, and Jericho realized just how tired and almost sad she looked. He couldn't believe he never noticed it before.
"You don't have to do this." she whispered. He looked at her briefly, then shook his head.
"This is my fault, of course I do." he responded. He pulled out a few bandages. "It's not that bad, but make sure you keep it covered." He went back to silence as he placed a few bandages on it to cover it completely. "I'm sure you'll find something better to cover it later."
"This isn't your fault." She was fully awake. He watched her slide up into a sitting position. "I brought this on myself."
"Well, either way, I want too." he chuckled dryly. "You all right now?"
"Not really." she sighed. "Congradulations on your win, by the way."
"Speaking of that.." he trailed off. "A little question..um..why DID you help me?"
"Well, I thought the title was really around the wrong waist. Not that it's right around your waist either, but you're a little bit better then Austin." she explained.
"I'm honored." he smirked.
"You should be." she nodded. "Either way, it seems people didn't agree with me. After almost getting--well, all right, I did get my ass kicked by a few people, I managed to hide, and that's about the time you found me.."
"They attacked you?"
"Do you blame them?" she glanced at him.
"Yes." he responded truthfully. "No one should hit a girl."
"That's a bit surprising sounding coming from someone like you." she raised a brow.
"Yeah, I know." Jericho grinned slightly. "I've decided to take up the gentleman role. Isn't it amazing?"
"I'm severely doubting that." she sniggered.
"All right, fine. I'm just trying to be a nice guy for once." he shrugged. "You did something you didn't have to do for me, so I did the same."
"Won't my dad be mad at you when he finds out you have me in your room?" she inquired.
"Probably." he grinned. "Like that ever stopped me from doing what I want. Don't worry about me. You can stay here for the night if you want."
"Stay here?" she squeaked. Chris rolled his eyes.
"Well, you could always go to your room and get jumped." he smirked. "Listen, I actually have no alterior motives for once. Take my offer or leave it."
"..All right." she sighed in defeat. "But if you try something--"
"I hate to break your disillusion about how I am, Princess, but I'm actually not such a horrible horrible guy." he grinned. "I can be very nice when I want to be."
"And when's that? Every other 4 years?" she questioned sharply.
"All right, I deserved that." Jericho conceded. "But really, I'm trying."
"Why?" she questioned. "I mean, yeah, I did help you, but you know that was more for me then you."
"Do I always need a reason?" he asked, trying to weasel his way out of the real reason.
"Well, considering that you've been acting kind of weird this past week to me..yeah, you do." she smirked.
"Besides the fact I just did it to be nice, you're also pretty handy to have around, considering you could tell me everything your federation is planning on doing. I guess that's why." he replied, shrugging, trying hard not to sound like he was lying.
"Yeah, I guess so." she responded, cautiously
"Well, I'm going to sleep." he announced, cutting the conversation before it kept going. He looked her over and winced at her basically blood covered shirt. "I guess you need something else to wear."
"No, I--" she looked at her shirt, noticing why he brought it up, and quickly changed her mind about declining. "If you have one.." she finally replied, trying to sound casual.
"I'm sure I could fish up one." he responded, going through his bag. He tossed her his Lugz shirt.
"You..cleaned this, right?" she asked, cautiously.
"No, Steph, it's covered in 2 months worth of sweat and grime." he rolled his eyes. "Of course I cleaned it."
"Just making sure." she smirked.
Chris all ready knew this was going to be another very very LONG week.