Sweet Misery
By the Angel
Disclaimer: Incubus owns "Drive."
Stephanie pulled back from Chris. "Why did you do that?" She stammered. Chris shrugged. "I wanted to." He whispered. "But I am guessing I shouldn't have." Stephanie nodded. "You guessed right. Chris, please, I told you. I have a husband and I love him very much. We shouldn't be doing this!"
"I know we shouldn't have. But why did you kiss me back? When I kissed you at King of the Ring, you kissed back. When I kissed you at Summerslam, you kissed back! Why do you keep leading me on?" He demanded.
She shrugged her shoulders, still shaking from surprise. "I don't know why I do." Chris stroked her hair lovingly. "Get some sleep. We'll talk about this in the morning." Stephanie nodded as she crawled into the second bed in the room.
Jericho shut off the lights. "Turn them on!" Stephanie squealed. Jericho giggled to himself. "Are you scared of the dark, Stephy?" He asked, trying hard not to roar with laughter. Stephanie frowned. "No…" She trailed off.
"Bet you are."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too!"
"Am not! Am not! Am not!"
"Now who's acting their shoe size?" Jericho sneered.
Stephanie stuck her tongue out at him, even though it was too dark to see it. "Just PLEASE turn on the lights?" She begged. He sighed and clicked the lamp on. "Okay, okay." Stephanie smiled. "Thank you!"
She giggled into her pillow and soon fell asleep.
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A loud ring interrupted Stephanie from her sleep. "What the fuck?" She mumbled. Her clock told her it was only one thirty four in the morning. "Hello?" She groaned sleepily.
"Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley?" A male voice asked. Stephanie yawned. "Yes, this is her. What's the problem?" The voice on the other end sighed. "I am calling about your husband, Hunter. You better come down immediately."
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"How could this happen? It's only been three weeks! She gave him a year, she GAVE HIM A YEAR!" Stephanie screamed. Chris comfortingly patted Stephanie's head. "There, there. Ssh…" He whispered.
Chris kissed her head. "It's okay, I am here for you…" He whispered. Stephanie cried out. "Hunter's gone…It's not okay!" She screamed. She longed to break out of Chris's grasp; to go to her husband and beg them not bury him.
He holds her still as she tries to run away. "Stop it, Stephanie. You're only making it harder on yourself." Stephanie tried to elbow him in the jaw. "I don't give a fuck, I've got to see Hunter!"
He ducks his head so he doesn't get her arm rammed into his mouth. "Stephanie-" Chris gets cut off by her plunging her heel into his foot. "Ow! Son of a mother fucking bitch. Stephanie, cut the crap!"
"No…" She whispers, as the doctors inject a sedative, "not without Hunter…"
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"How ya feeling?" Jericho stood hovered over Stephanie. Her arm throbbed where she had the needle injected into her. "I feel numb and crap." She muttered. Feeling her head, she suddenly screamed.
Chris ran to her side. "What?" He whispered. "Tell me." Stephanie's chest heaved up and down as she cried. "Hunter's dead…I just remembered." She sobbed. Chris sighed. "Come here." He gently took her in his arms.
"I promise you. I am not going to leave your side. Not today, not tomorrow, not even the next day after that. Never." He snuggled his face up against her hair. "All I need for you to do is trust me."
Stephanie nodded. "I trust you."
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// Sometimes I feel the fear
Of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself
How much I'll let the fear take //
// The wheel and steer
It's driven me before
It seems to have a vague
Haunting mass appeal //
// Lately I am beginning to find
That I should be the one
Behind the wheel //
// Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there //
// So if I decide to waver
My chance to be
One of the hive
Will I choose
Water over wine? //
// And hold my own and drive, oh, oh, oh…
It's driven me before
It seems to be the way
That everyone else gets around //
// Lately I am beginning to find
That when I drive myself
My light is found //
// Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there… //
// Would you choose
Water over wine?
Hold the wheel and drive… //
// Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there…//