When the Cat's Away, The Mice Shall Play
By the Angel
Summary: Hunter and Stephanie try to make amends among themselves. But it doesn't seem to be working…
Disclaimer: Names belong to WWFE and Vince McMahon owns the Alliance and the WWF.
A/N: It's all in dialogue. Suffer. :)
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"Long time, no see, Stephanie."
"Hunter?"
"Yeah, it's me. Remember? Your husband who I thought you loved faithfully."
"I do, Hunter, I do."
"I guess a lot's happened since I've been gone…"
"Yeah."
"I was stretching out my leg one day, taking a walk around Alabama. And guess what a nice little piece of gossip I heard? I heard from a store owner that my wife had purchased ECW, screwed her father over, and shoved the knife into my heart."
"We have power, now though."
"We? Oh, no, WE don't. I am not joining you."
"What?"
"You heard me. I would never leave the WWF. Ever."
"I should have known."
"So should've I. But I guess I saw it coming. You know the old saying, Steph, 'when the cat's away-'"
"The mice will play."
"Yeah. I thought you loved me Stephanie McMahon."
"Hunter! I do, I said. I honestly and truly do!"
"Nah…I don't think you do. Why don't you go back to the Alliance dressing room and screw the Man-Beast and Mr. Monday Night."
"Hunter—I don't—"
"Love them? I know you don't."
"I love you Hunter, and you've got to know that."
"I saw you shake hands with Test. Boy oh boy, when I get my hands on that sorry son of a—"
"No! Hunter, you can't hurt him. He's a friend of mine. We never kissed, we never—"
"Save it for someone who cares, Stephanie."
"I thought you cared."
"The operative word in that sentence was cared. I did, Stephanie. I did. I cared about you so much that I went through all kinds of crap to marry you. Hell, I almost got arrested for marrying you!"
"It was a hard time. But we got through it strongly, so why can't this situation be the same way?"
"Because it doesn't work like that. I gave you too many chances, Steph."
"I am so sorry."
"I don't think my heart could hold forgiveness for what you've done to me."
"Look past that! Look into your soul, Hunter, your soul."
"I have no soul."
"Oh god."
"Now that I made it well known that we're over, I better be going."
"Please! Don't leave me!"
"I am sorry, Steph."
"So am I, I told you that! I'll hand the company over to Shane, I'll defect back to the WWF, please, Hunter, what do you want me to do?"
"Go to hell."