Author: Huntress
Summary: Chris Jericho and Steph are stranded with no civilization for miles.. Can they survive the mountans, let alone each other?
Disclaimer: I don't own Chris Jericho (though I'd like to!), Stephanie McMahon Helmsly, the WWF, or anyone else my imagination orders into this story. So if you sue me, I get to counter sue. Yup dats right cant mess wit me! Nah! :P
Rating: PG-13 for language and death. ( No one important.)
Chapter 2: Stranded
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"Ooh my head!" Stephanie moaned. "What happened?" She managed to open her eyes and saw Jericho looking down at her. "The fucking plane crashed, the pilots dead, and I don't know where we are. THATS what happened." Steph's eyes filled with tears. "Oh my God! We're gonna die!" She yelled. Chris wanted to smack her. "Glad your thinking positive thoughts." He muttered. She looked at him with fire in her eyes and stood up. "Positive thoughts? Positive thoughts? WE ARE TRAPPED IN FUCKING GOD KNOWS WHERE, WE HAVE A DEAD BODY WITH US, THERES NO FOOD OR WATER, WE COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED, NO ONE KNOWS WHERE WE ARE, AND IM STUCK WITH YOU! WHY THE HELL SHOULD I THINK POSITIVE THOUGHTS?!" She screamed. "Well maybe this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't have been such a bitch!" He yelled back. "Me?! You had to be a prick and blast that shit you call music and distract him into coming out here and leaving the controls!" She retaliated. "Well if you had just let me listen to it on the laptop, it wouldn't have been so loud, he wouldn't have come out, and we wouldn't have crashed!" He smirked arrogantly at her loss for words. It was silent for a few minutes, then Jericho moved to open the door. "Where are you going?" She asked curiously. "To find out where the hell we are." He snapped. She went to follow him. "What are you doing?" He growled. "I'm coming with you." Steph said. "Why?" He asked, annoyed. "I'm not gonna stay here alone!" "Aww, is the Princess scared?" "Yes!" She said sharply, surprising him. "And why would that be?" "Well lets see.. I don't know where we are, or whats up here. There could be wild animals, or anything! And probably the only person other than myself for hundreds of miles is leaving, who knows what might happen to him, and if he finds help he'll probably leave me here!" Jericho's face softened. "I wont leave you Steph." He said. "Right." She muttered. "I promise." He said, making her feel a little better. She looked into his eyes. He was telling the truth. "Ok.." She sighed in defeat. Jericho started to make his way out the door, when Stephs voice stopped him. "Hey Chris?" She said softly. "What?" "Be careful." He gave her a quick half smile and went out the door. :.:*:.: Three hours later :.:*:.: The door to the plane opened, and Jericho walked in. Steph was asleep, curled up in a chair. Despite the fact he wished he was up here with nearly anyone but her, he had to admit she was beautiful. She was resting peacefully, the dead body of the pilot a few feet behind her. He suddenly felt sick, and had to get off the plane. He dreaded telling her that they probably wouldn't be found for awhile, since the plane had crashed into an extremely large cave in the side of a mountain. He did have some good news though. He had found an old abandoned cabin near the top. It was stocked with food. He wasn't going to admit to her that the reason it took him so long to get back was he had stopped for a sandwich. His mouth watered; he was still hungry. 'Oh well. Better wake her up and get out of here.' He thought. Stephs eyes fluttered open; someone was shaking her shoulder, and they weren't being to gentle about it. "Whaa..?" She said groggily. "Get up." He ordered. "I found where we're staying." "Motel 6?" She asked hopefully. "Not quite, but its got food and running water." "Lets go." She said, immediately awake. They both grabbed their bags and set off. They finally reached the cabin, and rushed inside. Steph looked around with distaste. "Eww.. Who would live here?" "What, not good enough for ya, Princess?" Jericho asked dryly. "Its dusty." She complained, wrinkling her nose. "Well we could go back to the plane with no food, water, and a dead body." He offered sarcastically. "No way. You couldn't get me back there no matter what ya did." "I bet I could." "Could not." "Could too." "Could not." "Could too." "Could not." "Could too." And with that, he picked her up and got ready to walk out the door. "Ok Ok you win!" Steph yelled, not wanting to go back out into the cold, much less the airplane. He put her down. "Thought so." She didn't reply. They looked around the cabin. In the living room, there was a bear skin rug, wood floors, a fireplace, a glass coffee table, a couch, a TV, an armchair, and a few paintings on the walls. They could see 3 doors, two on the right side of the house, and one on the left. They went into the one on the left first. It was a bedroom.. with only one bed. They looked at each other uneasily. "Maybe one of the other doors is another bedroom." Jericho suggested. "You had better hope so," Steph replied, "or your sleeping on the couch." He looked at her, amused. "We'll see about that." They set their bags down on the bed, and proceeded to the other side of the house. They opened the first door, and Stephs eyes sparkled with laughter. "You could sleep in there." She giggled. Jericho looked into the linen closet. "Fat chance." They closed the door, and went to the next one. It was a bathroom. "How about h--" "Don't even think about it." He interrupted. "Looks like you got the couch." She said. "No way Steph. I wouldn't even fit on it." She looked down and realized he was right. "Ok then you got the couch." He said. "What?" She asked sharply, her eyes narrowing. "You heard me." "I cant sleep on that." She said. "Why not?" "Its.. lumpy and hard." "I heard your used to things like that." "Not as used to it as you are!" She smiled sweetly. He glared at her. "And where might you have heard that?" "Oh Chris the whole locker rooms talking about the fact that your gay." She said, walking into the bedroom. "And to be honest? I cant say I don't believe them!" She closed and locked the bedroom door with a smirk on her face. "STEPHANIE!" Jericho roared. She changed into a white tee shirt that said Brooklyn on it. It came down to just below her thighs. Jericho was still out in front of the door, raving. Suddenly, the door came crashing down and he stormed into the room. Steph was laying down on the bed. He grabbed her by the arm and jerked her up so his face was directly in front of hers. "Do you enjoy tormenting me?" He hissed through clenched teeth. "Yup!" She said with a smirk on her face.
Summary: Chris Jericho and Steph are stranded with no civilization for miles.. Can they survive the mountans, let alone each other?
Disclaimer: I don't own Chris Jericho (though I'd like to!), Stephanie McMahon Helmsly, the WWF, or anyone else my imagination orders into this story. So if you sue me, I get to counter sue. Yup dats right cant mess wit me! Nah! :P
Rating: PG-13 for language and death. ( No one important.)
Chapter 2: Stranded
~*~
"Ooh my head!" Stephanie moaned. "What happened?" She managed to open her eyes and saw Jericho looking down at her. "The fucking plane crashed, the pilots dead, and I don't know where we are. THATS what happened." Steph's eyes filled with tears. "Oh my God! We're gonna die!" She yelled. Chris wanted to smack her. "Glad your thinking positive thoughts." He muttered. She looked at him with fire in her eyes and stood up. "Positive thoughts? Positive thoughts? WE ARE TRAPPED IN FUCKING GOD KNOWS WHERE, WE HAVE A DEAD BODY WITH US, THERES NO FOOD OR WATER, WE COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED, NO ONE KNOWS WHERE WE ARE, AND IM STUCK WITH YOU! WHY THE HELL SHOULD I THINK POSITIVE THOUGHTS?!" She screamed. "Well maybe this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't have been such a bitch!" He yelled back. "Me?! You had to be a prick and blast that shit you call music and distract him into coming out here and leaving the controls!" She retaliated. "Well if you had just let me listen to it on the laptop, it wouldn't have been so loud, he wouldn't have come out, and we wouldn't have crashed!" He smirked arrogantly at her loss for words. It was silent for a few minutes, then Jericho moved to open the door. "Where are you going?" She asked curiously. "To find out where the hell we are." He snapped. She went to follow him. "What are you doing?" He growled. "I'm coming with you." Steph said. "Why?" He asked, annoyed. "I'm not gonna stay here alone!" "Aww, is the Princess scared?" "Yes!" She said sharply, surprising him. "And why would that be?" "Well lets see.. I don't know where we are, or whats up here. There could be wild animals, or anything! And probably the only person other than myself for hundreds of miles is leaving, who knows what might happen to him, and if he finds help he'll probably leave me here!" Jericho's face softened. "I wont leave you Steph." He said. "Right." She muttered. "I promise." He said, making her feel a little better. She looked into his eyes. He was telling the truth. "Ok.." She sighed in defeat. Jericho started to make his way out the door, when Stephs voice stopped him. "Hey Chris?" She said softly. "What?" "Be careful." He gave her a quick half smile and went out the door. :.:*:.: Three hours later :.:*:.: The door to the plane opened, and Jericho walked in. Steph was asleep, curled up in a chair. Despite the fact he wished he was up here with nearly anyone but her, he had to admit she was beautiful. She was resting peacefully, the dead body of the pilot a few feet behind her. He suddenly felt sick, and had to get off the plane. He dreaded telling her that they probably wouldn't be found for awhile, since the plane had crashed into an extremely large cave in the side of a mountain. He did have some good news though. He had found an old abandoned cabin near the top. It was stocked with food. He wasn't going to admit to her that the reason it took him so long to get back was he had stopped for a sandwich. His mouth watered; he was still hungry. 'Oh well. Better wake her up and get out of here.' He thought. Stephs eyes fluttered open; someone was shaking her shoulder, and they weren't being to gentle about it. "Whaa..?" She said groggily. "Get up." He ordered. "I found where we're staying." "Motel 6?" She asked hopefully. "Not quite, but its got food and running water." "Lets go." She said, immediately awake. They both grabbed their bags and set off. They finally reached the cabin, and rushed inside. Steph looked around with distaste. "Eww.. Who would live here?" "What, not good enough for ya, Princess?" Jericho asked dryly. "Its dusty." She complained, wrinkling her nose. "Well we could go back to the plane with no food, water, and a dead body." He offered sarcastically. "No way. You couldn't get me back there no matter what ya did." "I bet I could." "Could not." "Could too." "Could not." "Could too." "Could not." "Could too." And with that, he picked her up and got ready to walk out the door. "Ok Ok you win!" Steph yelled, not wanting to go back out into the cold, much less the airplane. He put her down. "Thought so." She didn't reply. They looked around the cabin. In the living room, there was a bear skin rug, wood floors, a fireplace, a glass coffee table, a couch, a TV, an armchair, and a few paintings on the walls. They could see 3 doors, two on the right side of the house, and one on the left. They went into the one on the left first. It was a bedroom.. with only one bed. They looked at each other uneasily. "Maybe one of the other doors is another bedroom." Jericho suggested. "You had better hope so," Steph replied, "or your sleeping on the couch." He looked at her, amused. "We'll see about that." They set their bags down on the bed, and proceeded to the other side of the house. They opened the first door, and Stephs eyes sparkled with laughter. "You could sleep in there." She giggled. Jericho looked into the linen closet. "Fat chance." They closed the door, and went to the next one. It was a bathroom. "How about h--" "Don't even think about it." He interrupted. "Looks like you got the couch." She said. "No way Steph. I wouldn't even fit on it." She looked down and realized he was right. "Ok then you got the couch." He said. "What?" She asked sharply, her eyes narrowing. "You heard me." "I cant sleep on that." She said. "Why not?" "Its.. lumpy and hard." "I heard your used to things like that." "Not as used to it as you are!" She smiled sweetly. He glared at her. "And where might you have heard that?" "Oh Chris the whole locker rooms talking about the fact that your gay." She said, walking into the bedroom. "And to be honest? I cant say I don't believe them!" She closed and locked the bedroom door with a smirk on her face. "STEPHANIE!" Jericho roared. She changed into a white tee shirt that said Brooklyn on it. It came down to just below her thighs. Jericho was still out in front of the door, raving. Suddenly, the door came crashing down and he stormed into the room. Steph was laying down on the bed. He grabbed her by the arm and jerked her up so his face was directly in front of hers. "Do you enjoy tormenting me?" He hissed through clenched teeth. "Yup!" She said with a smirk on her face.