A/N: All right…I know it's been a little over..uh..2 months since I updated this…but the point is, here's the new chapter! See! I never let ya down! ^____^

                Chris woke up, and he actually wondered if all the things that had transpired were all a terrible dream—one that was now over, and he would roll over and find her there—nice and normal. However, when he rolled over, she wasn't there. Further, he opened his eyes to find her no where to be seen. His shot up, glancing around. Did she leave? Oh god, that could mean—

                "Stepha—I mean—Deliah! Where are you?!" he shouted. He got up, and suddenly he heard the bathroom door open. Relief flood over him. She hadn't decided to go off on her own.

                Just like many times before, though, the relief was really short lived.

                "What's all the screaming about?"

                "Oh my god!" Chris turned around quickly, reddening. "Put some clothes on!" He heard her huff.

                "You're worse then a five year old." She responded before he heard the door close. He let out a breath, trying to stop from blushing. It wasn't as if he never saw a girl naked before, but he never actually saw her naked before.

                Yeah, it was strange—especially because Chris never actually had that want to do anything like that. It really was new to him. He was actually content with just holding her. Now she needed him, whether she knew it or not. No matter what she did, he was going to remain patient with her. She's sick, after all. It'll be just like taking care of a cold. Only she'll be talking a lot. And trying to get in my pants. You know, it figures the one girl I DON'T want to take advantage of gets this.

                "You can turn around now." And he did. He blinked in shock.

                "That's my shirt! What the hell did you do to it?!" his mouth had dropped again.

                "I made it into a girl shirt." She smirked proudly. She definitely looked like what she thought she was.

                "You are NOT going out like that." He sighed loudly. She smirked.

                "Who's gonna make me, Blondie?" she challenged.

                "I am. Now here—" he got Stephanie's bag. 'This is your stuff." She groaned, opening the bag. After going through the entire thing, she ended up with one outfit.

                "Can't I just cut—"

                "No. Put it on. And take that make-up off." He smirked.

                "I shouldn't be taking orders from you—" she replied, but went into the bathroom again.

                For a moment there, something had flashed in her eyes that Chris had only thought about after he had seen it. It wasn't the hard, unsure look that he had been getting from this 'Deliah'. No, it was like Stephanie just flashed in for a moment, like she resurfaced and then went under again. Chris hoped he wasn't seeing things, because it really did look like that—but hope really did do things to his head.

                It never failed him though, so why stop now?

                "Happy?" she asked when she finally came out. Chris couldn't help but smile. Even though she was bruised up, he could see Stephanie—the real Stephanie, through all the hostility that was radiating from her confused head. "I feel like an idiot. And my ribs hurt. You still haven't told me how that happened. I have a right to know, you know."

                "You're asking me?" he raised a brow.

                "Well, you people seem to all know me, so I guess I'll just go along with it." She shrugged lightly. "So—indulge me, all right?"

                "You were kidnapped by your soon to be ex-husband." He explained. "He attacked you."

                "I'm married—huh, and what are you to this Stephanie?" she smirked.

                "I'm her boyfriend." He said. "And I love her very much."

                And then the flash came again. "Chris—" Chris looked at her, surprised, but she shook her head and the gleam in her eyes, the gleam he loved, was gone again. "Man, my head hurts. All your Stephanie bullshit is making my bloody head spin."

                It was the first time he noticed she had a distinct British accent. "So, where do you say you're from again?"

                "Liverpool. Moved here 3 years ago." She explained confidently.

                "Do you remember what Liverpool looks like?" he asked.

                "Sure I do I—" and then she stopped. "Wow, that's strange, I don't remember at all."

                "It's because Stephanie has never really visited England that much. She wouldn't know." He kept getting points over and over again.

                "Back on that thing, huh?" she rolled her eyes.

                "You asked." He grinned.

                "You have a sexy smile, you know—" she pointed out gingerly.

                "That's nice." He smirked. She moved closer to him.

                "No really—" she trailed off.

                "You're not going to get to me, so don't bother." He replied. She smiled lightly.

                "Is that a fact?" she chuckled, then moved to where she could whisper in his ear. "I've gotten to a lot more tougher men then you."

                "Well that's not possible, considering you've only been on this Earth for a half of a day." He responded. "And I'm not going to disrespect the person you're suppose to be."

                "'Stephanie's' never given ya some loving, has she?" she grinned.

                "No, and I'm perfectly fine with that." He responded, sounding a little annoyed.

                "You know you want to fuck her—" she seemed to be enjoying this.

                "Actually, I'm fine with just her. You know, when you love someone, you don't need to do that stuff." He shook his head.

                "Where did you come from? Planet Loser?" she asked.

                "No, I come from 'Planet' Respect." He replied. She paused.

                "You're gay, aren't you?" she asked.

                "No!" he replied sharply. "Now listen, sadly Vince wants to hide your insanity, so I need you to be Stephanie for a few hours—"

                "Any reason why, Romeo?" she smirked.

                "Obviously." He smirked. "Big party. You know, 'Welcome back Stephanie'?"

                "My NAME is—"

                "Just do this for me, please?" he asked, his patience wearing thin. She pouted at him, but ultimately rolled her eyes and nodded. Good. I'll trust her. God knows why I'll trust her, but I'll trust her. I know Stephanie's in there somewhere.

                "So, will anyone cute be at the party?" she asked. "I could use a few kicks."

                Chris groaned outloud, walking into the bathroom.

                "What? Was it something I said?"

~~

                "How you feeling, Rob?"

                Chris had decided to not guard Stephanie for a moment to greet the people who had come over to the little party. So far all was going good. 'Deliah' caught on fast, and besides her weird attachment to Jeff, she acted pretty normal. Or Stephanie-like, anyway. Gonna be over soon…

                "I'm cool." He nodded quietly. "Glad she's all right."

                If you only knew. "Yeah, good thing, huh?"

                Chris sat beside Stephanie again, catching the end of the conversation she was having with Jeff.

                "And so I was like—'Oh my god, what's up with your hair?'—he took offense, I guess." Jeff chuckled, and Chris decided just not to ask.

                "Chris, can I talk to you?" Lita suddenly asked. Chris blinked, then nodded.

                "Sure Lita." He stood up and followed her away from the table. She turned to him when they were far enough away. "What's up with her?"

                "What?" he asked, trying to feign innocence.

                "She's acting really weird. Don't try to lie about it."

                Chris sighed, weighing his options. Lita really WOULD never tell anyone.

                "Listen, Lita, she lost her memory. She thinks she's someone else. But you can't tell anyone. Please?"

                "All right, I'll take that as an answer right now." She looked at him. "But you're explaining this to me fully tonight, all right?"

                "I promise." He responded.

                "What are you two talking about?" Stephanie asked, a smirk on her face. "Being all lovey-dovey?"

                Lita looked at her, then shook her head. "Better get her back to normal soon."

                "Tell me about it." He sighed loudly and watched her walk away. Stephanie instantly brightened.

                "Does that mean she knows?! I can act like my normal self?!" she looked a bit excited.

                "No. Only she knows. And she's gonna help me get you back to normal hopefully. So just sit down and calm down, all right?"

                "Aw, come on. I'm sick of being all goody goody." She pouted. Stephanie? Goody goody? Well, I guess you could consider her that when you're someone like 'Deliah'.

                "It's just for a little more. Most of the people are ready to leave now anyway. They just all wanted to see you." He paused. "The Stephanie you."

                "But I'm NOT Stephanie." She shook her head.

                "You may not remember, but you are. Somewhere inside you you are. And I really miss that side of you. I want her back, and I can't have her back until you realize that you're not Deliah. Now come on, people are looking at us."

                She just rolled her eyes and walked back to the table. She sat by Jeff again and continued a conversation that must have ended when she left. Chris looked at her, sighing wistfully. One day you'll be back to normal, Steph. I'll be by your side until then. I lost you once, I'm not going to lose you again.

                Chris took her home after a few more hours at the party. She had done pretty well, only a few times slipping up to her current 'real' personality. He held the door open for her to their room and she walked in, yawning slightly.

                "What time is it?"

                He glanced at the clock. "Eight."

                "We were out that long? Wow." She looked surprised. She sat on one of the beds, sighing, rubbing her head lightly.

                "Something wrong?" he asked. She looks pale suddenly. Or maybe I just didn't notice it before.

                "I just have a little headache, that's all." She sighed. "You're a weird one, Blondie."

                "What do you mean?" he inquired.

                "You're almost making me believe I'm this Stephanie girl." She laughed lightly. "She must be pretty special if you're telling me the truth."

                "She is." Chris nodded without a pause. "It's pretty funny, because we—me and Steph—used to—"

                "Bicker?" she asked, then paused, weighing her words. "You and I—we always—"

                Chris leaned forward, looking at her intently. She's remembering.

                "My head hurts. Mind if I go to sleep early tonight?" she asked. He looked at her, surprised.

                "You're asking me for permission?"

                "Yeah." She said, and continued, defensively, "I thought it'd be nice if I was polite for once."

                He just nodded, and she stood up. She started to walk to the bathroom. He watched her. I can't take it anymore—

                He took her by the arm and twirled her around. She looked a bit surprised, especially when he pulled her into a kiss. She tensed up at first, then slowly relaxed into the soft embrace. When she finally managed to pull her head away, she stared into his eyes, breathless, her arms around his neck. "Chris?" she asked, her eyes searching his.

                It was soft and almost melodic, Stephanie's old voice, not Deliah's hard edged one. But like a passing memory, she went back to Deliah, and she pulled away, shaking her head.

                The moment that had just happened made Chris feel just a little bit better. He had seen Stephanie eye to eye for that moment's fleeting glance. He had heard her voice. She wasn't lost, nothing close to it. She could come back, and Chris knew there had to be a way to speed up the process. He looked at the clock again. 8:10. I'm supposed to meet Lita at 9:30. Maybe she'll figure a way to get her back. Two heads are better then one, right?

                'Deliah' had indeed fallen asleep, and at 9:20, Chris left to meet Lita. I'll get you back, Steph, no matter what it takes. He kept promising her that silently as he had been doing since he found out what happened to her as he left the room, closing the door behind him.