A/N: I wrote this in a car…LoL…

                Chris took a long sip of the coffee from the cup he was holding. This stuff is all I've been drinking this last week.

                Lita watched him, almost cautiously. He knew how tired he had to look, with all the sleepless nights worrying about Stephanie, first with her being taken and now with her inability to remember that she wasn't a British slut. It all seemed almost unfair to him, with the fact that he never asked for the problems he had. He deserved to be happy.

                "How is she doing?" Lita asked, staring at him intently with a worried look gracing her normally calm hazel eyes.

                "Good for someone who thinks she's a hooker." Chris replied glumly, looking down at the now half empty cup in front of him. Drank this much all ready? Man…

                Lita frowned deeply, letting her hand rest on his in a gesture of comfort. He looked up at her then, giving her a small sad smile to show he appreciated her concern. "This isn't your fault, Chris. I know you're blaming yourself, but it really isn't. Hell, you're probably the best thing that ever happened to her."

                "Yeah, because I know she always wanted to be someone like Deliah." He replied sarcastically. He lowered his head, sighing loudly. I'm such a screw up.

                He looked up to find Lita's eyes flaring up, almost like she was annoyed. "Don't even think any of this Deliah business is your fault. You're not the wife-beater, Hunter is. He could have killed her if you hadn't gone and saved her. We just need to think of a way to bring her back to the real world."

                Chris stared at her, mouth open in a surprised look.

                "Anyway," she continued, her eyes growing calm again. "She has to get better. She's one of my best friends."

                Chris looked at her, suddenly realizing something. God, I really AM stupid. Chris silently berated himself. He had been so selfish to think he was the only one affected by what happened to Stephanie. Lita herself looked as worn as he had to be, bags under her eyes. Vince, too, looked the same when Chris had seen him, like he was worried about his daughter's safety. So worried that he looked to Chris to save her, basically gave him the title of Stephanie's protector.

                I'm not going to let anyone down. I won't. His face showing his sudden resolve, his eyes flickering with determination, he took in a breath and exhaled it slowly. "We're getting her back. We just need to figure out how. Will you help me?"

                Lita instantly showed interest, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, Chris."

                Chris concentrated, trying to think. He let his mind wander to earlier that day, and even to the few hours before the meeting that was taking place at the moment. She got her memory back a few times. How?

                "Has she shown any signs at all that Stephanie is still in there?" Lita asked, obviously thinking as well. Chris nodded his head yes.

                "A few times," he explained. "There's a connection, but I'm not seeing it."

                "Well, what was happening each time she got some of it back?" Lita asked. Chris thought about it.

                "The most recent was…well, I kissed her like I used to…she showed a flicker of recognition but then she…lost it." He sighed, but continued to think. "And another time was when I mentioned how we used to fight…what?"

                A knowing smile had spread onto her features and Chris finally noticed it. Does she know something I don't? "Don't you see, Chris?"

                "See what?" he stared at her, utterly confused.

                "Her connection to the past is you." She replied matter-of-factly.

                "Me?" he questioned, not fully following her thought pattern.

                "Think about it, Chris. She's been through this highly traumatic experience." Lita sat back in her seat, still regarding him. "From what Rob told me, all Hunter did the entire time was hurt her…physically, yes, but mostly mentally. Most people never recover from something like that, even without losing their memory. Bust she's still in there, and the only reason why that is true is because she knew someone was going to save her. You got through part one of getting her back, and it'll be you bringing her back through this part too."

                "But why me? It could be someone else…her family, maybe…?" he trailed off.

                "Right. Keep dreaming. You're her whole world, Chris. Her family was crap, her husband…well, you know him…but then there was you, this incredible guy who treated her like an equal, helped her get her mind on the right track. It's only natural that all the memories of you would bring her back to the real Stephanie because one, they're probably her happiest memories, and two…you're the one who actually helped shaped the Stephanie that we knew." She grinned at him. "You gotta be the hero, Chris."

                Chris let what Lita said sink in, quietly thinking about all the times he had with Stephanie. She had made her the happiest person he had been for a long time. He never once felt like he had made a mistake falling in love with her.

                "Thanks Lita," Chris said, standing up. "I better get back to the room. Don't want her sneaking out."

                He tossed some money down, enough for the coffee the two had had. Lita nodded lightly, then winked at him. "Gimme a call if she comes back to the real world, okay? Or if I can help out with anything."

                "You got it." He nodded.

                Chris turned and left then, heading back to the room. You know, thinking about it, maybe it wasn't a good idea leaving Stephanie all alone. She might have woken up and snuck out for all I know. Not good, not good… He opened the door and found her not in bed. Instantly his worries grew to all out panic, and he looked around for her, hoping she hadn't just up and left.

                "Blondie" he spun around to see her entering the room from the balcony. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. "And you said I was bad, I thought you just up and left me. Yeesh."

                Chris shook his head. "Nope. Still here."

                Stephanie nodded her head. "I can see. So, where'd you sneak of to?"

                Chris threw his coat to the side. "Oh, Lita just invited me for coffee. Sorry I left without telling you, but you were asleep."

                "Talking about me, huh?" she asked, almost suspiciously. Chris didn't answer. "Still on that 'You hit your head' deal? The little 'You aren't who you think you are' theory?"

                He looked at her pointedly. "Do you believe it?" he asked.

                She sighed, turning around to look out the balcony sliding door toward the dark scenery. She stayed silent, like she was thinking. Is she finally believing me?

                "I had this really weird dream. That's why I'm awake." She said finally, her voice low. "You really are mixing my head up, Blondie."

                "What sort of dream?" he pressed.

                "I don't know. It's like flashes of memories, but it can't be because I don't actually –remember- them. And it's giving me headaches."

                "Bad ones?"

                She shrugged. "Not really. It's really dull. Like it's there but it isn't." She shook her head. "I'm so confused. Just really confused."

                Chris noted how lost and confused she looked, and he instinctively pulled her into a hug. She didn't tense at all, but seemed to take comfort in the embrace. He felt her tighten the hug.

                "I promise everything will be all right." He swore. She just buried her face deeper into his shirt.

                He held her for a little while, then she pulled away, looking a little embarrassed. Excusing herself, she went back to bed. Chris himself got into bed too, but didn't sleep for a long time. Instead, he laid there and just thought about how he was going to get Stephanie back for good.