Once again, thank you all so much for the reviews, yes, even to Stupid Little Whore. I haven't actually found any other Rock/Steph fics out there other than mine, so if you know of any good ones, let me know!

Points of View: October 21

Hunter

Watching the match, I can't help grinning. I can't help it. It's not because I like seeing my wife in some kind of emotional turmoil or what have you. I happen to like my wife, and I consider her one of my best friends. She's a surprisingly cool chick.

It's just…all these people watching have absolutely no idea what's really going on between Rock and Jericho. I even have to wonder whether or not Rock and Jericho know what's going on between Rock and Jericho.

I take it back. They do know. Rock knows that Jericho is jealous, and Jericho knows that Rock is in love with Stephanie. I just find the whole thing quite funny for some reason.

Movement from the top of the ramp catches my attention, and I see that it is Stephanie with a steel chair in hand. Oh, this is just getting better by the minute! She's calling to the Rock, but he doesn't seem impressed with her presence in the ring. There is some commotion – a low blow by Jericho?

Jericho uses the chair to win the title, and suddenly I realise that Stephanie is now in the ring. The two lovers – ex? – stare at each other, horror in her eyes, and triumph in his. I look a little closer, and something in her face makes me lose my smile. I know Stephanie well, better than she knows herself at times, and I know when she's performing in front of a crowd and the cameras.

I slowly shake my head, unable to believe what I'm seeing. I wonder if maybe tonight is one of those rare occasions where she forgets where she is… Maybe she doesn't notice the crowd? Maybe she doesn't notice the cameras?

Chris

I can't find Stephanie, and I don't even want to think about where she is. But, god, how I want her to be by my side at this moment. The best moment of my life, and I don't have anyone to share it with. I've just won the biggest title of my career…and I feel like crying.

I stare at the belt sitting across from me, and I think back to what happened earlier. She came out and she started cheering for him. That annoyed me more than I care to admit, although I know she was playing a role. In front of the cameras she's supposed to hate me. She ran down with a chair supposedly for the Rock, but for some reason I thought it had been for me. Well, I was the one who ended up using it anyway.

But when she had looked at me after the referee had given me the belt, the horror in her eyes had seemed real. In the three years we have been together, I believe that I've gotten to know Stephanie fairly well. I know when she's acting for the cameras and for the fans. And tonight, she wasn't acting.

It hurts a whole lot more than I thought.

A huge part of me knows that it's well and truly over between us, but I don't want it to be. I know I made a mistake and what I have to do – what I should have done right from the beginning – is confess and make it up to her. I just hope it's not too late.

But it is.

And I hate it. I want everything to go back to the way it was, with me and Stephanie. No stupid mistake, no him, no look of real dismay in her eyes at the sight of me with a Championship belt. And I know what I have to do now. I have to fight for her.

I grimace at the thought, thinking that I sound like some pathetic fool who's been reading way too much romance novels. I am a pathetic fool. I can't believe I gave up Stephanie, and for what? Some forgettable, dime-a-dozen mat rat?

I am the stupidest man on the planet.

Rock

I can't believe that jerk won…

And of all the people to help him, it was Stephanie. My Stephanie. How could she do that to me?

There is a soft knock on my door and for the first time I don't rush to open it. I know who it is and I'm not sure I want to see her right now. The knock becomes louder, more impatient. I finally stand and open the door for her.

Her face is tear-streaked, and she looks at me with absolute misery on her face. 'Oh, god, I'm so sorry,' she whispers.

My heart melts. I reach out to tug her inside, making sure that nobody saw her before closing the door. I wrap my arms around her and almost instantly I feel her arms around my waist.

'I'm sorry,' she apologises again. 'I never wanted you to lose the belt.'

I have to wonder how truly she means the words she is saying. A part of me believes her, but another part is unable to stop thinking about her intense relationship with Jericho. Surely a part of her is happy that he did win?

'Let's not worry about it too much right now, okay?' I soothe her. I don't like seeing her this upset. 'It's going to be fine.'

'I don't even know why I came out like I did.' Stephanie raises her head from my shoulder and looks at me. Her eyes are red and slightly swollen, and they look at me with a mixture of apology and guilt. 'Just watching the two of you…it was harder than I expected. I did want to come out for you.'

I can't help wondering whether the guilt she feels is for having played a part in me losing the title, or because she's here with me instead of him.

But it's that same thought that suddenly makes everything clear. She is here with me. And not him. And I don't even care that I'm no longer the WCW Champion.

Stephanie

'Steph, please stop,' he says, a sudden smile on his face. 'Just stop.'

But I can't. I am upset about what happened earlier in the night, and I want him to know that. My first thought after the referee's hand had hit the mat for the third time had been of the look of betrayal in the Rock's eyes when he next looked at me. I don't think I could ever stand that.

'Rocky, I'm-'

His smile just widens as he takes a step away from me. 'Don't apologise.'

I don't understand, and I frown at him. 'But-'

'Let me ask you something. What are you doing here?'

The question sounds stupid for a brief moment, and I'm even more confused. 'I came to apologise, to…' I trail off for a few seconds. 'I came to make things right between us.'

'Where is Jericho?'

That was unexpected, and I stare at him. 'What?'

He pushes back strands of hair from my face. 'Steph, I don't care about what you did, about losing the title. Not anymore. I do care that you're here with me right now.'

And that is when it dawns on me. 'Of course I'm here with you.' I hesitate before continuing. 'And I don't know where Chris is.'

I feel a slight twinge of guilt, but I push it away. A small smile forms on my face. 'After what I did, all I cared about was seeing you.'

He draws me in for a deep kiss, and a warm feeling of happiness seeps back into me. Everything is going to be just fine. Despite what happened an hour ago, everything is going to be just perfect, and there is nowhere else in the world right now that I would rather be.

Rock finally pulls away, but he keeps his face close to mine, his amazing smile delightfully infectious. 'God, I love you so much,' he says.

I walk backwards towards the bedroom, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him along with me.