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Happy Holidays everyone! Take care!
Chapter 9: Everything but You
Late that night, Jeff walked into the hotel room only to find Matt hunched over, under the covers, a flashlight in his hand.
"Matt, what are you doing?" Jeff asked, throwing back the covers.
Matt looked up, startled. "You're not looking at the latest issue of the WWF Divas are you? I swear, Amy is going to knock your block off!" Matt shook his head, "No, of course not. I'm looking at the latest script."
Jeff looked at his watch, "At this hour of the night, what for?" he demanded.
"I'm just a bit nervous about Vengeance, that's all."
"You'd better be, I'm gonna kick your butt," Jeff said, grinning wickedly.
"Yeah bro, whatever you say," Matt replied, with a roll of his eyes.
"Which brings me to my next question, why are you reading the script under the bed covers with the lights off, when you could reading, lying on top the bedcovers with the lights on?" In a heartbeat, Jeff snatched the script from Matt.
"Hey!" Matt protested. Ignoring him, Jeff scanned the page. He let out a gasp and looked up at Matt with startled eyes.
Jericho sat on the cold, wooden floor, hugging his knees to his chest. He was beginning to regret letting Steph have the hammock. "The Walls of Jericho is more merciful on my back than trying to sleep on this floor," he grumbled to himself. Hearing Stephanie moan in her sleep, his head shot up with a start, *Uh oh,* he thought, *more nightmares again. I want to know what goes on inside that head of hers, what troubles her so? The girl that has everything, is obviously missing something - peace of mind.* As Chris approached her, she tossed fitfully in her sleep. His hand happened to brush against her arm as he knelt down beside her. It was warm. Frowning, he felt her forehead, *She's burning up. *
"Great, Trapper John, MD, I am not," he muttered. Chris fished in his pockets, hoping desperately to find some Tylenol or aspirin in there. *I have to find some way to help you Steph,* he thought, watching her intently. Helplessly, his eyes scanned their surroundings for something that could be of use to them. "Okay Steph, the doctor is in, prepare to sweat," he warned, smiling grimly. Somewhat reluctantly, Jericho squeezed into the hammock beside her. She just moaned in her sleep and cuddled up against Chris's chest. Nervously, Chris spoke up, "Not only do you have Steph germs on my shirt, now you have sick germs all over it too, so you know what, you can have it." Sighing, Chris enveloped Stephanie in his arms, pulling her closer. "For a sharp girl, it wasn't the brightest notion you ever had, taking a bath in cool weather - and with no hair dryer either," he admonished lightly, a slight smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
"Mm hmm," Stephanie mumbled in her sleep, and lightly rested her hands on his chest.
"You're killing me here Steph," Chris groaned.
"You'd better not die on me, you hear? I mean it! I refuse, I absolutely refuse to have your death on my hands!" Chris let his body go almost limp with exhaustion. Placing a tender kiss on her feverish forehead, he promptly went to sleep.
The next morning:
"Mmm," Stephanie mumbled. Stretching her arms, Stephanie came in contact with something warm and cuddly. That's when she felt a heavy object swing over her thigh. Instantly her eyes popped open and she jumped up. Sleepily, she rubbed at her bleary eyes, trying to focus. She heard a loud 'thump' as if something heavy were hitting the floor. "Chris, I heard an object crash to the floor, what was it?
"That object was me," he said ruefully, rubbing his backside as he slowly got up. "And if I had some ice, my butt would feel absolutely heavenly," he grumbled to himself. "Ouch!" he exclaimed. "That's the thanks I get," he muttered under his breath. "How about we get up at the same time, next time," Chris quipped to Stephanie, a crooked grin on his face. "You okay?" Chris asked sharply, staring intently into her flushed face. Rising to his full height, he walked over to Steph and put a hand to her forehead. "Hmm, still a little warm." Frowning, he removed his hand from her forehead.
"What are you talking about?" Stephanie asked in bewilderment. Uncertainty enveloping her, she wrapped her arms around herself and took a step back.
"You really don't remember do you?" he asked in surprise. *Oh man, this is almost too easy and way too tempting to pass up. I could tell her anything and she'd buy it! But...* his thoughts trailed off. "Would you quit looking at me like I'm the demon spawn of Jack the Ripper!" Chris demanded, irritated. Carefully, Chris evenly distributed his weight as he sat down in the hammock. "You were sick last night, burning up with fever, so I kept you warm, that's all." Clueless, Stephanie just stared at him. Exasperated, Chris blurted out, "You and I slept in the hammock together, my arms wrapped around you the whole night!" A million thoughts going through her head, Stephanie didn't know how to react. Finally, she walked over to Jericho and gingerly sat down beside him. Twisting her hands in her lap nervously, Stephanie whispered softly, "Thank you." Chris blinked at her in amazement. *What, no outrage, no indignation? This girl is getting harder to resist by the minute.* They both got up at the same time, neither one wanting to land on the floor - the hard way. Stephanie whirled around suddenly. Deep in thought, she asked, "Did you kiss me last night?"
"I thought you didn't remember?" Chris smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Her eyes lit up, "So you did!"
"Why, do you want to be kissed?" Chris probed, quirking an eyebrow. Dropping his arms at his sides, he slowly walked towards her. Her heart fluttering in her chest, her eyes riveted on Jericho, Stephanie felt as if her feet were glued to the floor. "What are you afraid of?" Chris asked softly, his deep blue eyes searching her own. "Afraid that I won't be the Y2 Jerk that you think I am?"
"I, I," Stephanie stuttered. Smiling gently, Chris tilted her chin up to face him. She found herself helplessly drowning in his eyes. Looking down into her baby blues, Chris tenderly pressed his lips to hers.
Will Jeff tell Amy, or will Amy be in for the shock of her life at Vengeance?
Maybe Jericho will become Vince's son-in-law after all? Hmm...
Stay tuned, don't click that button...
Happy Holidays everyone! Take care!
Chapter 9: Everything but You
Late that night, Jeff walked into the hotel room only to find Matt hunched over, under the covers, a flashlight in his hand.
"Matt, what are you doing?" Jeff asked, throwing back the covers.
Matt looked up, startled. "You're not looking at the latest issue of the WWF Divas are you? I swear, Amy is going to knock your block off!" Matt shook his head, "No, of course not. I'm looking at the latest script."
Jeff looked at his watch, "At this hour of the night, what for?" he demanded.
"I'm just a bit nervous about Vengeance, that's all."
"You'd better be, I'm gonna kick your butt," Jeff said, grinning wickedly.
"Yeah bro, whatever you say," Matt replied, with a roll of his eyes.
"Which brings me to my next question, why are you reading the script under the bed covers with the lights off, when you could reading, lying on top the bedcovers with the lights on?" In a heartbeat, Jeff snatched the script from Matt.
"Hey!" Matt protested. Ignoring him, Jeff scanned the page. He let out a gasp and looked up at Matt with startled eyes.
Jericho sat on the cold, wooden floor, hugging his knees to his chest. He was beginning to regret letting Steph have the hammock. "The Walls of Jericho is more merciful on my back than trying to sleep on this floor," he grumbled to himself. Hearing Stephanie moan in her sleep, his head shot up with a start, *Uh oh,* he thought, *more nightmares again. I want to know what goes on inside that head of hers, what troubles her so? The girl that has everything, is obviously missing something - peace of mind.* As Chris approached her, she tossed fitfully in her sleep. His hand happened to brush against her arm as he knelt down beside her. It was warm. Frowning, he felt her forehead, *She's burning up. *
"Great, Trapper John, MD, I am not," he muttered. Chris fished in his pockets, hoping desperately to find some Tylenol or aspirin in there. *I have to find some way to help you Steph,* he thought, watching her intently. Helplessly, his eyes scanned their surroundings for something that could be of use to them. "Okay Steph, the doctor is in, prepare to sweat," he warned, smiling grimly. Somewhat reluctantly, Jericho squeezed into the hammock beside her. She just moaned in her sleep and cuddled up against Chris's chest. Nervously, Chris spoke up, "Not only do you have Steph germs on my shirt, now you have sick germs all over it too, so you know what, you can have it." Sighing, Chris enveloped Stephanie in his arms, pulling her closer. "For a sharp girl, it wasn't the brightest notion you ever had, taking a bath in cool weather - and with no hair dryer either," he admonished lightly, a slight smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
"Mm hmm," Stephanie mumbled in her sleep, and lightly rested her hands on his chest.
"You're killing me here Steph," Chris groaned.
"You'd better not die on me, you hear? I mean it! I refuse, I absolutely refuse to have your death on my hands!" Chris let his body go almost limp with exhaustion. Placing a tender kiss on her feverish forehead, he promptly went to sleep.
The next morning:
"Mmm," Stephanie mumbled. Stretching her arms, Stephanie came in contact with something warm and cuddly. That's when she felt a heavy object swing over her thigh. Instantly her eyes popped open and she jumped up. Sleepily, she rubbed at her bleary eyes, trying to focus. She heard a loud 'thump' as if something heavy were hitting the floor. "Chris, I heard an object crash to the floor, what was it?
"That object was me," he said ruefully, rubbing his backside as he slowly got up. "And if I had some ice, my butt would feel absolutely heavenly," he grumbled to himself. "Ouch!" he exclaimed. "That's the thanks I get," he muttered under his breath. "How about we get up at the same time, next time," Chris quipped to Stephanie, a crooked grin on his face. "You okay?" Chris asked sharply, staring intently into her flushed face. Rising to his full height, he walked over to Steph and put a hand to her forehead. "Hmm, still a little warm." Frowning, he removed his hand from her forehead.
"What are you talking about?" Stephanie asked in bewilderment. Uncertainty enveloping her, she wrapped her arms around herself and took a step back.
"You really don't remember do you?" he asked in surprise. *Oh man, this is almost too easy and way too tempting to pass up. I could tell her anything and she'd buy it! But...* his thoughts trailed off. "Would you quit looking at me like I'm the demon spawn of Jack the Ripper!" Chris demanded, irritated. Carefully, Chris evenly distributed his weight as he sat down in the hammock. "You were sick last night, burning up with fever, so I kept you warm, that's all." Clueless, Stephanie just stared at him. Exasperated, Chris blurted out, "You and I slept in the hammock together, my arms wrapped around you the whole night!" A million thoughts going through her head, Stephanie didn't know how to react. Finally, she walked over to Jericho and gingerly sat down beside him. Twisting her hands in her lap nervously, Stephanie whispered softly, "Thank you." Chris blinked at her in amazement. *What, no outrage, no indignation? This girl is getting harder to resist by the minute.* They both got up at the same time, neither one wanting to land on the floor - the hard way. Stephanie whirled around suddenly. Deep in thought, she asked, "Did you kiss me last night?"
"I thought you didn't remember?" Chris smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Her eyes lit up, "So you did!"
"Why, do you want to be kissed?" Chris probed, quirking an eyebrow. Dropping his arms at his sides, he slowly walked towards her. Her heart fluttering in her chest, her eyes riveted on Jericho, Stephanie felt as if her feet were glued to the floor. "What are you afraid of?" Chris asked softly, his deep blue eyes searching her own. "Afraid that I won't be the Y2 Jerk that you think I am?"
"I, I," Stephanie stuttered. Smiling gently, Chris tilted her chin up to face him. She found herself helplessly drowning in his eyes. Looking down into her baby blues, Chris tenderly pressed his lips to hers.
Will Jeff tell Amy, or will Amy be in for the shock of her life at Vengeance?
Maybe Jericho will become Vince's son-in-law after all? Hmm...
Stay tuned, don't click that button...