Reader Diva

Disclaimer: Own nobody, but the new girl, Fiona Miller.

A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)

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Thanks voters! You were all nicey to me! (But not to Trish!) And you voted "B", lie! Ya wee bunch o' scoundrels! Anyways, on with the story!

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The journey to the arena was painfully slow. Trish just wanted to get Chrissie on her own to find out what the hell was going on. She had become stubbornly silent about the subject since she got into the car.

One thing was for sure, if they were an item, Undertaker would more than likely freak, and that was something that she didn't want to think about. Wait, she would. Because it would involve thinking about Undertaker. Mmmmm…

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Fiona sat looking out of the window. If she was to pull this prank, it would take a whole lot of bother to keep it going. And it would be a lot to ask of Chris. She had only known him for about five hours. Strange. It felt more like five years.

They had talked for ages over their breakfast, and the memory of it brought a slight smile to Fiona's lips. She didn't know that Chris was smiling over the same thing in the seat next to her…

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Chris sat down in the lobby, his blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans slung on, with his jacket over them. It was twenty-five minutes later, and Chrissie would be there at any moment.

The elevator doors opened, and Christine Calloway stepped out. She was wearing the midriff beige top and the baggy camouflage trousers that she wore on her first day when she had intruded on him, RVD and Jeff in the locker room. She had changed so much since then. So had he, for that matter. RVD had been telling him to get out more, but he just couldn't find the enthusiasm. Now, he was going for breakfast with a Diva. Rob would be proud.

"Hi Chris," she said, but it was a different voice than the one that spoke to him when she first joined. This voice was a little more forceful, more comfortable, and more mature.

"Hi Chrissie. You ready?" he said.

"Sure."

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They had gone to "Jones'" for breakfast. It was a small sandwich-bar type of place, but they did a great breakfast, according to Chris. As they tucked into their breakfasts, they started talking about everything. And Fiona felt comfortable doing that.

For example, Chris talked to her about his family, his Mom and Dad, and how close they were. Fiona listened intently, interested in the closeness of them. Chris persuaded her to talk about her family, something Fi hardly ever did. He didn't plead with her, he simply asked about them, and Fiona found herself spilling details on a subject Trish didn't even know.

Fiona has a brother, a lawyer in London, and Fiona's Mum and Dad were so proud of him. When Fiona left Britain at 18, her family couldn't care less, really. She had been in a Backyard Fed and an Indy Fed, and they were ashamed more than anything. She should be all pretty and nice, not independent.

They changed the subject soon after that, and started talking about Chris's band. Fiona was very interested in Fozzy, she had heard them a couple of times, and she liked their sound. He talked about the other members, their tours, the fans, and the whole Rockstar lifestyle.

By the time they had (slowly) eaten their way through their bacon and eggs, Fiona knew Chris pretty well. And he knew her pretty well, too.

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They hadn't one straight back to the hotel after breakfast, where would the fun be in that? Instead, they went for a walk. And talked some more. They were like girls.

Chris parked the car, and Trish practically ran out. As Trish went to get her back from the boot, Chris opened his door, but Chrissie's hand on his arm stopped him going.

"What?" he asked her, looking into her deep brown eyes.

"You know that thing I was talking about?" Chrissie asked him.

"What about it?" he said.

"I'm going to pay Trish back for her little lie, if you are ok with it…" she said

"Sure. Hell, it should be fun," he said, a smile shining across his face.

"Thanks" Chrissie said, smiling back at him, coyly.

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Trish could barely believe her eyes as she saw Chrissie and Chris walking towards the arena. His arm was slipped just around her waist so that it was unnoticeable from the front, and they were giggling. Giggling. Chris Jericho and Chrissie Calloway. 'Not Right rings a bell,' Trish thought to herself.

"Chrissie, we've got to meet up with Molly and Jazz to discuss our match tonight!" Trish called out to Chrissie.

"Sure, whatever," Chrissie replied.

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Fiona's heart pounded in her chest. She was an actress, play the role, her head told her.

"See you later, baby," Chris told her, his eyes sparkling with something. Nervousness? Laughter? She didn't know.

"Bye…" Fiona said, and leaned into Chris slowly, hoping she wouldn't burst into laughter. He leaned forward as well, letting his lips gently brush Fiona's. He was nearly the same height as her, and Fiona tried not to laugh as she caught a glimpse of Trish's gobsmacked expression.

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In the locker room, Trish started yelling at Fiona. "Chrissie! That's JERICHO. Your dad hates him!" Trish said. "You realise that this is a major No-No?"

"So?" Fiona said carelessly.

"I'll tell your Dad. He'll kill you!" Trish said.

"Fine. I'm not bothered," Fiona sighed, before standing up and starting her stretches. "Do whatever you want."

Trish pouted and started at her friend before leaving the room. What should she do?

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A] Tell Undertaker

B] Tell Kane

C] Tell Undertaker and Kane

D] Warn Jericho off

E] Do nothing

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