Between Heroes and Legends
Disclaimer: The usual thing. I don't see why ownership of these characters is such a big thing.
Author's note: This is even cheesier… I guess cheesy just describes half of me. Like I said before… Bear with me cause I loved writing chapter 3. When you love writing something, the people would definitely love reading. At least that's what I think. Enjoy this for the time being. *Rocks away to papa roach*
Chapter 2: The Legend
"What is my wife doing here?"
Stephanie's head fell to the table with a loud thud. "What do you want, Hunter?" she said, as if she was tired and a little annoyed.
"What, we can't talk?" He had some smile on his face as he sat next to her.
"Oh right. You're talking to me, because Stacey's too busy dancing on tables." Steph pointed to where Orton and some other superstars were sitting. The bartender placed her drink on the side where Hunter wasn't sitting.
Hunter shook his head. "What is this, gin and tonic?" He said, tasting from the finger he dipped into her drink. "I thought you'd settle for something more classy."
What the hell is he trying to say?
Time for her moment to confess.
"I know that I've been a bitch all my life. I've lied, I've betrayed you, hell, I've even cheated on you if you see my relationship with other males in the way you do. Why the HELL do you care?"
"No need to be so snappy about everything. Just thought I'd see what you're doing here."
She chugged her drink. "Well, I thought I'd hang around."
"Since when?"
"Since I found out that I'm going back to business." His expression changed. She looked at him in surprise. "You mean you didn't know?" What a SUCKER!
He got off and walked away frustrated, his place taken by Jericho. At least he was better off than Hunter was. In a way.
"Heard the news. Congrats."
"Thanks. I thought that you'd diss me or something."
"Hey, I'm not like that all the time." He took a swig of his beer. "So, whatcha doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep." He looked bemused.
"Princess can't sleep? Funny that I hear your snores in that room of yours backstage all the time."
"I had a nightmare." She paused. "Though I still can't remember what it was about."
Jericho smiled. "…I got one too last night but I suppose I went back with less traumatic dreams."
"What was it about?"
"Power Rangers." Steph laughed, then chugged the rest of her G&T down. She wasn't quite the alcohol type of person, which meant that her body reacted to the intake pretty fast. Soon she would need him to carry her back. She still had work tomorrow at eight.
"Jericho?"
"Yeah?" he took another swig.
"How big are you?"
He spit his drink all over the table, then wiped his mouth. "Okay princess, time for your beddy bye."
"No! I'm kidding! Joking! I'm fine!"
He got off his high stool and bent a knee to carry her over his shoulder.
"Hey, where are we going?"
"To your room, where ever it is."
"I was kidding about that! I'm not drunk." He put her down.
"Say your ABCs for me."
"A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, L, O, Q, P---"
"You're half way there already. Don't drink if you can't take it."
"Whatever." She walked back to her seat. "Mr. Bartender…" she sang. "VSOP Cognac."
"Any particular brand?"
"No. Just whatever you recommend."
Jericho smirked. "Are you drunk or are you playing? You're very difficult to comprehend you know." She smiled. "About our storyline…"
"You, me and Angle?" she shrugged. "What about it?"
"Who would you really choose?"
"I don't know. It's the writer choice, not my choice. Sometimes I just think that we should have a threesome."
Jericho's eyes widened. "No no," she said, "I don't mean it in a sex way." She stopped. "Oh forget it."
"I think it's time to make your day."
He grinned. "Whatcha gonna do, boy?" she said.
"Sing."
She held her breath and laughed out extremely loudly. She got some stars to look her way.
"So you really do sing?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"You don't look like you have the 'I'm serious' face." She tilted her head, inspecting her friend's face.
"So, how about it?"
"Nah. I can hear it anytime."
Chris frowned. "Fine."
"Okay… So? What do I do?"
The bartender placed the drink in font of her. "I don't know… I'm going back," he said, looking at his Omega timepiece.
"Fine then." She waved goodbye as he left.
"…You just missed the chance to listen to a legend," the barman said, wiping a glass.
"Right."
*
She twisted the doorknob. She was pretty sober at the time, pretty conscious to her surroundings.
Hmmpf, Legend, she thought, tossing her hair back. What a joke.
"Hey."
She jumped and sighed. "My God, you scared me."
Adam gave a little smile. "I'm sorry about yesterday. It's just that Kurt made me do him a favour to make him look like a hero."
"Really?" she raised a brow. "Very unlike him."
"I know," he laughed. "Well, the kiss wasn't really in the plan… But he likes you A LOT," he quickly said when he saw her expression. "He killed me this morning for doing that." Silence took over. "So, uh, I just came to tell you. Bye."
Stephanie waved a little, watching his form disappear into the lift. How weird. She felt the moment to kiss, but she was thankful that he went before he could grab her and maul her with his lips. But maybe it would be better if it were Kurt. Or even Chris. Ooh. The thought of three horny men after her was a bad thought. Very, VERY bad.
"Ha, horny,' she muttered. "I wish."
She entered her room and fell to the bed, falling asleep in an instant.
*
It's Thursday and only half is completed. I'm SO gonna get it from him.
She jammed the brakes and stepped out of her car. She couldn't bother with seatbelts.
Her nine to ten job needed her to report on time. How she wished that she in the Creatives team instead f PR. Advertising the show was so much better and more fun than trying to sell the product. Funny, Plagrid told her to do something for creatives. Maybe she was being transferred to Creatives if she were to return to paperwork again. The nerve! They were trying to exploit every ounce of her before she left.
Stephanie grabbed her case and rushed to the lifts. 5 more minutes before I lose my job.
When she got to the office, it wasn't quite as bustling with activity as she expected. Nonetheless, she had to be on time. The conference room was nearing. She took notice of the marble tiles and how her shoes clacked on it.
"Am I late?" she asked with eyes on the head. Her hands straightened out her charcoal grey suit that was unbuttoned, revealing her cream coloured shirt.
"In 7 seconds you will be if you don't sit down." He looked at his watch.
"Fuh-ine" she mumbled. Once she was seated, she got out her work. "I uh, it's halfway through. I thought of taking a little of the old stuff." She pushed up her glasses. "Um, I just don't understand that the fact that I'm doing something that isn't in my field."
"Well, the people that you're doing this for have too many things in their hands to manage. Heyman's come up with some new ideas himself that's already handed in to us." He had sorted and looked through her papers in less than a minute.
"So how is it so far?"
"Quite alright." He set down her papers on the table. Quite alright?! I took ages! You ungrateful little b--- "I would just really appreciate it if you would hand in your projects completed. Try to give me the rest tomorrow."
Tomorrow? I want to go shopping!
"Sure thing," she heard herself say. She felt like screaming "D'oh". In frustration, she watched Plagrid the Head walk away and mumble, "Dismissed."
DISMISSED? She thought. Ooh, when I get out I'm gonna show him who's boss…
"Oh Stephanie, Arnold would like it first thing in the morning," his assistant said. How she hated that tanned, scrawny, little blonde bi---
"Phone call," her colleague, Brian said, speaking through the speaker. "Line twelve."
"Thanks," she replied, pressing a button on the black phone. Members NEVER used the conference room's phone. Must be pretty urgent.
"Hello?"
"Hey sista." Shane always did that. It got on her nerves sometimes.
"What do you want?"
"I've just called to say that your date of training's shifted a little earlier, due to the time constraint."
She brightened up. "When is it then?"
"Three days. You'd better not be delaying anymore work, Steph. Your old boss is complaining."
"Yeah, sure." She grinned. She couldn't contain her excitement.
"So that's all I've got for you at the moment. Feel free to call me if you've got any problem. Take care okay?"
"Okay," she replied half-heartedly. "Bye."
As soon as the receiver's tone sounded in her ears, she hit the roof. "Oh yeah baby, ALRIGHT!"
She spotted Erica at the corner of her eye, then slowly dusted her sleeves off and straightened her pants. "I uh, think I should be going."
"I think you should," her colleague snorted, a bewildered expression on her face. Stephanie side-stepped out of the room.
*
Three more days! She thought gleefully, an extraordinarily large grin on her face present. She felt like jumping onto her tabletop and announcing it to the world. To the whole office, at least. Then maybe she would dance around with a glass of sherry in her hand, wear a party hat and throw confetti around like it was the last Fourth of July party ever.
But back to the point. I'm gonna have to buy that Emporio Armani suit. Maybe I can use it as part of costume. I think perhaps I should tell someone. Like, NOW.
She tapped the keys on her computer, then grabbed her purse and dropped her complete file into a slot outside the bosses' office. It was nine already, and she didn't care what anyone said. It was NINE. Who cares?
"Oh my god!" she jumped. She saw Stacy and rushed to her.
"Hey hun, what's the big news?"
"In threes days, someone's coming back… Just think…"
Stacy thought awhile. "…No…" she smiled. "You're coming back? Oh my God… Wow! I'm glad to hear that…" She gave her a hug.
"Though not in an instant."
"Oh, oh, the training process," she corrected herself quickly. "Well um, I'd better get going hmm? I've got my script to settle." Stacy gave a friendly smile and left. She didn't seem that interested anyway. She pushed up her glasses and hurried off to the lifts, waiting for her arrival.
*
"YOU!" she pointed out. "Why did you… Did you have to?"
Chris stared at her, the hanger in his hands.
"Did you HAVE to buy the SUIT?"
"It's---"
"IT'S MY DREAM! I remembered the tag. I remembered the number tag! You took my dress how could you---"
"Your dream is on the rack there," he pointed out, frowning. "Besides, I don't wear dresses."
"What are you talking about?"
"I think you mean this," the girl standing next to a formal rail said. She picked out Steph's dress. "I've noticed that you've been looking at it for weeks."
She paused. "Oh." She felt the blush creeping up her cheeks, the glow of red becoming very noticeable. Chris smiled. "I uh, think I'll go buy it." Her feet were quick to take off before she could hear him say anything else.
He mumbled something, which she couldn't make out. Whatever. She took the suit from the salesgirl's hands. "I'll take this." She looked at Jericho at the corner of her eye. Chris is buying a suit? Whatever for? He doesn't have any business thing… Or does he? Whatever. I've finally got my suit!
"So… What's the dress for?" he said, standing next to her at the counter.
"New costume."
"Oh yeah, you're coming back a little earlier aren't you? Great."
The girl packed her suit neatly into the glass bag. "And you?"
"Errand." Steph nodded her head understandably. She buried her tongue in her cheek, then said, "I'd better move off."
She stepped out of the shop quickly and made her way home. God, that was weird. And embarrassing.
Then she entered another shop.
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Author's other Note: Slow, yes I know I'm very slow. Another cheesy chapter done! Thanks for the little (but wonderful) reviewers. See you guys…
~^*Pearlyn*^~