Chris and Regan got on the plane the next Monday, and everyone greeted them
warmly. Regan had every single one of them wrapped around her little
finger and she knew it. They sat down in their seats, and prepared to take
off.
"Daddy, where going?" Regan asked looking out the window.
"We're going to Europe," he told her.
"Why?"
"Because Daddy has to go over there to wrestle."
"Ok," she said, "I see wefwing too?"
"Yes, you can watch the wrestling too," he replied, leaning over to kiss her forehead.
"Yay," she said clapping her little hands together. Chris laughed before buckling their seatbelts.
Chris sat back in his chair and felt the plane starting to take off. His journey was just beginning. He knew that the next few days were going to be hard on him. He accepted that fact, and knew that he would come out of the whole experience stronger. He was hoping to find some sort of closure, some understanding as to why Stephanie had been taken from him. He just wanted some justification.
He hadn't been back to Europe since before Stephanie had left the world. He hadn't enough courage to come here at the time. He couldn't bear going to the places that she had spent her final few days. But now he thought he was ready. He was ready to see the places that Stephanie's eyes had last gazed upon. It seemed comforting in a way, that maybe Stephanie's presence could be felt there.
He wanted Regan to see these places as well. She would never get to know Stephanie personally, but he wanted to give her as much of her as he could. He hoped this trip could give Regan a little bit more of Stephanie than what she saw in the pictures that adorned their house, and the video tapes they religiously watched. By being able to be where she was, to see what she saw, Regan could feel Stephanie's presence.
He was shaken out of his thoughts by his daughter, who was tugging on his shirt sleeve. She had managed to get out of her seat belt, and was now standing on the seat. He turned his eyes to her and her smiling face.
"Daddy, what that?" she asked excitedly pointing out her window. Chris looked out and saw the great expanse that was the Atlantic Ocean. It stretched as far as the eye could see, and it was a mixture of deep blues, and sea greens. The sun could be seen reflecting off it, making it seem magical.
"That's the ocean," he explained to her, "Its all water."
"All?" she asked her eyes wide in awe.
"Yeah," he said smiling at the look on her face.
"I go tell Gampa Vince," she said as she started to climb across him.
"Ok, but be careful all right," he told her.
She nodded, and climbed down off of the seat and got into the aisle. She ran up to Vince who was sitting a few seats ahead of them, working on a laptop. Regan stopped next to him, and started tugging on Vince's pants. He looked down at her and smiled brightly.
"If it isn't my beautiful granddaughter Regan," he said to her, as he put his laptop down and pulled her to his lap, "Can I have a kiss?" Regan obediently kissed him on the cheek, before turning her excited eyes toward the window.
"Gampa, look window," she said pointing to the window.
"What is it?" he asked patiently.
"All water," she said happily.
"I see," he said laughing at her excitement. Regan jumped off his lap, and proceeded to run back towards Chris. Chris thought she was going to come back to her seat, but she spotted Kurt, and decided to run to him instead.
Regan adored Kurt, and she was always following him around backstage. Kurt even let her wear his medals when he wasn't using them. Kurt didn't mind, he loved the little girl. He had been best friends with Stephanie, and seeing Regan made him feel like Stephanie was still with them.
"Kurt!" she yelled happily running to him as fast as her little legs could carry her. Chris looked back at them and laughed. He loved seeing his little girl happy. It made him think he was actually doing a decent job raising her on his own.
"Hey there cutie," Kurt said smiling at her.
"Water!" she said excitedly, pointing out the window again. Kurt laughed at her, as he had seen the scene she had made before with Vince.
"I know, there's a lot of water. But guess what?"
"Wha?"
"I got you something," Kurt said as he went for his bag under the seat. Regan's eyes danced with anticipation. She loved getting gifts, but what little kid didn't? Kurt pulled out a coloring book, and a brand new box of crayons. Regan's eyes lit up, and she started jumping up and down.
"Coworing," she exclaimed jubilantly. She threw her little arms around Kurt's arm, since that was the only thing that she could reach. He handed her the coloring book, and crayons, and she took them anxiously.
"Reg, what do we say?" Chris said from his seat.
"Thank you," Regan said politely to Kurt.
"You're welcome," Kurt said to her.
She went back to her seat, and began to color furiously in the book. She was still too young to color in the lines, but she still loved to just color nonsense all over the pages. Chris knew that would probably keep her occupied for a while. He turned back to Kurt.
"Kurt you didn't have to buy her anything," Chris said to the other man.
"Nah, I wanted to," he said shrugging it off.
"Well, it's still cool of you."
"I know I'm cool," Kurt said laughing.
As Regan was coloring, Trish came up and sat in the empty seat next to Chris. Chris smiled at her as she sat down.
"Hey Chris, how are you?"
"I'm good Trish, and you?"
"I'm cool, I'm really excited for the tour, I love going overseas."
"Me too, I used to love wrestling in Japan, it's a great country over there."
"Really, I haven't been there on any of the tours, I'd like to go someday," Trish said smiling at him, "Maybe next time when we go to Japan, you can show me around?"
"Sure, if that's what you want."
"I'd really like that," she said to him.
"Great."
After another couple of hours, they were finally ready to land in England. Chris held Regan's hand tightly as they landed. His heart contracted as he realized he was finally here. He would finally be seeing where Stephanie had been right before she had left.
A/N: Could something be going on with Trish and Jericho?? Dun dun dun, you'll just have to wait and see.
And yes it is possible for me to write a non-Smoochy fic, doesn't mean I like to, but I can.
"Daddy, where going?" Regan asked looking out the window.
"We're going to Europe," he told her.
"Why?"
"Because Daddy has to go over there to wrestle."
"Ok," she said, "I see wefwing too?"
"Yes, you can watch the wrestling too," he replied, leaning over to kiss her forehead.
"Yay," she said clapping her little hands together. Chris laughed before buckling their seatbelts.
Chris sat back in his chair and felt the plane starting to take off. His journey was just beginning. He knew that the next few days were going to be hard on him. He accepted that fact, and knew that he would come out of the whole experience stronger. He was hoping to find some sort of closure, some understanding as to why Stephanie had been taken from him. He just wanted some justification.
He hadn't been back to Europe since before Stephanie had left the world. He hadn't enough courage to come here at the time. He couldn't bear going to the places that she had spent her final few days. But now he thought he was ready. He was ready to see the places that Stephanie's eyes had last gazed upon. It seemed comforting in a way, that maybe Stephanie's presence could be felt there.
He wanted Regan to see these places as well. She would never get to know Stephanie personally, but he wanted to give her as much of her as he could. He hoped this trip could give Regan a little bit more of Stephanie than what she saw in the pictures that adorned their house, and the video tapes they religiously watched. By being able to be where she was, to see what she saw, Regan could feel Stephanie's presence.
He was shaken out of his thoughts by his daughter, who was tugging on his shirt sleeve. She had managed to get out of her seat belt, and was now standing on the seat. He turned his eyes to her and her smiling face.
"Daddy, what that?" she asked excitedly pointing out her window. Chris looked out and saw the great expanse that was the Atlantic Ocean. It stretched as far as the eye could see, and it was a mixture of deep blues, and sea greens. The sun could be seen reflecting off it, making it seem magical.
"That's the ocean," he explained to her, "Its all water."
"All?" she asked her eyes wide in awe.
"Yeah," he said smiling at the look on her face.
"I go tell Gampa Vince," she said as she started to climb across him.
"Ok, but be careful all right," he told her.
She nodded, and climbed down off of the seat and got into the aisle. She ran up to Vince who was sitting a few seats ahead of them, working on a laptop. Regan stopped next to him, and started tugging on Vince's pants. He looked down at her and smiled brightly.
"If it isn't my beautiful granddaughter Regan," he said to her, as he put his laptop down and pulled her to his lap, "Can I have a kiss?" Regan obediently kissed him on the cheek, before turning her excited eyes toward the window.
"Gampa, look window," she said pointing to the window.
"What is it?" he asked patiently.
"All water," she said happily.
"I see," he said laughing at her excitement. Regan jumped off his lap, and proceeded to run back towards Chris. Chris thought she was going to come back to her seat, but she spotted Kurt, and decided to run to him instead.
Regan adored Kurt, and she was always following him around backstage. Kurt even let her wear his medals when he wasn't using them. Kurt didn't mind, he loved the little girl. He had been best friends with Stephanie, and seeing Regan made him feel like Stephanie was still with them.
"Kurt!" she yelled happily running to him as fast as her little legs could carry her. Chris looked back at them and laughed. He loved seeing his little girl happy. It made him think he was actually doing a decent job raising her on his own.
"Hey there cutie," Kurt said smiling at her.
"Water!" she said excitedly, pointing out the window again. Kurt laughed at her, as he had seen the scene she had made before with Vince.
"I know, there's a lot of water. But guess what?"
"Wha?"
"I got you something," Kurt said as he went for his bag under the seat. Regan's eyes danced with anticipation. She loved getting gifts, but what little kid didn't? Kurt pulled out a coloring book, and a brand new box of crayons. Regan's eyes lit up, and she started jumping up and down.
"Coworing," she exclaimed jubilantly. She threw her little arms around Kurt's arm, since that was the only thing that she could reach. He handed her the coloring book, and crayons, and she took them anxiously.
"Reg, what do we say?" Chris said from his seat.
"Thank you," Regan said politely to Kurt.
"You're welcome," Kurt said to her.
She went back to her seat, and began to color furiously in the book. She was still too young to color in the lines, but she still loved to just color nonsense all over the pages. Chris knew that would probably keep her occupied for a while. He turned back to Kurt.
"Kurt you didn't have to buy her anything," Chris said to the other man.
"Nah, I wanted to," he said shrugging it off.
"Well, it's still cool of you."
"I know I'm cool," Kurt said laughing.
As Regan was coloring, Trish came up and sat in the empty seat next to Chris. Chris smiled at her as she sat down.
"Hey Chris, how are you?"
"I'm good Trish, and you?"
"I'm cool, I'm really excited for the tour, I love going overseas."
"Me too, I used to love wrestling in Japan, it's a great country over there."
"Really, I haven't been there on any of the tours, I'd like to go someday," Trish said smiling at him, "Maybe next time when we go to Japan, you can show me around?"
"Sure, if that's what you want."
"I'd really like that," she said to him.
"Great."
After another couple of hours, they were finally ready to land in England. Chris held Regan's hand tightly as they landed. His heart contracted as he realized he was finally here. He would finally be seeing where Stephanie had been right before she had left.
A/N: Could something be going on with Trish and Jericho?? Dun dun dun, you'll just have to wait and see.
And yes it is possible for me to write a non-Smoochy fic, doesn't mean I like to, but I can.