Author: avril-lavigne-rulez

Diclaimer: I own nothing Vince owns everything. I'm broke. And the song is owned by Audioslave.

Summary: This is a continue from Waste, what if it was all just a dream what effect would it have on Jericho?Song-fic!!!
Title: Waste

Chapter: Save Her

Chris awoke in a cold sweat trickling down his face. He got up and went to the bathroom and looked in a mirror, his hair was matted to his head, and it looked like he had been swimming. Chris's mind was racing with tons of thoughts.

He walked back into the room and sat down on the bed. What had happened , he knew someone.....no he knew it was Stephanie, but had she died or was it a dream. His head started to hurt maybe it was of things to come and if it was..... everything felt so real the emotion the rain the tears, everthing....... how could it not have been real.

He laid back down on his bed, tomorrow would be on heck of a day.

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Chris walked to the locker room and sighed, he thought about the dream, and decided tonight he would let Stephanie be.

"Yo Chris," Lita called as she came up behind him. Chris turned around to look at her, she then flashd him a huge grin. "You'll never guess who is on stage."

Chris thought for a moment, then hoped it wasn't.

"Stephanie." she said noticing the look that came onto her friends face.

Chris sighed and walked over to the bench. "I think I will just leave her alone tonight."

Lita came over to him and sat down beside him, "Okay but, she is calling you out."

Lita then got up and walked out of the locker room. Chris stood up he really didn't want to go out there he knew he would end up saying something he shouldn't. "Damnit!" Chris yelled as he punched the locker, and headed out of the room.

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Stephanie ran back into the back from the stage. Damn him damn Chris Jericho, why did he come out there and just accept the match he had been put into. He didn't even make any rude comments or trade insults with her. Either some thing was wrong with her or him. His insults always kept her on her toes anf ready for anything, but when he didn't say anything it was pretty wierd. Most of the time he couldn't go one night with out insulting her, or making a rude comment.

Stephanie turned a corner and ran straight in to someone sending her down to the floor.

"Sorry..." the person mumbled as they helped her up, "Should have been watching where I was going."

Stephanie looked up only to be gazing into the brightest pair of blue eyes she had ever seen. Stephanie snapped out of her day dream when the person waved thier hand in front of her face. Stephanie finally took a step back and for the first time seen who she had ran into. She had ran into none other than Chris Jericho.

"You okay Princess?" the Canadian said,"You look a little out of it."

"Um...yeah I'm fine." she said pushing pass him, and walking down the hall.

Chris just watched her walk away, there was something really bothering her, he could she the confusion in her eyes. Then his thoughts went back to the dream. He wondered what really went on in that head of hers.

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Chris wasn't all excited about his match with Hunter, but he had to do what he had to do it was his job. He had to admitt he was proud of himself for not insulting her. Maybe it just might help whatever his dream meant. The was a knock and Chris opened the door, Jeff Hardy walked into the room and sat on the bench.

"What's up Jericho?" Jeff said smirking.

"Nothing," he said,"just getting ready for my match with Hunter."

"Yeah, I'm really surprised though."

"About what?" Jericho asked getting his tape for his wrists out.

Jeff looked over to the television. "About you not insulting Stephanie tonight, I mean after everything she was throwing at you."

The blonde looked at him surprised. "Well I figure everybody needs a break and I didn't feel like talking much tonight."

"Of course." Jeff stated standing up, "You better get going your match is next."

"Right, thanks." Chris told him before walking out of the room.

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The match had been going for awhile , neither men getting the upper hand, and Stephanie was standing outside the ring cheering for her husband. Then Triple H missed with a jumping knee and hit the ref out of the ring. Chris knew that this meant Triple H wouldn't play fair at all.

Chris ducked when Hunter tried ot hit him, then triped Hunter. At least it gave him enough time to catch his breath. As soon as he got up though he was met with a low blow. Hunter smirked as he motioned for Stephanie to get something.

Chris looked up to see Hunter with a sledge hammer, walking over towards him. Stephanie was standing on the apron. getting up slowly he heard Hunter yell at him.

"Get up Jericho, you think you can beat me I am the game." Hunter stated running towards him with the sledge hammer. Chris ducked just in time for Hunter to miss him, but he could also hear the crowd start booing, and gasping. Chris turned around to see Hunter with a scowl on his face and Stephanie wasn't on the apron.

Chris seen the referee start to get up so he ran towards Triple H and hit him in the back of his head making him drop the sledge hammer out of the ring. He then kicked Hunter's feet out from underneath him. He then locked in the walls. Chris put all of his weight into it the pressure on his back made it even worse, but it was worth it, Triple H tapped out. The referee signaled for the bell and Chris Jericho had won.

Jericho bent down and looked at Hunters face. "Couldn't beat you huh?"

With that he stepped out of the ring, as he turned around he saw the prone form of Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley laying on the ground busted open and blood running down her face. Carefully he picked her up and carried her up the ramp. He ignored the lookes he got from the wrestlers in the back and the crew members. He felt it was his fault that she got hit.

As soon as he got to the trainers room he was shoved out as they checked her out and cleaned her up. He decided to walk back to his dressing room and take a shower.

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Chris stayed in the shower for at least an hour after his friends had left, they had said Hunter was irate that he lost the match. From what Jericho could see Hunter would most likely blame his loss on Stephanie just like all the other losses lately.

Chris stepped out of the shower and got dressed, the sooner he got to the hotel the sooner he could rest. No one could say that he wasn't sore, after attack and attack and then the match against Triple H it was like going through hell.

Walking down the hall he could tell that they weren't even down packing up to move the stuff to the next show. Walking farther down the hall he heard voices practically screaming at each other, when he saw that it was coming from the inside of a locker room he walked towards the door to listen. The door started to move and Chris jumped behind some boxes.

He watched as Hunter walked out of the room, and he was dure the other voice was female. He knew it was none of his business but he wanted to know what was going on. He slowly made his way toward the door, looking around to see if Hunter was still there, then gently knocked on the door. He heard things moving inside the room and some curses along the way as the person inside made their way to the door.

It didn't really surprise him that he found none other than one Stephanie McMahon- Helmsley standing on the other side of the door. He noticed she hand her head bandaged up and holding ice to her head. She looked like she had been crying and he could tell that because of the tears still in the corner of her eyes,

"Are you okay?"

"Ummm...yeah I'm fine thanks for asking...I guess." the brunette replied.

"Are you sure?" he asked concern evident in his voice.

"Positive Chris," she said shifting the ice that she held against her head. "You saved me...didn't you?"

Chris smiled warmly at her. "I guess you could say that...but if I wouldn't have ducked you would have been better off, so I wouldn't say that I saved you...just helped your chance of getting hit."

"You know something Chris?"

"What?"

"We are actually talking without fighting."

"You right," he said smiling,"and hear people said it could never be done."

"True," she said giggling a little.

"Umm..so your head it's okay right? Nothing broke in there," he said noticing her head.

"No, the trainer said everything is fine."

"Okay...but are you sure everthing is fine?"

"Yea...."

She was cut off when he reached out and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

"You've been crying," he said putting his arm back down. "Why were you crying?"

"No reason Chris."

"Okay but if you need to talk to someone...I'm here for you."

"It's amazing how people can seem so perfect for each other, but when there're together all they do is fight."

"Huh?" Chris said not following what she had just said.

"Hunter and me had another fight." she said staring at the ground.

Jericho put a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "It's okay Steph."

She took a step back and looked into his eyes. "No, it isn't and it won't ever be, we are supposed to be like..the perfect couple...but we're not anything like that."

Chris sighed. "Nothing is perfect Steph, and as of late many people are starting to see a different side of your marriage then the 'perfect' couple."

"Your right, it's late and I should be going." She said grabbing her bag.

"Are going home alone?" He asked watching her pick up the bag.

"What do you mean?"

"Are driving home..by yourself?"

"Not really, I was going to catch a ride with a friend," she said starting to walk towards the door.

"Okay, I guess i'll see you later then," he said walking up to her.

"Yeah, thanks for the chat, see ya later Chris," she said as she walked out the door smiling.

Chris smiled to himself he hoped it had helped. He never really noticed how right she was about her and Hunter having to be the perfect couple, and he knew they weren't. He also knew she was very pretty, but up until now he hadn't really thought of how attractive she really was, even with a bandage on her head. He walked out of the arena hoping that Stephanie knew he would always be her friend.

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Chris sighed as he sat down on his bed. It was nearly two in the morning and he didn't want to go to bed afraid of what he might see in his dreams. He laid back and soon drifted off to sleep. It was then his dreams started.

He looked around after opening his eyes, looking around he found he was alone in a dark room, the walls painted a dark shade of grey. There were two windows in the room, not much light came through thougth considering it was raining. Looking at the walls he could see the shadows of the rain from the windows. It seemed the room was full of pain and suffering.

Getting up from the chair he awoke in he walked over to the wall with the rain shadows on it, lightly he traced the shadows with the tips of his fingers. If this was a dream he really didn't want to find out what would happen. He turned around and looked back at the chair which was plain black, he noticed a large book sitting beside it. Walking over to the chair he picked up the book and sat down in the chair. Looking at the book more closely he found it had no print on the outside of the book. He opened the book to find a short writing in it, it was almost like a poem.

//On a cobweb afternoon in a room full of emptiness// //By a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages// //Of a book full of death reading how we'll die alone// //And if we're good we'll lay to rest anywhere we want to go//

//In your house I long to be// //Room by room, patiently// //I'll wait for you there like a stone// //I'll wait for you there, alone//

//On my deathbed I will pray to the Gods and the Angels// // Like a Pagan to everyone who will take me to Heaven// //To a place I recall I was there so long ago// //The sky was bruised the wine was bled and there you led me on//

//In your house I long to be// //Room by room, patiently// //I'll wait for you there like a stone// //I'll wait for you there, alone//

//And on I read until the day was gone// //And I sat in regret of all the things i've done// //For all that i've blessed and all that i've wronged// //In dreams until my death I will wander on//

//In your house I long to be// //Room by room, patiently// //I'll wait for you there like a stone// //I'll wait for you there, alone//

//alone....//

Chris turned the page but the book was blank, as he flipped through the pages he noticed every page was blank, except for the one he read. A door opened and in stepped The Hardy Boys and Lita. Chris smiled and stood up, he walked over to them and asked them what was going on. They didn't answer him and acted as if they couldn't see him either. In fact they walked right through him.

Finally Jeff spoke up. "I can't believe she's dead." Chris's eyes widened in fear of who they must have been talking about.

"Yeah," Matt said speaking up, "who would have thought she would die in the first place."

"Who would've thought Chris would die?" the younger Hardy said.

"I don't know." Lita said speaking for the first time since she entered the room, she then sat down in the chair Chris had sat just before the came into the room.

"Well we all know he died protecting her." Matt said coming to sit down beside he girlfriend.

"Yeah, but then she dies alone, and remember Chris said he would wait for her." Jeff said leaning up against one of the walls.

"I remember." Lita stated. "He said it right before he died, laying on the hospital bed he told her he would wait.

"I'm sure he kept his promise Lita." the older Hardy said putting an arm around her shoulders for comfort.

Chris watched the site that played out in front of him, what the hell was happening. Just then the door opened again, but the Hardy's and Lita didn't notice. In walked none other than Stephanie.

"I knew you would wait for me Chris." she spoke softly walking up to him.

"Wait for what?" Chris asked confused.

"You mean you don't remember, you said that after you died you would wait and when I died you would wait for me on the other side and be with me after I passed away, don't you remember?"

"No, I'm sorry I don't." he stated sadly looking down at the floor.

He felt her hand on his chin as she lifted his face up so he would look at her.

"Would you like for me to tell you then, Chris." she said releasing his chin, and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

"Yes I would."

"Okay then, first things first. After Hunter and I had that fight after I got hit in the head, I went back to the hotel to find him in bed with Trish, having an affair. Not near in the future we got divorced, and me and you became friends. After about a month of being friends Hunter tried to attack me, but you saved me and took me in and shared your life with me. Not soon after Hunter tried the attck again be ended up hitting you putting you in a coma. It was the most awful time in my life. You woke up a month later, but the doctors said you wouldn't make it through another week.So you told me you'd wait for me, and when I died we could be together. After you died Hunter didn't even go to jail since he hit you in a match, but you only died protecting me from the shot. I felt it was my fault. He somehow managed to gett me involved in a match that had him in it. This time there was no you protecting me, and I took the shot I died the same way you did. My father of course made sure he was fired and sent to prison this time. After killing two peole the same way it didn't really seem like anything but murder."

By the time Stephanie had finished her story the Hardy's and Lita had already left the room. Chris was still in shock from what she had just told him. He must have kept his promise though he was there waiting on her wasn't he? He looked up into her eyes and she smiled at him, he smiled back. The nest thing he knew was there was another pair of lips on his. He was shocked at first but then gave in and kissed her back. For some reason it just felt right to be with her.

They pulled back and both smiled at each other.

"Thanks for waiting Chris."

"No problem Stephy."

Soon it all faded black but Chris still remembered the poem.

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Chris awoke but this time the sun was up and he wasn't sweating, he actually felt kind of happy. He looked at the clock and it read six a.m. He decided he would get up and find out what the day had in store for him.

Later as he checked out of his hotel he seen Stephanie walking past him, actually it was mor like jogging and Hunter wasn't far behind. He had seen the panicked look on her face as she walked by, he had to do something. He stepped out in front of Hunter not letting him pass.

"Move Jericho you don't want to get hurt!." he roared.

"I don't think so Ape Man, if you have'nt noticed I think she is trying to ignore you."

"And what makes you so damn sure Jericho, for one you have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do with my wife, second just because he carried her to the back doesn't mean she is your best friend, so move out of my way." he said shoving Chris out of his way, and moving on to locate Stephanie.

Chris just stood there he hoped he gave Stephanie enough time to escape. With out another thought he met up with the Hardy's and Lita at the airport, they had to catch a flight to the nearest city where they would be filming.

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Please review. The song used in the story was Like a Stone by Audioslave. Thanks for reading. See ya in the next chapter.