Panic Room.

Countdown.

N.B Thinking about it now, I'm not 100% sure, when this story is set. It's definitely before Chris and Stephanie become business partners in Feb2002, but it's after the whole Alliance thing and Stephanie still married to Hunter, so some time in the period. Nov2001-Feb2002, take your pick!

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick Tock, the timer was unrelenting as it began a countdown to the last fifteen minutes of the task. Both competitors, otherwise known as Chris and Stephanie had working hard and surprisingly together for the last hour or so it get these paintings finished. It was a contrast to the beginning of the task, when they started a paint fight, ruining each other's work.

Having finished Chris' hell scene, filled with the menacing looking devil with his bold dark eyes surrounding up pits of burning flames. Chris had 'joked around' as he drew Stephanie being chucked into one of the pits, but this would not stand as Stephanie quietly painted over it. There wasn't time to anger as they moved on, across the room to the heaven scene.

"How long have we got?" asked Stephanie, not taking her eyes off the wall.

"About fifteen minutes."

"Ok, can you finish drawing that woman and do the sky other-there, it looks odd otherwise."

"I've finished the woman anyway, I think she looks lovely." Said Chris proudly, looking at her from a distance.

"She's not finished! She's naked!"

"Oh come on, don't you think they would have naked chicks in heaven?"

"Chris this is my painting and in my heaven, they don't have naked 'chicks'"

"Well I could try a naked man, but it won't be as good…"

"I don't want naked anything! Look just finish the sky, Ill sort it out in a minute." She replied impatiently.

"Do you believe in a heaven and hell?"

"I don't know, why?"

"Just interested," shrugged Chris as he happily slid his paintbrush, across the top of the wall, spreading bright light blue paint with it. He enjoyed painting. In fact, it was quite relaxing. "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"I guess no-one will now, unless they bring someone back from the dead in like hundreds of years to come, oh here's a question for ya, if you could travel in time, past or future where would you go?" asked Chris enthuastically.

"I don't know, what is it with all these moral questions anyway?"

"Hey, just trying to make conversation." Chris replied innocently.

"Well can't we talk about something else?"

"Ok. I just thought you'd rather talk about something intellectual rather than just wrestling or…"

"I don't mind talking about wrestling." replied Stephanie. "I mean it is the one thing we have in common."

"So…who do you think is the best wrestler?" asked Chris. He knew she wouldn't say him, even if she thought it was true but he asked the question all the same.

"Hunter of course." She replied without a moment's hesitation.

"Oh come on, you don't have to be loyal to your husband the whole time."

"But he is the best wrestler. Full stop."

"Ok, fine second best then?"

"Erm….Kurt Angle."

"Ummm…interesting," laughed Chris. "Still haven't forgotten about him then."

"So what. Are you jealous?"

"No, just making a comment that's all."

"Well it's the comments that get you in trouble. Kurt and I were never more than friends and never will be." She said angrily.

"Hey, I didn't ask, you're the one continuing the subject."

"For Gods Sake, why does every conversation with you have to end up as a argument."

"We'll not arguing."

"Yes we are."

"No we'll not." Chris said indignatedly.

"Yes we are, look, we are arguing right now about whether or not we are arguing or not."

"Now you are just being stupid."

"No I'm not."

"You know Steph, I think you have serious paranoia issues."

"Well I think you have serious being a jackass issues," She sneered back.

"Oh just finish your fully clothed angels, we've got ten minutes left," said Chris in a grumpy tone. He went to look at her but she just turned her head away as she completed the angels. Chris had no choice but to remain quiet and smother his paintbrush in blue paint to finish the mural in time.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggg!

The timer shrieked through the room as the two hours came to a close. Stephanie and Chris hurriedly finished the last bits before putting their paintbrushes down and staring around the room, switching between the two walls as they admired their work.

"So is this it then, what happens now?" asked Stephanie.

"Just wait." He muttered back.

"You know, we could just continue if they don't tell us, they won't know. What's suppose to happen now?"

"Stop being so impatient."

"Well we've done all this work." Moaned Stephanie. "They should tell us whos' won."

"Remember the note, it said they would tell us when we leave."

"Well that's stupid…now we have to wait an hour…"

"Will you stop whining for one second!" shouted Chris, looking down at Stephanie like an evil dictator. Stephanie shrank back at first, but then regained her composure.

"Don't you shout at me like that."

"I can do the hell I want."

Stephanie gasped with annoyance as she paced up and down the room, her heels clicking on the ground, which although small at this time it was annoying enough to send drills through Chris' head. He was about to lose his temper once more, but a loud and domineering suddenly echoed through the room.

"Thank you for completing the task. The result will be announced once you have left the Panic Room. Please do not touch the remaining paints, rollers or brushes for the reminder of your time here."

"There you go, there's your answer." Replied Chris. With the task over, he took his familiar position slumped against a wall, this time it was one of the dry ones. Stephanie did the same, and they sat opposite each other. Their expressions and pressures matched to when they first entered the Panic Room. They couldn't stand each other then at the moment they couldn't stand each other now despite previous events.

"Ill be so glad to get out of here." said Stephanie aloud, almost to herself.

Me too, thought Chris to himself rolling his eyes.

"I hate these clothes now, after this I shall never wear them again, it's disgusting, I haven't washed, I'm dying for the toilet but there's no way I'm going through that again."

"How do you think I feel?"

"Yeah…well…what's worst is staying in with you….especially with your stench."

"hey, you stink as well, you can't cover it up with sickening perfume any longer."

"It's better than your bloody aftershave, half time, I'm choking in here."

"I feel like choking in here, every time I hear your screeching voice. You should get that sorted out with a doctor or something."

"You know for this next hour, I wish I was deaf just so I wouldn't to hear your cocky, ugly voice."

"Believe me, I'm thinking the same." Muttered Chris.

They both crossed the arms, grumpy, angry scowls on their faces as they prepared to face their final hour together.

Only one hour to go, an hour to go, an hour to go, an hour to go. Stephanie thought, the words being said over and over in her mind. If they just stayed in silence in silence for the next hour everything would be fine.

It is nearly over.

She could go home and sleep in her own bed.

She'd get to see Hunter again and be in his arms….

She could have a bath, with bubbles and salts and everything…..

She could have a decent meal, with a double chocolate gateau for afters.

And best of all,

She didn't have to spend another minute with that hairy, disgusting caveman opposite her in this godforsaken room.

To be Continued….

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