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A/N: School sucks, even though I haven't gone back yet. Almost to 60 reviews!!! WOO!! OK, now back to the story.

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3:00-4:00PM

**3:00** Stephanie broke the kiss between them.

"I'm sorry....I-I don't know what came over me," She stuttered, apologizing to him.

"Don't be," he whispered back to her. "I've wanted to kiss you again for a long time, Stephanie." She turned away from him.

"I'm sorry about that, Chris. I'm sorry I broke your heart then, and I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you today." Chris tilted her chin towards him so that he could see her face.

"You have caused me no pain what so ever today. You have been the main reason for me to keep going today. Nothing that has happened so far today has been your fault.....except for the kiss that you just gave me." Stephanie smiled, and Chris continued. "Well, look at us, we've been beat up, almost burned, involved in two car accidents, shot at, AND almost blown up, and yet we're still alive and kicking!! This day is more than half over. Let's try and make it through the last 9 or so hours, ok?" he asked her, and she smirked at him.

"Fine, but let's get some food first, I'm starving!" Steph told him.

"Amen to that." He answered.

**3:08** "Well, if it isn't the Heartbreak Kid himself." Randy Orton sneered as he saw Shawn walking towards the locker room. Shawn turned around and forced a smile.

"In the flesh." Shawn told him as Ric Flair and Batista followed Randy up to him.

"So, what are you doing back, Shawn? Don't tell me that you have a book to promote as well?" Shawn shook his head.

"Nah, Vince just called me up here to talk about something, so here I am." Shawn said.

Ric and Randy exchanged glances.

"Really?" Batista questioned him.

"Why would I lie to you?" Shawn asked them.

"What if I called you a liar?" Ric asked him. Shawn's temper flared at him slightly.

"Then you'd be dead wrong. Speaking of other people being here, why are YOU here Flair? Aren't you just a little too old to still be wrestling?" Shawn shot back at him. Flair stepped up and got nose to nose with Shawn.

"Well, you see Shawn, we're starting a new stable tonight called Evolution," Eric Bischoff said, walking up to the four men. "It contains the three men you see standing before you, and Hunter, who hasn't shown up yet." Shawn turned to face Bischoff and tried to keep his anger in check. He knew what this man had planned for Chris Irvine and Stephanie McMahon today, and he wanted to beat the shit out of him for it. He knew what Bischoff was planning and he knew what Bischoff had done.

He thought that Bischoff needed to die for it.

Bischoff merely smiled at him. Evolution backed up and began to watch with great interest.

**3:14** "I think that I remember Vince saying that he needed to talk to you. Why he wanted to talk to a has-been like you is a mystery to me."

"Probably the exact same reason that he made a screwed up bastard like you the General Manager for RAW." Shawn retorted as Shane McMahon walked up. For a second, Bischoff thought that Shawn knew what he was planning, but he shoved the thought out of his mind; it was impossible.

"Whoa, guys, back up. Now, we've got other things we need to take care of before eight o'clock comes around, ok? So, lets get on with it, shall we?" Shane said, separating Shawn and Eric. Shawn glared at Bischoff for a little bit longer, then finally backed off.

"Let's go," he told Shane, and they began to walk in the opposite direction of Evolution.

**3:18** "Man, how can you fully enjoy a plane rid without a bag of Skittles?" Chris demanded as Stephanie stuffed another brownie in her mouth.

"Mmmmm....not shure....eat a browhnie!" She said, with her mouth full. Chris smiled.

"Well, I would, if you wouldn't keep eating them all!! You're gonna make yourself sick, you know that?" He told her before the plane began to shake. Stephanie swallowed.

"What's going on?" Chris shook his head.

"I'm not sure, but given the day that we've had already, I'm sure that it can't be good." The plane took a downward angle.

"Everyone, please assume crash positions-"

"Shit," Chris muttered as he made his way back to his seat. Stephanie was right in front of him.

"We have to crash land about 20 miles from Stamford, I am trying to notify ground control now," the pilot said, then the intercom switched off.

**3:21** "What are we gonna do?" Stephanie wailed as Chris helped her get buckled.

"We're going to be fine, that's what we are going to do. We'll land, and then we can walk the rest of the way to Stamford, ok?" Chris told her, as the plane seemed to head faster towards the ground.

"What about Shane? Can't he help us?" Stephanie asked him with teary eyes. She was in shock.

"Listen to me, Stephanie, Shane knows that we're on our way. He knows that we'll get there." Stephanie nodded, and Chris held her face in his hands.

"I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you." Chris promised. The cabin began to shake violently as the plane crashed to the ground.

**3:25** Shawn followed Shane into the VIP room.

"Sit down, Shawn." Shane told him. Shawn reluctantly sat down.

"Now, listen to me, what I'm about to say, doesn't leave this room, you got me?"

"Sure." Shawn said.

"The hospital that my dad, Stephanie and Chris were at was blown up by Hunter, of all people." Shawn looked up at him.

"What?"

"It was a suicide attempt. He drove his SUV right through the front lobby seconds before it exploded. The explosion killed a total of 56 people. My father included." Shawn was shocked.

"What about Chris and Stephanie? This whole day seems to revolve around them, are they all right?" Shane nodded.

"Yes, they're on their way here now."

**3:32** Chris opened his eyes slowly. He winced and tried to move out of his seat, when he realized he was still buckled in. He was also hanging at an odd angle above the ground.

"Damn belt," he cursed, as the belt didn't budge. He leaned his head back against the seat.

"Stephanie?" he yelled into the rubble. He heard nothing. He looked around him.

Her seat was no longer there.

The back part of the plane had been ripped out. Fear began to seize Chris. He wriggled around in his seat.

"STEPHANIE!!!!" he bellowed. He grunted as he failed to break the belt that held him prisoner. He spied a piece of broken glass next to him. He picked it up and began to cut at the belt with it. It was probably hard enough to do sitting upright, but he had to do it tilted to the right and at an odd angle.

Just when he was about to give up, the belt ripped, and he fell out of the chair.

"Ugh, I hate planes." He muttered before managing to stand up. He wandered around the rubble of the plane for a few moments. He found the pilot and various members of the crew all dead. He was praying to find Stephanie soon.

"Stephanie!! Where are you?" He yelled. He made his way out of the plane rubble and out into an open field, when he saw her, still buckled to her chair, face down in a ditch.

"Oh, God." He muttered as his stomach sank He ran over to her and unbuckled her. He picked her up and moved her to the top of the small hill.

"Oh God, please no, please don't. Don't take her away from me again." Chris said as he took her pulse. Nothing. Tears came to his eyes as he began to set her up for CPR.

"1..2...Please, God, let this work...5, Breathe, " he coached himself along as he had been taught to do. He pinched her nose and breathed into her mouth and listened for a second. Still nothing. He tried again and waited another second. She began to cough.

"Oh God, thank you, thank you so much. Oh God." He whispered. As he pulled her into a hug while tears streamed down his face.

**3:44** Shawn leaned back against the couch. Today had undoubtedly been the longest day of his entire life. He wondered when Kevin and Cameron were going to show up. He wondered when Shane would mosey on back in, and he hoped that the rest of the day would hold no more surprises.

Right as he completed that thought, Eric Bischoff and Mark Calloway walked into the room. Shawn jumped up off the sofa.

"What the hell do you want?" Shawn spat at Bischoff. Mark folded his arms and stood in front of the door.

"What do you know about my plan?" Bischoff asked him. Shawn narrowed his eyes.

"Go to hell." Bischoff shook his head.

"I'll get the truth out of you sooner or later. Mark, take him to the boiler room." Eric said as Mark walked up to Shawn.

"Will you come quietly, or will I have to knock you out?" Shawn glared at him, then glared at Bischoff.

"This isn't over yet." He told Bischoff. Then he turned to Mark. "Yeah, I'll come quietly."

**3:53** Chris and Steph walked around the plane. He'd told her about the pilot and crew, so they weren't looking for survivors.

"Why did the plane crash, though?" Stephanie asked him as he studied one side of the plane.

"That's what I want to know. I don't think that anything malfunctioned or that we were shot down. It was almost like..." Chris trailed off.

"Almost like what?" Stephanie asked him.

"Almost like the pilot ran the plane into the ground on purpose." He finished.

"What?! Why would he do that?"

"He said that he hadn't reached Ground Control yet, well, what if he never called in the first place? What if he called at WWE Headquarters or at the arena and told them that we were coming, and that someone who answered ordered him to kill us or they would do something to his family?" Chris suggested.

**3:59** "But that would mean......it's crazy!! No way!!! It's too farfetched!!" Stephanie insisted. Chris turned to look at her.

"Is it? Is a mole inside the WWE really that farfetched? What if, before he died, your dad hired Bischoff? Or worse, what if it's someone very close to your father who could jeopardize everything?" Chris asked her. "Even our lives?"

**4:00**