Going home
Chris rolled over the next morning and stared out the window. This hadn't been how he planned to spend the day. In a house of people who hated him and who he hated back. What Mongo said last night still stuck out in his mind? He was right so many had betrayed him. His wife and one of his best friends lied to him. Dean Malenko beat him with a chair. Then Mongo turned on him. Was there anyone he could trust? He wondered.
He fingered his wedding band thinking of his family. Not just Nancy, Daniel, and Tatem but his other two children Megan and David. He supposed he could have gone to Canada instead of showing up at RAW. But his curiosity made him want to see why everyone didn't want him to go to RAW. He now knew why.
He got up and dressed in the jeans and shirt he had been wearing the day before. And went out into the other room. He had been sharing a room with Malenko and Van Dam both were already up by the time he was.
He walked into the kitchen and found almost all of them eating breakfast. The people who attacked him at Smackdown were also there. He took a cup of coffee and some cereal and leaned against the counter feeling every bit uncomfortable.
Bischoff was on the phone but hung up when he saw Chris standing there. "We're going to your house today Benoit."
"Why are we going to my house?" Chris demanded. Shane's there. There was no way in hell that they could find him.
"Well so you can get clothes and I'm trying a hunch that there is a certain heir apparent there." Chris tried to keep his face neutral. He couldn't let on that Shane was there. But how was he going to warn Nancy? "Shane and Dean will also be coming." Oh yeah that will go over well with Nancy. "Finish eating and we'll go."
Chris took his time eating a fact that didn't seem to be lost on Eric who yanked the bowl out of his hands. "You are done eating let's go."
Chris followed them out the door hoping Ric could call Nancy.
***
"Why are we going in my house?" Chris asked again as they pulled up to the Benoit house. Bischoff, Shane, Dean were in the car with Chris.
"I think there was something else your wife's been hiding all this time." Bischoff said. "And I mean besides you."
Please let Nancy have gotten the phone call! If she didn't Shane won't be able to defend himself. Chris thought worriedly as he got out of the car.
Bischoff, Dean, and Shane were already at the door waiting when he got out of the car. The door opened and Nancy did not look happy. "What?" She asked. Chris didn't think she saw him yet.
"Coming to check your house."
"You've got Chris back so what do you want?" She asked again.
"I think you are hiding someone else Nancy. Perhaps a cripple? And since Chris is with us we can come in."
"Chris is with you? Where?" Nancy asked looking around. Dean pulled Chris to the front of the group. She sighed. "All right come in." She opened the door.
She led them through the house. When they got to the guestroom Chris held his breath not knowing what they'd find. Again he prayed that Nancy got the phone call. It wasn't like Bischoff knew for sure that Shane and Marissa were there.
Eric opened the door and stepped inside. Chris followed them. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found it empty of Shane and Marissa's things. No one could tell there had been two guests in there.
Bischoff looked pissed. "I know they were here Nancy. We'll be back." He stormed out of the house. Dean and Shane followed him.
Chris stayed. He hugged his wife. "I'm sorry." He said.
"Don't be. It's not your fault." She hugged him tight. "Be careful okay?"
"I will." He was about to kiss her when Eric came back in and practically dragged him out the door. He could barely call out bye before he was shoved into the car.
"Tell me where Shane is." Eric said as he started the car.
"I don't know where he is. And even if I did I wouldn't tell you. He's crippled leave him alone."
"Like you he's a loose thread that needs to be found and neutralized. And like you he will be found."
Chris looked over at Dean who was sitting next to him. A lot of people couldn't read his facial expressions but Chris almost always could and he could read the fear on his face. He wondered why.
Chris rolled over the next morning and stared out the window. This hadn't been how he planned to spend the day. In a house of people who hated him and who he hated back. What Mongo said last night still stuck out in his mind? He was right so many had betrayed him. His wife and one of his best friends lied to him. Dean Malenko beat him with a chair. Then Mongo turned on him. Was there anyone he could trust? He wondered.
He fingered his wedding band thinking of his family. Not just Nancy, Daniel, and Tatem but his other two children Megan and David. He supposed he could have gone to Canada instead of showing up at RAW. But his curiosity made him want to see why everyone didn't want him to go to RAW. He now knew why.
He got up and dressed in the jeans and shirt he had been wearing the day before. And went out into the other room. He had been sharing a room with Malenko and Van Dam both were already up by the time he was.
He walked into the kitchen and found almost all of them eating breakfast. The people who attacked him at Smackdown were also there. He took a cup of coffee and some cereal and leaned against the counter feeling every bit uncomfortable.
Bischoff was on the phone but hung up when he saw Chris standing there. "We're going to your house today Benoit."
"Why are we going to my house?" Chris demanded. Shane's there. There was no way in hell that they could find him.
"Well so you can get clothes and I'm trying a hunch that there is a certain heir apparent there." Chris tried to keep his face neutral. He couldn't let on that Shane was there. But how was he going to warn Nancy? "Shane and Dean will also be coming." Oh yeah that will go over well with Nancy. "Finish eating and we'll go."
Chris took his time eating a fact that didn't seem to be lost on Eric who yanked the bowl out of his hands. "You are done eating let's go."
Chris followed them out the door hoping Ric could call Nancy.
***
"Why are we going in my house?" Chris asked again as they pulled up to the Benoit house. Bischoff, Shane, Dean were in the car with Chris.
"I think there was something else your wife's been hiding all this time." Bischoff said. "And I mean besides you."
Please let Nancy have gotten the phone call! If she didn't Shane won't be able to defend himself. Chris thought worriedly as he got out of the car.
Bischoff, Dean, and Shane were already at the door waiting when he got out of the car. The door opened and Nancy did not look happy. "What?" She asked. Chris didn't think she saw him yet.
"Coming to check your house."
"You've got Chris back so what do you want?" She asked again.
"I think you are hiding someone else Nancy. Perhaps a cripple? And since Chris is with us we can come in."
"Chris is with you? Where?" Nancy asked looking around. Dean pulled Chris to the front of the group. She sighed. "All right come in." She opened the door.
She led them through the house. When they got to the guestroom Chris held his breath not knowing what they'd find. Again he prayed that Nancy got the phone call. It wasn't like Bischoff knew for sure that Shane and Marissa were there.
Eric opened the door and stepped inside. Chris followed them. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found it empty of Shane and Marissa's things. No one could tell there had been two guests in there.
Bischoff looked pissed. "I know they were here Nancy. We'll be back." He stormed out of the house. Dean and Shane followed him.
Chris stayed. He hugged his wife. "I'm sorry." He said.
"Don't be. It's not your fault." She hugged him tight. "Be careful okay?"
"I will." He was about to kiss her when Eric came back in and practically dragged him out the door. He could barely call out bye before he was shoved into the car.
"Tell me where Shane is." Eric said as he started the car.
"I don't know where he is. And even if I did I wouldn't tell you. He's crippled leave him alone."
"Like you he's a loose thread that needs to be found and neutralized. And like you he will be found."
Chris looked over at Dean who was sitting next to him. A lot of people couldn't read his facial expressions but Chris almost always could and he could read the fear on his face. He wondered why.