Chris Jericho had met up with everyone else on the flight, soon they arrived in Atlanta for the PPV. Chris and Kane got together in one of the locker rooms backstage to go over the match.

"Are you sure you want that to happen?" Kane asked, cutting Chris off.

"Yea. So, after that then you...."

"Chris?"

"Yea?" He turned to the voice, Christian.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt." He came in the room. "So, are you ready?"

"Ready? Oh, yea."

"Good, you look a whole lot better."

"Better?" Kane cut in.

"Yea, you should've seen him, he got really sick."

"He did? Didn't you get a flu shot?"

"And you did?" Chris asked, but Kane's face was an answer enough. "Ok then. Uhm, can we get back to the match?"

"Oh yea." Kane nodded. "So after the choke slam, then..."

"Ok, sorry to bother you." Christian left the room.

Armageddon....

The matches had already taken place. Batista had beaten Mark Henry, leaving him for a long lecture from Theodore Long. Now it was time for Chris Jericho vs. Kane. At home in Tampa, Stephanie and Joey watched on tv. The match went on and Chris went off the ropes and jumped up but Kane grabbed him by the neck, picked him up and choke slammed him. He went for the pin and like planned Chris got his shoulder up. Kane was furious and the crowd cheered. But Chris began to cough viciously. Kane and Stephanie took notice but the fans just thought it was from the attack. No, Chris was still sick, and wasn't well enough to be having a match, his condition could worsen and he could get a relapse. That's what Stephanie had been afraid of when she had examined him before he left. Chris got up and stared down Kane, Kane stared back but he could tell that Chris was fading, his eyes were getting foggy. Kane backed up and ran at Chris, tackling him down with just his chest. Chris fell but fell too hard, hurting himself. He was running out of energy but the match had to go on. He got back up and Kane reluctantly grabbed him and threw him onto the turnbuckle, he hit his chest and turned around, getting a boot to the face. He fell too hard again, but this time, lucky for him, he wouldn't get up. Kane got the pin. 1, 2, 3, and the match was over. Kane had won, and Chris had lost, but in more than one way. Kane posed for the crowd and got out of the ring. Referee Earl Hebner went over to Chris.

"Hey, are you ok?" He asked.

"I, don't know." Chris gasped weakly and began to cough violently.

Earl made an X with his arms and then whirled his finger like a helicopter blade. The new trainer, Dan's replacement, came out and helped Chris backstage. As soon as he disappeared behind the curtain, Stephanie got on the phone. She was put through to the trainer's room where Kane answered.

"Hello, trainer's room."

"Hi it's Stephanie. Is Chris ok?"

"Oh Steph. I don't know, something happened in the ring, only I don't know what."

"He must have gotten a relapse."

"But it was so sudden."

"I know, oh I knew he wasn't well enough. Oh!"

"Don't worry Steph." Kane looked over at Chris. He was struggling just to breathe, the trainer held his mouth open with a finger as he examined him. Kane sighed. "I'm sure he'll be fine."

"Thank you Kane." She hung up and looked over at Joey. He was watching the remaining portion of the pay per view on the tv. She sighed and picked him up. "Oh Joey, what on earth is becoming of your father."

Back at the arena, Kane was still with Chris in the trainer's room when there was a knock on the door. It was Matt Hardy and Christian. Kane opened the door to allow them in.

"Hey Kane, I got Christian like you asked." Matt said.

"Thanks." Kane turned to Christian.

"What happened?" He asked.

"It's Chris, he's gotten a relapse of the epidemic." Kane explained. "But it happened in the middle of the match."

"How is he?" Christian asked the trainer.

"He's in very bad shape." He replied, finishing his examination. "What do you suggest we do?" Christian asked.

"Get him home. I'm afraid there's no medical attention that can help him."

"So is he...." Christian couldn't finish his sentence.

"No, but he's dangerously close." The trainer said as he put his things away. Christian nodded and he and Kane helped Chris up. Matt went over to help him. "Wait." They turned around. "You could become infected."

"Don't worry." Matt nodded. "We all got our flu shot."

Later....

Christian had decided to take Chris home, then return to Raw. Matt and Kane had to stay with the roster because only one could accompany Chris back. That morning, Stephanie was awake and waiting by the door when Chris and Christian arrived.

"Oh Chris!" She ran outside and jumped onto him, they fell over.

"Oh...." All Chris could do was groan, he was in too much pain. He coughed and sniffed.

"I'm sorry." Stephanie helped him up with Christian's aide. "Let's get him to the couch." They lay him down. Joey was watching tv from his chair but he turned around to watch.

"I have to go back, I have to join the rest of them for Raw tomorrow." Christian apologized.

"No, that's ok." Stephanie nodded and sniffed, wiping her eyes. "I understand.

Christian nodded, "Thanks." And left.

Stephanie turned back to Chris, she fell frantic and began to fuss over him. She rubbed his face and gasped, feeling his cheeks, "My god, you're so hot!" She ran off and grabbed a thermometer and put it in his mouth. She pulled it out as soon as it was done. "Oh my god, it's 102!" She lay her head down on his chest sadly, his heart was racing, trying to fight off the invader in his body. "Oh, my poor baby, you're so, so sick."

"Steph?" The faint voice came out of Chris's lips.

"Yes, Chris?" She looked at him as his eyes weakly opened. "Don't cry for me." He coughed terribly, his voice was no more than a quiet, raspy whisper. He groaned, he was in so much pain.

"Can I get you anything?" Stephanie asked.

"No." Chris closed his eyes and shook his head. Stephanie sighed and stood up to leave. "Wait, Steph!" Chris chocked and Stephanie stopped. She gasped when Chris pulled her down and held her closely and tight. "Please, don't leave me."

Stephanie couldn't help but lighten her body at Chris's tone of voice, he sounded so scared and he was gripping her so close and tight that he was shaking, partly because of the chills caused by the fever.

Stephanie relaxed and lay with him, "I won't Chris, as long as you don't leave me." She opened her eyes and saw Joey. She managed to get out of Chris's grip when he fell asleep and walked over to him.

"Du uh?" Joey asked, looking up at his mom.

She picked him up, "Oh, don't worry Joey." She sniffed. "Daddy's gonna be ok."

Siren's rang out in the middle of the night as they made their way to their house. Chris had broken out into a horrible coughing fit, spitting up blood and he couldn't breathe. The paramedics burst through the door and ran to the couch, Stephanie backed away, holding Joey tightly as the doctors raced to do their work. Stephanie shivered, hiding Joey's face from view. They just couldn't loose him, they just couldn't.....

"I'm sorry mam." One of the men had approached her, snapping her out of her thoughts. "But I'm afraid, he's gone."

The paramedics took Chris's body away and left the house. It felt cold and empty. Stephanie closed the door and walked over to her crying son. She held Joey close as she felt her body sink to the ground.

Wow, it's an Armageddon alright. Armageddon: the end of the world. With Chris dead, Stephanie's world has ended.