"That was a great match Chris!" Trish said enthusiastically as she and
Chris walked backstage.
Chris tried to catch his breath, "Yeah, thanks."
"I'm so glad I'm partnered with you," Trish said, grabbing Chris's hand.
Chris played along with Trish and let her hold his hand. Her hands were clammy and cold, reminded him of a snake, cold-blooded. And as far as Chris was concerned that was what she was. Trish didn't have a heart if she tried to tear a family apart. He knew that Stephanie and Kurt were already in his dressing room preparing for the big fight scene.
"Trish," Chris said, slowing her down to a stop.
"Yes, Chris," she said, smiling sweetly at him.
"I'm going to try to reconcile with Stephanie," he told her.
Trish's lip curled up into almost a snarl or something. This was the last thing she needed to hear. She was making such progress with Chris, and now it looked as if everything was going to be going down the drain. She couldn't let this happen. She had to make Chris see what a wench he was married to.
"Chris, I don't think that's such a good idea," she said, mock concerned.
"But Trish, I need to."
"You don't NEED to do anything. You're your own person. If you don't want to be with her, then don't be with her, it's as simple as that."
"But we have a daughter together, we have a baby on the way. I'd seem like an asshole if I just left her."
"Chris, don't do this for the kids. They'll understand in the long run, trust me," she said softly, caressing his hand with her thumb, hoping that it would get his mind on her and off his wife and reconciliation.
"Trish, I know that you're trying to be a good friend, but I'm getting back with Stephanie. I think it's what's best."
He started to walk away, knowing that Trish would follow him, and try to talk him out of getting back together with Stephanie, despite them already being together. He was on his way to his dressing room, where he knew that Kurt and Stephanie were already together. The signal to let him know that they had arrived was turning the knob twice before opening the door. He got there and Trish put her hand on his shoulder.
"Chris, think about this rationally," Trish pleaded, "You can't be with someone you don't love."
"But I really feel like this is the only solution to the problem."
"But it's not!"
Chris turned the doorknob twice, "I'm sorry, but it's what I'm going to do."
Inside the room, Kurt and Stephanie were anxiously awaiting the signal that would tell them that Chris and Trish were there and to set the plan into action. They sat together on the couch as they saw the knob turn. They took a deep breath and Stephanie closed her eyes and waited to feel Kurt's lips on hers. Seconds later there they were and she kissed him back as best she could. She was just acting, that's all.
Chris opened the door and looked straight at the couch. His first instinct was to laugh because he could see Stephanie cringing as Kurt kissed her. He managed to stifle his laugh and then he gasped in shock. Trish looked over his shoulder to see Kurt and Stephanie making out on the couch.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Chris yelled, going into the room more, Trish at his heels.
Kurt and Stephanie broke apart, much to both of their relief. Kissing each other was weird to say the least, they hadn't done it in so long. They looked up guiltily and Stephanie moved away from Kurt trying to show that she was trying to look innocent.
"I asked what the fuck was going on?" Chris said loudly, slamming the door shut behind him so no one would hear and think there was an actual fight going on.
"N-nothing Chris," Stephanie said uneasily.
"You were fucking kissing him!"
"I can explain really," she said nervously, playing her part to a tee.
"Who the fuck do you think you are Angle!" Chris yelled.
"I couldn't help it if you couldn't please her," Kurt said snidely.
"You stupid fucker!" Chris yelled.
Chris yanked Kurt off the couch and threw him to the ground, "I'm going to kick your ass Angle!"
Trish and Stephanie watched as Chris picked Kurt up by the collar of his shirt and threw him up against the wall. Chris threw a punch at Kurt hitting the side of his face. Kurt pushed Chris off of him and punched him in the stomach. They both fell to the floor, still hitting each other.
Stephanie was impressed that they were able to make the fight look so real. She got up off the couch and walked to the corner of the room like Chris had told her. He didn't want any errant punches hitting her and possibly endangering her and the baby.
Trish was still in disbelief over what she saw. Stephanie and Kurt...together!?! She'd never have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. She guessed that Stephanie really couldn't remember how good a friend she had been with Kurt and now she was attracted to him. Too bad for her, but great for Trish. Trish walked over to Stephanie.
"You stupid bitch!" Trish yelled.
"What are you talking about?" Stephanie said, looking down at Trish.
"You gave up a great guy. You fucking broke his heart, you cruel wench!"
"Shut up! You don't know me!" Stephanie yelled at her.
"Oh I know. You think you can swoop back in here on your high horse and pretend to be someone you're not. And then you go and break the heart of the guy who's been missing you for two years. I can't believe you."
"You don't know what it's like to not remember so don't give me your holier than thou bullshit."
"No, the only bullshit around here is you and your pretending to care about Chris," Trish said, shaking her head.
"Don't you ever fucking tell me what's right and wrong bitch," Stephanie said, fed up with Trish Stratus.
Trish pulled her hand back and gave Stephanie one hell of a slap. Stephanie wasn't expecting it and fell back a few steps. She instinctively held her cheek and could feel the sting of the slap. Stephanie was about to retaliate when Trish slammed her up against the wall.
Chris and Kurt heard Stephanie being shoved against the wall and stopped mock fighting for a moment. They looked up and saw Trish pinning Stephanie to the wall by holding her shoulders. Stephanie grimaced with pain as she was smacked against the cold concrete of the wall.
"Trish, what are you doing!?!" Chris said, getting up.
"Giving her a taste of her own medicine," Trish said with gritted teeth.
"Chris," Stephanie said weakly, her back aching.
Chris looked at her in fright. Trish could be harming their baby and he couldn't stand for that. He ran over to where they were and grabbed Trish by the waist, trying to pry her off of Stephanie. She wouldn't let go and he had to use physical force to get her off.
"Trish, she's not worth it," he told her.
"The bitch was cheating on you," Trish said, trying to get out of Chris's strong grasp.
"Yeah, but you can't hurt her."
"But I want to," Trish said, breaking free from Chris's hold and charging at Stephanie.
Kurt, who had gotten up by this time, ran at them. He intercepted Trish before she could touch Stephanie again. He tackled her to the ground and pinned her. Chris looked surprised at Kurt's quick reflexes.
"Don't you dare touch her," Kurt growled, sneering down at Trish.
"Chris, help me," Trish said, trying to squirm her way out from under Kurt.
"Kurt, get off her," Chris said, pulling the other man off, intending to go through with the plan.
Kurt got off her reluctantly, "Don't you dare touch Stephanie again."
"Fine," Trish said, dusting herself off, "Let's go Chris, we don't need to be around these people any longer."
"Yeah, you're right," Chris said, looking at Kurt, "We're out of here. It's over between us Stephanie. Have fun with the Olympic Twit."
Chris shot a look at the two of them before leaving, glad that things had pretty much gone without a hitch. He let Trish drag him out of the room and closed the door behind him. Trish took him to her locker room.
"You ok Chris?" she said, trying to be sympathetic.
"Yeah, I guess," Chris said hollowly, thinking of Stephanie and how he had been worried that Trish had slapped her. He was ready to kick her ass for that offense alone, but he knew that's not what Stephanie would want. And he wanted whatever Stephanie wanted.
"It'll be ok?" she said, coming over to massage his shoulders.
"I feel like getting a drink," Chris said, "Getting drunk out of my mind."
"Ok, let's go to a bar then, we'll get so drunk you'll forget you ever found Stephanie," Trish said, plotting out the night in her mind.
"Great, let's go," Chris said, plotting himself. They left shortly after.
Kurt looked around the room. He and Chris sure had made a mess of things with their mock fight. Luckily it had gone according to plan. He went about picking things up, not bothering to look over at Stephanie, figuring that she was thinking about how the plan had gone as well.
"Kurt," a weak voice said.
"Yes?" Kurt said.
"I don't feel good."
Kurt looked up at Stephanie and saw that she was as pale as a ghost. She was holding her back and grimacing in pain. Kurt rushed over to her and helped her sit on the couch. She closed her eyes.
"What is it Steph? Is it the baby?"
"I don't know. I think it's my blood pressure," she said, trying to catch her breath.
"Oh shit, this happened with Regan didn't it?"
"Yeah, I think I just need to rest," she said, starting to lay down.
"No way," Kurt said, picking her up, "Not after what happened with Regan. I'm taking you to the hospital."
"Kurt, it's nothing really," she tried to say.
"Nope, you're not swaying me on this one."
Kurt and Stephanie headed out to the parking lot and he put her into his car. He rushed her to the nearest hospital. As soon as they were there, he parked quickly and carried her into the emergency room where they immediately whisked her off to be checked. Kurt decided to try and get a hold of Chris.
Chris was at the bar ordering his and Trish's drinks. He was going to fool her into thinking that he was having rum and Coke, when he was just going to have plain Coke. He didn't need to be inebriated and accidentally really sleep with Trish. She had ordered a cosmopolitan. He got the drinks and headed over to the table.
He didn't hear his phone ring when Kurt called, it being way too loud in the club. He sate and made small talk with Trish as he watched her devour her drink and get up for another. He watched as she was falling for exactly what they had planned.
Kurt kept getting Chris's voice mail and left the same message every time, "Chris, it's Kurt. I had to take Stephanie to the hospital, they haven't told me anything yet. You might want to get down here."
Kurt sat there waiting, hoping to either hear from Chris or hear about Stephanie. Neither thing seemed to be happening and it was frustrating. Finally a doctor came out of from behind the doors to the emergency area. He scanned the room quickly and walked over to Kurt.
"Are you here with Mrs. Jericho?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm her best friend. Is she ok? Is the baby ok?"
"Yes, everything's fine. There was nothing wrong with the baby. Mrs. Jericho just suffered a sprained back and that was causing her to have a little bit of pain and that might have led her to be concerned about the baby, but I assure you the baby was never in trouble."
Kurt sighed in relief, "Thank you. It's just she's had a history of high blood pressure while pregnant."
"Yes, she informed us of that, so we've been monitoring her blood pressure and it's normal. About her back, was she assaulted in any way?" the doctor asked concerned.
"She got in a fight with another woman who shoved her up against a wall. We're professional wrestlers."
"Oh, well, it's in Mrs. Jericho's best interest to stay overnight so we can reduce the swelling of her back. We can't give her painkillers because of the pregnancy, so we'd like to keep her here so that she isn't any more uncomfortable than she is."
"Ok, that sounds reasonable. And you're sure the baby is ok?"
"Yes. There was nothing wrong to begin with. The baby is healthy and very safe."
"Good, can I see her?" Kurt asked.
"Of course. She's being taken up to the second floor as we speak so you can meet her up there."
"Thanks."
"She'll be in room 295."
Kurt sighed in relief, glad that the baby hadn't been in any danger. He didn't want Stephanie hurt either, but he knew that she'd rather be hurt than have the baby be in danger. He made his way to the second floor and to her room. She was in a hospital gown lying on her side facing the door.
"Hey Kurt," she said.
"Stephanie, you look so much better," he said, noting that she was no longer pale or looking like she was in pain.
"Yes, I'm feeling heaps better."
"Glad to hear it."
"Have you gotten a hold of Chris?"
"No, just his voice mail."
"He must still be out with Trish," Stephanie said, "He'll get the message before he goes to sleep."
"You don't seem too concerned."
"I'm fine Kurt, there's no need to be concerned."
"So I heard. But if you had really been hurt I don't think either Chris or I would've been able to live with ourselves."
"Well, I'm fine, and the baby was always fine. And my back is just sprained a little. Doctor's said once I get out of here tomorrow that I'm going to have to stay off my feet for a few weeks since I'm carrying extra weight and they don't want me to strain my back."
"Aww, so you can't be at the shows," he pouted.
"This works out perfectly Kurt," Stephanie said, a gleam in her eye.
"Stephanie..." he said warningly.
"No Kurt, I mean, think about it. This will get me away from the shows and that way it can really look like Chris and I are split up. He can tell her I'm moving out of the house. Or better yet, I can go to Chris's parents and then he can say I went to England."
"Stephanie," Kurt said exasperated, "Trish almost injured you seriously. And you're still thinking of this plan?"
"I'm not hurt Kurt, neither is my baby. And if I'm away from Trish, then she can't hurt me. She can go on thinking that she's having some romance with Chris. Then by the time her wedding onscreen rolls around, I'll be well enough to come back and drop the bombshell."
"And how's that coming by the way?"
"Well, I've been talking to Daddy about having a twist at the wedding. No wedding on television goes off without some sort of hitch. So I will go out during the wedding."
"And do what?" Kurt asked, suddenly very curious.
Stephanie smirked wickedly, "Well, since everyone will know I'm pregnant, seeing as how I'll be about six months at the time, I'm going to go out to say that I'm pregnant with Chris's child, which of course will be true, and then declare that Chris is indeed married to me, not Trish and that we've been playing her all along and she's fired."
"Nice plan," Kurt said, genuinely impressed, "But I'm surprised that you and Chris are going to assert yourselves as married on television."
"But we are married."
"But you've never even been together in the storylines."
"So, it's about time we give them a romance."
"And all this will segue into you leaving on maternity leave."
"Yup. And the best part, Trish will have no idea this is going to go down."
Kurt shook his head, "I wonder what her reaction will be."
Trish looked over at Chris through her drooping eyes. The alcohol was starting to take its effect and she was feeling a bit light-headed. She could tell that Chris was just as drunk as she was, he kept slurring his words together. They had danced for a while, but had been to wild and crazy out there, they'd had to sit down.
"Trish, baby, let's go back to the hotel," Chris said suggestively.
"Mmm, sounds great," she said, standing up.
Chris went over to the obviously drunk woman and let her lean on him. He hadn't had a drop of alcohol and was feeling fine. She was hanging off of him as she stumbled out to his car. He drove back to the hotel and up to her room. He flinched at what he had to do, but leaned in to kiss her.
"You kiss good," she said hazily as they broke apart.
"Let's go inside," he mumbled.
She managed to get the door open after a few tries and dragged Chris into her room, closing the door behind her. They kept kissing as they made there way into the bedroom. Chris let her lead him to the bed and then they laid down and kissed.
"Trish, I'll be right back ok," Chris said, breaking the kiss.
"Don't be long ok," Trish said, already taking off her clothes.
He shuddered as she continued to undress. He went into the bathroom and waited there for a while. Trish was sure to fall asleep or pass out or something from all the alcohol she consumed. He stopped hearing her in the next room and tentatively opened the door to see Trish obviously naked under the covers. Perfect, he thought, just as they had planned. He went over and grabbed her key card from where she had dropped it on the ground and left the room.
He walked up to his room and let himself inside, wondering if Stephanie was up. A quick look of his watch said it was 1:30 in the morning. She'd probably be asleep. The lights were all turned off she he figured she was really in bed. He turned on one of the lights in the living room so he wouldn't wake her. He looked in the bedroom and didn't see her there. That was weird. She wasn't anywhere else either.
"She must be with Kurt," Chris said to himself.
He walked over to the hotel phone and called the lobby, asking for Kurt Angle's room. They connected him and he waited for Kurt to pick up. The phone kept ringing and ringing until the option of leaving a message came up. He hung up the phone and decided to call Stephanie's cell phone. He picked up his phone and noticed the voice mail icon was on. He figured it must be Stephanie calling him and listened.
His breath was pushed out of his body when he heard Stephanie was in the hospital. He was out of his room and into his car in no time flat. He drove to the hospital Kurt had said they were at and rushed inside. He hadn't said anything about what was wrong with Stephanie and panicked he ran up to the desk asking which room she was in. Once receiving the information he ran up the second floor, not bothering to wait for the elevator. He ran into the room and found Stephanie and Kurt talking.
"Oh my God," he exclaimed, "What happened?"
"Chris, you finally got Kurt's messages," Stephanie said relieved.
Chris rushed over to her side, "What happened Stephy, is it the baby, is the baby ok? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, the baby's better than I am actually," she laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"The baby wasn't hurt, I'm the one with a sprained back, hence me lying on my side," she explained.
"Sprained back?"
"From Trish shoving me against the wall," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Trish did this!?!" Chris said, anger flaring up in his eyes.
"Yeah, but it's ok, I'm fine, nothing a little rest won't fix. And the baby was always fine. Doctor said it was very healthy."
"Ok," Chris said, trying to calm down, then turning to Kurt, "Thanks for watching out for her."
"Not a problem, but I'm going to head out ok, I'm beat," Kurt said yawning, then going over to hug Stephanie gingerly, "Feel better."
"I will, bye Kurt."
"Bye you two."
Chris watched Kurt leave then pulled up a chair to sit next to Stephanie, "So you're really ok?"
"I'm really ok. They're just keeping me here to make sure that I'm not in too much pain since I can't take painkillers."
"I understand. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, but I couldn't hear my phone," he said, kissing her hand.
"It's ok. Did everything work out?"
"Yes, but that doesn't matter right now, you matter right now," he said softly.
"Chris, I'm really ok," she told him.
"I was just so scared that something had happened to you and the baby," he said, looking into her eyes.
"No, nothing at all. Like I said, the baby is healthier than I am at the current moment. It wasn't in any danger."
"But if you or the baby had been in trouble, I would've died."
She leaned over and kissed his temple, "We're fine."
Chris scowled and thought about Trish, "That bitch is so going to pay. She went too far this time."
"I know, but let's try not to worry about it right now."
"Oh, I won't worry about it right now. But when this is all over, Trish is going to get a piece of my mind."
Chris tried to catch his breath, "Yeah, thanks."
"I'm so glad I'm partnered with you," Trish said, grabbing Chris's hand.
Chris played along with Trish and let her hold his hand. Her hands were clammy and cold, reminded him of a snake, cold-blooded. And as far as Chris was concerned that was what she was. Trish didn't have a heart if she tried to tear a family apart. He knew that Stephanie and Kurt were already in his dressing room preparing for the big fight scene.
"Trish," Chris said, slowing her down to a stop.
"Yes, Chris," she said, smiling sweetly at him.
"I'm going to try to reconcile with Stephanie," he told her.
Trish's lip curled up into almost a snarl or something. This was the last thing she needed to hear. She was making such progress with Chris, and now it looked as if everything was going to be going down the drain. She couldn't let this happen. She had to make Chris see what a wench he was married to.
"Chris, I don't think that's such a good idea," she said, mock concerned.
"But Trish, I need to."
"You don't NEED to do anything. You're your own person. If you don't want to be with her, then don't be with her, it's as simple as that."
"But we have a daughter together, we have a baby on the way. I'd seem like an asshole if I just left her."
"Chris, don't do this for the kids. They'll understand in the long run, trust me," she said softly, caressing his hand with her thumb, hoping that it would get his mind on her and off his wife and reconciliation.
"Trish, I know that you're trying to be a good friend, but I'm getting back with Stephanie. I think it's what's best."
He started to walk away, knowing that Trish would follow him, and try to talk him out of getting back together with Stephanie, despite them already being together. He was on his way to his dressing room, where he knew that Kurt and Stephanie were already together. The signal to let him know that they had arrived was turning the knob twice before opening the door. He got there and Trish put her hand on his shoulder.
"Chris, think about this rationally," Trish pleaded, "You can't be with someone you don't love."
"But I really feel like this is the only solution to the problem."
"But it's not!"
Chris turned the doorknob twice, "I'm sorry, but it's what I'm going to do."
Inside the room, Kurt and Stephanie were anxiously awaiting the signal that would tell them that Chris and Trish were there and to set the plan into action. They sat together on the couch as they saw the knob turn. They took a deep breath and Stephanie closed her eyes and waited to feel Kurt's lips on hers. Seconds later there they were and she kissed him back as best she could. She was just acting, that's all.
Chris opened the door and looked straight at the couch. His first instinct was to laugh because he could see Stephanie cringing as Kurt kissed her. He managed to stifle his laugh and then he gasped in shock. Trish looked over his shoulder to see Kurt and Stephanie making out on the couch.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Chris yelled, going into the room more, Trish at his heels.
Kurt and Stephanie broke apart, much to both of their relief. Kissing each other was weird to say the least, they hadn't done it in so long. They looked up guiltily and Stephanie moved away from Kurt trying to show that she was trying to look innocent.
"I asked what the fuck was going on?" Chris said loudly, slamming the door shut behind him so no one would hear and think there was an actual fight going on.
"N-nothing Chris," Stephanie said uneasily.
"You were fucking kissing him!"
"I can explain really," she said nervously, playing her part to a tee.
"Who the fuck do you think you are Angle!" Chris yelled.
"I couldn't help it if you couldn't please her," Kurt said snidely.
"You stupid fucker!" Chris yelled.
Chris yanked Kurt off the couch and threw him to the ground, "I'm going to kick your ass Angle!"
Trish and Stephanie watched as Chris picked Kurt up by the collar of his shirt and threw him up against the wall. Chris threw a punch at Kurt hitting the side of his face. Kurt pushed Chris off of him and punched him in the stomach. They both fell to the floor, still hitting each other.
Stephanie was impressed that they were able to make the fight look so real. She got up off the couch and walked to the corner of the room like Chris had told her. He didn't want any errant punches hitting her and possibly endangering her and the baby.
Trish was still in disbelief over what she saw. Stephanie and Kurt...together!?! She'd never have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. She guessed that Stephanie really couldn't remember how good a friend she had been with Kurt and now she was attracted to him. Too bad for her, but great for Trish. Trish walked over to Stephanie.
"You stupid bitch!" Trish yelled.
"What are you talking about?" Stephanie said, looking down at Trish.
"You gave up a great guy. You fucking broke his heart, you cruel wench!"
"Shut up! You don't know me!" Stephanie yelled at her.
"Oh I know. You think you can swoop back in here on your high horse and pretend to be someone you're not. And then you go and break the heart of the guy who's been missing you for two years. I can't believe you."
"You don't know what it's like to not remember so don't give me your holier than thou bullshit."
"No, the only bullshit around here is you and your pretending to care about Chris," Trish said, shaking her head.
"Don't you ever fucking tell me what's right and wrong bitch," Stephanie said, fed up with Trish Stratus.
Trish pulled her hand back and gave Stephanie one hell of a slap. Stephanie wasn't expecting it and fell back a few steps. She instinctively held her cheek and could feel the sting of the slap. Stephanie was about to retaliate when Trish slammed her up against the wall.
Chris and Kurt heard Stephanie being shoved against the wall and stopped mock fighting for a moment. They looked up and saw Trish pinning Stephanie to the wall by holding her shoulders. Stephanie grimaced with pain as she was smacked against the cold concrete of the wall.
"Trish, what are you doing!?!" Chris said, getting up.
"Giving her a taste of her own medicine," Trish said with gritted teeth.
"Chris," Stephanie said weakly, her back aching.
Chris looked at her in fright. Trish could be harming their baby and he couldn't stand for that. He ran over to where they were and grabbed Trish by the waist, trying to pry her off of Stephanie. She wouldn't let go and he had to use physical force to get her off.
"Trish, she's not worth it," he told her.
"The bitch was cheating on you," Trish said, trying to get out of Chris's strong grasp.
"Yeah, but you can't hurt her."
"But I want to," Trish said, breaking free from Chris's hold and charging at Stephanie.
Kurt, who had gotten up by this time, ran at them. He intercepted Trish before she could touch Stephanie again. He tackled her to the ground and pinned her. Chris looked surprised at Kurt's quick reflexes.
"Don't you dare touch her," Kurt growled, sneering down at Trish.
"Chris, help me," Trish said, trying to squirm her way out from under Kurt.
"Kurt, get off her," Chris said, pulling the other man off, intending to go through with the plan.
Kurt got off her reluctantly, "Don't you dare touch Stephanie again."
"Fine," Trish said, dusting herself off, "Let's go Chris, we don't need to be around these people any longer."
"Yeah, you're right," Chris said, looking at Kurt, "We're out of here. It's over between us Stephanie. Have fun with the Olympic Twit."
Chris shot a look at the two of them before leaving, glad that things had pretty much gone without a hitch. He let Trish drag him out of the room and closed the door behind him. Trish took him to her locker room.
"You ok Chris?" she said, trying to be sympathetic.
"Yeah, I guess," Chris said hollowly, thinking of Stephanie and how he had been worried that Trish had slapped her. He was ready to kick her ass for that offense alone, but he knew that's not what Stephanie would want. And he wanted whatever Stephanie wanted.
"It'll be ok?" she said, coming over to massage his shoulders.
"I feel like getting a drink," Chris said, "Getting drunk out of my mind."
"Ok, let's go to a bar then, we'll get so drunk you'll forget you ever found Stephanie," Trish said, plotting out the night in her mind.
"Great, let's go," Chris said, plotting himself. They left shortly after.
Kurt looked around the room. He and Chris sure had made a mess of things with their mock fight. Luckily it had gone according to plan. He went about picking things up, not bothering to look over at Stephanie, figuring that she was thinking about how the plan had gone as well.
"Kurt," a weak voice said.
"Yes?" Kurt said.
"I don't feel good."
Kurt looked up at Stephanie and saw that she was as pale as a ghost. She was holding her back and grimacing in pain. Kurt rushed over to her and helped her sit on the couch. She closed her eyes.
"What is it Steph? Is it the baby?"
"I don't know. I think it's my blood pressure," she said, trying to catch her breath.
"Oh shit, this happened with Regan didn't it?"
"Yeah, I think I just need to rest," she said, starting to lay down.
"No way," Kurt said, picking her up, "Not after what happened with Regan. I'm taking you to the hospital."
"Kurt, it's nothing really," she tried to say.
"Nope, you're not swaying me on this one."
Kurt and Stephanie headed out to the parking lot and he put her into his car. He rushed her to the nearest hospital. As soon as they were there, he parked quickly and carried her into the emergency room where they immediately whisked her off to be checked. Kurt decided to try and get a hold of Chris.
Chris was at the bar ordering his and Trish's drinks. He was going to fool her into thinking that he was having rum and Coke, when he was just going to have plain Coke. He didn't need to be inebriated and accidentally really sleep with Trish. She had ordered a cosmopolitan. He got the drinks and headed over to the table.
He didn't hear his phone ring when Kurt called, it being way too loud in the club. He sate and made small talk with Trish as he watched her devour her drink and get up for another. He watched as she was falling for exactly what they had planned.
Kurt kept getting Chris's voice mail and left the same message every time, "Chris, it's Kurt. I had to take Stephanie to the hospital, they haven't told me anything yet. You might want to get down here."
Kurt sat there waiting, hoping to either hear from Chris or hear about Stephanie. Neither thing seemed to be happening and it was frustrating. Finally a doctor came out of from behind the doors to the emergency area. He scanned the room quickly and walked over to Kurt.
"Are you here with Mrs. Jericho?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm her best friend. Is she ok? Is the baby ok?"
"Yes, everything's fine. There was nothing wrong with the baby. Mrs. Jericho just suffered a sprained back and that was causing her to have a little bit of pain and that might have led her to be concerned about the baby, but I assure you the baby was never in trouble."
Kurt sighed in relief, "Thank you. It's just she's had a history of high blood pressure while pregnant."
"Yes, she informed us of that, so we've been monitoring her blood pressure and it's normal. About her back, was she assaulted in any way?" the doctor asked concerned.
"She got in a fight with another woman who shoved her up against a wall. We're professional wrestlers."
"Oh, well, it's in Mrs. Jericho's best interest to stay overnight so we can reduce the swelling of her back. We can't give her painkillers because of the pregnancy, so we'd like to keep her here so that she isn't any more uncomfortable than she is."
"Ok, that sounds reasonable. And you're sure the baby is ok?"
"Yes. There was nothing wrong to begin with. The baby is healthy and very safe."
"Good, can I see her?" Kurt asked.
"Of course. She's being taken up to the second floor as we speak so you can meet her up there."
"Thanks."
"She'll be in room 295."
Kurt sighed in relief, glad that the baby hadn't been in any danger. He didn't want Stephanie hurt either, but he knew that she'd rather be hurt than have the baby be in danger. He made his way to the second floor and to her room. She was in a hospital gown lying on her side facing the door.
"Hey Kurt," she said.
"Stephanie, you look so much better," he said, noting that she was no longer pale or looking like she was in pain.
"Yes, I'm feeling heaps better."
"Glad to hear it."
"Have you gotten a hold of Chris?"
"No, just his voice mail."
"He must still be out with Trish," Stephanie said, "He'll get the message before he goes to sleep."
"You don't seem too concerned."
"I'm fine Kurt, there's no need to be concerned."
"So I heard. But if you had really been hurt I don't think either Chris or I would've been able to live with ourselves."
"Well, I'm fine, and the baby was always fine. And my back is just sprained a little. Doctor's said once I get out of here tomorrow that I'm going to have to stay off my feet for a few weeks since I'm carrying extra weight and they don't want me to strain my back."
"Aww, so you can't be at the shows," he pouted.
"This works out perfectly Kurt," Stephanie said, a gleam in her eye.
"Stephanie..." he said warningly.
"No Kurt, I mean, think about it. This will get me away from the shows and that way it can really look like Chris and I are split up. He can tell her I'm moving out of the house. Or better yet, I can go to Chris's parents and then he can say I went to England."
"Stephanie," Kurt said exasperated, "Trish almost injured you seriously. And you're still thinking of this plan?"
"I'm not hurt Kurt, neither is my baby. And if I'm away from Trish, then she can't hurt me. She can go on thinking that she's having some romance with Chris. Then by the time her wedding onscreen rolls around, I'll be well enough to come back and drop the bombshell."
"And how's that coming by the way?"
"Well, I've been talking to Daddy about having a twist at the wedding. No wedding on television goes off without some sort of hitch. So I will go out during the wedding."
"And do what?" Kurt asked, suddenly very curious.
Stephanie smirked wickedly, "Well, since everyone will know I'm pregnant, seeing as how I'll be about six months at the time, I'm going to go out to say that I'm pregnant with Chris's child, which of course will be true, and then declare that Chris is indeed married to me, not Trish and that we've been playing her all along and she's fired."
"Nice plan," Kurt said, genuinely impressed, "But I'm surprised that you and Chris are going to assert yourselves as married on television."
"But we are married."
"But you've never even been together in the storylines."
"So, it's about time we give them a romance."
"And all this will segue into you leaving on maternity leave."
"Yup. And the best part, Trish will have no idea this is going to go down."
Kurt shook his head, "I wonder what her reaction will be."
Trish looked over at Chris through her drooping eyes. The alcohol was starting to take its effect and she was feeling a bit light-headed. She could tell that Chris was just as drunk as she was, he kept slurring his words together. They had danced for a while, but had been to wild and crazy out there, they'd had to sit down.
"Trish, baby, let's go back to the hotel," Chris said suggestively.
"Mmm, sounds great," she said, standing up.
Chris went over to the obviously drunk woman and let her lean on him. He hadn't had a drop of alcohol and was feeling fine. She was hanging off of him as she stumbled out to his car. He drove back to the hotel and up to her room. He flinched at what he had to do, but leaned in to kiss her.
"You kiss good," she said hazily as they broke apart.
"Let's go inside," he mumbled.
She managed to get the door open after a few tries and dragged Chris into her room, closing the door behind her. They kept kissing as they made there way into the bedroom. Chris let her lead him to the bed and then they laid down and kissed.
"Trish, I'll be right back ok," Chris said, breaking the kiss.
"Don't be long ok," Trish said, already taking off her clothes.
He shuddered as she continued to undress. He went into the bathroom and waited there for a while. Trish was sure to fall asleep or pass out or something from all the alcohol she consumed. He stopped hearing her in the next room and tentatively opened the door to see Trish obviously naked under the covers. Perfect, he thought, just as they had planned. He went over and grabbed her key card from where she had dropped it on the ground and left the room.
He walked up to his room and let himself inside, wondering if Stephanie was up. A quick look of his watch said it was 1:30 in the morning. She'd probably be asleep. The lights were all turned off she he figured she was really in bed. He turned on one of the lights in the living room so he wouldn't wake her. He looked in the bedroom and didn't see her there. That was weird. She wasn't anywhere else either.
"She must be with Kurt," Chris said to himself.
He walked over to the hotel phone and called the lobby, asking for Kurt Angle's room. They connected him and he waited for Kurt to pick up. The phone kept ringing and ringing until the option of leaving a message came up. He hung up the phone and decided to call Stephanie's cell phone. He picked up his phone and noticed the voice mail icon was on. He figured it must be Stephanie calling him and listened.
His breath was pushed out of his body when he heard Stephanie was in the hospital. He was out of his room and into his car in no time flat. He drove to the hospital Kurt had said they were at and rushed inside. He hadn't said anything about what was wrong with Stephanie and panicked he ran up to the desk asking which room she was in. Once receiving the information he ran up the second floor, not bothering to wait for the elevator. He ran into the room and found Stephanie and Kurt talking.
"Oh my God," he exclaimed, "What happened?"
"Chris, you finally got Kurt's messages," Stephanie said relieved.
Chris rushed over to her side, "What happened Stephy, is it the baby, is the baby ok? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, the baby's better than I am actually," she laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"The baby wasn't hurt, I'm the one with a sprained back, hence me lying on my side," she explained.
"Sprained back?"
"From Trish shoving me against the wall," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Trish did this!?!" Chris said, anger flaring up in his eyes.
"Yeah, but it's ok, I'm fine, nothing a little rest won't fix. And the baby was always fine. Doctor said it was very healthy."
"Ok," Chris said, trying to calm down, then turning to Kurt, "Thanks for watching out for her."
"Not a problem, but I'm going to head out ok, I'm beat," Kurt said yawning, then going over to hug Stephanie gingerly, "Feel better."
"I will, bye Kurt."
"Bye you two."
Chris watched Kurt leave then pulled up a chair to sit next to Stephanie, "So you're really ok?"
"I'm really ok. They're just keeping me here to make sure that I'm not in too much pain since I can't take painkillers."
"I understand. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, but I couldn't hear my phone," he said, kissing her hand.
"It's ok. Did everything work out?"
"Yes, but that doesn't matter right now, you matter right now," he said softly.
"Chris, I'm really ok," she told him.
"I was just so scared that something had happened to you and the baby," he said, looking into her eyes.
"No, nothing at all. Like I said, the baby is healthier than I am at the current moment. It wasn't in any danger."
"But if you or the baby had been in trouble, I would've died."
She leaned over and kissed his temple, "We're fine."
Chris scowled and thought about Trish, "That bitch is so going to pay. She went too far this time."
"I know, but let's try not to worry about it right now."
"Oh, I won't worry about it right now. But when this is all over, Trish is going to get a piece of my mind."