A/N: Yikes! Long update wait! Very sorry, I did something I wasn't supposed to on this computer, so my guest account was taken out for about a week. I'm such the devil. ;P
Chris ran around all worried the day of RAW. He hadn't seen Stephanie or Paul all day, and it was really getting to him. But he had to stop at Vince's office for the time being.
"Vince, where is she?" Chris asked, he just needed to know where she was.
"Chris, I don't know, but I brought you in here for something else. I got the news that you were going down further on the card, and they were going to strip the Highlight Reel, but none of that will happen." Vince assured. "You will get your spot, and continue to work with Edge."
"Okay, I'm happy with that, but Vince, I beg of you, please let me know when Stephanie comes in, I NEED to know." Chris pleaded.
"Hey Vince, we need to talk."
Both Vince and Chris looked to the door and saw Paul standing there.
"Paul, I'm talking to Chris right now, but, where's Stephanie?" Vince asked.
"That's why I came in, Vince. She can't make it here tonight."
"Why not?" Vince asked as he noticed Chris's body grow tense.
"She fell down some steps, so I'm letting her stay at the hotel. I know you would want me to be there, but I figured you kill me if I didn't show up to do the promo tonight." Paul said, explaining everything with ease.
"Oh my God." Chris mumbled beneath his breath.
"Okay, well." Vince choked up. "Just...Make sure she's okay, and take good care of her."
"I will." Paul said with a grin, leaving the room.
"Vince..." Chris began but was cut off.
"Chris, I'm sorry, but I have to continue this work." Vince said, and Chris just nodded, and left the room in a flash. He looked down the halls, but couldn't find Paul. Randy Orton, though, was sitting down.
"Randy." Chris said as he rushed over to him. "Do you know where Paul went?"
Randy thought for a moment. "Sorry bro, got no clue."
"Well, um...Has he spoken to you lately, perhaps, this week?"
"Come to think of it, yeah." Randy said. "Just today, I was in the locker room and he came in and started going on about something. God, what the hell was it?"
"Think!" Chris yelled, getting impatient.
"Oh shit, it was about Stephanie, how he...Dude, we have to find him."
"Okay, we do, I know that." Chris stressed. "But what did he do?"
Randy looked at Chris, not wanting to tell him at all. "Um, don't kill the messenger, but I think he hit her, then threw her down the stairs so she couldn't come."
Chris's eyes widened quickly. "Why didn't you say something, Orton? Oh, screw it." He growled and ran off down a hall to the Evolution locker room, he practically memorized it from every direction. Randy took off to follow Chris, just in case. Chris found the locker room, barging in to only see Ric Flair sitting down.
"What do you want?" Ric asked with a scowl.
Chris growled lowly. "Where's he at?"
"Who?"
"Paul, you idiot." He said with a scowl.
"Like I have a clue? The last time I saw him was when he was heading to the office."
"Great!" Chris shouted out of frustration, grabbing the nearest thing he could, that being a vase, and chucking it across the room. Ric jumped when he heard the glass break against the wall, as Chris just smiled and walked out.
"Man, Chris, don't do anything, please." Randy begged.
"Randy, not to be pretty harsh, but Paul deserves everything that I am going to do to him. Not one man here will stop me, and you can take that as my word." Chris said and walked away from Randy. Randy did not chase him, but watched him walk away and frowned.
"Randy Orton..."
Randy turned around to his voice being called, and his expression changed quickly.
"What was that?"
"You know what it was Paul, he's doing the right thing, or will be." Randy said.
"Oh well, I guess that time won't be coming today." Paul said with a sadistic smile on his face, and laid out Randy with a right to his cheek.
"Paul, my man." Ric said as he came out of the locker room. He looked down, then up at Paul. "What happened here?"
"The same thing that'll happen to Chris when I see him."
"Oh man, speaking of that guy, he practically trashed up our whole room. Throwing shit everywhere, he even threatened to knock ME out." Ric said, lying about the whole ordeal.
Paul laughed. "He's trying to be a savior, but that is not happening soon."
During RAWChris was done with his part of RAW for the evening, and decided to pay a little visit to the Diva's locker room. Once he reached, he knocked on the door to see Lisa Marie Varon open it with a cheery smile on her face.
"Hey Chris! What's up?"
"Just a bit exhausted." He replied. "Is Trish in there?"
"Yeah, just a second." Lisa said, and yelled for Trish who was in the large locker room. She came running over to see Chris outside the doorway.
"Hey Chris, need anything?"
"Uh, can we talk for a minute?" He asked while biting his lip.
"Yeah, sure." She said while stepping out into the hallway and closing the door. "Shoot."
"Do you know which room Stephanie is staying in tonight?"
Trish looked at him, thinking that he was nuts. "Well, um, not really, I do know that she's somewhere on the second floor."
"Would her staying with Paul bring up any more thought?"
Her eyes widened, and she hit herself on the forehead on the mistake of making Stephanie stay with him. "So, wait, he was with her?"
"Is." Chris mumbled with a shrug. "He made up this bullshit story of Stephanie falling down the stairs when I was in Vince's office. Trust me, I know it's not real because Orton confirmed to me that Paul had hit her."
She gasped, not expecting that. "Chris, we need to get her out of there!" She cried out.
"I know, calm down. Look, I'm thinking of leaving soon to see if I can get Stephanie, because I don't know if she's in his room or not."
"Wait, how would you get into his room if she could be..." She stopped in mid-sentence to not get Chris any more worried.
Chris looked at her, knowing what would have come out. "I got to go." He said, giving her a calming look before going back to the locker room and getting his things. He then headed to the hotel, and immediately went to the front desk.
"Hi, do you know which room Stephanie McMahon is in?"
The teller checked the computer. "Sorry sir, there is no one named Stephanie McMahon that is at the hotel."
Chris sighed, but quickly came up with another person. "Paul Levesque?"
The woman checked the computer again, and came up with a match. "Yes, he is staying here and is in room 219."
"Thank you!" He said relieved, then rushed to the elevator to eagerly head to the second floor.
Meanwhile, Stephanie watched the whole thing from the bar, and seemed to sigh as she looked back to the television that was playing RAW.
Chris went down the line of rooms that led up to 219 then finally stopped at it to take a breath. He knocked forcefully on the door. "Stephanie, it's me, Chris!" After minutes of knocking, he stopped, worried. He thought, then went up to his room that was two floors above, to put his things away, and headed back down to the lobby.
"Where can she be?" He asked himself while checking every inch of the lobby, then headed into the bar and couldn't notice her, mainly because she covered her face in a hat, and was facing the opposite direction of him.
One thing that Chris didn't want to do was go in a citywide search for her, it would be impossible, or barge into the room, even though you couldn't blame him, it just wasn't right. He opted to just sit at the bar, right next to the woman in the hat, and have a drink. He looked up to the television and seemed to laugh to make himself happy.
"Wow, I can't believe we're this popular!" He said with a grin.
"Yeah, it's a weekly thi..." The bartender said but stopped. "Whoa, Chris Jericho here? Awesome! On the house, bro!"
Stephanie froze when hearing the name, and managed to turn to see Chris sitting right next to her. She nearly choked on her drink and quickly looked back to the TV.
"Yep, it's me, of course." He joked around. "Just get me a beer."
"Alright." The bartender grinned, grabbing a glass and filling it up, then handing it to Chris. "So, how was that Battle Royal last week?"
"Fun man! Takes a lot out of you, too." Chris said while taking a drink.
"Yeah, I bet. I swear sometimes I feel like ripping people's heads off when they say that the stuff that you guys do is fake. It's so damn ignorant!"
"Same here, but I just try to block out those comments every time, or if I wouldn't get sued, give them some of the treatment that we go through to entertain." Chris said with a laugh.
"Oh man that would be hilarious to see them after that, they would turn into the biggest fans!" The bartender also laughed. "You know, I have a question, is Stephanie McMahon ever coming back to TV? I thought she was awesome."
Stephanie's interest immediately perked up, and Chris was surprised at the question.
"Well good gosh I hope so! Man, if I was on any part of the writing team or anything like that, I'd have her back in a jiffy."
"So let me guess, Y2J is Stephanie McMahon's biggest fan?"
"Well..." Chris started, then stopped to think about it, making Stephanie nearly hit him to get an answer out. "I guess so! You know how cool it was to work with her back her in 2001--just awesome. She might not be the best worker of all time, but I swear she puts in so much to make everything great."
"Well thank you." Stephanie said very quietly to herself.
"Oh, mam, would you like another drink?" The bartender asked Stephanie, noticing her glass was empty.
She just nodded, as the bartender went away to go get her drink. She looked in Chris's way, who seemed to be downing the beer. She looked away and took of the hat off.
"Here you go, miss." The bartender said, and looked up to actually see her face, and nearly fainted. He placed the drink next to her and walked away to another customer before going nuts, seeing the person he was just talking about.
"Oh man...They didn't mention it would be that bad." Chris said as he watched Triple H beat down William Regal.
Stephanie got up from the bar, and walked behind Chris, speaking into his ear. "Come into the lobby, please." She said, and left quickly.
Chris heard the voice, matching it quickly and jumping up, as he grabbed his wallet and paid for her drinks before rushing out to meet her.
"Steph...What are you...What the?" He seemed to just be confused by everything at the moment.
"Look, Chris, I'm okay. I know you probably heard, but I am fine. But can you ask Trish if I can stay with her for tonight?"
"Yeah!" He said, digging into his pockets to get his cell phone. "Or do you want to?"
"Go ahead." She said, as she looked away when he was dialing, to see the bartender smiling. She waved and laughed when he waved back.
"Done!" Chris said moments later. "She said she'll be here in about ten minutes." He was just happy to see her.