Stephanie looked through the matches set for tonight with Eric, discussing what to do about certain matches and if they should add some special stipulations to make the matches more interesting or possibly cancel a match and replace it with a better one.
Stephanie sighed then stood up, handing the clip board over to Eric. "I'm going to get something from subway, want anything?" She asked.
He looked up at her and let his eyes wander where they shouldn't. "I'll take that as a no." She grabbed her black leather purse and placed it over her shoulder, grabbing her jacket on her way toward the door. "I'll have whatever you're having." He smiled. "Alright, I'll be back soon." She said, putting her hand on the door.
Before she could open it, Chris Jericho came bursting into the room, knocking Stephanie off her feet. Everything from her purse spilling out onto the ground. Chris walked over toward Eric's direction who was already standing seeming very aggravated Chris barged in so unexpectedly. "Why don't you try knocking next time instead of barging in?!" He then walked over to Stephanie and helped pick up everything that fell out of her purse and put it back in. "It's okay Eric, really. I can get this.." She said reassuringly.
Chris just stood there. "Second time tonight you weren't watching where you were going Princess." He scoffed.
Stephanie looked up and glared. "Shut up Jericho, you shouldn't have barged in to our office like that."
Chris looked over at the two GM's and wondered why Eric gave a damn about Stephanie and helping her out. His eyebrow raised suspiciously. "I thought you two hated each other?" He said.
Eric looked up at him and sneered. "Get out of my -" Stephanie shot him a look. "Out of our office." He said firmly.
Stephanie continued picking up her make up, and receipts, trying to shove them as fast as possible in her purse before heading out the door, shoving passed Chris Jericho. "Crazy bitch." He said as she walked by. "Asshole!" She screeched.
"What do you want Chris?" He asked angrily.
"I want to face HHH for the title, tonight! I'm tired of not being the champ when I deserve to be!" Chris's eyes pierced Eric's for a brief moment, as if he was almost trying to figure him out.
Eric nodded for a moment, realizing where Chris was coming from. "I'll tell you what Chris. If you can beat Chris Benoit, Edge, and Kane 2 weeks from now in a fatal 4 way match for the number one contendership, then sure you can face him. But if you win and end up facing HHH again and losing.." Eric half laughed. "You'll just be shit out of luck won't you?"
Chris let out a deep sigh. "Anything to get some gold around this sexy waist." He made the belt motion around his waistline. "Now get out of my office." Eric glared.
Chris turned around quickly and let himself out, heading back to his locker room to get ready for his match. It was then Eric looked down and realized Stephanie accidently forgot a few receipts on the ground, he walked over and picked them up, placing them on the table. His curiosity suddenly got the best of him, he quickly rummaged through his pockets until he found his glasses. Slowly he placed them on and picked up all three receipts and laid back on his couch. The first one was from Victoria's Secret, the second from Bebe's, and finally the last one was from a grocery outlet store. Before he could put it down a solitary item she bought caught his attention. He then looked at the date and realized it was the same exact week she was staying with him.
Eric felt a wave of guilt hit him realizing he was going through her personal belongings, but he was also furious she had kept buying a pregnancy test a secret from him. He had every right to know since he was a huge factor in the reason why she was getting it in the first place. Eric took off his glasses and put down the receipt. He ran his fingers through his thick dark hair for a moment and tried to think about what he should say or do when Stephanie comes back.
About 20 minutes later Stephanie walked into the office with a sack of two subway sandwiches in there, she smiled and placed her purse down on the closest couch to the door. "I'm back." She smiled sweetly before placing the sandwiches on the coffee table in front of Eric. Stephanie looked at the expression on Eric's face and knew something was wrong, he had the look of either confusion or disappointment. "Stephanie, I know it's none of my business, but.." He held up the receipt and handed it to her. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"
Stephanie felt like her heart had just stopped. "Eric... I don't.." She began.
"Don't lie to me Stephanie, this is extremely important." He said before standing up, surprisingly he was very calm.
"Are you pregnant?" He asked.
Stephanie looked at the receipt in her hands and then swallowed hard. "Eric, I didn't want for you to find out about..."
"Oh my god." He said before he began to pace in front of her.
"Eric, stop." She put her hand on his chest, moving closer to him. "Look, I'm not pregnant okay? So you have nothing to worry about." She touched his face gently.
Eric put his hand over hers. "Are you sure? You're not just saying that to make me feel better, right?"
"Right. I'm sure of it. I took the test while I was at the store so you wouldn't find out. I didn't want you to know because I just... I don't know, I wanted to be sure.." Stephanie sat down on the couch, pulling Eric down with her gently.
He let out a sigh of relief. "Well, looks like everything is fine then." Eric looked around the room then down at the sandwiches on the table. "What did you get?"
Stephanie still didn't sound too pleased from Eric's earlier reaction. "Chicken club." She said before laying back against the couch.
"Is something wrong?" He asked curiously, putting his arm around Stephanie gently.
"Nothing's wrong." She insisted.
Eric kissed her on the cheek gently for a moment. Stephanie turned and smiled, "That's not fair." She smirked. "What's not fair?" He grinned. "Every time I'm upset about something you can't just kiss me and make it all better." She raised an eyebrow up in a 'as a matter of fact' way.
"See! You just said you were upset about something!" He pointed out.
Stephanie rolled her eyes. Eric kissed her lips sweetly, wrapping his arms completely around her. Stephanie moaned through the kiss and started to lay down on the couch, bringing him down with her. Eric continued to kiss her passionately, letting his hand roam up her shirt and grope her breasts gently. His lips began to travel down to her neck teasingly, planting kisses down to her collar bone. "Ooh Eric." Stephanie moaned softly.
Suddenly they both heard the door open slowly, the both of them quickly sat up and adjusted their clothes, and Stephanie played with her hair until it looked decent. They both quickly stood up and flashed a nervous smile at the figure standing before them.
"Hi Shane." Stephanie gulped.
"Shane." Eric glared.
"Eric, Stephanie." Shane said calmly.
"I'm going to get right to the point instead of making small talk." He began. "I've been watching RAW the past month and I have to say that I am very disappointed." Shane began to pace around his sister and Eric. "After watching the two of you make lame matches and bicker with the superstars, I came up with an idea." He stopped in front of them, only inches away. "We will have a match tonight. The winner gets complete ownership of RAW."
Stephanie and Eric exchanged worried glances. "What's wrong? You two seem to think you can't handle a fatal three way? If I remember correctly Stephanie, you were in a three way with Triple H and Chris Jericho for the World Championship that also put your job on the line. The only difference with this match is that just your job will be on the line. Unless you aren't up for it." Shane began to talk in a softer tone, as if she was sensitive to the subject.
"Shane, you can't tell us what to do. This isn't your decision. Eric and I have to decide on it and -"
"We'll do it." Eric interrupted.
"What?" The both of them said at the same time.
"Well, guess I might be wrong about you Eric. You do have balls. I'll see the both of you tonight in the ring. Good luck." Shane smirked then headed out the door, shutting it quickly behind him.
Stephanie turned to Eric and hit him hard on the chest a few times with her closed fists. Eric grabbed her by the wrists and stopped her from hitting him any harder. "Why the hell did you do that?" Stephanie screamed.
"Because I had to. I don't want your brother thinking he can come in and throw his weight around whenever he wants, so after we defeat him tonight he won't want to show his mug around here again." Eric let her go slowly. Stephanie let her arms rest at her sides. "There will only be one General Manager by the end of the night Eric. Not two." She swallowed hard. "I'm not going to fight you."
"I'm not fighting you either Stephanie. But what if we team up on him and -" he began.
"People would get suspicious. It wouldn't work." She stopped him.
"Stephanie, its time you stopped giving a damn what people thought and just started thinking about what you want. I don't care what the fans think of me, I don't care if they call me an asshole. Everyone knows you're not a slut, you're a McMahon, and damnit you're the toughest woman I've ever met." Eric touched her cheek gently. "Don't let anyone tell you any differently."
Stephanie half-smiled. "What are we going to do about the match?"
"We'll double team him, then I'll pin him." Eric insisted.
"What?!" She said.
"Well, then I can hire you as my personal assistant." Eric smirked.
Stephanie escaped his grasp. "Eric, I love being the Co-General manager. I don't want to lose that match."
"Stephanie... please don't make this harder then it already is." Eric started to get a headache from everything, he sighed then walked over to the couch to sit down.
"Eric, we have to agree on this. Since you didn't ask me if it was okay for the match to happen I think I have a say in what goes on for the match." She remained standing, trying to think of what to do.
"I have a plan." He said calmly. "Let's get ready for our match, and I'll tell you how this is going to go down." He insisted.
"Alright, I'll get my stuff." Stephanie looked at him suspiciously before grabbing her duffel bag and taking out a RAW T-shirt and her black stretch pants.
"I hope your plan is a good one Eric. It's going to take a lot to outsmart Shane."
Author's Notes: I'm not sure if I'll do a lot more chapters after this. This one alone took me a week to write. Is everyone still out there? Reviews are really nice and help encourage me to write more. (Sad Grin)