Chris was not having a good day. No, he hadn't gotten in trouble for not showing up; this was worse. Christian's idea of covering for him was to make the argument that because Chris wasn't competing that night, he would participate in a handicap match. It was going to be Chris Jericho versus The Dudley Boys. Now, that was bad in itself, but that wasn't all. In order to make it interesting, there had been a...special stipulation. It was a table match. A table match! Against the freakin' Dudley boys! Chris decided that he would never ask Christian to help him get out of something ever again.

He couldn't believe that he was going to go through all that just because he went to visit Stephanie. And for what? To be insulted! She yelled at him and told him to get the hell out!

However, he decided to keep his promise to little miss princess and go visit her later that evening. He was going to give her a piece of his mind! Well, maybe.

~*~

That day, Stephanie woke up and prayed that Chris was joking when he said he'd come by. Her father was coming as well, and the last thing she needed was a confrontation in her room in the hospital.

Fortunately, when Vince came by to check up on his daughter, Chris was nowhere to be found. After he left, Stephanie decided that she could relax, as the danger had passed. She slowly fell asleep, forgetting all her worries.

She was sitting in an open field of grass, daises decorating the landscape. She was so incredibly happy, happier than she'd ever been, but at the same time, it seemed like she had always been this happy.

She looked down and examined her outfit. It was an innocent white sundress, complimenting the landscape.

All of a sudden, she felt a pair of strong arms around her waist. She turned and faced her lover, Chris. He walked around her and sat down beside her. He whispered sweet things into her ear, and gently kissed her neck.

Then, in an instant, he was gone. She was in blackness, shadow. Fires erupted around her feet, and she began to panic. Chris then reappeared, but he was far away. The fires began to spread as the shadows began encompassing her.

Chris didn't say anything, just looked at her sadly. He was her way out. She had to trust him. She started toward him, but she couldn't bring herself to go to him. She was too scared, too hesitant. She didn't trust him, and she had to trust him. As soon as the darkness recognized her hesitation, Chris was encompassed by black flames and he disappeared.

Stephanie cried out, pain flowing through her body. He was gone, he couldn't be gone. She started screaming blindly, hoping someone would help her.

She awoke to a cold liquid spattering all over her face. She gasped and sat up, furiously wiping her face with her sleeve.

"What the...Jericho!? What the hell was that for?!"

"Well I had to wake you up somehow. I thought you were dead! Well, actually, no, I didn't think you were dead. You were tossing and turning. You looked like you were having a nightmare or something."

"Well, I was, so what? Look at me! I'm all wet!"

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that."

"Well you should be!"

" I am! Chill out, will you?"

"I will not chill out! What are you doing here?"

"Hey, this time I warned you. My showing up shouldn't come as a surprise, princess. I just came to check up on my favorite two-dollar ho."

"You know, you are so lucky you didn't run into my daddy when he was here."

"Well I guess I am."

"Are you leaving yet?"

"Nope. I got into some serious shit for coming to see you yesterday, and all you did was yell at me. I'm going to stay here and torture you until I decide that it was worth coming to visit."

"I thought you said that Christian covered you."

"Yeah, he did, if you count putting me in a table match against the Dudleys covering for me."

"A tag team match?"

"I wish. It's a handicap match."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, and all to visit you, too."

"Serves you right."

"I guess."

Chris didn't say anything else and just sat down on one of the chairs in the room. Stephanie eyed him suspiciously, but didn't say anything, hoping that if she ignored him he would go away.

Stephanie continued her strategy until she was about to go insane. "Are you just going to sit there all day?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Just because."

"Someone might see you here."

"I don't care," Chris said almost a bit too hastily.

Stephanie smirked. "Yes you do."

Chris could think of no reply to this, so he simply continued sitting.

"Don't you have to be somewhere?"

"In an hour."

"Ugh, you're going to annoy me for a whole hour?"

"Well, I wouldn't call it annoying you, but if you put it that way..."

"I do put it that way."

"Then yes, I will be annoying you for an hour. But I'm not sure how sitting here, enjoying your company qualifies as annoying you."

"It just does."

"Sorry, princess. You know, I actually had to get back to the arena early to get changed..."

"Good!"

"But since you've annoyed me so much I think I'll just change here."

"Well at least you won't be in the room," Stephanie said pointedly.

When she got no response from Chris, she grew slightly worried. He wouldn't change in the room, would he? She glanced at him as he pulled stuff out of his bag. Oh Lord, he would.

She groaned and slammed her head against her pillow. She just wouldn't look... But at the same time, she really, really wanted to. She sated her mind by telling herself that all she wanted to do was see if he really looked like what he looked like in her dream, but deep down, she knew that wasn't true.

"Okay, just one look," she told herself.

She quickly opened her eyes, but Chris was nowhere to be found.

"He must have left," she said with a sigh of relief.

"BOO!"

Stephanie let out an ear-piercing shriek. "Christ, Jericho, I'm having my heart monitored, you know, you're gonna make the doctors worried."

"Sorry, it was just too easy: I knew you would close your eyes."

"So you're not changing?"

"Oh yes I am"

"Great," she said sarcastically.

"Why Stephanie, I almost feel insulted."

"Good."

"Whatever."

Chris then proceeded to actually change into his ring attire, as he had to be back at the arena in around fifteen minutes. Stephanie kept her eyes open, but she cast them places other than his smooth, muscular, incredibly sexy body. Argh! Curse those stupid dreams, especially that first one. With his arms wrapped around her and his body pressed up against hers... God, he had a nice body.

All of sudden a nurse burst into the room as Jericho had stepped into his pants.

"Are you alright?" she asked Stephanie. "Your heartbeat shot up very suddenly."

"Umm, ummm..."

"Shall I call a doctor?"

"No, um, I don't know what happened, but I'm fine now. I'm sorry I worried you."

"Well, if you're sure..."

"Yes, I'm sure. Thank-you."

"Okay," the nurse replied. "Oh, and you," she said, looking at Chris. "You might want to put your shirt on. We have a dress-code here for visitors."

"Right, I was just going to do that," he replied.

She nodded at him and exited the room. Stephanie was blushing furiously. Why did she have to think about that dumb dream? Especially when he was changing clothes. He wouldn't think...

"Yes, yes he would," she decided, glancing at the arrogant smirk plastered across his face.

"I'll see ya 'round, Steph," he said with a knowing smile.

Oh God...