When Stephanie was finally let out of the hospital, she was quite eager to get back to work, and that's an understatement. She desperately wanted to plunge into her work, but she decided not to ignore the doctors' warning to take it easy. And for Stephanie McMahon to take it easy? Well, that wasn't an easy feat.
Stephanie decided that, for now, she would leave the arena by the show's end, and when there wasn't a show, by 10:00. She agreed, after much debate with her father, not to take any work with her to her hotel room.
Stephanie was lounging on her hotel room bed, wondering what to do with herself. She had never really had any free time before. This was weird. Too weird. She finally rolled over and went to sleep, this time, for once, a dreamless sleep.
Stephanie awoke to the telephone ringing. She groggily picked it up.
"This is your wake-up call. This is your wake-up call. This is your wa--"
Stephanie slammed down the phone. She pulled herself off of her bed and got ready for the day ahead. (A/N: That rhymed! Heh, sorry) When she was ready she called a cab to drive her to the arena.
When she got there, she immediately bolted for her office. There was just too much stuff to be done. She sat at her desk and pulled out a huge stack of forms, and she attacked them like a hungry dog attacks a bone.
"Whoa, Steph, take it easy," said Kurt when he came into her office. "Aren't you supposed to be relaxing?"
"Kurt, for me, this is relaxing."
"Okay. I'm just worried about you. You're working to hard."
"I am not working to hard. Now did you want something?"
"Just came to see how you were doing. Take it easy, okay?"
"OKAY!"
Kurt backed out of the office, but he didn't close the door. Normally Stephanie would yell after him to shut it, but she was already wrapped up in her work again.
Chris was just passing by Stephanie's office to go talk to Christian, but when he noticed Stephanie's door open, and Stephanie completely oblivious to the world around her, well, it was just too good an opportunity to pass up.
He crept into the room and positioned himself right behind her. He thought about tapping her on the shoulder, but then he noticed that she was in one of those rolly-chairs. Too easy. He positioned his hand and yanked the chair right out from under her.
She let out a high-pitched sort of squeak right before she hit the ground. She was back up in a minute.
"CHRIS JERICHO, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME! AND QUIT SNEAKING UP ON ME LIKE THAT! AND HAVEN'T YOU HEARD OF LOCKING DOORS?"
While she was saying this, she was slowly backing him into a corner. Chris was beginning to regret what he had done. Little miss princess could be quite intimidating when she wanted to.
"WELL!!!???!??!!?"
"Umm...sorry?"
"THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!"
"Yeah, just about."
Stephanie didn't even have a reply to this, but she decided to back down. She was getting way too worked up. She backed up slowly, unfortunately forgetting that there was still a chair on the ground. Her heel collided with the chair, and she tripped over it and started falling.
Chris was there in an instant, and he caught her before she fell. They both sort of stood there for a while, until Stephanie regained some sense.
"Thanks," she said, offering Chris a genuine smile for one of the first times in her life.
"Yeah, whatever bitch," he said with a snarl and he quickly exited her office.
When Chris was gone, Stephanie slumped down to the floor, near tears. What had just happened?
Sorry so short, but at least now I know where this think is going. :-D Please review, I like to know what you people are thinking. It will probably be a couple weeks until I update this, because I'm working on a new story, but I always finish all of my stories. Ta-ta people!