Title: No Place Like Home: Canadian Style
Author: AngryCupcake
Pairing: Stephanie/Jericho
Rated: PG13
Disclaimer: Only Vince McMahon has the grapefruits to own the WWE
not I. Joss Whedon owns BTVS not I. This is purely a non-profit
venture.
Summary: Hmmm…What if Jericho lost that coin toss? Kudos to Stacy DC
and Lucy for asking the question.
A/N1: Steph and Jericho had trouble deciding which family to visit
for Christmas. The coin toss settled it.
A/N2: No Spoilers for WWE. Anything related to BTVS is strictly AU and used sparingly I borrowed Buffy's Anya but she's totally AU, so the only thing Buffy about Anya is her looks and personality. So to me it doesn't qualify as a crossover in the realest sense. Each succeeding chapter is self contained.
"…Sweetie we do not discuss size at the dinner table." Catherine
Jericho lightly admonished her daughter.
"Mom I'm just saying that I don't understand how Stephanie could
dump a man like Triple H, for Chris, unless he had an extremely tiny
package." Anya stated in her typically blunt fashion.
Stephanie McMahon, taking no offense, let out quite the un-lady like
snort in response; really Chris's little sister was a hoot. Chris on
the other hand, winced as if the statement physically pained him.
He'd long ago accepted that Anya was born without tact, but it
certainly didn't make the Jericho family Christmas any less
embarrassing.
"Oh hush now Fire Cracker. Christopher is a very good catch."
Grandma Jericho's eyes twinkled and her cheeks glowed that special
holiday glow.
"But Grammy…" Anya protested.
"Yes I am. Thank you Grammy." Chris smugly interjected.
"Our Christopher is very talented you know," the old woman said
patting Steph hand just a bit. "And focused too. When he was about
ten years old." Grandma Jericho paused to take another deep swallow
of her eggnog. All of the sudden her reddened cheeks and sparkly
eyes seem to make a bit more sense.
"Grammy please we don't need to…" Chris pled in a desperate attempt
to halt the inevitable.
"Go on Grammy Jericho I love hearing all about Chris." Stephanie
encouraged. The Canadian wrestler cast a withering glare at his
extremely amused girlfriend. Her innocent act was not fooling him.
"See Christopher your lovely Stephanie wants to hear this story,"
She slurred overruling her grandson's emphatic objections. "You see
Stephanie dear when Chris was young he loved wrestling and idolized
that Heart Breaker Man. One day he decided it would be a brilliant
idea to get out the scissors and create his own mullet…"
Chris groaned as the tale progressed. It was now official; his image
as the Vinyl Wearing Rock and Roll God was now shot to hell. The
women at the table were having a hardy laugh at his expense. The
blonde wrestler looked to his male relatives for help but their
expressions clearly told him that he was on his own. Cowards. He
didn't need them anyway. He was the Living Legend he could get
through this on his own with more than a little shred of dignity.
"Hey Steph which of Chris's insults did you prefer being called the
most road kill or trash bag ho?" Anya asked.
Oh well, who needed dignity anyways?