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.
A/N: 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.

"Why are we out here again?"

"It's safer."

"Oh yeah."

A cool April evening found Chris Jericho and Stephanie McMahon on the verandah seeking relief from the terror they momentarily escaped.

"Steph?"

"Yeah?"

"As tempting as it is we can't stay out here forever."

"You are right, we can't. Let's runaway instead." The brunette took hold of Jericho's hand and made to pull him away with her. Jericho held firm and with a slight tug of his hand Stephanie found herself twirled right back into the arms of her lover.

"Can't." he replied. "We're adults we should handle this in a responsible manner."

"Being an adult sucks." Stephanie groused.

"That it does, princess, that it does." The blond smiled and bowed in deference to his lady love. "Would if we could cast off the shackles that bind us to this mortal coil, my fair Juliet. Though the fates are against us I would brave a thrice damned tempest just to steal a kiss from thine ruby lips."

Not to be outdone Stephanie curtseyed deeply and demurely lowered her gaze. "My Lord thy words fall from thine honeyed tongue like dewdrops from heaven. Mine heart sways with the cadence of thy voice and held enthralled. I would follow thee to the ends of the earth, my Romeo."

Stephanie and Jericho lapsed into silence as they stood there essentially peering into each other's souls. It was as if the world and its corresponding baggage faded away and all that's was left was the two of them. Jericho and Stephanie, Adam and Eve.

Jericho brushed an errant strand away from her face and tucked it behind her ear moving in closer all the while. The brunette couldn't help but shiver in anticipation. The man excited her beyond belief. Jericho, for his part, tried to maintain his cool but quickly discovered he was on the losing end of the battle with a young woman who had him undone with a simple flutter of her eyelashes.

"Damn we're romantic… and verbose too." He whispered into her ear.

Stephanie laughed and lightly smacked him on the arm. "Shut up and kiss me you idiot."

"Yes ma'am." Jericho saluted. "I love a take charge kind of woman." He said just before he kissed her soundly.

"So… we're still out here."

"Yes we are."

"Stephanie don't you think it's time to suck it up and face the music?"

"I still think we should run away Chris, run far far away."

"We are not running away."

"Romeo and Juliet would've run away." Stephanie grumbled.

"Romeo and Juliet killed themselves," The Canadian countered. "Stupid teenagers."

"Yeah yeah yeah."

"You don't really want to run do you?" He asked.

"No, no I don't." Stephanie admitted. "I just wish we didn't have to do this part. It's bad enough to have to deal with our families individually but together? Chris just put me out of my misery."

The living legend gathered his girl into his arms. "I know this is difficult but we'll get through this together like we always have and always will."

"I love you Christopher Anthony Jericho."

"I love you too Stephanie Marie McMahon."

A comfortable quiet enveloped them once more until Jericho broke it with an observation.

"My dad thinks your dad is an overly anal arrogant elitist asshole, his words not mine."

"Hmm not surprising given how they met," Stephanie mused. "Though I think it only fair to mention that my dad thinks your dad is a low class small minded good for nothing ingrate, his words not mine."

Jericho rubbed his chin and gave Stephanie a side long look.

"Really?" He asked.

Stephanie nodded.

"Huh. So I take it their getting along won't happen any time soon."

"Nope. On the upside our moms are getting along fabulously. They bonded over their mutual Sable Hate." The youngest McMahon replied.

"My mom's barely been here for two days how the hell did she accumulate Sable Hate?"

"Sable flirted with your dad right in front of Catherine."

"Yup that would push my mom right over." The blond realized. "Vince wasn't bugged about this?"

"Nah he accepts it as Sable-like behavior."

"Of course." Jericho muttered incredulously.

"If anything Catherine thinks the best revenge on an ex is living well. So your mom is giving my mom tips on how to improve her love and sex life." Stephanie grimaced.

"Oh God Steph that's just way too much information!"

"Hey don't get upset at me Mister. If I had to grin and bear it, the least you can do is suffer after the fact."

The couple shuddered at the disturbing mental images their minds produced.

"You know though you'd never realize it at first, because my mom is way more subtle, that's exactly where Anya gets her mouth from, my mom." The Candian said.

"Believe me I totally get that now. Oh and since I like your sister please tell her to refrain from all the attention she's showering on Shane. Dawn Marie's been getting some serious training in and is getting a bit territorial."

"Will do, though what Dawn Marie sees in Simba I'll never know." He winced when Stephanie jabbed him sharply in the side with her elbow.

"Hey, my brother is a catch damnit. Any girl would be lucky to have him."

"Yeah right."

"Damn straight. Our moms think so. They're colluding and mother henning as we speak on hooking up Anya and Shane."

"What? Say it ain't so." Jericho was appalled.

"There's also Dawn Marie Hate, dear." She patted him on the knee. "But don't worry. Contrary to what our moms believe, I think any real hopes of a match between Shane and Anya were firmly dashed when Anya called Shane's business maneuverings moronic and juvenile."

"That my baby sister." The living legend proudly grinned.

"Needless to say Shane doesn't like Anya very much. Though I'll admit Dawn Marie's handling the motherly interference like a lady. Color me surprised."

"I'm going to hate myself for asking but why is our normally hot headed Dawn Marie all serene about this?"

"Well she's sort of distracted right now."

"How the hell would she be distracted now of all times?"

"She's having fun torturing Sable."

"Sable's cool as a cucumber, how'd Dawn manage to crack that exterior?" He asked.

"With you're grandmother, it's very weird, for some reason they've joined forces."

Jericho shook his head in exasperation. "I don't even want to know right now. It's bad enough my Gramps continues to wander the mansion complaining about the material excesses of the young and how back in his day everyone knew the value of a dollar."

"I'll never forget the twenty minute lecture he gave my dad," the billion dollar princess giggled. "Funny thing is I don't think dad minded at all. Again very weird. Maybe your gramps reminds my dad of his dad."

"And what the instant hatred between our fathers is partly spawned from some warped sense of sibling rivalry?"

The young woman shrugged. "I don't know. Possibly. Or maybe it's just a case of the Clash of the Alpha Males. Who knows with those two? Anyways I'm tired of discussing the million and three freakishly odd encounters between our family members. "

"You mean there is more?" The wrestler asked truly astounded.

"Baby we've barely begun to scratch the surface and this just the immediate family wait till the extended clans roll through, oh and the wrestling drama."

"Good Lord the drama." Jericho moaned.

"Chris I love you, are you sure you want to go through with this?" Stephanie asked with concern marring her features.

He kissed her forehead. "Princess I knew exactly what we'd be getting into when I slipped that ring on your finger and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Neither would I. I could never marry the man I love without my friends and family around to celebrate our union. Although the thought of joining our families, especially now that they've met each other, is kinda frightening."

"There's no arguing that," Jericho laughed. "But now it's time to stick to our guns, march into that ridiculously large house---"

Stephanie rolled her eyes.

"--- tell them that we are getting married and threaten a plague on both their houses, just for the hell of it."

"Okay!" Steph was amped. "You first."

She was also not stupid.

Neither was Jericho.

"Baby you should go first. I wouldn't be a gentleman otherwise."

"Since when have you been a gentleman." Stephanie snorted.

"About five minutes longer than you've been a lady." He retorted.

Yup this was going to take a while.