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Enter the Cerebral Assassin

"Wow, so you wanna be my valet, huh?" Jericho asked Steph, looking sideways at her as they walked side by side through the curtains together and entered the backstage area.

"And more," Steph replied. She couldn't stop looking at him. "Don't forget that part."

They stopped walking. "Unlikely that I could," he said. "And if I could, I doubt that I would."

"Interesting word choice," she commented. She twirled her hair around and looked up at him. "Now what do you say we head back to your locker room and get properly acquainted?"

She had no idea how much he wanted to! But he was having his doubts. Her behavior was making him really suspicious, especially after all their years of rivalry and hatred.

"First, I have a question, and I want you to be honest with me," he said. He looked down into her eyes.

"Ask away," she said, meeting his gaze head on.

He wondered how to make sure that when she answered him she would be completely honest with him. Then he thought of the perfect way...

He backed her into the wall, then put his hands on the wall on each side of her, locking her in place and forcing her to look up into his intense eyes.

His proximity to her was almost overwhelming. She could feel the heat radiating from his hot body, and she wanted to touch him more than ever. Instead, she just leaned against the wall waiting for him to ask his question and unable to break the gaze.

"Is this real?" he asked her simply.

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.

"This whole deal with you basically wanting to get closer to me," he said. "Is it real or is it just some kind of twisted, evil plot? Because the Stephanie I used to know loved pulling tricks on me and embarrassing me."

"I could say the same of you," she said with a smirk. "Remember the time you smashed a pie in my face? Or, all the times you made fun of my breasts?"

He looked down at her chest when she said this. The cat suit showed lots of cleavage. He was really loving the way she looked in that cat suit! He looked back at her. "True, but that's beside the point. You haven't answered my question yet."

"I'm being totally honest with you, Chris," she said, trailing a finger softly up and down his chest. "We never had a chance back then because of Hunter. Now that he's out of the picture-"

"Not quite," interrupted a sarcastic voice from behind Jericho.

Jericho turned around to find Triple H standing there with a sarcastic grin on his face, arms folded across his chest.

"What do you want, ass clown?" Jericho asked him.

"What? I can't say hey to my ex-wife?" Triple H asked, grinning. He looked around Jericho and his gaze rested on Stephanie. "Hey, babe, how's it going?"

"Why are you bothering us?" an exasperated Steph spoke up from behind Jericho. She had a look of absolute loathing and disgust on her face when she looked at Triple H. He was still the cocky man that he'd been when she'd been married to him, and the mere sight of him pissed her off.

"So let me get this straight," Triple H said, ignoring their questions. "You two are planning to be a couple of some sort?"

"That's none of your business," Jericho pointed out. "You two are not together so therefore our plans do not concern you."

"Nor do we need your approval for anything," Steph piped up, rolling her eyes. "So just leave us alone."

"Give me one good reason why I should," Triple H said, eyebrows raised. When they didn't answer right away, he stepped closer and looked into Stephanie's eyes. "I'm waiting."

"And you'll keep waiting because you're not worthy of an explanation," Steph said. She slipped her hand into Jericho's hand and pulled at him. "Come on, Chris, let's go to your locker room."

Jericho glared angrily at Triple H before allowing himself to be led away by Stephanie. He walked away in silent fury, loving the way he and Steph were actually holding hands, but pissed at the fact that Triple H was becoming a problem for them already. Why couldn't he just mind his own damn business and get on with his life already? Stephanie had.

"Not worthy of an explanation, huh?" Triple H said in a low voice to himself. He watched Jericho and Steph, his Steph, walk down the hallway together hand in hand and felt himself getting angry. What did Chris Jericho have that he didn't have? He gave a little laugh, as his devious mind started to concoct an evil plan. "Jim Ross didn't start calling me the 'Cerebral Assassin' for nothing," he said as the two disappeared from his view.

WHAT IS THIS ASS CLOWN PLANNING? SORRY, I'LL HAVE TO LEAVE YOU IN SUSPENSE FOR A WHILE...