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Author's Note: OMG, you guys are freaking out! Demon Spawn, don't leave! I'll die without your reviews! Don't worry, things will get better. Oh yeah, and thanks, "Y2J Chris Jericho", for pointing out that Fozzy doesn't sing that song.

I'll Be There

Stephanie dressed as quickly as she could while Edge, Shawn, and Lita worked to free Jericho. She had never felt more degraded than she did now, but she would have to deal with it later. Right now, she had more important things to worry about, like Jericho not even being able to stand up on his own two feet.

"I never wanted to do this to you, man," Shawn said to Jericho. "But Hunter had us backed into the wall."

"He is a master of manipulation," Stephanie conceded, at Jericho's side in an instant. "But it was fuckin' three of you guys and just one him. Why couldn't you guys just say no?"

"Like Shawn said, he had us backed into the wall," Edge said.

On the floor, Jericho spit out yet another mouthful of blood.

"Chris, honey, I'm going to get you to a hospital," Stephanie promised, stroking his hair softly and trying not to cry. "I promise."

"Are you any good at keeping promises?" he asked weakly.

"I always keep my word," she replied, and the tears spilled over and onto his face.

"Quit crying, Princess, I'm fine," Jericho said with a smile...and then he passed out...

ONE WEEK LATER

"Feelin' ok?" Stephanie asked.

"I'm great. I'm a whole new man," Jericho replied.

They were backstage at Raw is War in their joint locker room.

"Don't go out and do the Highlight Reel tonight," Stephanie pleaded. "The doctors haven't cleared you to wrestle yet."

"I'm not wrestling. Shawn, Edge, and Lita are going to help me expose Triple H on national TV," Jericho reminded her.

"I want him arrested," she said, cringing at the thought of him.

"I want him dead for what he did, but I'll settle for arrested," he said with a shrug. He looked at her. "By the way, I don't want you out there tonight."

"What? Why?" she asked, surprised.

"It could be potentially harmful. Wrestling is dangerous, and you could very well be pregnant, remember?" he asked.

"No way in hell I could forget," she said. "I think about it all the time."

"Did you get the test?"

"Right here."

"Take it, baby," he said. "And don't be scared. Whatever the outcome is, it'll be ok."

"Thank you," she whispered, leaning forward to lightly kiss him. He still had that busted lip and a slight concussion, but other than that he was fine.

"You're welcome," he whispered back. "Now I gotta get out there. It won't look so great if the guests have to introduce the host."

She watched him leave and then she headed into the bathroom to take her pregnancy test...

A short time later, Jericho was back, and he was bubbly with excitement.

"Did you see? Did you see?" he asked excitedly.

"No, I didn't see. What happened?" she asked.

"That bastard Triple H is about to do some hard time. He just got arrested!" he said gleefully. "But not before we got some revenge by kicking his ass. He was a mess!"

"That's awesome!" she said happily.

"Now," he said, getting serious. "Have you seen the results of your pregnancy test?"

"No," she said truthfully. "I thought we could look at it together."

"Good idea. Where's the test?"

"I left it on the bathroom sink."

They headed into the bathroom. Since she was too nervous to read the results, he took the grand honor.

"Congratulations, Stephanie. You're going to be...a...mother," he informed her.

Her eyes filled with tears. He opened his arms to her and she fell into them, crying against his chest.

"Hey, it's gonna be ok," he said in a soothing voice. "You don't have anything to worry about."

"How do you know?" she asked him as she leaned against him.

"Because I'm not going anywhere, even if this baby turns out to be Triple H's. I'm gonna be there for your child," he promised. "And I'll be there for you."