TakerTakeMe presents... Locked Up!

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Summary: Stephanie and Jericho obviously want each other, but neither one will admit it. The Undertaker, a romantic at heart, decides to play match-maker. Will Steph and Jericho finally realize their true feelings?

YOU CAN'T TELL

The Undertaker and Kane stood outside the door in that dark corridor downstairs, wondering what was going on in the room. Taker knew from past experience that Stephanie was afraid of the dark, and he was hoping that maybe she allowed Jericho to comfort her with the lights out. Just a flip of the main switch and all power to the room had been cut off.

"Think they're ok in there?" Kane asked.

"I think they're fine," Taker replied.

"Think your plan is working?"

"If it's not, it will soon. Let's go back to the breaker box and figure out which switch controls the AC in there. It's about to get really cold in there..."

"You're a devil," Kane said as they walked down the hall to the breaker box at the end.

"I know," Taker said evenly. He used his flashlight, searching until he found the switch to turn the AC on in just that particular room.

"I think that's it," Kane said, pointing.

"You're a genius," Taker said. He was just about to flip the switch back on, then thought about something. "You know what? I think it would be easier if we left it off."

"Why? They'll be extremely hot. They won't have any air..."

"...So they'll have to take their clothes off," Taker finished. "I mean, there's only so much heat a person can stand."

"You're a genius," Kane laughed as Taker closed the breaker box and headed upstairs. "An evil genius."

Taker smiled. "Well, I do try."

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"Is it me, or is it getting hot in here?" Jericho asked.

"It's getting hot," Stephanie confirmed. "With the lights out and everything I think the AC probably went out, too."

"Damn, if Taker wanted us to sweat, I could've come up with a better way!" he exclaimed. He stood up and quickly took his shirt off. "Ah, that's a little better." He looked at her. "Your turn."

"Bull shit," she said immediately. "I only have on a bra underneath this top."

"And I only had a bare chest underneath mine," he pointed out. "What's the big deal?"

"I don't have to take off my top," she said. "I'm not hot, anyway."

"I beg to differ, Princess. You're hot, and you always have been," he said. He hoped that she knew he wasn't joking.

"Why joke with me?" she asked. "I'm not hot and you know it."

"Are you serious?" he asked her incredulously. "You think you're not hot?"

"Of course not, or I wouldn't be stuck with Triple H," she said sadly.

"Stuck? What's that all about?" he asked curiously.

"He's the only guy I could get. Therefore, I'm not hot."

"Damn, who lied to you?" he asked, touching her face. "You're the hottest woman here."

"Then why do you make fun of me so much?" she asked.

"Well, because I get nervous around women that I like, and when I get nervous..."

"You start making jokes. Of course," she said. She peered over at him shyly. "I've always had a little crush on you, ever since we met."

"Are you serious?" he asked, smiling.

"Of course I am," she said. "But I never would've told you if we weren't here. And you can't tell anyone when we leave."

"What?" His mouth dropped. "I can't tell anyone that we like each other?"

"No," she said. She pushed him down flat on the bed and climbed on top of him. "And you can't tell anyone what I'm about to do next..."

He gave a small laugh as she leaned down to kiss him. "Your wish is my command!"