Summary: Stephanie hates playing the role of an innocent woman... What happens when her other side takes over on Halloween, and what does Y2J think of this other side?

Chapter 2

"Wow, Stephy, you are so unbelievably bad," Jericho said, leaning against her. She, in turn, was leaning with her back against the wall. He pressed his forehead against hers and smiled.

"You haven't even seen the bad side of me yet," Stephy replied, grinning deviously. "Now get off me. We've got work to do."

"Work? What are you talking about?" he asked, moving a little bit away from her to fix his pants.

"It's Halloween. That pathetic innocent version of me is safely knocked out in the mirror world, and I think it's time for us to have a little fun," she said, fixing her clothes.

"You want more of my body already?" he teased.

"Mmmm, of course. I'll never get enough. Hunter really is a 'junior' compared to you," she said, getting closer to bite his earlobe. "But we'll do that later. I have something else in mind, oh best friend of mine."

"Best friend? When did that happen?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ok, the correct term would be fuck friend, but I'm just too sweet and innocent to say that about someone," she said, batting her eyelashes at him and trying to look innocent. It wasn't working.

He laughed at her. "Ok, buddy, where to first?"

"Let's go find my husband," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Oh, the man whose nose is bigger than his..." His voice trailed off.

"Yeah, that would be him," she told him. "Let's see how he reacts when he sees the new me!"

"I can't wait to see..."

Hunter was waiting outside impatiently. Stephy walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Have you been enjoying yourself out here?" she asked him.

"Where the hell have you been?" Hunter asked, turning around. "The man at the entrance told me you were getting some Vitamin C and... What the hell are you wearing?" His eyes grew wide with surprise as he observed her appearance.

"You don't like it?" she asked, pouting.

"No! What were you thinking when you put that on?" he exclaimed.

"She was thinking that she would look hot, and I must say, she was right," Jericho said, interrupting their conversation. "She looks so fuckin' hot in that."

"Who asked you? This is between me and my wife," Hunter said, clenching his teeth. He glared at Stephy. "My slutty wife, that is. Steph, you look like a slut."

"Slut? I can't believe you just called me that!" Stephy exclaimed, pretending to be hurt. She looked at Jericho and he could see the amusement in her eyes. She was loving this.

"Stephy, Stephy... You don't have to take this kind of emotional and verbal abuse from an assclown like him. Come with me," Jericho drawled, holding his hand out to the "distraught" woman.

"You wouldn't dare go with him," Hunter said in disbelief as he noticed Stephy looking intently at Jericho's hand. He couldn't believe she was actually thinking about going with him!

"Oh, I wouldn't?" Stephy asked. She slipped her hand into Jericho's and intertwined their fingers together, looking over at her husband's face.

"Looks like she would," Jericho said with a triumphant smirk on his face. "But really, what woman wouldn't choose me over you?"

Hunter looked absolutely livid. "Stephanie Marie McMahon, if you walk away with him, we're over," he said in a totally serious voice.

"Promise?" Stephy asked, wearing a smirk that was identical to the one on Jericho's face.

Hunter frowned. "You wouldn't really jeopardize our marriage like this."

"That's what you think. Quite frankly, I'm tired of you being a whiny and complaining bitch," Stephy replied. She smiled as Hunter's eyebrows almost flew off his face. His mouth dropped open in surprise.

"That's a good look for you, Trips. The whole open mouth thing," Jericho said, still smirking. "I mean, you look so much like the ape that you are."

"So true. Come on, Jericho," Stephy said, leading him away. They left Hunter behind fuming. She led him around out of Hunter's view and then they both started laughing. "Did you see the look on his face?" she asked, letting his hand go and clutching her stomach.

"I know! He's a true assclown through and through," Jericho laughed.

"I know," she agreed. "Gah, I can't believe I let him control me for so long."

"Do you think he meant it when he said you two would be over if you left with me?" he asked her, suddenly serious.

"I know he didn't mean it," she assured him. "I mean, he makes empty threats all the time. He wouldn't leave me. He's nothing without me!"

"Honestly, he's not much with you," he said, shrugging.

"What are you trying to say, Jericho?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him and giving him the most evil look that she could muster.

"I'm saying that he's such an assclown that not even an evil, smart, and sexy woman such as yourself can change that. He doesn't know how to handle a woman as powerful and calculating as you," he explained.

"Why, thanks for the compliment, honey," she teased, using a Southern accent. "Who knew that Chris Jericho could say something so meaningful...and soppy."

He looked around quickly, trying to find a way to subtly change the subject. "So..."

"Is that who I think it is over there?" she asked suddenly, looking past Jericho's shoulder.

Jericho turned around to look in the direction that she was looking in. "All I see is Eric Bischoff."

"The same man who got you in that stupid ass 'You're Fired' match," she spat.

"We all know that was just an angle to get me off TV so I could go on tour with my band," he said, shrugging. "No big deal."

"He had you on your knees begging in front of millions of people, Chris," she said in a low voice. "I didn't like that at all."

He stared at her with wide eyes. "What did you just call me?"

"Um... I called you Jericho," she said quickly.

"Nuh uh. You called me Chris," he said. "You called me Chris!"

"Shut! The hell! UP!" she exclaimed, blushing a little.

"Fine, fine," he said gleefully. He went on in a low, sing-song voice, "You called me Chris..."

She grabbed his arm and started walking in Bischoff's direction. "I have an idea. This is what I need you to do..."

A/N: Short, I know. Hopefully, the next chapter will be a little longer...