DISCLAIMER: Oh my gosh, I am soo soo incredibly sorry! I've been having problems on my computer so I've been unable to save my writing for upload, but trust me I have NOT forgotten this story, OH I'm SO sorry! No excuses, I've written quite a bit today and I'll be all weekend, but I REALLY wanted to finish this before Xmas, I might be uploading the last chapters on the day or so after, and for that I appologize... but I didn't forget this story, I have quite a bit written out and I will upload another chapter tomorrow (god forbid) so be on the lookout! And as always, reviws are my Xmas presents... Enjoy!

Chris Jericho lay pouting in bed, his arms folded and a scowl on his face. He growled to himself… why her, how could HE….?

"Hey there Chris." Stephanie McMahon smiled at the jaw dropping blonde Canadian at the party. "My you look happy to see me."

"Uh…!" Chris gasped and closed his mouth. "What are YOU doing here?"

"Hmm." Steph smirked slyly as she looked him up and down. "I just happened to move to the neighborhood. Slim chance running into you eh?"

"Come on Stephanie, let's get you some punch." Lance took her to the snack table.

"Thank you." She smiled and followed the party host, leaving Chris again shocked and in disbelief.

"That Lance." Chris growled in bed, remember the party. "Why did she have to come, why did he have to invite HER? He knows I can't stand her. Humph, some Christmas this is going to turn out to be, not so very… not very happy holidays at all." He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

"Merry Christmas shoppers!" The voice on the alarm clock radio went off at eight the next morning. Chris groaned and rolled over. "This morning starts the busiest mailing and shopping week of the year!" Chris slapped the button on the top and buried his face into his pillow.

He smirked and chuckled a bit as he looked up, "Well at least all of my shopping and mailing is done." He sat up and went to the bathroom. He yawned as he brushed his hair in front of the mirror and smiled. "Oh, again you sexy beast. There's never a day your hotness ceases to amaze me." Satisfied with his look he went into the living room where he saw his Doberman, Blaze. "Hey boy, time for your walk." Blaze looked up and ran to the door. Chris laughed, "Wait, you forgot your leash!" Chris took Blaze for a walk.

"Hey Chris, good morning!" One of the neighbors waved as he jogged down the road.

"Hi there!"

"Chris, nice to see you, hope you're well." One of the others in the area smiled as they picked up their newspaper by the mailbox.

"But of course." Chris winked as he and Blaze headed to the park. "Good boy." Chris sat down on the bench to rest and opened his bag of treats. "You sure get spoiled for breakfast." Chris smirked as he watched his dog eat. He was like his best friend, he'd had him for years, since he was a pup.

"Hey you, get back here!" A girls voice called as a Dalmatian puppy and his Frisbee found their way over to Chris's ankle.

"Hey there, running off from your owner are you." Chris smiled down as he picked the disk up. He looked up to return it to the owner, "I'm sorry, I guess I… HUH?" Chris's jaw dropped at who he saw. "You again!"

"Chris please." Stephanie lowered her brow. "Why must we always meet like this? If you're going to greet me, I'd appreciate not getting a birds eye view of your dental work."

"UT!" Chris shut his mouth and stood up, trying not to growl. "So why did you move here anyway?"

"Huh, like it's your problem. I happen to like nice warm weather, growing up in the north east is cold, you know." Stephanie folded her arms angrily.

"I just don't understand why you couldn't move to Atlanta or something." Chris muttered.

"I happen to prefer Jericho over Benoit." Stephanie winked.

"Ugh." Chris growled. "Look, you've caught me at a bad time."

"Yeah, well I'm going home too." Stephanie frowned and picked up her dog. "Come Dot, let's go."

"Yeah, later Spot."

"It's DOT!"

"Whatever." Chris got Blaze's leash and headed home. "Wow, that morning sucked, I hope this day isn't going to the dogs." Blaze whined. "Sorry boy, I know you don't like mutty metaphors." Blaze wagged his tail. "Hey!" Chris growled.

"Uh, you again…!" Stephanie gasped. "Why did you follow me?"

"Well I hate to burst your bubble, PRINCESS, but THIS so happens to be my home."

"Oh the irony. I guess I moved across the street."

"Oh dear lord I think I'm going to be sick…" Chris grabbed his stomach.

"Oh please you drama queen." Stephanie rolled her eyes. "It's not THAT bad…"

"No, really…. I, ugh…." Chris fell to his knees. Blaze whimpered as Chris collapsed sideways onto the sidewalk.

"CHRIS!" Stephanie shrieked and ran over, Dot at her heels. "Oh my god are you alright?" She picked him up, resting his head on her lap as she shook the unconscious blonde beauty. "Come on you're really freaking me out here! I'm serious, Chris! Chris? CHRIS….!"

………………..

It was a wild party, it wasn't a kegger per se, but Chris was one hung over wrestler. He stumbled home, walking dizzily as he used trashcans and fence posts to help keep himself standing. His clothes were wet, he'd jumped into the pool half way through a song he was making a fool of himself too, though in his own mind he thought it was 'dancing'. Stephanie McMahon was there, and he couldn't believe it. Why did he always get so nuts when he saw her? He always reacted angrily to her, and yet, something deep inside of him churned in his stomach. Really churned, like he was going to throw up… throw up… his stomach… it wasn't a hangover, it was… it… was….!

"Ugh, STEPHANIE!" Chris Jericho sat up with a bolt, his vision was blurred but returned to normal, it felt like he'd gotten one massive head rush he was so dizzy. He looked around, shielding his eyes from the light. "Ah, where am I?" He coughed.

"Chris!" Stephanie jerked up from the chair and rushed over to him. "You're alright! Oh you had me so….." She stopped when she realized she was half way to embracing him. She and Chris were practically nose to nose in the hug, both blushing and frozen in time at the moment. "AH, angry!" Stephanie roared as she stood up.

"Huh…?" Chris raised an eyebrow.

"You just fainted out there, you really freaked me out with that stunt Chris!"

"Stunt?" Chris scratched his head, I can't remember anything. So was that 'party' all just a dream, a hallucination…? And his thoughts about Stephanie in his gut, they were all just…

"Look if you're fine, get out of my house." Stephanie pointed to the door.

"AH, the den of the devil!" Chris cried out and jumped up, tripping over the tangled sheet by his feet and falling over. "AH, it's got me!" He fell onto his face.

Stephanie laughed, "So, how does it feel to fall flat on your ass?"

"Why you." Chris growled, his face in the carpet.

"I must say, this view is much nicer than your face." Stephanie winked.

Chris's eyes shot open as he stood, "Why you… how dare you say something like that…!"

"Oh you, it was a compliment." She shook a finger.

"HA!" Chris put his hands on his hips. "You know what I have to say to that…!"

"Another mono syllabic word?"

"Uh…" Chris blinked.

"Look, spare me the pleasantries and get OUT of my HOUSE!" Stephanie screamed, pointing again to the door.

"Fine! I was just leaving." Chris did a sloppy salute and slammed out the door.

"Ugh, I swear… that man…" Stephanie shook her head, it was pounding from the ordeal. "The nerve of that guy…" She folded her arms. He had freaked her out so much, when he passed out it really made her afraid, and it was all just some joke to mess with her, mess with her head, mess with her stomach, mess with her… heart. "Well I'd better go let Dot in." Stephanie sighed and went to the front door and opened it and gasped. "Chris…!" She noticed him on his knees, holding the post on the porch for support. She shook her head, "Look, enough with the charade, please get off my property and take that mutt with you."

"You're more of a dog than him you bitch." Chris snapped.

Stephanie made an odd face, "Name calling Chris…?" She walked down to him and noticed the strain on his face. "Wow, hey Chris…?" She blinked, never noticing this before as she placed a hand on his forehead. "You're really burning up…"

Stephanie took Chris to his own home and took him up to his bed. Blaze and Dot sat by the doorway as Stephanie pulled the covers up to Chris's chin. "You poor thing, you've got a fever." She took the thermometer out from him and sighed. "Look, I'll go get you some soup or something alright?" She turned to go.

"Wait, Stephanie…" Chris groaned as he went to sit up. She turned around as he coughed and spoke up. "W… why are you being so nice to me…?"

Stephanie's face softened, "Cause you're just a sick little boy." She left the room. Chris sighed and lowered his tired eyes as he fell onto his bed and went to sleep. Stephanie stopped outside the room in the hall and sighed, thinking to herself… why WAS she being so nice to HIM….?