DISCLAIMER: As promised, another chapter... hope to update tomorrow as well, I aim to finisht his quickly before the holiday spirit returns to another work/school week! Enjoy!

"Well mister, it's official. You've got a bonafide case of the flu." Stephanie McMahon smirked as she stood in Chris Jericho's room. "You idiot, haven't you ever heard of a shot?"

"Tequila." Chris smirked back, his voice a cracking whisper from the coughing.

"Look just take your medicine, it'll bring your fever down, then you can have enough energy to take care of yourself."

"I don't NEED your help." Chris went to open the bottle, but he was so drained and weary he couldn't open the lid. "Uh, hey Steph…?"

"Yes big man?"

"Shut up and open this." Chris frowned and forced it at her.

"I thought you didn't need any help." Stephanie opened it with a smug smirk and took out some pills. "Would you like me to slip them down your gullet too?"

"Yeah you're used to things slipping down gullets aren't you?" Chris took them and put them into his mouth.

"Oh it's things like that I can't wait to hear off your lips again once you're well."

"Well, nobody's asking you to stay."

"Fine then, I'll go." Stephanie stormed out the bedroom door.

"Whatever, I don't need her, I don't need help from anybody." Chris looked at the back of the label. "Must take with food. Aw damnit." Chris threw off the sheets. "Oh whoa!" Chris began shaking violently, he threw the covers back on. "Holy crap! That was FREEZING, holy hell!"

"Well you have a fever you idiot, you're going to be burning one moment and then ice cold shaking the next." Stephanie muttered to herself.

"Alright, to the fridge and back." Chris gulped and jumped out of bed. "Whoa." His legs wobbled and he nearly collapsed. "Wow, I had no idea my body was this messed up." He went out of the room, not even noticing Stephanie. He looked down the stairs, "Aw man, I should've installed an escalator." He put one food on the top step.

"Idiot." Stephanie rolled her eyes.

"Ah!" Chris cried at the voice in shock, lost his balance and fell.

"Chris!" Stephanie gasped as he rolled to the bottom.

"……ow."

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"Just my pride."

"Ah, fall on your ass again there eh?"

"SHUT UP!"

"If you want some food all you had to do was ask." Stephanie was busying herself in the kitchen.

"I don't need any help." Chris pouted like a stubborn child, sitting at the bar behind the sink counter.

"Yes you do, just admit it you baby."

"I can get well on my own you know."

"Sure."

"Yes I can!"

"What?"

"I said I can."

"Chris, I can barely hear you, your voice is shot. Come again…?"

" I SAID YES I CAN!" Chris began to cough violently, keeling at the waist as he cupped his hands over his mouth until the spell ended.

"Hurt much?" Stephanie smirked victoriusly amused.

"Yes it burns extremely badly thank you."

"Well shut up."

"Excuse me?" Chris growled through gritted teeth.

"If you want to stop coughing, stop talking! Your lungs will thank me."

"What are you, the smokers surgeon general?"

"No smoking while you're ill either!"

"Bitch." Chris tossed the cigarette carton.

"Bastard."

"I know my father! But you're still a dog." Blaze whimpered and Chris sighed. "Sorry boy."

"Just go back to bed, I'll bring you the food."

"I'm going to the couch."

"Avoiding stairs, you're smarter than I thought."

Chris stood up and glared at hear, "I'm going to take your advice and not use my throat for a comeback."

"Taking my advice? Wow Chris… and by the way, that was a whole lot of talking for being silent wasn't it."

"Hey!"

"I still hear you're hoarse voice Chris…"

"Grrrr…" Chris stomped out of the kitchen and into the den.

"That child, I swear." Stephanie rolled her eyes.

"I'm not a helpless baby... and don't swear in my house." Chris pouted as he lay on the couch. Then stuck out his tongue. "Gees that medicine tasted like crap, didn't she have anything better?"

"And here we are, soup a la Stephaine."

"Great, your bathwater?" Chris huffed.

"You wish." Stephanie set it down and Chris went to reach for it. "Wait, stop…. You'll just hurt yourself."

"Excuse me?"

"Open your mouth."

"No way, I'll bet you poisoned it with more of that gross medicine."

"Do it!"

"Oh you're a real pro on that."

"IF YOU DON'T OPEN YOUR MOUTH I'LL FIND SOME OTHER WAY TO GET THIS FOOD INTO YOUR BODY!"

"Ah." Chris opened his mouth meekly.

Stephanie put a spoonful in, "If I have to see the back of your molars anymore…"

"You asked me to…"

"Just eat…." Stephanie gave him another spoonful and Chris flinched. "Too hot?"

"No, it just really stings my lungs."

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault I got sick, don't blame yourself." Chris sighed.

Stephanie blinked and looked down at the now empty bowl, "Well I guess that's it, my work here is done. I have to go home and take care of some things, will you be fine here by yourself?"

"Yes mother." Chris rolled his eyes, arms folded across his chest.

Stephanie smirked and stood up, "I'll clean up in the kitchen before I go."

"Thank, Steph…." Chris sighed quietly, he couldn't believe the words came out of his mouth… he must really be delusional. Stephanie walked through the living room towards the door. "Take care Stephanie, have a nice day." Stephanie stopped at the door and turned with a shocked blink. "I hope you don't catch this from being here with me, it's NASTY."

"I know." She smiled. "But don't worry, I, got my flu shot." Chris smirked and Steph was about to leave when she stopped and sighed. "Why are you being so nice to me anyway…?"

Chris stopped and blinked at her for a moment, then smiled, "I dunno, guess it's the flu…"

"Hmm, must be. Well good bye." Stephanie closed the door. She paused for a moment standing on the porch, then continued to walk.

Chris sighed, "Bye…." He lay back down and stared at the ceiling, furrowing his brow slightly in thought. Why WAS he being so nice to HER…? Well, at least his stomach felt better….