"Honestly, did you have to hit him so hard?"

"It was an accident," Paul whined as he followed Stephanie to the trainer's room. "Come on, that's not fair, you know things happen sometimes."

"Yeah, but you didn't even give him a chance to see you," she told him, shaking her head. "You could have seriously hurt him."

"Well from what I heard he's okay," Paul argued, and she gave him a stern look. "Alright, I'll apologize," he mumbled, and she nodded her approval.

"Good, because I'm getting tired of your little vendetta with him."

"Steph, I told you, it's not me," he sighed, and she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," she said as they reached the trainer's room. She turned to face her boyfriend briefly. "On your best behavior, Paul," she warned.

He raised his hands. "You don't have to tell me twice." She just looked at him a moment longer before pushing the door open to the trainer's room.

Chris was sitting up on one of the tables in the room, a dazed expression on his face as he looked at the wall straight ahead of him. He just couldn't get that weird dream out of his head. That's what it was, it was just weird. His head was hurting, and his body yearned for nothing more than sleep. But it wasn't advised after that shot from Paul…

"Hey Chris," Stephanie greeted, eyeing him carefully as she stepped inside with Paul right behind her. He looked over at her, and the words died on his tongue as soon as he saw her. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing was coming out. The only thing he could think of was that look in her eyes when she'd said she wanted him…

He raised his icepack up to the side of his face, blocking his vision from her as he looked down. That helped, if only for a bit.

"Hey," he finally answered as he closed his eyes. He needed to erase that dream.

"How are you feeling?" her soft, almost gentle voice asked. He bit his lip hard when he felt her touch his shoulder.

"I've felt better," he answered, daring to look over at her. Her look for him was filled with concern, making him feel almost guilty. He lowered his ice pack a bit. "I'll be okay, don't worry," he added with a small smile for her. She returned the smile.

Paul cleared his throat, and Stephanie stepped to the side a bit. He looked uncomfortable as he stepped forward, looking over at his girlfriend who gave him yet another stern look. He sighed as he looked back at Chris, who had gone back to gazing at the floor as he raised his icepack again.

"Hey man, you gonna be okay?" Paul asked, hoping he was sounding friendly. "You don't have a concussion, do you?"

"I don't know," Chris mumbled, trying hard not to snap at the man who had landed them in this particular situation. "I have to get an MRI tomorrow."

"That sucks," Paul said, before getting a glare from Stephanie. He sighed and looked back at Chris. "Hey, I'm sorry about that shot…"

"It's okay," the Canadian answered as he closed his eyes again.

Paul frowned a bit, hesitating as he chewed his gum. "I didn't do that on purpose, Jericho…"

"I said it's fine," Chris said shortly, and Paul rolled his eyes.

"Alright man, whatever," Paul mumbled, turning to walk out of the room. Stephanie caught his arm and he just shrugged and pulled away, walking out altogether. She just sighed as she looked back over at Chris, who looked like he was in pain.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay?" she said, the concern coming back for him.

"My face feels like it's throbbing," he admitted as he continued holding the ice pack to his face. He also felt a bit dizzy, but he didn't want to admit that and have her start to freak out over it.

"Where the hell is the trainer?" Stephanie demanded, anger in her tone as she noted that Chris was by himself.

"He said I was okay and cleared to leave," he said, once again wanting to just go to sleep. He groaned at the thought that he probably had a concussion. Talk about horrible timing… he had just come back and he'd already gotten injured. He sighed as Stephanie headed to the door.

"I'm going to get a second opinion, I'll be back," she said before leaving him alone. He lowered his ice pack and gingerly felt his face, wincing as he did. He was sore, and he was going to bruise. Sighing, he tossed the ice pack on the floor and slowly laid down on his side as he closed his eyes, trying to stop the dizzy feeling that he was feeling. Slowly, he started to doze off…

"Chris…"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me…" Stephanie sighed as she closed her eyes, and he didn't have to be told twice. He immediately leaned in and kissed her, pulling her closer as he did. It started innocent enough as they both explored the other's mouth, before it started getting hotter and much more involved. He didn't even know where they were, but he didn't want to break his kiss with her to find out…

She broke it first, and he was about to protest when he felt her lips on his neck. He tried pulling away but there was something behind him that wouldn't let him. A wall? He didn't know, but he couldn't get away. She came back up to him and kissed him properly once again as she pushed him back against the wall, one hand expertly maneuvering down his chest until she reached the top of his jeans, her hand running lower still…

"You taste so good," she mumbled, smirking as she noted how she was affecting him. Her hand came to the part of him that was aching for her touch the most. "Mmm, you feel good too…"

He moaned at the contact before leaning in and kissing her again…

"Chris, hey, wake up," Stephanie said as she shook his shoulder. He just groaned and mumbled something unintelligible, but she thought she heard her name in there. She felt his forehead. "He's burning up," she sighed, turning to look at the trainer. "See, you shouldn't have left him alone…"

"This should do the trick," the trainer said as he pulled out some smelling salts. She stepped back to let him get near Chris, just as Paul entered the room again. He was freshly showered and already dressed as he gave Stephanie a confused look.

"What are you still doing in here?" he asked, walking over to her and wrapping his arm around her waist.

"I just wanted to make sure he was okay, that's all," she said, folding her arms over in front of her as the trainer swiped the smelling salts under Chris's nose. He snapped awake, looking around a bit until his eyes came to rest on Stephanie, who looked relieved.

Chris reluctantly looked away from her, holding his head as he slowly pushed himself back up. 'Not again,' he thought to himself angrily. What was up with those dreams? He frowned as he pushed himself off the table, taking a moment to get his balance.

"Chris, we should probably check you out again," the trainer said but he shook his head.

"No, I'm done with this today," he said as he slowly started heading towards the door.

He felt someone grab his arm, and he turned to find himself standing dangerously close to Stephanie. His breath caught at the feel of her hand on his skin, and he swallowed heavily as he looked at her.

"You sure you don't want him to look at you again?" she asked, and he looked away.

"I'm sure," he said, just wanting to get away from her and regain his sensibility. She let him go and without another word, he walked out of the room. He stood outside of the door for a moment before walking off towards his locker room, all the while wondering just one question.

Of all people, why was he dreaming about Stephanie?