"So what did she want?"

Chris looked down at Trish as she stood up to hug him in greeting.  He hugged her tightly, glad that he had let Stephanie know what had been going on between them.  Well, at least in his dreams, since there was nothing going on in real life.  He kissed Trish's head.  She pulled away from him and looked up, smiling sweetly.

"So what did Stephanie want?"

"Oh, you know, the usual, she wanted a little sex, so I took her on her desk, and came back in time to have fun with you before I go out there.  So what do you say?"

She smacked him in the chest, "Not funny!"

"Really, I thought it was funny," he said, tapping his chin in thought, "I'll have to work on my delivery next time."

"So really, what did she want?"

"We just needed to discuss the Highlight Reel tonight."

"Sounds boring."

"Just the usual."

"So who are you going to have on the show tonight?"

"Well, I was thinking about having a lovely blonde, who I happen to like very much," he told her.

"Me!?!" she asked excitedly.

"No, Christian, but you'll work too," he winked.

She gave him a dirty look for a moment before smiling at him, "What am I going to do with you Chris Jericho?"

"I don't know, but whatever it is, can it be rough and naughty?"

She flipped him off casually as she strolled away from him.  Chuckling to himself, he chased after her and grabbed her from behind.  She had been expecting this and didn't even bat an eyelash.  He leaned in and started ravishing her neck and she tried to squirm her way out of his arms, but he was just too overpowering for her.  So she just laughed and let him kiss her, as he moved his way up to her jaw, then to her cheek, before finally giving her a heart-stopping kiss on the lips.

"Oh, I so wanna be on the Highlight Reel tonight," she whispered.

"That's not the only thing you wanna be on is it?" Jericho asked huskily

"Mmm, now, it's not," she whispered back at him, closing her eyes.

"Jericho, five minutes until you're on!"

Jericho sighed as he heard the production assistant tell him that he was supposed to go on.  He had wanted a bit more time with Stephanie……….wait, no, Trish.  Damn it, his dreams were now interfering with his real life.  Thank God those were going to stop soon.  Tonight he hoped.  He pulled away from Trish, and she sighed at the loss of his lips on hers.  She opened her eyes and gave him a rueful smile.

"Work, sometimes I just don't want to do it," he told her.

"You and me both, especially at times like this," she told him, grabbing his hand, "But at least we can work together tonight."

"Yeah, that's a plus, and then we can do other stuff later."

"Do you ever get your mind out of the gutter?"

"With you around, not a chance," she said, kissing her softly.

Trish smiled up at him, it was times like this she was glad that she had forgiven him.  He took her hand and they walked out to the gorilla to let him await his cue.  His music started up and he went out in his usual stance.  He walked down the ramp, his ego on display for all to see.  He stepped into the ring, smirking as he regarded the audience.  The cheers were welcoming as he held his arms out, basking in their glow.

"Well, well, well, all it takes for you to cheer me is to come out with a pretty girl on my arm every week," he started, "If I had known that, I would've found me a pretty lady much sooner."

The crowd laughed and then cheered.

"And since I owe this woman so much credit as it is, I think that I should bring her out here.  So let's make this Highlight Reel the Trish appreciation part of your Raw.  Trish, care to join us."

Trish's music started up and she walked out there, a slight blush on her cheeks.  She had just been expecting to be another one of Chris's guests, not to have him talk about her so glowingly.  He held the ropes for her as she entered the ring and he grabbed her hand, pulling her to him as he kissed her soundly on the mouth.  She reached up to run her fingers through his loose hair, kissing him back, almost forgetting there was a crowd there in the first place.  He pulled away and licked his lips as the crowd ooh'ed and aww'ed.

"Ok, I think that's enough of a show for tonight," Chris said as he led Trish over to the chairs.

Someone had left roses on his seat, and he figured someone had gotten those very quickly so they could play up Trish's part on the show.  He grabbed them off of his seat and went up to Trish handing her the flowers.  Her face turned into a full out blush as she took them from him and sat down on the seat.  He smiled back at her.

"So Trish, how does it feel to be dating a Living Legend such as myself, I figure it must be quite the honor for you."

"Oh, you have no idea the expectations that I have to live up to," she said, sighing dramatically, "Sometimes I think to myself, what can I do so that I may be on level with the great Chris Jericho."

"Ahh yes, many other people do the same thing, and they just can't measure up, but I think that you're perfect the way you are," he said as the crowd cooed.

"That's so sweet of you to say Chris," she smiled, "But still, it's difficult having to put up with you, because you are just so great."

"Oh please," he said, dismissing her with the wave of his hand, "Stop flattering me, this show isn't about me, it's about the guests……….and just a little about me, since I am your esteemed interviewer."

"Don't you two look so cozy," a voice came from the top of the ramp.

Trish and Chris's heads swiveled to see Hunter standing at the top of the ramp.  As if this man didn't bug him enough, now he had to interrupt his show too.  Chris got off of his chair and went to lean on the ropes, glaring in Hunter's direction the entire way.  Leave it to the lummox to interrupt him.

"What the hell do you want?" Chris asked angrily.

"Well, I just wanted to see the happy couple up close and personal.  You can't fault me for that can you?"

"Get out of here," Chris sneered.

"Oh, but why, I mean, I did used to be with Trish………."

"That's a lie!" Trish said, jumping up and grabbing a microphone, "That is a lie!"

"Is it Trish, because I can remember some steamy, passionate nights, I think this was in between you doing Vince and you getting with that weirdo Jeff Hardy," Hunter said.

Trish paled slightly, "Shut up!  Just shut up!"

"You heard her Hunter, shut up and get the hell out of here."

"Sorry to bring it up Trish, but don't you want Jericho to know what you've done behind closed doors."

"I don't care what or who's she's done," Jericho argued, "She's with me now!"

"Yeah, good luck with that," Hunter smirked, then turned and left.

Chris took Trish's hand, through with this interview.  She followed wordlessly until they reached backstage.  She was afraid that he was mad at her for her past indiscretions, especially because she knew that he disliked Hunter greatly.  She bit her lip as she regarded his taut features.  She was terrified that he would break up with her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

He faced her, "What's there to be sorry about?"

"For being with Hunter," she said meekly.

"That's in the past," he told her, taking her face into his hands, "I don't care about the past, because you're with me now.  I mean, so what?  You were with Hunter, I don't care, as long as you don't get with him now, I have no problem with it."

"I would never cheat on you," she told him, smiling slightly.

"That's all I ask," he told her, "Now let's get out of here and go back to the hotel and we'll live in the present."

"That was cheesy," she giggled.

"But hopefully effective."

Chris opened the door for her.  She sighed and took a deep breath.  She hadn't been on the road in it seemed like forever.  It had really only been seven months, but those were seven long months.  With Reid starting school, she had to be at home, she didn't want some nanny to raise her kids, and neither did Chris.

"I missed it," she told him as they walked to the locker room that would be Chris's for the evening.

"I know you did, but really, what could you do?"

"I know, Reid is more important, and he always will be, but sue me, this used to be my life.  This arena used to be my home."

"This particular arena?  Wow, where did you sleep?  And did you live on just nachos and other concession stand items?"

"You're such a jerk sometimes," she said, shoving his side.

"Mama!" Brennan said, pulling on Stephanie's collar.

"Yeah honey?"

"Go down."

"What do we say?"

"Peese," he said smiling.

"Ok," she answered, setting him down on the ground where he toddled towards his older brother who was waiting impatiently for him to catch up.

"Hey you two, where do you think you're going?" Chris asked.

"We wanna go find Grandma and Grandpa," Reid said, "Grandpa told us last time that he would have candy for us!"

"Did you ask Mommy if you could have candy?"

"Mommy, please," Reid said, giving her the patented Jericho pout.

"Yes, go ahead, BUT you have to wait for us to take you to Grandpa, because I don't want you to be running around here and getting lost," Stephanie said.

"Ok," he answered as he waited for her, still holding Brennan's hands.

"I'm going to go with them, you coming?" Stephanie asked, turning to Chris.

"I'll catch up, I just want to drop off my stuff," he answered.

"Ok."

She leaned into him and gave him a peck on the cheek and then a kiss on the lips.  She walked over to Brennan and Reid and took each one by the hand and they walked off, Reid talking a mile a minute at Stephanie, who just smiled down at him lovingly.  Chris turned the corner to walk to his locker room.  He started hearing strange moans and groans and he looked around, wondering where the sound was emanating from.  He shrugged and kept walking, turning the corner and almost wishing he hadn't.

Trish had her back to the wall and was getting pushed up against it by the guy she was currently making out with.  She had her legs wrapped around Hunter Hearst Helmsley and he held her against the wall as they got hot and heavy.  Chris wanted to get to his locker room, but he'd have to walk past them.  He decided he'd just have to do it quick and painless, so he ducked his head and walked quickly by them.

Trish broke away from Hunter, "Chris, nice to see you…alone."

"I'm not alone tonight."

"Oh, is that whore you call a wife with you?" Hunter asked, "The whore I call an ex-wife."

"The only whore here is the one you're currently pressing up against the wall."

"Oh, he brought the little wifey," Trish said, fake coyly, "Did you bring the runts too?"

Chris stalked up to them, "Don't you even fucking dare talk about my kids.  I don't care if you talk shit about me or Stephanie, ore both of us, but the second you bring up my kids, I will not tolerate it."

"Ooh, we hit a soft spot," Hunter said.

"Fuck you."

"Ooh, I'd like that," Trish said, "Meet me up in my hotel room later, maybe Hunter can join us."

Chris shook his head in repulsion and walked away from them, throwing his stuff down.  He was still pissed they had brought up his kids, that was the one thing that could set him off.  He had calmed down a lot since he had gotten married and had kids, but there were certain things that would get under his skin and that was one of them.

God he hated those two.

Chris woke up with a start, actually bolting out of bed.  He cursed to himself.  They should've been gone!  Why weren't they gone?  He had talked to Stephanie they had ironed everything out, had a good laugh over it and that was supposed to be the end, and yet here he was, still dreaming the same dreams.  Well at least Hunter kept his place in both the real world and the dream world.  He was a jackass in both of them.

"Chris?" Trish asked sleepily.

"Yeah," he said, lying back down slowly and taking her in his arms.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said, "Just a bad dream."

"You wanna tell me about it?" she asked before giving a huge yawn.

He thought over what he had dreamt about.  Maybe he should tell Trish, maybe that would've been the right thing to do, to let her know what was going on inside his brain.  They could solve this puzzle together.  Of course, there was always the chance that she wouldn't understand and think he had something going on with Stephanie.  Yeah…that wouldn't be good at all.

"Nah, it's nothing you should worry about."