Author's Notes – Hehe...Look who updated within a week! Yeah that's right,
I did! Woohoo! Wow, I can't belive I actually got the next chapter to
this out so fast. But I've actually got a really good idea of where I want
to take this fic (which is a hell of a lot more than I can say for my other
fics) and I'm just gonna run with it for the time being. So, I hope you
like it.
Anyhoo...only one review for the last chapter...:(...I was kinda hoping for more than one review, I'd like to know if people still like this fic and are still reading it. So please review and tell me what you think! I might get the next chapter out just as fast if I feel people are reading this. But thank you to Julia who reviewed the last chapter!
Also, feel free to check out the website xtremeboss.tripod.com (just add the little http:// thingy at the front of it since ff.net is stupid) for some pretty good fics and what not. Also, I'm going to be hosting a Wrestling Fan Fic Awards competition thing soon so check around the site for details on that or e-mail me.
Well, that's it. Hope you enjoy and please review!
~Tink~
Disclaimer – I do not own WWE or any of their characters or ANYTHING in this fic. I have a mortal fear of lawyers so please don't sue me. This is just for fun.
I Could Get Use To This
"I don't think I can stand much more of this cold!" Stephanie said through chattering teeth as she pulled a sweater over her legs and tried desperately to get closer to the dying fire.
"Hopefully soon we'll get out of here," Eric said tossing a piece to a cardboard box onto the fire in hopes of reviving it. "The plows have to be getting out soon."
"And until then what are we supposed to do?" She looked at Eric desperately wanting to hear something good.
"Just sit tight and wait," was all Eric managed to come up with though.
"We're going to die here aren't we?" She shivered.
"No, we're going to be fine and soon someone will find us." Eric moved closer to Stephanie and draped another shirt around her shoulders and kept his arm around her. Stephanie leaned back into him with a defeated sigh attempting to keep warm against his body. "All we have to do now is find a way to keep our minds off the cold."
"That's a lot easier said than done." Stephanie huffed.
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"And your friend is where," the dispatch person asked over the phone.
"Well we're not too sure, but she was last seen at the arena." Kurt explained trying to remain as calm as possible.
"And what was she doing there?"
"She had a meeting there! Look I just want to know what you can do to find her!" Kurt was loosing his patience and it bothered Trish to see him like this.
"Well, at the moment all of the roads are still blocked," the dispatch person explained, "our snow plows can't even get out of the garages yet but the National Guard is sending over help and should get to the city soon. But the major roads and hospitals are going to be their major focal points. I hate to say it, but it could be awhile before we're able to find out if your friend is still at the arena."
"But there has to be something more you can do!" Kurt shouted.
"I'm sorry sir, but there isn't much we can do at this point in time but we will help find your friend the as soon as we can."
"Yeah, thanks, you have my number if you find out anything. Thank you." Kurt hung up the phone and buried his face in his hands.
"They can't do anything to help can they?" Trish asked almost scared of the answer.
"No, not at the moment," Kurt sighed. "I hope you're alright..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"...And then the killer raced after as the girl stupidly decided to go up the winding stairs of the house," Eric said in his best 'creepy' voice.
"Why do they always do that?" Stephanie asked while eating more candy. She was still nestled against Eric for warmth as he told scary stories to try and distract her from her obvious discomfort. She had to admit, it seemed like a dumb idea at first, but it was actually working. "I mean, if you run up the stairs, you have no way of getting past the killer alive. It happens in every horror movie I can think of and in all of them the dumb chic that runs up the stairs dies."
"I don't know why they always do that, it's just part of the story I guess." Eric shrugged as he continued his story. "The girl hid in vain behind a door when the killer stabbed strait through it making her another one of his victims." He couldn't help but almost smile at the way Stephanie flinched as he told the story, she would probably be very interesting to take to an actual horror movie, he thought.
"You tell a pretty good story Eric." Stephanie said reaching for her soda.
"Why thank you Miss McMahon, I try." Eric laughed as she passed the cup to him. He took a sip and then sat it back down moving away from Stephanie slightly as he grabbed another piece of cardboard for the fire. She shivered the instant his body left hers and cuddled right back into his arms when he came back.
"You know what Eric, this isn't that bad." She smiled slightly, "Being stuck here with you that is."
"Well, being stuck here with you hasn't been as horrible as I originally thought it would be either," Eric laughed as she looked up at him sticking her tongue out. "You know, beyond the princess, I've now seen that there is a sweet, kind, person."
"You know Eric, you're not so bad yourself," Stephanie said through a yawn.
"Thank you, but I think we've had enough ghost stories and need some sleep before you pass out." Eric laughed as a sleep Stephanie just nodded. Stephanie went to lie down and Eric made a small pillow for her.
"What? You're not going to sleep?" She asked as she pulled some sweaters over her as a makeshift blanket.
"I don't think so, someone needs to watch the fire." He smiled as he helped put her cover up.
"So you're going to stay up all night long?" Eric nodded as he moved to put another cardboard piece on the flames. He sat there for a while just watching her drift off to sleep. *She really is beautiful* he thought with a smile.
"Hey Eric," a quite voice said shaking him from his thoughts.
"Yes Steph," he moved closer to her so he could hear.
"Could you lie down next to me? Just until I fall to sleep?"
"Of course Princess," Eric smiled as he moved the sweaters and shirts and wrapped his arms around her hearing her sigh as he did so.
"Thank you," she whispered pulling one of his hands up to her lips and giving it a small kiss.
"Goodnight," he said softly brushing strands of her hair out of her face. This was definitely something Eric wished he could get use to.
Anyhoo...only one review for the last chapter...:(...I was kinda hoping for more than one review, I'd like to know if people still like this fic and are still reading it. So please review and tell me what you think! I might get the next chapter out just as fast if I feel people are reading this. But thank you to Julia who reviewed the last chapter!
Also, feel free to check out the website xtremeboss.tripod.com (just add the little http:// thingy at the front of it since ff.net is stupid) for some pretty good fics and what not. Also, I'm going to be hosting a Wrestling Fan Fic Awards competition thing soon so check around the site for details on that or e-mail me.
Well, that's it. Hope you enjoy and please review!
~Tink~
Disclaimer – I do not own WWE or any of their characters or ANYTHING in this fic. I have a mortal fear of lawyers so please don't sue me. This is just for fun.
I Could Get Use To This
"I don't think I can stand much more of this cold!" Stephanie said through chattering teeth as she pulled a sweater over her legs and tried desperately to get closer to the dying fire.
"Hopefully soon we'll get out of here," Eric said tossing a piece to a cardboard box onto the fire in hopes of reviving it. "The plows have to be getting out soon."
"And until then what are we supposed to do?" She looked at Eric desperately wanting to hear something good.
"Just sit tight and wait," was all Eric managed to come up with though.
"We're going to die here aren't we?" She shivered.
"No, we're going to be fine and soon someone will find us." Eric moved closer to Stephanie and draped another shirt around her shoulders and kept his arm around her. Stephanie leaned back into him with a defeated sigh attempting to keep warm against his body. "All we have to do now is find a way to keep our minds off the cold."
"That's a lot easier said than done." Stephanie huffed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"And your friend is where," the dispatch person asked over the phone.
"Well we're not too sure, but she was last seen at the arena." Kurt explained trying to remain as calm as possible.
"And what was she doing there?"
"She had a meeting there! Look I just want to know what you can do to find her!" Kurt was loosing his patience and it bothered Trish to see him like this.
"Well, at the moment all of the roads are still blocked," the dispatch person explained, "our snow plows can't even get out of the garages yet but the National Guard is sending over help and should get to the city soon. But the major roads and hospitals are going to be their major focal points. I hate to say it, but it could be awhile before we're able to find out if your friend is still at the arena."
"But there has to be something more you can do!" Kurt shouted.
"I'm sorry sir, but there isn't much we can do at this point in time but we will help find your friend the as soon as we can."
"Yeah, thanks, you have my number if you find out anything. Thank you." Kurt hung up the phone and buried his face in his hands.
"They can't do anything to help can they?" Trish asked almost scared of the answer.
"No, not at the moment," Kurt sighed. "I hope you're alright..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"...And then the killer raced after as the girl stupidly decided to go up the winding stairs of the house," Eric said in his best 'creepy' voice.
"Why do they always do that?" Stephanie asked while eating more candy. She was still nestled against Eric for warmth as he told scary stories to try and distract her from her obvious discomfort. She had to admit, it seemed like a dumb idea at first, but it was actually working. "I mean, if you run up the stairs, you have no way of getting past the killer alive. It happens in every horror movie I can think of and in all of them the dumb chic that runs up the stairs dies."
"I don't know why they always do that, it's just part of the story I guess." Eric shrugged as he continued his story. "The girl hid in vain behind a door when the killer stabbed strait through it making her another one of his victims." He couldn't help but almost smile at the way Stephanie flinched as he told the story, she would probably be very interesting to take to an actual horror movie, he thought.
"You tell a pretty good story Eric." Stephanie said reaching for her soda.
"Why thank you Miss McMahon, I try." Eric laughed as she passed the cup to him. He took a sip and then sat it back down moving away from Stephanie slightly as he grabbed another piece of cardboard for the fire. She shivered the instant his body left hers and cuddled right back into his arms when he came back.
"You know what Eric, this isn't that bad." She smiled slightly, "Being stuck here with you that is."
"Well, being stuck here with you hasn't been as horrible as I originally thought it would be either," Eric laughed as she looked up at him sticking her tongue out. "You know, beyond the princess, I've now seen that there is a sweet, kind, person."
"You know Eric, you're not so bad yourself," Stephanie said through a yawn.
"Thank you, but I think we've had enough ghost stories and need some sleep before you pass out." Eric laughed as a sleep Stephanie just nodded. Stephanie went to lie down and Eric made a small pillow for her.
"What? You're not going to sleep?" She asked as she pulled some sweaters over her as a makeshift blanket.
"I don't think so, someone needs to watch the fire." He smiled as he helped put her cover up.
"So you're going to stay up all night long?" Eric nodded as he moved to put another cardboard piece on the flames. He sat there for a while just watching her drift off to sleep. *She really is beautiful* he thought with a smile.
"Hey Eric," a quite voice said shaking him from his thoughts.
"Yes Steph," he moved closer to her so he could hear.
"Could you lie down next to me? Just until I fall to sleep?"
"Of course Princess," Eric smiled as he moved the sweaters and shirts and wrapped his arms around her hearing her sigh as he did so.
"Thank you," she whispered pulling one of his hands up to her lips and giving it a small kiss.
"Goodnight," he said softly brushing strands of her hair out of her face. This was definitely something Eric wished he could get use to.