Author's Notes – Um…long time no update? Yeah I know, more than a year and a half since I updated this. I really kind of lost my footing with this fic I think (especially with the lack of Eric on TV) and started to struggle with this chapter. I'd like to say the end of this fic is in sight, but I really don't think it is. I've got a slight bit of writer's block right now (blame that on the lack of decent storylines on TV now) and I'm trying to get more fic out…so please bare with me.

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Rescued?

"Get off her you bastard," a voice called from the stairs as Stephanie and Eric froze in mid-kiss to see what the unwanted intrusion was. Coming down the stairs and through the seats were an array of emergency workers as Trish Stratus stared in shock at the naked couple. What was happening had yet to register to them before a red, white, and blue blur pulled Eric off Stephanie's small frame and proceeded to punch the man repeatedly. She quickly covered herself with Eric's coat and stood up to see Kurt Angle beating Eric.

"You bastard," Kurt growled between hits, "I'll kill you for touching her like that, and so help me if I find out you hurt her in any way you pathetic son of a…"

"Kurt stop," Stephanie cried as Trish and the EMT's finally reached her. They started to pull her toward the stairs, strapping an oxygen mask to her face as several men attempted to pull Kurt off Eric.

3 Hours Later

Trish softly knocked at the door before she nervously entered Stephanie's hospital room. She looked sadly at her friend who was hooked up to various machines, staring out the window, and holding on to Eric's coat hoping it would give her some sort of comfort.

"Hey honey," the blonde said quietly as she sat in the chair next to Stephanie's bed. Trish reached out and took her friend's hand before asking the question she'd be dying to ask since she got in that arena. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"I was wrong about him," she whispered.

A million questions raced through Trish's head as she tried to piece together this puzzle. "About Eric? What were you wrong about? What did he do?"

"He did everything. He found the food, the drinks, everything." Tears started to form in Stephanie's eyes as she continued. "I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't been there…I owe him so much. I owe him my life. He…he saved me. He didn't have to but he did. The pipes burst and he found me, he took care of me. Trish I…I…" Stephanie started to cry as Trish moved in to give her a hug.

Eric's eyes slowly blinked open, one slightly swollen shut, as he took in his surroundings. He was in a bed, a soft comfortable bed and it was warm. He could hear the rhythmical beeping of various machines around him and was happy to think he was safe from the red, white, and blue punching freak.

"Morning sunshine…" Or not…Eric groaned as he saw Kurt standing in the shadows of his room.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Kurt rolled his eyes as he approached the bed and smiled. "I'm your guardian angel and I'm here to take care of you." Eric nearly laughed at Kurt's snide remark but held it in seeing the serious look on his face. "I came here to warn you."

"About what," Eric asked defensively.

"To stay away from Stephanie. She is far too good and sweet to get mixed up with the likes of you. You had your fun with her, now stay away or you'll regret it."

"And just what are you going to do if I don't?"

"I'll let you use your imagination, but the basic theme of it would be lots of pain for you." Kurt smiled evilly and went to the door. "Remember what I said, and stay away!"