A/N: I had mindblock so bad! It was really really sad, but I got as much as I could down before it died. XD Uhh.. oh, right, I ..have completely forgotten what I was saying. Anyway, on with the chapter, and I apologoze for the crappiness of it. Chris should be back in the next chapter.

..I hope.


Stephanie sighed and wiggled around on the couch, trying to get comfortable so her legs wouldn't fall asleep underneath her. Frowning slightly she pulled off her boots and prodded the underside of her left foot. Too late, she couldn't feel her fingernail dig into the soft flesh. Oh well, at least she'd have something to distract her while she counted the minutes it took for Chris to come back. As the painful cramps made her leg spasm she winced, moving her foot around to try get rid of them. Sighing again, she turned her gaze back to the door, her eyes unfocusing as she seemed to look past it and into her own mind. Her thoughts wandered back to when she was with Chris. The feel of his skin against hers, the look in his eyes as he traced the curve of her breast with them ... the carnal hunger that she sensed. Stephanie's hand jumped to her mouth at the rush of images that assaulted her mind, trying to hide her smile from the eyes that weren't watching. Wrapping the other arm firmly around her stomach, she let herself sink back into the couch and let the images run through her head at their own pace. If she couldn't have the man himself, these fantasies that her mind conjured up for her would tide her over ... for now. Then she'd just have to jump him as soon as he walked in the door. Stephanie sniggered, then fell back into silence as she looked back at her watch and realized that Chris had been gone for ten whole minutes. That was far too long. She was still staring at the door as it slowly swung open and one of the people she least wanted to see walked in.

"Hey, Chris. Do you know where..." the redheaded Diva stopped short at the sight of Stephanie of the couch. "Oh, wow." She took a step backward and checked to see that it really did say 'Chris Jericho' on the door, and not 'HHH', 'Alliance HQ' or something else that would mean that her ass would be equally kicked.

Stephanie couldn't even move her mouth to formulate a snappy comeback as it was too invested at hanging slightly ajar whilst she stared at Lita. "Uhh... uh..."

Lita laughed and stepped foward again, closing the door and locking it behind her, not breaking eye contact with the youngest McMahon. "You really shouldn't sit there with the door unlocked. Anyone could walk in an totally get the wrong idea with you just sitting there .. you're lucky it was me and not Matt, or Jeff. Or pretty much anyone else on the WWF side. Because they'd probably kick your ass, or get Chy or someone to do it for them. Well, maybe not Chy, 'cause everyone's pretty much scared of her, but you know what I mean." Off Stephanie's very confused look, Lita grinned cracking her gum. "Or not, but hey. It's not like I was speaking to make sense anyway, it was more like just to hear myself speak because this silence is kind of un-nerving and oh, wow, I'm just not stopping here, am I?"

Stephanie smiled slightly at the redhead, feeling slightly more at ease now that Lita had all but made a fool of herself with her rambling. "Uh... I'll have to keep that in mind for future reference..." she said, tucking her hair behind her ears.

Lita grinned widely at Stephanie, "So there's gonna be more of you sitting here in Chris Jericho's locker room with no shoes and what looks suspiciously like a hickey on your neck, huh?" Her grin turned into a laugh as Stephanie's hand shot up to her neck and her face taking on a look of sheer terror.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" Stephanie jumped up and bolted for the bathroom, clinging to the basin as she examined herself in the mirror. She could see what Lita had been talking about, a small mark in the hollow of her neck. Frowning slightly she flicked her hair foward to cover it. There, now she couldn't see it. As she stepped back from the mirror, she instinctively flicked her hair back over her shoulder.

"Fuck!" Leaning foward, she banged her forehead against the mirror repeatedly. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck. I am screwed. I am so screwed. I'm like the queen of screwed." When she heard Lita snort from her position in the other room, she banged her head again.

"So. Screwed."