A/N- I know this is a bad time to post this, fifteen minutes before RAW starts, but it would have been up sooner if I wasn't competing with Becky over away messages.

XX

Online Friends, Offline Enemies

Caylin was sitting in the catering room with Mickie after RAW waiting on Chris. Vince demanded they at least leave the arena together so the fans could start questioning it. He even mentioned holding hands so internet sites pick it up and report a legitimate romance.

"Are you excited? This is the big move in your career you have been waiting for." Even if Caylin wasn't excited, Mickie was excited enough for the both of them.

"Remember that time I had the flu and we had to stop every other mile so I could throw up on the side of the road?"

"..Yeah." Mickie was a little confused.

"Lets just say that was more exciting." Caylin finished. Why did everyone think this was going to change her career?

"But you get to work with Chris, and he is so entertaining." Mickie really didn't understand the dislike Caylin had for Chris.

"He's more annoying than entertaining." Caylin grumbled shifting her eyes to focus on her shoes.

"Cay Cay Cay Caaaaaylin." Jericho's voice echoed through the catering room as he drew out her name. Caylin gave Mickie a "See what I mean?" look.

"What do you want Jericho?" She asked even though she knew.

"Cheer up sweet pea, you get to hold hands with the Ayatollah when we leave, which is now." Caylin sighed. She couldn't even protest. Vince and his stupid demands had them sharing a car and a hotel, just for a week though. After the fans believed their relationship, they were free to do whatever.

Except kill each other.

"Should I be worried of you walking in on me in the shower? Or turning around when I am getting dressed? You're not going to crawl into bed with me are you? Cody did that once, and I quickly put him in his place." Caylin tuned him out as soon as he started talking. She'd never survive a week with him without causing bodily harm...to him.

"Alright, take my hand. No stopping to talk to fans. I don't have time to sign all the Jericholic's pictures of me." Chris kept right on talking as if he was unaware Caylin was ignoring him.

With a disgusted look on her face, Calyin laced her fingers through Jericho's, and was a little freaked out at how well her hand fit into his. Not thinking anymore about it, Caylin replaced the scowl on her face with a forced smile.

"Let's just get this over with Chris." Pushing through the exit doors, they both ignored the surprised faces of the fans. What was a heel doing walking with a face? Caylin did her best not to squirm when Chris put his arm around her shoulder pulling her closer. She visibly shuddered when he leaned down.

"It's just for the fans. Relax." He whispered into her ear. He felt her tense figure slowly loosen up. By the time they reached the rental car Vince had ready for them. She made sure they were out of eyesight she unlaced their fingers.

"Never, ever, put your arm around me again." She demanded.

"But Sugar Plum, I was just being convincing. I think we pulled it off." Chris smirked at her while putting their bags into the backseat.

"Where the hell is the hotel we are staying at?" Caylin was becoming angrier by the minute and had no idea why, which just made her even more man.

"About an hour away." Her mood swings we beginning to annoy him.

"Wake me when we get there." Was the last thing she said to him.

XX

"Stop your damn whining. It wasn't even loud." Chris complained as they rode the elevator to the seventh floor.

"You knew I wanted to sleep. You didn't have to play your stupid band's music."

"Stupid? No. You have no idea what you are talking about."

"Can't you secretly go room with Cody or something?" Caylin politely asked giving him a sweet smile.

"I could. But that would be going against Vinnie's strict orders. No way I'd risk my job. You're stuck with me Peaches." Chris gave her a sweet smile of his own. Luckily, for both of them, there were no pointy objects around that would penetrate skin. Deciding it would be best not to say anything else, they both stayed quiet until they reached their room.

"Just great." Chris muttered when he looked around the room.

"What?" Caylin was standing behind him and couldn't see anything.

"There's only one bed." Chris muttered again. This was perfect, just perfect.

"No problem." Chris turned around and looked at her like she grew a second head.

"What?"

"You can sleep on the couch." Caylin shrugged her bags off her shoulder's and onto the bed.

"It's a king sized bed. I can sleep on one side, you can sleep on the other." Chris tried to reason.

"How about no? How about you sleep on that couch over there in the corner." Pointing to the small couch crammed into the corner of the room, Chris shook his head no.

"I have a bad back. I won't be able to walk in the morning."

"Sounds like a personal problem." She was trying not to let the guilt get to her. Even if it was Chris, she'd still feel bad.

"Okay then." Chris gave in and moved to the dinky couch. She watched him sit down on it and realized his frame took up about half the couch. He'd never be able to lay on it. She knew what she had to do.

She'd let him suffer for awhile though.

She pulled out her laptop and propped herself up on the bed. She didn't even notice Jericho doing the same thing.

CanYouSayCay: He's on my couch!
KingOfYourWorld: Hello to you too.
CanYouSayCay: He. Is. On. My. Couch!
KingOfYourWorld: And who is this he? God? Brad Pitt? Robert Downey Jr?
CanYouSayCay: The evil co worker I told you I had to work with.
KingOfYourWorld: Ha. Why'd you bring him home with you?
CanYouSayCay: We're traveling and I have to room with him, lucky me.
KingOfYourWorld: You should share the bed. I know how the poor guy feels.
CanYouSayCay: Let me guess, you're rooming with the girl you told me about who hates you and she won't let you on the bed?
KingOfYourWorld: Precisely. If the bed is big enough, let him sleep there. Trust me.
CanYouSayCay: But I hate him, and he does everything in the world to piss me off.
KingOfYourWorld: Don't take it so personally.
CanYouSayCay: Fine.
KingOfYourWorld: I have to go. My oh-so-charming roomy is trying to get my attention.

KingOfYourWorld has signed off.

"Did you want something, or just to purposely ruin my conversation?"

"I was going to let you on the bed, but not I'm not so sure."

"What changed your mind? Guilty conscience?" He laughed at his own joke still not moving from the couch.

"Just get up here before I change my mind."

"Who knew you wanted in bed with me this bad?" Chris slid into the right side of the bed and rolled over to the middle, his arm touching hers.

"Don't push it Jericho." Caylin warned, jerking her arm away from his.

"Calm down sugar britches." Caylin rolled over onto her side away from him and closed her eyes.

Chris laid awake for awhile, thinking about the conversation he just had a few minutes ago online. He looked at Caylin, then thought back to the conversation again.

No way.