Title: Make It Better

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Drama

Pair(s): Jericho/Phil, ?/Phil

Summary: Sequel to Please, Don't Leave Me. Chris has finally pushed Phil too far. After his actions on Raw, it seems as if there is no way for him to redeem himself in Phil's eyes. Is there any way to make it better?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs.

Warning: Slash, Violence

Part: 3/?

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The next time that Chris saw his husband was on Sunday. The entire roster had recently arrived in the new city, and were currently experiencing a night on the town before their matches the following night. Chris had broken off from the pack somewhere along the road, choosing instead to take up residence in the corner of a little café who claimed to have the Best Coffee in the World. The slogan suited him, if nothing else. He was, after all, the best in the world at all that he did…

Slowly, he stirred sweetener into the coffee, just taking a moment to think. Maybe it was all the jibes at Phil's talent, claiming that he had somehow plagiarized Chris. Or maybe it was the constant remarks about his family. It could possibly be the last incident on Raw. And then there was the chance that it was all three combined. He raised the ivory mug to his lips, taking a small sip and relishing the sweetness of the hot liquid. It soothed him and warded off the small chill from the air conditioner.

That's when he saw them. He had been foolish to think that he would be able to steal a moment away from the rest of the commotion that seemed to follow him wherever he went. But this time, it wasn't commotion. It was the heartbreaking scene of Phil, his Phil, laughing as John scribbled a small note on his hand because there was a lack of paper. Where was his ring? Because it certainly wasn't on his hand! Chris fumed, squeezing the mug so hard that his fingers turned a vibrant red.

And then, John kissed him. Not a full-out kiss on the lips, but a small peck on the cheek. And… Phil… let… him. He didn't fuss about Chris being the only one allowed the privalege of kissing that beautiful face – well, besides his family of course, but that was another matter entirely. He didn't fuss about the fact that he was married. No, he just let it happen. In fact, he even flashed a smile at the older man and said something to him that Chris couldn't quite decipher. And then, John vanished. Chris slammed some bills down onto the table, before he wandered over to Phil.

"Hello, Phil." He bit out, trying desperately to keep hold of his emotions. It wouldn't do to lash out at the man and lose this much-needed opportunity. "I see that you were talking with John."

"Yeah. Is that a problem?" Phil asked, grabbing his water and taking a sip.

The small action revealed the numbers written on the palm of his hand. The bastard had given Phil his phone number. "Actually, it is. Isn't John with Mike?"

"They've been having some problems. They're broken up at the moment. Why?"

Chris continued as if he hadn't heard him. "And aren't you with me?"

"I don't know. Am I?"

Chris narrowed his eyes at the younger man, quickly losing his patience. He wasn't in the mood for Phil to be a smartass. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that maybe I just don't want to be married to you anymore. It means that maybe I made a mistake saying yes in the first place." He took a calming breath. "You promised me that you would try to not hurt me, but the truth of the matter is that you haven't tried very hard, have you?"

"Like I said before, I'm only doing what Creative tells me to do. Chris Jericho and Chris Irvine are two completely different people. I thought you would understand that." Chris said.

"Well, in this case, they're both arrogant assholes."

Phil put a few bills down onto the table, before he grabbed his stuff and started toward the door. But Chris wasn't done just yet. This conversation wasn't over. So Phil thought that he was an arrogant asshole, huh? All Chris had ever done was try and take care of him, to love him like he deserved to be loved. And what did he receive in return? All of that love, all of that affection, thrown back in his face like it didn't matter at all. He followed Phil out to his car, slamming the door closed seconds after Phil opened it.

"What the hell, Irvine?" The all-too-familiar words spilled from Phil's mouth.

Chris slammed his lips against Phil's, feeling the familiar spark flutter between them and knowing that Phil felt it too. When the need for air became too great, he pulled back. "Well… this 'arrogant asshole' still loves you, whether you love me or not. And I will win you back."

"You always say that you'll take care of me. That you'll make it better." Phil said. "But then, you turn around and pull an even stupider stunt. How is that supposed to make me feel?"

"I never meant to hurt you, baby…"

"Yeah, well, look how that worked out." Phil rolled his eyes, before he reached into his pocket and pulled out his ring. With a sigh, he put it in Chris' hand. "You can have this back. I don't need it anymore."

Chris stood, frozen, not able to believe what had just happened. In that time, Phil managed to climb into the car and drive off. But Chris continued to stare at the small, gold band. Phil was willing to just walk away from him, from them, and leave it all behind…. Maybe Phil had never loved him. But no, that couldn't be true. Chris knew that Phil still loved him, somewhere deep down. He would just have to awaken that instinct within him… somehow.

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