Title: Make It Better

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pair(s): Jericho/Phil, Jeff/Adam

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 this better?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.

Warning: Slash

Part: 5/?

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"Do you, Chris Irvine, take Phillip Brooks, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" Pastor Nelson asked solemnly.

Chris smiled at the other man, slowly sliding the ring onto his hand. "I do."

"And do you, Phillip Brooks, take Chris Irvine, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" The pastor asked once more.

Phil nodded, tears collecting in his eyes. "I do."

"Then, by the power invested in me, I know declare you husband and huband. You may kiss the groom."

Gently, Chris wiped the tears from Phil's cheeks. The younger man offered him a watery smile, still trying to take everything in. It was hard to believe that all of this was actually happening. He was finally marrying the man of his dreams. They would be together forever. And no-one would ever come between them. Just then, Chris leaned in and claimed his lips in a passionate kiss. The crowd of family and friends burst into applause, causing a soft flush to color Phil's cheeks. Chris' warm arms enveloped him like a safety net, holding him close and showering him with promises to never let go. And Phil believed him…

Phil just kept moving. There was no time to look back, no time to second guess himself. The drive back to the hotel was made in silence, the soft music from the car radio long forgotten in exchange for the sound of the wind as it whipped against the car. Hesitantly, he reached up and traced a hand over his still-swollen cheek. He hated the GM with a passion, and he knew that as long as Raw and SmackDown were under his control, people were going to get hurt. It had been seen in the match with Lord Tensai vs. Alex Riley. It had been seen in the match with The Miz vs. Zack Ryder. And it ate Phil up on the inside.

His cell phone buzzed on the passenger seat, but he didn't even spare it a passing glance. He knew who it was, and he didn't want to talk to him right now. As he sped down the stretch of road, it took him a moment to realize that he had driven right past the hotel. And… after a second… he realized that he didn't care. Maybe he had never wanted to head back to the hotel in the first place. Maybe he didn't want to be surrounded by all of the memories anymore. All he wanted, no… all he needed was some extra time to think. And maybe, once all of this was sorted out, he and Chris could be happy again.

Phil curled into Chris' side instinctively, still coming down from his impressive orgasm. It was the second day of their honeymoon, and they had not left the bed unless it was absolutely necessary. More than anything, even the sex, Chris loved to hold Phil. To feel the powerful body wilt in his arms, to feel him hand over all control so easily, always made his heart flutter. He knew that Phil trusted him more than anyone else in the entire world, and he was honored by that fact. Slowly, he stroked the other man's black hair, the tendrils slick with sweat. He decided that nothing could be more perfect than this.

"Chris?" Phil asked after a minute, smiling up at the older man.

"What is it, baby?" Chris asked, leaning down to kiss Phil's forhead. The ravenette practically purred at the sentiment. "You know that you can tell me anything."

Phil's smile never faltered as he snuggled into Chris' chest. "I just wanted to tell you how much I love you."

Chris returned the smile. "I love you too."

"Forever?"

"Forever and a day."

Chris saw that Phil's eyelids had started to become heavy, so he reached down and pulled up the blanket so that they were situated comfortably underneath. The Straight-Edge Savior snuggled deeply into his side, almost as if he was trying to make their two bodies become one. Chris smiled, loving how sweet his baby was in these moments of vulnerability. These were the moments that only he was allowed to see. And he liked it like that. Gently, he continued to stroke Phil's hair until the younger man's breath evened out, and he had fallen asleep. And then, making himself comfortable, he followed Phil into dreamland.

"I hate this!" Phil exclaimed, slamming his hand down on the steering wheel so hard that a thick, red mark appeared across his palm. "I just want everything to go back to normal. I just want him to love me."

"How much do you love me?" One midsummer afternoon, when they were both out in the countryside, Phil asked this question of his husband.

"What makes you ask that?" Chris countered. Lazily, he stroked Phil's hair.

Phil frowned. "Why don't you want to answer the question?"

"Philly, baby…" Chris kissed his forehead, smiling softly when the ravenette squirmed against him. "Do you really need me to be all sappy in order to tell you how much I love you? I love you more than anything and everything. And nothing… no-one… will ever change that. Do you believe me?"

"Yeah." Phil nodded, burying his face in the crook of Chris' neck. "It's just nice to hear you say it."

"Never be afraid to ask me anything, baby. I'll always be there for you."

"And I'll be there for you. Forever."

Phil now knew where he was going. He needed time to think, away from all of the pressures of the WWE. Not wanting to worry anyone, he would call Jeff and Adam tomorrow morning and let them handle the fall-out. But, right now, he needed guidance. He needed a second opinion. And what better place to receive all that and more, than to return home?

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Tears streaked down Chris' cheeks for the first time in all of the weeks of this horrendous storyline as he climbed onto the bed, somehow knowing that Phil was not planning on returning to their hotel room tonight. He wrapped Phil's shirt around his hands, inhaling the familiar scent of his husband. He wished that he knew where the younger man was, because then he could at least know that he was safe. Silently praying that the younger man was safe, he clutched the shirt a little tighter… and fell asleep.

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