Title: Make It Better

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Hurt/Comfort

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

Summary: Sequal 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

Part: 6/?

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Chris was not surprised to find that he awoke to an empty bed. Lazily, he stretched out, Phil's t-shirt still wound around his hands. The tears that had once streaked down his face were dried, but he felt as if there were still more to come. Taking a deep breath, he sat up and climbed out of bed, walking over to the suitcase that belonged to his husband and putting the shirt back where it belonged. But the second that the soft material fell from his hands, he felt as if he had lost a part of himself. That he had lost Phil.

He shook his head, leaning against the wall and sliding down slowly. If someone had told him that this would happen on his wedding day, he would have never believed them. Because he and Phil were meant for eachother. And even if Phil didn't believe in luck or destiny, as cliché as it sounded, the day that Phil walked into Chris' life was the luckiest day of his life. Like he had told him so many times, he couldn't imagine life without him… no, he didn't want to imagine a life without him. Not when Phil had already made his life a thousand times better.

With a sigh, he reached back into the bag and pulled out the shirt. Carefully unfolding it from the bundle that it had been in, he realized that it was Phil's 'Best in the World' t-shirt. That was what had caused this whole dilemma in the first place. If Jericho hadn't been so damn jealous of that fact that another claimed to be the 'Best in the World', then Irvine wouldn't have to deal with the fallout. It hurt to think that Phil really thought that he felt that way. Why couldn't Phil realize that, in Chris' eyes, he was the Best in the World?

Taking out his cell phone, he stared at it for a minute. If he even dared to call the younger man, would he answer? Would he hang up when he found out who was on the other end? And was all of this worth the risk, just to hear his voice one more time? Chris contemplated all of these questions for a moment. In the end, he realized, he couldn't handle another horrible rejection. With each denial, he felt his heart slowly shattering. And he didn't think that he could pick up all of the pieces alone…

However, it would seem as if he didn't have a say in whether or not he wanted to talk. His phone went off seconds later, and Chris looked at the caller ID. Jeff Hardy. Long ago, before they had been married, Phil had insisted that Jeff and Chris exchange numbers 'just in case'. But Chris had never wanted to dwell on that 'just in case' scenario. Now, his heart froze in his chest. What if something had happened to Phil? What if he was hurt, or sick, or dead? No, he couldn't think like that! He had to remain calm!

"Hello?" He answered, unable to keep his voice from trembling.

"Chris?" Jeff asked hesitantly. Chris made an affirmative noise. "Look – I don't want to do this. You don't want to do this. So let's make this quick, okay?"

Chris felt like he was about to faint. "Okay…"

"Late last night, Phil sent me a text saying that he was 'done' with all of this. I kinda just thought that he was done with the bastard of a GM, so I didn't think too much of it…"

"What do you mean he's 'done'?" Chris exclaimed.

"Would you let me finish?" Jeff asked, exasperated.

"Fine."

He could almost hear Jeff roll his eyes. "Anyway, I got a call from him this morning, saying that he was about to catch a direct flight out of Orlando to Chicago. He said that he needed some guidance from his mother. And, if he recieves the answers that he needs, he'll be back."

"And if he doesn't?" Chris was afraid to ask, but he did so anyway.

"He didn't say."

Chris looked down at the shirt that he still held in his hands. "Well… thanks."

"Whatever." Jeff said, his current mood obviously less than cheery. "Just… don't… screw… this… up. Or I will hunt you down. Understood?"

Chris nodded, even though the high-flyer couldn't see it. "Understood."

"Good."

Then, the line went dead. Chris stared at the phone for a minute, a little bit afraid. Taking a much-needed breath, he tossed it across the floor and pulled the material of the t-shirt tighter in his hands. It was stretched as far as it could go without tearing… and Chris really didn't want to tear it. Phil would kill him, and Phil was already mad enough at him as it was. So, he thought back to the conversation with Jeff. What did Phil meant when he said that he was 'done'? Did it have to do with their relationship? With his job?

But out of all of this, Chris was mostly afraid of the advice that would come from Phil's family. Most of them were unaware that Phil had also agreed to this storyline… and it really didn't look good for Chris. Of course, he had met the entire family at the wedding. Phil's mother had been ever-so kind to him, and his father had been very welcoming. They were the perfect family. And Chris had been so glad to be able to be considered a part of that family. But now that he had hurt Phil, would the tides turn?

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A/N: Well, that's it for this chapter. I would've made it longer, but I'm participating in a sunrise service in a half an hour and I have to go get ready. More updates to come soon! Thanks for reading and please review!