Chapter 7: Break the Wall Down?

When I open my eyes, I realize I'm in a hospital room. I sit partially up and look around, trying to remember how I got here. The last thing I remember was Evan and Chris talking to me. They saved me out there. Had they not ran out to save me…I don't even want to think about what could have been done to me. I let out a yawn and stretch my arms out. "Nice to see your up," a mans voice says. I smile as I recognize who's sitting next to my bed side: Jericho.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I can leave if you want," he grumpily says.

I adamantly shake my head, "Please…stay."

He nods and gestures to the bedside table, "I got you a cup of coffee."

I smile, "You honestly didn't have to."

"I know I didn't have to. I don't have to do anything. I wanted to."

I take a sip out of the coffee cup, licking my lips. It's hazelnut coffee, my favorite. "Chris…how'd you know?" I smile.

"I…I asked the barista at Starbucks what you ordered this morning," he says. I can see a faint blush coming to his cheeks. I look at him reproachfully as I wonder how he knew I was at Starbucks.

"How did you…"

"I was there with Maryse this morning and we say you come in. I wanted to invite you to sit with us but…"

I smile, "How'd I get here?"

"Well, after you passed out in the ring Evan and I had the medics run out and help you. We were really worried about you." Chris frowns. He hands me a box that's gift wrapped, "I got you something I thought you'd like."

I open it to reveal a Danielle Steele book. I wrinkle my nose in disgust, "Danielle Steele?"

"My wife use to read them. I thought you'd like it," he mutters.

I bite my lip. I know he just wants to be nice and do something good for me. "Um…Chris…this is…"

"You don't like it, do you?"

"Not to hurt your feelings but…yeah." I frown.

"I'm sorry. I… I thought…"

"You thought that just because one girl is a fan of Danielle Steele novels then they all have to be?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

He frowns, "It's been a while since I've gotten anyone a present that they didn't help pick out."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." I quickly apologize. I feel horrible. Every time he tries to do something nice for me or tries to apologize, I'm always the one who says something to ruin it.

He looks at me, studying me for a moment. It's like I'm a puzzle he doesn't understand how to solve. "Your different," he finally states.

"Excuse me?" I ask, caught off guard by his statement.

"You're different. You're not stuck up like most of the divas are but you're not overly nice like the other half of the divas. I'm not sure what to make of you," he takes a pause before saying, "And I think I like it."

I smile, "You're not exactly a common type, either."

"I'm not?"

"Chris when I first met you, you were cold and mean. Then like two hours later you came to me saying you forgave me. I messed up and you got mad. Then came the performance at the bar. You made yourself cry. You're a set of complicated boxed that I can't seem to figure out."

It's silent for a minute before he leans forward in his chair, "My name's not Chris Jericho."

"It's not?" I softly ask, sitting up.

"My name's Chris Irvine," he responds.

I think long and hard. I've heard the name Irvine somewhere before, I know I have. "Why'd you change it?"

"My dad was a famous hockey player. He told me once that if I dared to go into any sport other than hockey, he'd disown me. I used a fake name for wrestling and he never found out and when he did eventually find out he decided that it wasn't so bad."

I smile, "Why Jericho?"

"Back in Jerusalem, the wall of Jericho protected them. It was a wall no one could get in by," he says almost wistfully.

"And you associated yourself with being a person who no one can get to?"

"Yeah."

"Chris…do you mind telling me about your family?"

"Well my mom and…"

"Not the family that you grew up with. Your wife and kid," I interrupt.

He looks away, "I…I'm sure you don't want to hear about them." I can tell he honestly wants to change the subject.

"I'm sorry I brought it up. If you don't want to tell my you don't have to. I was just curious."

He looks back at me, tears sliding down his face. He wipes at them and replies, "My wife Jessica was my high school sweetheart. I loved her so much I proposed. We got married when we were eighteen. We were just two kids who rushed in. I was training to be a wrestler and she supported me 100%. Two months after I got hired she gave birth to my son Justyn. She stopped traveling with me. It started out small at first. I went out to lunch with Trish Stratus. But soon after that it turned into cheating. I was with the most beautiful of the diva's and still married to my wife. I finally, just a few months ago, told her about my nine years of infidelity."

I sit in wonder. Unfaithful for nine years? Didn't the guilt get to him? "You honestly still love your wife." I say.

"I do but I want her to be happy. If she's not happy with me then I have to let her go."

"And your son?"

"She's got full custody but I'm allowed visitation rights."

I nod, "How'd you end up with Maryse?"

He lets out a sharp bark of a laugh. It's a sound that makes you want to trust him. "She was new on Raw and I was there. She ad I paired one night as a tag team and it grew. She started out as this gracious and beautiful diva but now she's just controlling and bitchy. She wants me to propose to her but I honestly don't want to."

"And why not?"

"She's not wife material and…" he trails off.

"And what?"

"There's this other diva I think I may be in love with."

I frown, "Oh…"

Its silent and he asks, "You know who that diva is don't you?"

I look at him incredulously, "Me?"

"Yes you," he nods.

"Why? I'm a 19 year old kid. You're a lot older than me. Don't you want someone you can have an equal in?"

"Meghan, I've never met anyone like you. I told you that. And a part of me hasn't been able to get you out of my head," he replies gently.

"And you want to date me?"

He places a hand over mine, entwining our fingers, "Only if you want to date me."

What happens next seems to happen in slow motion. He leans forward and captures my lips with his. I lean into the kiss.

"Is this a bad time?" comes a voice from the doorway. I turn my head to see Evan standing at the door with a box of chocolates and a white stuffed teddy bear.

I think my life just got hella complicated.