Pure Intentions
Chapter Two: Misunderstanding

A/N: Wow, the postive feedback on the first chapter was incredible! Seriously, I wasn't expecting any reviews at all, let alone favorites! Thank you guys so much and I hope you enjoy the second chapter as much as the first.

"So what went down between you and Shawn Micheals?" Chris "Jericho" asked of his sister on the car ride to the hotel. Emphasizing the name of the superstar Violet had spent almost the enitirety of his own match with. She sat beside him in the passenger seat as he drove through the city of New York.

"Nothing," she answered with as much enthusiasm as her brother. "We just... talked." She told him truthfully. After all, they had spent no more than 10-15 minutes conversing with one another about one topic. Family.

"Then why we're you hugging?" He inquired with the same tone as before, as if something had happened between the two.

The younger sibling rolled her eyes. "It was a spur of the moment. I was happy because you had won a match. Because you had successfully ended John Cena's four month undefeated streak. I'm sorry for hugging the closest person within my reach."

Chris glanced at her- she had her head against the window, and her eyes were closed- and then back at the road. He was only teasing, but she always took everything so seriously.

"I'm sorry, Vi. I just don't trust anyone around you."

Violet sighed in annoyance. "Am I that big of a deal?" She shifted in her seat so that her knees were against her chest and so that she faced Chris.

The blonde haired Canadian shook his head as he neared to the hotel. "Of course you are, Vi. Your my sister, your all the family I have left- and nobody's going to take you away from me. Only if they have pure intentions." He replied, the last sentence referring to Randy Orton. Just the thought of the Viper gave both the siblings shivers.

Violet's expressioned went soft. "And those intentions would be...?" She questioned, a bit confused.

Y2J pulled into the familliar parking lot. He browsed for the nearest spot to the hotel and quickly found one, pulled the car into it and parked the vehicle.

"Those intentions would be... that the person-whoever it may be- loves you, only you and can stay faithful to you." He admitted, bringing a warm feeling to Violet. "And if they break any of the above, they get one hell of an ass-kicking. Much more brutal than the one John Cena recieved tonight." He half joked.

Violet was convinced he'd really do it- because he would. She'd do the same for him... except he was already married to a fantastic woman he had met a few years ago, so she couldn't.

"Thanks for being so protective of me, Chris." She told him as he got out of the vehicle. He walked to her side to open the door for her.

He smiled. "I'm you big brother, Vi, thats what I do. Sure we may fight, but we need eachother." The young girl yawned, she was too comfortable in the position she was in to move. Chris opted to gently pick her up and carry her.

"Just this once," He whispered to himself as he lifted her sleeping figure out of the car, shutting the door behind them, making sure to lock it afterwards.

With a bucket of freezing cold water, Hunter recklessly and carelessly tossed its contents onto the sleeping girl. Violet bolted upright the second the icy liquid hit her sleeping body and screamed. "What the fuck?!!"

Hunter was smart enough to leave the room, but not before running into Chris Jericho in the hotel hallway. Chris stopped the larger man and eyed the bucket suspiciously. "Don't tell me you've--"

"CHRISTOPHER!!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he recognized the cry at once and glared at the Game. "Your a douche."

Hunter smiled innocently, shrugged and walked away. Chris called after him. "You better watch your back!" He threatened angrily. He proceeded to his room to find a soaking wet, chilled to the bone, mad as hell, Violet.

"Who the fuck did that????!" She demanded, shivering uncontrollably. This rage was clearly written all over her, the signs being her nostrils were flaring furiously, and she had gone a deep red. Chris almost burst into laughter, but he knew it would get her even more upset so he tried his best to hide his amusement. "Don't swear!" He instructed, "It was Hunter."

"Uggggggggggggggh!" Violet grumbled, getting off of the bed. She searched through her suitcase for a change of clothes and with them, she stomped into the bathroom. Slamming the door and stripping herself out of the damned wet material.

"Tell your friend he can go screw himself!" She shouted from behind the door, causing Chris to burst into a fit of giggles. "Will do." He affirmed, leaving the room to join his fellow superstars in a brunch downstairs at the hotels restaurant.

Violet decided then she would take a shower, but before she could do so; she heard a quiet, smooth knock. She sighed, deliberatley threw on her bathroom robe, and walked to the door.

She thrust it open in one swift motion. "Don't tell me. You've forgotten your key--"

Instead of facing Chris-whom she had expected- there stood the man of the hour, Shawn Michaels.

Violet ran her hand through her strawberry blonde hair, unaware of what to do or say. HBK stood there rather awkwardly, not sure of what to make of this encounter.

"Um, Shawn," She said, "What are you doing here?"

Dressed in blue jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of cowboy boots, The Heartbreak Kid cleared his throat and shifted his feet. "Is Hunter here?" He asked. The younger Irvin narrowed her eyes, remembering that it was, in fact, the Cerebral Assasin who had dumped a pail of chilling water onto her.

"No, he isn't. And neither is Chris..." She trailed off, noticing now that he was gone. Shawn looked around anxiously, fiddling with his fingers in what seemed to be anxiety.

"Do you want to come in?" Violet asked irrationally. "I don't know where either of them went but I think Chris might've left a note..."

Nodding, the San Antonio native strode into the room, casually examing the place. As if he hadn't seen a hotel suite before.

Violet shut the door, and began her search for one of Chris' imfamous notes. She scouraged through the desk's drawers, inspected the night stands, and tiptoed to see if he had left on top of the highly placed TV.
She finally found it attached to the mini fridge with a piece of tape. Hardly able to read his hurried and messy calligraphy, Violet made out the words "brunch", "restaurant", and "will return."

"He's gone to brunch downstairs." She informed Shawn, who so happened to be occupied with his watch.

"Its broken," he muttered, who apparently had not heard what she had just said.

"So you could go see him... or wait up here."

This caused him to look up. "What?"

The puzzling look in his eyes almost made Violet grin in adoration. The older man was no doubt the cutest thing she'd ever laid eyes on. As juvenile as it sounded.

"They must be having brunch downstairs," Violet repeated, "So you can either go and see if Hunter's there... or wait here."

His eyebrows lifted up in question, and he thought over his options. "If you would have me, I'd like to wait here." Shawn chose, smiling.

Violet nodded her head. "Of course, I'll just be in the shower."

"That explains the bathrobe."

She turned back around to see his signature beam. Violet Irvin giggled. "I guess it does. Holler if you need me." As she entered her awaited shower, Shawn laid back on the bed and settled in to watch TV and wait for his partner in crime.

Violet finished putting on the last article of dry clothing, she smiled, snug and ever-so comfortable.

Then she heard the main door open and no doubtedly knew it was her brother. "Shawn?" She heard Chris ask, certainly surprised. "Why are you here? And why didn't you come downstairs?"

"Eh... I wasn't hungry." Shawn answered blantly. Aiming the remote to turn the television off.

Violet exited the bathroom, feeling the cool air cleanse her body. She breathed deeply and caught Chris' attention. He stared at her, bewildered, and glanced between her and HBK. Violet knew immediately what he was implicating, and so did Shawn.

"Chris... It isn't what it looks like." The veteran of the WWE said, standing up at once and approaching the Ayatollah of Rock 'n Rollah.

"And what does it look like?" Chris asked, a bitter tone in his voice. Violet shook her head. "Don't you talk to him like that! Nothing happened, Chris! Believe it, because its true."

Her brother paused, considering this.

Mr. Wrestlemania explained. "I just came up here to find out the whereabouts of you and Hunter. I didn't feel like going downstairs so I chose to wait here."

Chris bit his lip foolishly. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"I should go." Shawn murmured, opting towards the door.

"Wait."

He turned back around. "Hm?"

"I apologize," Chris stated shyly, "I...I'm really conservative about my sister."

Shawn chuckled. "Clearly," He agreed. "But, its alright. I would be too."

Before departing, he gazed back to Violet. "Thanks for not minding me staying here, I'll see you at RAW."

Violet smiled. "Anytime... and see you then."

The Heartbreak Kid gently clicked the door shut.

Chris sighed and apologized once again. "I'm sorry, Vi."

"Don't worry, I still love you." His sister replied, turning his apologetic expression into a smirk. "Of course you do."
With that, the two joined in a very loving embrace.

Violet still thinking about the extremely pleasant company of Shawn Michaels.

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