A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, everyone, this story is so quickly gunning up my favorites to write and I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. So hope you enjoy and make God and all the angels happy by leaving a review. ;)

"I'm dating Hunter now."

"As if I didn't know," Chris says and I swear he's rolling his eyes at me. I can't see him at the moment, and no, he hasn't disappeared again, and no, he's not some disembodied voice floating around my head, he's just behind me at the moment as I get ready for Raw.

"I just thought I would tell you, you know, common courtesy," I explain, though it feels like I'm going something else, but I won't admit what that something else is to anyone except myself. But maybe he knows, maybe his intuition is better than I could ever imagine. There is so much to Chris that I just don't know; he has such an unfair advantage over me.

"How is that common courtesy," he wonders, "I know who you go out with, I'm constantly around, it's not like the rest of the world is invisible to me, Steph."

Sometimes, against my better judgment, I wish the rest of world was invisible to him. Ha, it's not enough his entire existence revolves around me, now I want everyone to be invisible on top of that. "Chris, do you look at other women?" I don't know where that question came from and I don't know how he'll answer that and great, now I really am trying to make him something he's not. I've got to get these feelings under control. I know what I'm starting to feel. Chris tells me I don't know my own feelings, but I know my feelings. I won't say them aloud and I'll try to push them out of my brain, but they're in there and the moment I voice them, I'm doomed.

"Well, of course I see other women," he tells me and I can see that he's genuinely confused about the question. "The world is filled with them."

He doesn't have desire, I remind myself, he's not your typical man. Hell, maybe he's not even a man, wait of course, he's not a man, he's an angel, which is beyond a man. He wears different things, though everything has a cross on it, go figure, but I don't think he has a closet somewhere. He probably just thinks the clothes and there they are, maybe it's just for my benefit. He's not trying to look good for anyone except maybe the big guy upstairs. But now I start to wonder what's underneath the clothes. I mean, I don't think he needs to use the bathroom and why would he? Are there really going to be bathrooms in heaven, little stalls with a girl angel and a boy angel on them? Maybe he's like the Ken dolls I had as a child, just nothing there, only a shapeless mass. He has no…need for those nether regions.

"Sorry, I know, I was just talking aloud to myself," I try and make the save, she shoots, she…misses, might as well go for the rebound. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"You're gorgeous," he says nearly immediately and I feel like the glow he always has, has been transmitted to me. Then reality hits," Every one of God's creations are beautiful, even the evil ones who lose their way, God created them beautiful, but their choices made them ugly."

Oh. That's right. An angel isn't going to call me ugly. He sounded like a robot right then, like that answer was ingrained into his head under troubleshooting if your person starts to feel like they're ugly, just go ahead and remind them that all God's creatures are beautiful. I put on my cool face and casually say, "That's a really nice sentiment, I think a lot of people need to hear that so they can feel good about themselves." There another save for Stephanie McMahon.

"I just think I happened to luck out and got the most beautiful girl in the world."

I turn to him and he has that earnest "This is not bullshit" look on his face. He means it. I turn back around so he doesn't see that I'm beaming at his words, positively beaming. "You sure that thinking isn't going to get you in trouble with the boss?" I ask him playfully.

"If I have to turn into a rogue angel now, so be it," he says so nonchalantly that my smile gets wider.

"You also haven't seen every girl in the world."

"Don't need to, I know what I know."

"Chris?"

"What now?" he asks, acting like he's exasperated with the line of questioning.

No, Stephanie, don't do it! Don't do it! "What's underneath your clothes?" Oh great, you've don't it now. I don't dare look at him and for a moment, the room is so silent I'm sure he's left again, leaving me to feel humiliated and completely alone. Then I hear laughing, his laughing, that clear, beautiful laugh. I feel like I now understood the meaning to those Beatles lyrics, "There were bells on a hill, but I never heard them ringing, no I never heard them at all…'til there was you." I look back at him again and he was just laughing, but he wasn't laughing at me, just at the question. I had to laugh too, his was just so infectious.

"Wow, never thought I'd get asked that question."

"I was just curious," I explain.

"I'm built like a man, Stephanie," he tells me, "take from that what you will."

"But you don't…need those parts, what do you do with them?"

"They're just there," he laughs.

"Oh, okay," I say, blushing a little bit thinking about those parts. How terrible to just have them there and never being able to use them in that way.

"If you don't get ready, you're going to be late and since I've been around your father just as much as you have, I know how important being on time is, so would you stop picturing me naked and get ready?"

I'm blushing again and I quickly grab my powder, smattering it on my face to try and cover up the redness seeping into my skin. Thankfully, he doesn't materialize in front of me and ask why my makeup is no caked on my face so much that I look like a two dollar whore. I brush off some of the powder, sighing at the thoughts invading my head again. Why couldn't he be a man, a real man? But then if he was, if he looked like he does and walked around on the streets looking like that, there would be no chance for me. Some hot woman would have snatched him up and I'd meet him and have to see that godawful wedding ring and imagine what could have been. So maybe he just has to be mine in this way.

"I'm ready," I finish, puckering my lips together. "How do I look?"

"Beautiful as always," he tells me, knowing I was fishing for a compliment. I'm shameless sometimes, I know. There's a knock at the door and I look to it, wondering who's there and I look to Chris. "I can't see through doors, Stephanie."

I roll my eyes and go to the door, answering it. It's Paul and I smile. "Hey there, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I didn't know if you had a ride to the arena and being the great boyfriend that I am, I wanted to know if you wanted to ride with me?" he answers.

"That is very sweet of you," I let him know and it is very considerate of him to think of me like he is. If I can't…well to say that since Chris isn't…Paul is good for me is what I'm trying to say, I'm not settling for him or anything. Not that it would be settling per se because Chris is just my guardian angel.

"Remember what I said about all God's creations being beautiful, this guy may be the exception." I nearly gasp because Chris's' voice is right next to my left ear and when I glance out of the corner of my eye, he is right over my shoulder. I gasp a little and Paul looks at my strangely.

"Stop," I hiss.

"Are you okay?" Paul asks me. "Do you not want to go with me because that's okay."

"No, no, no, I'm good, let me just grab my purse and we can go."

"Are you sure, I don't want to force you or anything."

"I just don't get it, I mean, he's a good guy, I guess," Chris said, his head still right next to me and if he breathed, I'd feel it. As it is, if I squint a little, just a little and concentrate, I can pretend like I can actually feel his chin on my shoulder, like he's right there, like he could wrap his arms around me and hold me and I wouldn't have to just hear his voice, look, but not touch. I never realized how important touching was until I started paying attention to Chris. I still remember, with clarity only Chris could know, the feeling of reaching out to touch him and nothing being there. Never have I longed to touch something more than I wish I could touch him. Just hold his hand, that's all…

"Stephanie?"

I open my eyes wider. Paul is now looking at me again, studying my face. "Sorry, I'm just tired today, kind of dead on my feet."

"Don't blame you," Chris says, "being around Paul would bore me too."

"I don't blame you," Paul nearly echoes. "All this traveling really takes it wear and tear on you. Maybe you can skip the show tonight, I'm sure your dad will understand you taking one night off, one of his wrestlers, never, but you, I think he would make the allowance for you."

"Thanks, but no, I'm just one of you when he's at work," I tell him. "Let me just grab my purse."

I turn to grab my purse and I am aware that I just walked through Chris. He doesn't even notice or make a movement, but he turns to watch me. I grab my purse from the chair it was sitting on and then turn back to the door. Chris and Paul are both standing there and they're both looking at me. I just take a second to look at them both. Chris has that glow about him and he's smiling, but only halfway. The right side of his mouth it just turned up a little, ever so slightly. Paul is grinning at me. They're so different looking, but they both care about me, but…but is it really the way I want it, are things the way I want them?

No.

"Let's go," I tell Paul, pushing those thoughts away. The sooner I get off this silly idea about Chris, the sooner I'll be better off instead of entertaining these thoughts. What the hell can I do, go to God and ask him to please change Chris? Yeah, I don't know how to get an appointment with God unless I kill myself and this isn't Romeo and Juliet. Chris is my guardian angel and he'll just be there to protect me. I grab Paul's hand as I leave, letting the door close behind me. Chris is on my other side, just walking with us and I wish I could push him away, just shove him and that smirk off his face.

"You look really pretty tonight." It doesn't feel the same, I know this.

"Thanks." He kisses my temple. I smile because it's nice. It's a nice feeling to have someone and I lean into him a little bit and he wraps his arm around my shoulder. We head for the elevators and then downstairs and it's only then I see Sean Waltman and BG James. Oh great, I have to ride with them. Paul must have seen my face because he leans in to whisper to me, "It's okay if they come along, right? I'll make sure you get shotgun."

"Yeah, it's fine," I nod even though I would have rather it just be us.

"You're a liar," Chris sing-songs in my ear.

"Shh."

"Did I say something?" Paul asks.

"Oh no, sorry, just, shh, we don't want them to hear us talking about them."

"Oh come on, man," Sean says as we approach. "This is what you kept us waiting for? We could've been gone already."

"She's not a this," Paul tells him and I like that he's defending me, I can't help it. "She's my girlfriend and she's coming with us."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know she's your girlfriend," Sean mutters, then speaks up. "Can we just get the hell out of here now?"

"Let's roll," Paul says geekily and Chris is laughing heartily.

"Who even says that?" he says. Sean looks back to glare at me and I glare back at him as Paul holds me a little tighter. I look back at Chris and he's looking thoughtfully at the ground. I want to call for him, but I can't without drawing attention to myself. I try to pierce him with my gaze and he must feel it because he looks up and at me. His face is more serious now and then he looks at me and his face slowly lifts into a smile, a serene one as if there's some sort of calm falling over him, like stars falling around him. I'm stricken for a moment and he just stares at me and it's a look I've never seen him have before. It's concentrated and hard and piercing and him. What's he thinking about? Me? Well, probably, but what about me? Why is it so piercing?

I stop thinking and turn my head back around as Paul gently leads me out of the building. Chris is still looking, still staring at me, so much concentration on his face. I just wonder what he's thinking about, but I can't ask him and if I did, maybe he wouldn't tell me. I have to stop focusing so much on him, on these feelings that are inside me that can't come to fruition. I need to catch myself or I will fall…harder than I have fallen, I guess.

God, it's Stephanie, I need your help with something…