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Chris sat out on his balcony. There was a beer in his hand, but he hadn't drunk from it yet. He had thought that this would make him feel better, this beer, this alcohol, but he found that he didn't want to drink from it. He was unable to get sustenance from the liquid. He set it down on the ground next to him, leaning his feet up on the edge of the balcony, dangling over the ground.

His thoughts were on Stephanie and what they had fought about earlier. He had been slowly getting over her. It didn't hurt as much to see her, and it didn't sting whenever he saw Dave. Then she had to go and spring this on him. She had to go and say that she missed him. It was like, he was moving on and she was pulling him back to right where he had been before, and he didn't know if that's where he wanted to be.

He had had feelings for Stephanie for the longest time before they had started dating. It wasn't a crippling feeling or anything, but it had been there. When she had come to his room that night, he thought himself the luckiest man in the world. He was the luckiest man in the world at that moment. He never thought Stephanie would come to him, never thought he'd ever get to touch her or kiss her, but he had both.

Being with Stephanie was perfect, too perfect, and he should've known something was up with her. They were so good together, both of them were rude and cocky, but they could banter with the best of them. He had honestly thought they were great together, but everything had been a lie. Stephanie had been lying to him the entire time they had been together, and now she was saying that she was wrong. She was saying that she had been wrong to go after Dave, and that she had fallen for him, Chris Jericho.

And the whole thing about his arm, what had that malarkey been about? She missed his arm because it was always around her waist. It was a silly thing, stupid to miss someone's arm. If you were going to miss someone, you might as well miss all of them and not just parts of them. Who was to say that Stephanie wouldn't find another arm that was just as right for her waist? If he went back to her, she might just find another guy that she liked better and she'd run off with him.

He had lost a lot of trust for Stephanie when she had told him the truth. He could remember that night as clear as day, remember the sounds, the words, the look in her eyes and the way his heart had felt ripped in two. He had told her he loved her and she had ripped his heart out. He had been such a fool for falling for her. But how could he help it really? She had never given him the indication that she was really interested in another guy, and he had never looked for anything amiss.

He needed to stop thinking about her though. He had to move on. He had to move on for his own sake. He couldn't just let her rule over him. He couldn't let her use him again, he just couldn't. But then she had said she wasn't asking him to come back to her. She had just wanted to say that she missed him. That was it, nothing else, and she had even said she didn't deserve him. But what if she was just trying to mislead him again? This could just be more scheming.

He needed to sleep. He wanted to stop thinking about her. He wanted to move on. He needed to move on. Stephanie was a bump in the road of his life. Yes, he had fallen in love with her, but that was over. She had made that over the moment she had told him the truth. After that, nothing else mattered, because she had made it irrelevant. He got up, leaving the full beer bottle on the ground behind him. He just needed to rest now.

It was nighttime. The night was still, reaching that hour when things seemed to slow down and pause for just a moment. The air was calm, neither blowing, nor stagnant, but just calm enough to feel like there was no sound to be carried. The halls of the hotel were empty, quiet, the light shining off the loud carpet and nothing more. Everyone seemed to be asleep.

Stephanie was asleep as well, the only sound in her hotel room being the soft buzz of the mini-fridge and the rhythmic breathing from Stephanie herself. She shifted in the large bed, hitting nothing but cold blankets and sheets. She didn't have anyone. Dave wasn't what he turned out to be, and Chris wanted nothing to do with her. But tomorrow was another day and she would go on.

She looked peaceful now, her dark hair a stark contrast from the white of the pillowcases she was lying on. The blanket was pulled up to her neck, keeping her warm from the cold that had settled itself nicely onto the unoccupied parts of the bed. The clock on the nightstand blinked out the time, 2:48 in the morning, though Stephanie was too asleep to notice the time at all. But someone was noticing the time.

Suddenly, the doorknob was turning, breaking the pristine silence in the room. The light flooded in as the door opened, but quickly disappeared back into the hallway as the door was quietly shut. Then there was the inky darkness again, and the room became seeped in it until there were almost no distinguishable shapes. The dark mass went into the bedroom, and undressed, leaving a trail of clothes, before climbing into the bed and turning over to fall asleep.

Stephanie awoke an hour later, the night still dark, but not so threatening. She yawned and rubbed the arm that was thrown across her stomach. Then she gasped as she realized that wasn't her arm across her stomach. No, this arm was just the right weight, and just the right…

"Chris," she whispered, her voice still hoarse with sleep.

"Hmm?" he mumbled, not giving a positive or negative response, sort of just grunting.

"You're here," she breathed, turning on her side to face him. "What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"Well, you said you missed my arm, and I sort of come attached to it, so if you want the arm, you're going to have to take the rest of me as well," he told her, opening his eyes to look at the dark shape she made.

Stephanie reached out to make sure he was real, brushing the hair out of his face, and then reaching over him to turn the lamp on to the lowest setting, which gave off just enough light to give the room a soft glow. She laid back down facing Chris and smiled, her eyes shining with exhaustion, but with something else as well. She touched Chris's face again and ran her thumb over his cheek.

"How did you get in my room?"

"Bribes."

She nodded, "So if I want your arm, I have to take the whole thing?"

"The whole thing," he said, reinforcing her question.

"I'll take it," she grinned. "But I don't understand…you were so angry with me."

"Well, they don't call them epiphanies for nothing, you know," he said. "You went into something thinking it would go one way and it didn't. You told me that you were using me, and that hurt so much--"

"And I'm so sorry that happened," Stephanie interjected. "I realized that I was so wrong."

"I know," he said kindly. "But you got what you wanted after we broke up, and you realized that it wasn't for you."

"No, it wasn't. I thought it would be great, but it wasn't. Dave's a good friend, but he's…not what I need."

"And then you realize that I'm the one that you need, and I have needed you for so long," Chris told her honestly. "And I thought to myself, why should I let her go if I don't have to? You screwed up big time, you hurt me big time, but Stephanie, you're the woman that I want, and I have to suck it up and swallow that hurt."

"Chris, no, you don't, because you have my sincerest apology for what I did. I shouldn't have done it; it was awful of me to use you like that."

"Yeah, it was, and I was thinking about it earlier, and I really didn't want to come back here. I didn't want to come back to you."

"You shouldn't have," she agreed.

He touched her face. "Don't talk like that."

"But it's true," she said sheepishly. "I don't deserve you."

"Let's not talk about who deserves whom ok? It's not about me deserving you or you not deserving me. If I want to be here then that's my decision. I can be here if it's my choice to be here."

"But after what I did, Chris, you didn't deserve--"

He pushed his finger against her lips and then replaced his finger with his mouth, kissing her mouth softly. She sighed happily against his lips as she felt them on hers. "I said stop talking about deserving this or not."

"Ok, I'll try."

"You won't try, you're going to, because I don't want to hear it, really, I don't. If you do, I'll walk out again and then where are you going to get another arm? The morgue?"

She laughed, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. She stared down at him, "You're really here."

"I'm here, so don't go walking into my matches unannounced so I lose my focus and then lose," he told her, staring up at her eyes, which were dancing in happiness.

"I'll have to come back with you," she said excitedly. "And we'll get you the World Title. I swear, we'll get you the title. I'll talk to Daddy and he'll…"

"Ok, you're going a little bit overboard," he told her, grabbing her hands and holding them in his own. "I don't need any of that, no matter how enticing it is."

"I thought you were dating Lita," Stephanie admitted guiltily, "when I saw you talking to her the other day. I heard something about a date."

"It wasn't a date, Lita has a crush on someone and I was asking her out on a 'date' in order to grill her for more information about said guy. I was actually playing a go-between with them."

"Oh," she said, sighing in relief. "I'm so happy you're here."

"Good, it'd kind of suck if you hated that I was here."

"Never!"

"So can I go to sleep now, or are you going to sit on me the entire night?" Chris asked playfully.

"You want to sleep!" she exclaimed incredulously.

"It's 3:30 in the morning, I'm sorry if I'm not exactly up for sex," he said. "Maybe if you had woken up when I got here, I might've felt like it, but I'm tired, but maybe in the morning?"

"Definitely in the morning," Stephanie nodded, leaning down to press her body to his and kiss him deeply.

"NOW can I go to bed?"

Stephanie nodded and rolled over so she was next to him again. She sat up and reached over again to turn off the light. The room was silent once again, but not as silent as it was before. Chris and Stephanie fell into sleep rather easily, letting what was left of the night roll over them, and lull them to sleep again. Their breathing filled the room with sound. Stephanie had a smile on her face as she fell asleep, Chris next to her again.

A familiar weight on her stomach.

And that was just what she needed.

THE END