A/N: So this is a little different. Stephanie and Hunter are married (of course) and Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus are dating.
"Daddy, I don't like this storyline," Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley complained. "In fact, I hate it. And yet, the creative team says that they don't need my approval this time. Explain."
"They don't need your approval," Vince McMahon told his daughter with a shrug. "I approved it already."
"Why?" she asked, amazed that her own father would do something like this to her.
"It's simple, Steph. It's good for business."
"But what Hunter and I share is real. If you put him in this storyline..."
"There's no if, baby," Vince said gently. "It's already done. He's in it."
"So it's like that, Dad?" she asked quietly.
"I'm afraid so, sweetie," he said, leaning his elbows on his desk. "You've gotta admit, Hunter and Trish have great on-screen chemistry. This storyline will be good for business."
"What about the effects it's bound to have on my personal life with my husband?" she asked desperately. "Need I remind you of what happened with Trish only a few months ago?"
"Now honey," he chided. "I've always considered you to be a team player. Are you?"
She sighed and looked down. "Yes, Daddy. I'm a team player."
"Then put your past differences with Trish aside and take this one for your old man," he said. "For the company."
"For the company," she said in a low voice. But not for my old man, because he would've prevented it! She got up and left the room without another word.
She leaned against the wall next to the door of her father's office and closed her eyes. How could he? she thought. After all the hell Trish Stratus has put me and my husband through... The tears seeped through her closed eyes and ran down her face.
She opened her eyes and saw Chris Jericho standing in front of her just a few feet away. They weren't exactly the best of friends, especially with their colorful history, but was that a look of concern on his face?
"Where the hell did you come from?" she asked wearily, wiping her tears away.
"You know I'm always nearby when you need me," he said smoothly. She glared at him, seeking the truth. He felt naked beneath her gaze, compelled to add, "And, you know, I was going to talk to your dad."
"So you've heard, then?" she asked.
He raised an eyebrow. "Heard what?"
"About the new storyline."
"What new storyline?"
"The romantic one with my husband and your girlfriend."
His mouth dropped open. He just stood there staring at her. All the memories of what had happened with Trish, Hunter, Stephanie, and himself came rushing back.
"Pick your lip up off the ground, Jericho," Stephanie teased, trying to somehow lighten the situation.
He stood there, not listening. In his mind, all he could see was the image of Hunter and Trish when he'd caught them in the shower...
Stephanie reached up and gently closed his mouth for him with one finger. "I hope I didn't look like this when Daddy told me the news," she commented, stepping back to observe him.
Still he stood there, just looking ahead of him, not actually seeing anything but those memories. Hearing those voices...
"Oooh, Hunter, Chris could never do me like this..."
"Trish, you're such a little slut. Why can't Stephanie be more like you?"
The voices were louder than anything in his mind...
"Chris?" Stephanie said, unsure.
"Must be in shock," she said, not liking the blank look in his eyes. "I better snap him out of it."
She shook his arm lightly. "Chris?"
All he could hear and see was Trish and Hunter in the shower. "No, not again," he murmured. "I can't go through this again."
"Chris, what are you talking about?" she asked nervously, shaking his arm a little harder.
"Fuck! Why are you doing this to me, you fucking whore!" he exclaimed. "And with him?"
She knew that he was reliving that day again. She knew now that she really had to snap him out of it before he got violent again...
With that, she leaned back and slapped the hell out of him, causing his head to snap back.
That sure brought him back to reality.
"What the hell did you do that for!" he exclaimed, clutching his cheek. He glared at her as he turned an angry shade of red.
"You were just staring blankly after what I told you about the new storyline. You started reliving that...day...and I got worried," she explained with a shrug that seemed to ask, What other choice did I have?
"You got worried so you slapped the hell out of me?" he asked in a tight voice.
"Well, yeah," she replied uneasily. Maybe that wasn't the most practical way to go about it, she admitted to herself.
"Un-fucking-believable, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley!" he said angrily. He rushed past her and into her father's office. She distinctly heard him mutter, "Bitch!" before the door closed.
"Well fuck you, too, Chris Jericho," she muttered, and headed to find Hunter, suddenly in a royally pissed mood...
A/N: I know, I know. I have a million and one stories to update and I keep adding new ones! What's wrong with me? The answer: I'm crazy. Yeah, that's gotta be it. I'll update this as soon as I get more ideas.