Summary: Stephanie hates playing the role of an innocent woman... What happens when her other side takes over on Halloween, and what does Y2J think of this other side?

Chapter 4

In The Mirror World: Paradisia

Stephanie felt someone shaking her softly. She groaned a little as she felt herself being lifted into someone's strong arms. She opened her eyes and looked into the eyes of the person who was lifting her up. Her breath caught in her throat and she gasped lightly as she peered up into the most beautiful blue eyes she'd ever seen.

"Jericho," she whispered, looking up at him.

"Please," Chris Jericho said in a gentle voice. "Please call me Chris."

"Chris," she said softly, clutching him as though her life depended on it. "What happened?"

He touched her forehead lightly with a concerned look on his face. "You don't remember how you got here?"

She tore her eyes away from his inquisitive ones and checked out her surroundings. They seemed to be on some kind of island in the middle of a vast expanse of water. She looked back into his eyes. "Where are we?" she asked.

"This is your dad's private island, Paradisia," he said. "Vacation spot of the WWE."

"Are we here alone?" she wondered. Her tone was curious and hopeful.

"For the moment, we're alone," he replied, standing up and helping her to her feet. She leaned on him, worried that her legs would fail to support her, but also just because she wanted to be close to his magnificent body. He put one arm loosely around her waist. "Others will be arriving soon."

"Oh," she said, looking around and noticing that the sun was shining brightly. "You know, I keep thinking that it's Halloween for some reason," she commented. "I keep thinking that it should be Halloween night."

"It is Halloween night where you came from," he said, looking at her.

"Where I came from?" she repeated, confused. "What do you mean? I'm from somewhere around here, right?"

"No, unfortunately," he said, touching her cheek lightly. "The island of Paradisia is a part of The Mirror World. I live here. You are from The Other Side." He stroked her cheek, then tucked some loose hair behind her ear and looked at her with a tender look in his eyes.

"Why are you being so nice to me, Jericho?" she asked suspiciously.

"Chris," he corrected, looking deep into her imploring eyes. "And I'm being this way because...I love you." He smiled at the look of surprise on her face. "What?" he asked innocently.

"I love you, too," she confessed with a little smile. "I've loved you for so long...but wait a minute..."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Everything's perfect, too perfect," she said. "Didn't you say that you're from here and I'm from the other side?"

"I said something to that effect, yes," he said. "I do live here. However, I'm not from here."

"Are you the real Chris Jericho, or are you his mirror image, his reflection?" she asked, hoping that he would say that he was indeed the real Chris Jericho.

"It's complicated," he said, putting one arm around her and pulling her tighter to him. "I spend most of my days here, but usually at night I'm on The Other Side. Chris...the other side of cocky and mean sometimes, but only because I'm...only because on The Other Side, I'm married to Jess. But..."

"Why are you being so sweet to me, then?" she asked. "Why did you tell me that you love me? Why?"

"Because here, I have everything that the other side of me has ever wanted," he told her, cupping her cheek. "Here, I'm married, and I'm happy in my marriage. My wife and I have no need to wear wedding bands, but still, we are married, connected in every way possible."

"Then why are your arms around me?" she asked, looking away. "You're married to someone and..." She looked down at her hand, where a golden wedding band was on her finger. She blinked back tears. "And I'm still married to Hunter..." He laughed and she looked sharply at him. "Why are you laughing? It's not funny!"

"It is funny, Princess," he said, all traces of amusement suddenly disappearing from his voice. "It's funny because you think you're married to Hunter, and you're still wearing his ring, but Steph... You're my wife."

"I'm yours?" she asked, not quite believing her ears.

"Yes, you're mine," he whispered, smiling affectionately at her. He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her softly. "You're mine..."

The Other Side: The Halloween Party

"Jericho... Oh my God, you're great," Stephy said, panting, out of breath. She tangled her fingers in his blonde hair and pulled him closer for a deep kiss. "And you taste good, too."

"You're tasting yourself," Jericho said with a laugh, kissing her back. He pulled away slowly, tugging lightly on her lower lip before fully breaking the kiss. "Sweet as honey..."

She sighed and leaned against the wall, pulling him against her. "I don't get why your wife's divorcing you," she said, yawning and rubbing her hands lightly over his bare skin.

"Don't ruin my high," he said, kissing her near her ear. He yawned a little as well. "I wonder what happened to Bischoff?"

"That little bitch," she said. "Whatever The Boogeyman did to him, he deserved it."

"Yeah, I guess," he agreed, sounding distracted. He pulled away and felt around in the dark, searching for his shirt.

She reached over and flipped the light on first, then walked over to him. "What's your problem?" she demanded, shoving him lightly with her open hand against his chest. When he didn't reply, she shoved him again. "Jericho, I'm not kidding! What's your problem?" He didn't answer her. Instead, he just pulled his shirt over his head, which made her even madder. "Jericho... Chris... Talk to me," she pleaded, one hand on his muscular arm.

"And what do you want me to say, huh?" he asked, suddenly upset. "What the hell do you want me to say?"

"I don't know," she mumbled, looking down at her hand, which was still on his arm. "Like, why'd you pull away?"

"You're bad, Stephanie," he said. "But the reason I'm pulling away is because... Well, you're married to Hunter."

"First of all, Stephanie and I are two different people... Ok, actually, we're two different sides of the same person... Still, you and I have been having so much fun tonight, and now you want to bring up that dipshit Stephanie calls a husband," she said angrily. "What I want to know is why aren't you and Stephanie married in this world?"

"I don't know," he said sadly. "I mean, I met Jess before I met Stephanie, and I married Jess and we have a son. And Stephanie married Hunter and for the most part she seems happy with him... So what am I supposed to do?"

"How about you let her know how you feel?" she suggested. "Yeah, I know you told me, but I'm that part that she manages to keep buried away under lock and key... She doesn't listen to me when I tell her to leave Hunter and go after the man who holds her heart." She rolled her eyes. "That goodie-goodie bitch won't listen to me, damn it! She's too concerned with her appearance, and she's always worried that you won't return her feelings if she approaches you."

"So let me get this straight. She wants to be with me? She wants me?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

She nodded. "She wants you...I want you... We're one and the same..." Her voice trailed off as she kissed him softly on lips. "So tell me, what are you going to do about this?"

"I want to be with you. Her... You and her," he said honestly. "You're part of the same person, right?"

"Right," she said. "So you want us, to be with us... But what are you going to do to make that happen?"

"I have an idea," he said, eyes getting bright. He took her hand. "Come with me, back to the House of Mirrors."

"Why?" she wanted to know.

"Just come with me," he said excitedly. "I have an idea, but it'll only work if all sides of us cooperate."

"Fat chance. That innocent Stephanie... She's a stubborn little something," she said. "She'll never cooperate with whatever plans you have. She's too scared."

"I have another side of me in that Mirror World, too, don't I?" he asked. She nodded. "Have you met him?"

"Met him? I'm married to him," she said, smiling. "And he loves both sides of me... That's why I didn't feel guilty about what I did to Hunter... He's not my husband. You are."

"Stephy," he whispered, putting both hands up to cup both sides of her face. He stared into her eyes. "You're mine?"

"In the Mirror World," she answered, staring back into his eyes. "If we could somehow make that a reality in this dimension, too, then that would be awesome, wouldn't it?"

"It would be better than awesome," he said, looking seriously at her. "It would be perfect."

"Then what the hell are you waiting for, Jericho?" she asked, smirking at him. "Step up, be a man, and figure out a way to make me yours...permanently."

He smirked back at her. "Come on," he said, and they headed for the House of Mirrors...

A/N: So yeah, this chapter is a bit soppy I guess... But I had to do it. I kind of just forgot about the "good" side of Stephanie over there in the mirror world, but I've fixed that problem...