TAKING OVER ME

A/N: I was listening to this song by Evanescence, "Taking Over Me," and this story just begged to be written! It was kind of long, so I broke it into two parts. I'll post part two either late tonight or sometime tomorrow. I think it's...interesting. Please R&R! Thanks! And now...on with the story!

PART 1

You don't remember me but I remember you.

I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you.

But who can decide what they dream?

And dream, I do...

Stephanie McMahon laid awake in the bed in her hotel suite, looking up at the ceiling in the dark. She couldn't stop thinking about him no matter how hard she tried not to. It was just so difficult, the fact that he was back now. He'd left her, left the company, to pursue other goals. Now a year later, he was back, and he acted like he didn't remember anything that had happened between them. They weren't even friends anymore. Never mind the fact that they'd ended their affair back in October of the previous year, merely ten months before. It was like he'd forgotten about her and about everything they had once shared with each other...

She hadn't forgotten, though. She had a constant reminder with her at all times...

After staring up at the dark ceiling for a long time, she drifted off into a fitful sleep, plagued by dreams and memories of the time they had spent together... The dream that was most frequent came again that night, the dream she had in which she remembered their final night together...

"Chris, you came," Stephanie whispered when she opened the door to her hotel suite and saw him standing there. She stood there and observed him for a minute, taking in his glorious appearance, before speaking again. "I didn't think you would show up..."

"I couldn't resist you," Chris Jericho whispered, stepping inside the suite and closing the door behind him. Instantly, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, holding her as close to him as he possibly could. It had been two whole months since he'd left the WWE, two months since he'd last held her like this, and he missed it. He had to make tonight the best night he could possibly make it, because he knew this was going to be the last time that he could be with her. She didn't know it yet, but he knew it, and the very idea of it was painful to him... But some things just had to be done. He had a wife at home, and a son. He had a family. This affair with Stephanie, a married woman, had to stop. He had to end it.

But he had to be with her this one last time, and he had to make it memorable enough so that the memory could last for a lifetime...

"I need you so much, Chris," she whispered, baring her neck to him as his lips found their way to her soft skin. She threaded her fingers through his hair and closed her eyes, just letting the feel of his perfect lips on her skin take her away. "It's been too long..."

"I agree," he murmured against her skin. He pulled away from her and scooped her up into his arms. He saw the questioning look in her eyes, and he answered her question before she even opened her mouth. "We're not going to just be wild tonight, Steph... For me, it's not just about having sex with you tonight..."

"Then what is it about?" she asked a minute later when he carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. She looked up at him, at the expression on his face, and she felt her heart breaking. She could tell by the expression on his face what he was going to say next.

"Steph..." He sat down on the bed next to her and she sat up. He took one of her hands in his and looked away. This was just so hard for him to do... "Tonight is our last night together."

His admission didn't surprise her very much. She had known this day would be coming, she just hadn't known when. Now, it was here, and what else could she do but accept it? She couldn't help the tears that came to her eyes, though, and she looked away. "So this is it for us, huh?" she asked softly.

"As much as I don't want it to end, yeah," he replied in a voice just as soft as hers. "I don't want this to end, but I just keep thinking about the people we're betraying, about everyone this could hurt... I don't want that to happen..." He looked at her then, and he felt even worse when he saw her tears. He reached up to wipe her tears away with a gentle hand. "I'm sorry, Steph..."

"Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong," she said, smiling a little through her tears. "In fact, you've been so perfect to me..." Her voice trailed off and she sighed. What would she do without him? She didn't have the slightest idea how to answer that question, but now she knew that they had to make tonight a memorable one... And with that in mind, she leaned over and kissed him again...

Quite a while later, they both laid next to each other in silence, looking up at the ceiling. He didn't know what to say, and she didn't, either. He pulled her tightly against him, trying to memorize the way she felt against him. He needed as many memories as he could get, because he knew that without the memories and without her, he would go crazy. He didn't know how he was going to go on and what he would do, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to see her again...

After a few minutes, he pulled away from her and sat up. "Where are you going?" she asked him in a worried voice.

"I have to leave," he said quietly, looking at the wall.

"Already?" she asked incredulously. He nodded, and she went on. "Why?"

"If I don't leave now, I won't be able to," he told her, turning to look at her.

She closed her eyes for a minute and uttered a low swear. "Can you just stay with me for a little longer?" she asked him finally. "I just need you to hold me..."

He couldn't resist her, he just couldn't. He slipped back in the bed and pulled her to him again. They laid face to face, just looking at each other, neither one speaking. He wanted to tell her how she made him feel but he knew that it would just complicate things even more... But then he realized that he would never get the chance to tell her if he didn't tell her now, and so he made up his mind to do it.

"Steph," he whispered, looking at her.

"Yeah?"

"I love you." Even though he'd never told her those three words, they came out of his mouth easier than he'd ever imagined it would. He meant it, too. He loved her.

"I love you, too," she whispered back, and then she hid her face from him and cried against him. He just held her and let her cry, and soon she fell asleep in his arms...

When she woke up the next morning, he wasn't there. She looked all around in the suite for him, for some kind of note or clue, but she found none. He was truly gone. She couldn't help but sit down on the bed and let the tears come again...

Stephanie woke up with tears already coming from her eyes. She couldn't keep dreaming about that time when they were together last. It only made her cry more, and it made the wounds deeper, those wounds that never seemed to heal... She looked at the man lying next to her, her husband Hunter... At one point in her life, he was the only man who had ever mattered to her, but then Chris came along...

"Steph," Hunter mumbled with a little yawn, as if he had sensed that she was awake.

"Y-yes?" she asked, quickly trying to get rid of the tears. She didn't want him to ask her why she was crying again... "Something wrong?"

"The baby's crying," he said in a tired voice. "Your turn."

She got up and walked over to the crib where her baby boy was crying. She picked him up and walked around with him, patting him on the back to calm him down. It was times like these that she thought of Chris the most. He didn't even know that he had another son... No one knew it except for her...

I believe in you...

I'll give up everything just to find you.

I have to be with you,

To live, to breathe, you're taking over me.

That night at Raw, Stephanie sat in her office and looked at her son. She had wanted to name him after Chris, but it had been hard to convince Hunter to let her do that. In the end, he had given in and let her name him Christopher, but he had chosen the middle name. She didn't care, as long as her son had his father's first name. It was important to her, and she didn't know why... Maybe because it reminded her of Chris even more...

Her phone rang then, and she hurriedly answered it. "Stephanie, do you have those papers I told you I needed?" Vince McMahon asked.

"Yes, Daddy, I have them," she answered. "Are you going to send someone for them?"

"I don't trust anyone else with those papers except for you," he replied. "So could you bring them, please?"

She agreed, and less than five minutes later, she was walking down the hallway, trying to find her dad's office. "Silly me, I should've asked him where his office was," she scolded herself, holding her son up and trying not to drop the papers she was holding. She saw a figure walking in front of her, and she called out to him. "Excuse me, but do you know where..."

Chris turned around and looked at her, eyes landing first on the little baby in her arms, then on her face. "Do I know where what?" he asked her finally.

"Where my dad's office is?" she finished, unable to look away from him. She could barely breathe as his eyes burned into hers. He stepped closer, and for one brief instant, she thought she saw him look at her the way he had looked at her all those months ago... But just like that, the look was gone, replaced by a cool, distant look.

"Nope, I sure don't," he answered. He looked at the baby again, curiosity in his eyes. "So, uh, how old is your baby?"

Our baby, she said mentally, but she didn't say it out loud. "He's one month old," she answered. "Pretty young to be around this place, but I couldn't just sit around at home and think about you. I had to find a way to stay busy, and this is it."

"What's his name?" he asked, subtly ignoring what she'd said about sitting home thinking about him.

She swallowed hard but forced herself to keep looking at him. "His name's Chris, but we call him LC... Don't ask me why."

"You named your son Chris?" he asked, surprised.

"It's a beautiful name," she said, because she didn't know what else to say about it.

"It's just like you to do something like that," he said angrily, and he stalked off before she could even think of a reply.

She watched him go, feeling like he had taken yet another piece of her heart with him when he had stalked away. She still loved him, even though he was acting like a jackass... He was still always on her mind, always. What she wanted to know was what had happened to him. Why was he so cold and distant towards her? Where was the Chris she had known all those months ago?

I'd give anything to have him back, she thought sadly, then turned and started walking again, in search of her father's office.

Have you forgotten all I know, and all we had?

You saw me mourning my love for you,

And touched my hand...

I knew you loved me then.

"Oh, Steph, there you are," Vince said, standing in the doorway to his office. "And there's my adorable little grandson, LC."

"Yep, here we are," Stephanie said absently, still distracted by her encounter with Chris a few minutes before.

"I always wondered why you and Hunter decided to name him Chris," he said, touching the baby's face. "And why do you call him LC?"

'Yeah, it's a funny story," she said uncomfortably. She held out the papers for him to take, and when he took them, she turned and began to walk away.

"Actually, I need you stay here for a while. I have a meeting with someone, and I could really use your help. Are you up for it?"

"My help?" she asked in disbelief. Since when had her father needed her help with anything? And since when did he actually ask for her help?

"Yes, your help. You're the creative mastermind around here, and I think you'll know what's best for this particular person," he said, one hand on her arm. He led her into his office and guided her over to a chair. "Now you sit right here while I go get some...stuff... And if my talent comes in, tell him I said to take a seat and wait for me." And with that, he was gone, leaving her and her son all alone.

She sat her son down, holding him carefully in front of her on her lap, looking at him. He sucked on his pacifier and looked up at her curiously, and she smiled down at him. "You look so much like him," she said softly. "You have his hair and his nose, and especially those beautiful blue eyes..." She wondered how Hunter and the rest of the world hadn't realized that this baby wasn't Hunter's. Wasn't it obvious?

Just then, the door opened, and she turned around to see who this so-called "talent" was. She was surprised to find that it was Chris.

"What is this, a setup?" Chris asked, frowning at her. "I should've known..."

"No," she said quickly, shaking her head. "Daddy told me that he needed me here to help him out creatively." She gestured to the seat next to hers. "So, take a seat. He'll be right back."

Chris grumbled and grudgingly plopped down in the chair, not bothering to look at her. Instead, he looked away and tried to distract himself from the fact that he was alone in the same room as Stephanie once again, something he'd been dreaming about for ten months now...

Stephanie watched him for a minute, silently willing him to look at her, to speak to her, to acknowledge her somehow. He wouldn't. Finally, the silence got to be too much for her, and she spoke quietly.

"Chris, will you look at me?" she asked him.

"I don't have any reason to look at you," he said coldly, still facing the other direction. He wanted to look at her, but he wouldn't. He couldn't risk it.

"Have you forgotten about me? About everything I know?" she whispered. "Have you forgotten about what we had?"

"I'm still working on it," he said, still refusing to look at her.

"Why are you being this way, then? If you still remember what we shared... I mean, it wasn't that long ago." She waited for him to say something, anything, to let her know that he still remembered what they'd once shared. When he wouldn't say anything, she looked away as the tears crept down her face. She couldn't stop them, and she tried not to make any noise but she wasn't successful.

He turned around to look at her. She was holding her baby close to her with one arm and gripping the chair tightly with her other hand. She was shaking ever so lightly, and it hurt him to see her this way. Cursing himself the whole time, he scooted his chair over closer to hers and tentatively reached out to touch her hand. She turned to look at his hand, then up into his eyes.

"I still remember," he said softly, staring into her eyes and getting lost almost immediately. "I can't forget about you, Steph..."