A/N: This is the conclusion of the story, I really hope you like it and please leave a review, they really help. Thanks.
Lillian Garcia turned around and saw Chris jogging to catch up to her. She gave him a smile as she stopped to wait up for him. He returned her smile and placed his hand on her shoulder companionably.
"Hey, Chris," she said to him, the smile still on her face.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you," he told her.
"Oh really," she said. "What about?"
"I just wanted to make sure that you were doing okay," he told her and she sighed, looking down at the ground.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, tilting her head to look up at him. She gave him a brave smile, like she was trying to hold back her real feelings and his heart went out to her. "Totally and completely fine."
"Are you sure, because…"
"No, Chris, it's okay, I appreciate the fact that you came up to me and asked, but…I think I just want to let what happened be in the past, you know," she told him, and he nodded. "It's just hard is all."
"Yeah, I understand," he said sympathetically, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. He gave her what he hoped looked like a warm smile. "But if you ever want to talk about it, if you ever want to…you know, you can talk to me, my door is always open for you."
"Or your wife's door, right?" she said. She leaned up and threw her arms around his neck, giving him a big hug. "Thank you for being so nice."
"It's not a problem," he told her, hugging her back. "But seriously, if you ever need it, you know where to find me."
"I'll keep that in mind," Lillian said, brushing her blonde hair over her ears as she pulled away from Chris slowly. "You have a good rest of the night, Chris."
"You too, Lil," Chris said as he gave a short wave before she turned and continued down the hallway. He stood there for a second before two arms wrapped around his waist from behind and he felt Stephanie's familiar body pressed against his in a hug.
"What was that all about?" she asked, her voice muffled by his shirt, which she had her face buried in right now.
"Nothing, I was just talking to her," Chris said, gripping Stephanie's hand. "Is that a crime now?"
"Do I have to worry about you and Lillian Garcia?" she asked in mock suspicion. "Because that would put a real cramp in my plans if I have to follow you everywhere and make sure that you're not cheating on me."
"Steph," he said, his voice trailing off, "I don't want to talk about that."
"Sorry, so really, what was the hugging about?"
"I was telling her how sorry I was to hear about her divorce and that if she ever wanted to talk, she knew where to find me, I was being a good guy…now who was it that told me to go up to her and show her that all men are not jerks?"
"You're the best husband ever!" she said in a high-pitched, teenage-girled voice. "And it's good for her to know that there's someone to talk to. I know that if I were going through a divorce that I'd want someone to talk to of the male persuasion."
"Don't talk about divorce, okay," he said quietly.
"Okay," she said. "Anyways, my dad wants to talk to you…again. Why does he keep wanting to talk to you? I don't understand how you went to being #1 in his book."
"Trust me, I'm not #1," Chris said as he thought about their talk last week. After seeing him a couple weeks ago, Chris figured that he was the last guy on Vince's list. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if Vince called every single day for the rest of his life to make sure that Chris wasn't cheating on his daughter. The man was vigilant, he had to give that to him.
"Then why does he keep calling, and why did he say he wanted to see you…what are you keeping from me, Chris?" Stephanie said, grabbing his arm and turning him so that he was facing her.
"I'm not hiding anything from you, Steph," he said, kissing her forehead. "Don't you have any trust in me? Why would I want to keep something from you?"
"You've just been…I don't know, kind of distant for the past few weeks, like you're not all here with me, we've been getting in more of those little fights. I just…it's like you're keeping something from me," she said, articulating what she had been feeling.
He sighed and rubbed his index fingers on her temples, "Steph, come on baby."
"Sorry, just me being me, you know, well, go see my father, and I'll go back to the grind," she said. "I love you."
"You know I return that sentiment," he told her, giving her a small kiss on the lips, "and Steph, you trust me, right?"
"Good," he said, tucking some of her dark hair over her ear. "Good."
She left him then, standing the middle of the hallway, and he hated that he had to lie to her over this past week, but it was a necessary evil so that she wasn't pulled into anything that she had no business being pulled into. He made his way down to Vince's office, dreading another meeting with the man. He almost couldn't take the suspicion that lied in Vince's eyes every time he saw him, or the distrust in his voice every time he spoke to him.
"Vince, you wanted to see me again?"
"Yes, I wanted to have a talk with you."
"Vince…look, I thought everything was behind us," Chris said slowly.
"It is, I just wanted to make sure that everything was…done."
"Chris looked off, "Vince, everything has been taken care of, if you would've just let me talk about it, whatever, it's over, done with, you don't have to worry about Stephanie ever, ever again. I do take good care of her, Vince, I do."
"Well, there's always room for improvement, this is for your own good, Chris. You don't know what you have in my daughter, she's one-of-a-kind, and she doesn't deserve to be treated like this. She deserves better than that, and you know it."
"Vince, I don't want to talk about it anymore, okay," he said, hoping that would be the end of it.
"Fine, well, you know what we've talked about so you may go."
"Thank you, Vince, I'm very busy," Chris said as he left the room. He would never again be able to talk to Vince like a normal human being. Oh well, he thought, he had more important things to take care of, and none of them involved talking to Vince for more than a moment, so now that, that part of his day was done, he could focus on the other parts.
Stephanie watched as Chris angrily left Vince's office. She wanted to know what they were talking about so as soon as Chris was gone, Stephanie went up to her father's door and knocked on it before opening it up and sticking her head inside. Vince looked up and smiled when he saw his daughter and waved her into the room. She came in and sat down in front of him.
"What can I do for you, Steph?"
"I was just wondering what's going on with you and Chris," Stephanie said. "You keep talking to him, and calling our house and it's just really weird and Chris said it was nothing, but I know it's probably not nothing, so I would appreciate it if you would tell me what it was."
"Oh, it's nothing, sweetie, I'm just trying to convince that stubborn man to come back, that's all."
"Dad, how many times do I have to tell you that you can't force him to come back? Just because he's my husband doesn't entitle you to tell him what to do. I'm trying to be supportive here, and you're being overbearing, how do you think that makes me look?"
"Stephanie, I'm doing things for your own good."
"How is it my own good if Chris comes back or not?"
"Because…well, it just is," he said.
"Also, I heard that you were having meetings without me, how could you do that, Dad?"
"I get final say in all storylines, and I decided that we needed some changes," Vince said. "I am still the boss around here, Stephanie, and I do still make the decisions and I don't appreciate being questioned like I'm under arrest."
"Fine, sorry," she mumbled, "but please, Dad, can you just lay off Chris, I don't want you to push him too far and make him angry at all of us. Okay?"
"I understand," he said, not wanting to tell his daughter the devastating news. She would be broken, and the last thing that he wanted was to see his daughter have to go through that kind of pain. He was her father, it was his job to make sure that nothing touched his daughter. It was his job to make sure she was happy.
Stephanie left the office and sighed, wondering just what on the checklist to go over next. She looked down at the clipboard in her hand, wandering aimlessly as she mentally checked different items off for the show tonight. She knew that they had to film a couple of segments to fill into the show, but she didn't know where the camera guys were at this time. She rounded a corner and looked up. She went to look back down again when her head shot up and her eyes almost bugged out of her skull.
In a darkened corner of the hallway, where there weren't many lights or much of anything, was Chris, back against the wall. That wasn't the problem though, the problem was that there was a girl in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist. They were making out, her hands in his hair as Chris held her tightly against him. Her jaw dropped and her nostrils flared as she dropped her clipboard.
She stalked over, her hands on her hips, "Christopher Keith Irvine!" Chris's eyes widened as he pulled away from the woman. Stephanie's eyes flitted towards the woman, "Jillian…" Her voice was so full of venom.
"Stephanie, you weren't supposed to…"
"You fucking bastard!" Stephanie said, shoving Jillian off of Chris and then getting right in his face. "How dare you! How fucking dare you do this to me! This is why you were distant, you were fucking someone else, how dare you! Do you know who I am? Huh, I'm Stephanie McMahon, baby, and I can destroy you!"
"Steph, Stephanie," Chris said, grabbing her arm.
"Let go of me! Let go of me!" she screamed, wrenching her arm away from him. "Don't you ever touch me again, I swear to God, Chris, if you ever touch me again, I'm not going to be held responsible for my actions. You are the scum of the earth, I gave you seven years of my life, seven goddamn years and this is how you treat me?" She was starting to cry now and he hated to see the tears on her face and he went to reach to her face and wipe them away.
"Stephanie, will you just please listen to me."
"No," her voice tapered off, filled with gigantic amounts of hurt. "Just…leave me alone."
She was gone before he could get another word in edgewise. He glanced back the buxom blonde, "I'll deal with this later."
He chased after Stephanie, who was walking away quickly. He jogged to catch up to her, and when she realized he was right behind her, she broke out into a full-on run, her heels clicking on the floor in an incessant rhythm. Chris started running too, and his long strides let him catch up to her easily. He grabbed her around the waist and she started screaming and flailing around on him.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she told him, kicking him in the shins with one of her stilettos.
"Jesus Christ, would you stop wriggling around," Chris said. Stephanie was sobbing now, her eyes pouring of tears. Chris stopped in the hallway and pushed her against the wall. She refused to look him in the eye, looking everywhere but at him. He was holding her by the waist, and she just didn't have the strength to fight right now. "Steph, look at me."
"Not going to happen."
"Steph, look at me," he repeated.
"Fuck you," she told him. "I hope you go to hell, I hope you burn in hell, I hope you have birds eating your liver every day for the rest of your life."
"You don't wish that," he said.
"Yes, I do, fuck you and fuck Jillian too, or is that just what you were doing? Now I know why you wanted--" She was cut off when he leaned in to kiss her. She let it go for the briefest of moments before she shoved him rudely away from her. "Don't you ever try that again or you're going to be missing a set of balls."
"Ouch," he told her, "Steph, look me in the eye."
"No, you can look your own damn self in the eye and realize that you are just the scum of the earth. I trusted you, Chris," she said, her voice cracking and breaking as she spoke. "I put all my love and trust in you."
"I know this," he told her, "I know this, Stephanie."
Her lip quivered, "I loved you, I loved you so much, I've never met another man who…I need to leave, you need to leave me alone."
Chris didn't let her go as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She tried to get free, but he held her waist too tight for her to break free. He took her back over to where Jillian was standing sheepishly. Stephanie was embarrassed and didn't want to be there as Chris set her down, she turned completely away from the two of them. It hurt her to even look at him, and now he was taking her to his…mistress. Even the word felt dirty.
"You can come out now guys," Chris said.
From through a door, a couple of camera guys stepped out. Stephanie looked up when she saw them, and she looked at Chris, "What is all of this?"
"Me coming back," he explained. "Your dad, in his messed up logic wanted me to be in a romantic storyline, he figured if I were to come back to the company, I would be involved with one of the divas, and that'd be my ticket in until I meet up with Cena and challenge him for the title, so…Jillian…me, making out…"
"For the storyline," she said, wiping at her eyes, "Well, now I feel really stupid, why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I knew you'd have a problem with it, so…well, I thought maybe if I got it over with then went to you after you saw it, you wouldn't go ballistic on me like you just did right now in front of half the roster," he said, taking her in his arms. "And for the record, you're not stupid."
"Why would my dad suggest you do a storyline like this?"
Chris sighed, "Why do you think?"
"Oh, a test, right?" she said, burying her face in his neck.
"Your dad saw me with someone…a blonde, so…I think he's trying to test me, to see which blonde it was."
"You were with a blonde?"
"Yeah, I was with a blonde," he told her, hugging her closer. "Sorry about that."
"No sorrys necessary," she told him.
"I had a lot of sex with her."
"Did you now?"
"Yeah…a lot, you see…uh, she was trying to get pregnant, and I was trying to help."
"Pregnant huh?" she asked, her voice muffled.
"Yeah, so we'd sneak off, and have sex whenever the time was right, and it just so happened that your dad saw us, and well, he thinks that I'm a very bad man, since I was sleeping around on you."
"Yeah, that would be bad, don't sleep around on me anymore, okay?"
"Well, I have to say, I was rather fond of this blonde."
"Well, you're mine."
"I guess I am…but she was a lot of fun."
"Yeah, well…you know what they say, blondes, more fun, all of that, but you're done with her, right?"
"Yeah, I don't think I'll ever be done with her."
"Do you think I should tell my dad who the woman was, I mean, maybe if he knows, he won't keep trying to test me and make you angry."
"Do you think that she would want her job in jeopardy like that?"
"You're right, she's very sensitive on the whole job issue."
"I love her, Steph," he admitted. "I love her a lot. I miss being with her, it was fun, you know, risky fun, and it made things exciting for me. I just…I'm sorry, but I miss her, not that…I mean, you're great, you're the best, she was just…different."
"Oh, so…you want to be with her then?"
"Yeah, I admit it."
"Well…same time next week?"
"Same time next week."