A/N: This is something that (once again) was rolling around in my head for a while. It is not a one-shot, so there will be more to this than what there is right now, I just haven't uploaded it yet. Let me know what you think!
He had to find her. He had to find her and stop her. He needed direction, though. Chris Jericho grabbed the first person he saw.
"Did you see which way she went?" He nearly screamed into John Cena's face.
"What? Who?" Cena asked him.
"Stephanie! Which way did she go?" He shouted at them.
"I...think she already left." Cena answered slowly. Chris released them immediately and took off running for the parking garage. "Is everything okay?" Cena shouted after him, but he ignored it as he continued down the hallway. He just hoped that he wasn't too late.
Why had he been so stupid? Why had he been so slow to react? Maybe then she wouldn't have stormed off the way she had and he would be able to tell her calmly why he couldn't let her leave without her getting upset at what had happened. He kept seeing the look on her face as she stormed away from him, he wanted to chase after her, but he couldn't…he had a match and it was live television. Vinny Mac may love his daughter unconditionally, but he loved his viewers a little more than her personal problems.
He yanked his phone out of his pocket and started dialing her number as he weaved his way in and out of several people. It went straight to voicemail. Her phone was off, damn her. She was still upset about earlier – that much he knew, but no matter how angry she was at him, he couldn't let her leave. He just couldn't. She wouldn't want to listen to him, he knew that, but she was going to have to. If she drove away…well…
He would just have to stop her.
He threw open the door to the parking garage and sped up. He knew where she had parked, since he rode with her to the arena. He stayed with her as much as he could these days, not only because he loved her but for reasons he refused to admit to himself.
He saw her start to pull out of the parking space and he sprinted the last little distance, stopping in front of the car and putting his hands on the hood. She nearly ran him over. She glared at him through the windshield.
"You can't leave." He told her, huffing. Her glare intensified, but she didn't budge.
"Stephanie." He warned her. "This is not about us." She scoffed at him and let up on the brake a little, rolling forward, closer to him. He didn't move.
"You can't leave." He repeated.
"Why not?" she asked him angrily. He couldn't really hear her through the glass, but he could read her lips.
"Because…because something bad will happen if you do." He said vaguely. She shook her head in frustration as she rolled the window down.
"If you think that you can keep me here to talk about your stupidity with that lame excuse, then you are sadly mistaken." She told him. "I don't want to talk to you right now, Chris Jericho. I thought I made that perfectly clear."
"You did, but I'm trying to save your life, Stephanie." He pleaded. "Please don't go. Not yet. Just wait a few hours. Get a ride with your dad or Shane."
"Why? So you can get back to your floozy without worrying about your wife walking in?" She spat. Chris set his jaw and looked at her sternly.
"It's not what you think." He said.
"Get out of my way, Chris." She told him, letting her foot off the brake again, rolling closer towards him still. He still refused to move.
"You're going to have to run me over if you want to leave." He told her. "I'm not moving."
"After what you did, that's a tempting offer." She said to him.
"That's the only way you're getting out of here. I'm not moving, Stephanie." He said, his hands firmly planted on the hood of her car. She could tell by the look on his face that he was serious. He wasn't playing around and trying to get her to stay so that he could plead his case. He was staying in front of her because he really believed that he was saving her life by doing so. She had seen this look on his face before.
But that still didn't excuse what he had done. She wasn't sure anything would. She felt that he had ripped her heart out of her chest and smashed it to a million pieces on the ground below them. She thought that he loved her…now she wasn't so sure. Maybe it had all been an act to him. Maybe he had been playing the part of her boyfriend all along and she had been too smitten with him to notice until now. In the end, her anger won out over his sincere expression – and those pleading blue eyes.
"Move, Chris." She commanded.
He stared at her for a moment longer, knowing that she would eventually start forcing the car forward to get him to move. Because what he had 'done' was unforgivable in her mind. He wished that she would think things through, though. He wished that she would listen to him. But in the end, he knew that as much as he wanted to - he couldn't stop her.
"Promise me you'll be careful." He told her.
"Chris…" She warned him.
"Stephanie, please." He said. "Promise me you'll be careful and you'll at least text me when you get to the hotel." She stared at him.
"Fine." She said, rolling her eyes at him. Begrudgingly, he took his hands away from the hood of the car. He stared at her for a moment longer and then slowly walked out of her way. She sped off without looking back at him. He watched her go, still in his ring gear, standing there alone, hoping that he hadn't made the biggest mistake of his life.
He was throwing stuff in his bag to catch a ride to the hotel with Randy when his phone finally rang. He expected her to text him earlier than this, but he supposed she did it on purpose to further antagonize him. He flipped the phone open without looking at who was calling.
"Stephanie?" He asked.
"Uh, is this a Mr. Jericho?" a female voice on the other end of the phone asked.
"Yes." He answered timidly.
"My name is Samantha. I'm a nurse at St. Mark's Hospital." She said, and Chris felt his chest tighten. "You're listed as a contact number for a Stephanie McMahon-Jericho. We're calling to inform you that she was in a car accident this evening and she was brought here just a few moments ago."
Chris collapsed on the bench behind him.
The woman started to tell him more, but he couldn't hear her. He felt completely numb as he sat there, listening only to the sound of an annoying alarm clock buzzing in his ear from somewhere…