It was a long flight, and
Stephanie was bored. Who’s stupid idea was it to book her into some stupid
promotional appearance all the way to Washington DC only a day before RAW,
which was being broadcasted live in Florida? Not even the in-flight magazines
were of any interest. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the large,
comfortable chair. At least the WWF plane had been available for her use.
Smoochy…Dreams…
Damnit! That site again! Why
couldn’t she get it out of her head? It always lead to thoughts of…him.
And those damned fics, where she and…him fall in love and have kids and are
soulmates, and everything is explained, all nice and neatly, and everything is
just damned perfect!
Real life was so not like
that.
Okay, she was bored completely
out of her mind. She needed some distraction…
Fanfiction.
That’s what she should
do. Write her own fanfiction, totally and completely denying whatever delusional
attractions these Dreamers had about her and…him. She’ll make her fiction-Steph
and fiction-Chris hate each other, can’t stand to be with each other, and be
in love with other people. Yeah, that should teach the little brats!
Stephanie quickly pulled out her
laptop, opening Microsoft Word. Okay…she needed a strong beginning, something
that will put everything into perspective. She quickly typed her first sentence,
but it didn’t seem quite right. ‘Hate’ was too strong a word to use. She
backspaced everything, deciding to start again.
//Stephanie McMahon disliked
Chris Jericho with an intensity that bordered on hatred.//
Hmm…that word again. She
wanted to delete it, but then decided against it. Besides, she wanted to make
her point, right?
***
‘Ms McMahon, we’re about
five minutes from landing,’ a voice beside her said, interrupting her flow of
thoughts.
Stephanie looked at the steward
with surprise, then quickly nodded. She turned back to the computer screen, and
was stunned to find that she had written nearly fifteen pages already. Huh. Time
really did fly when you were having fun.
She hated to admit it, but writing the fanfic had been
fun, interesting. She quickly read back through her last paragraph, and was
dismayed to realise that her fanfic was headed directly to where she least
wanted it to go.
//Stephanie found herself smiling at Chris. Perhaps he
wasn’t completely the asshole she had always assumed he was. It was a side of
him that she had never known, and a side that she wanted to get to know. Because
it was the real Chris Jericho.//
She had thought her plot was foolproof. Chris Jericho was
going to fall in love with Trish, and her marriage to Hunter/Paul was going to
be transferred off-screen. But it seemed like art was imitating life. The Chris
Jericho she did know was nice, and sweet, and funny. And considerate, and caring…
Every single time he had had to put his hands on her, he
was always the first person backstage to make that she was okay, that he hadn’t
hurt her too much. And that smile he would always flash at her whenever they saw
each other…
Stephanie quickly shook her head, getting the image out
of her mind. If only Shane had never suggested the whole Stephanie/Jericho
angle, then it would never have lead to that kiss at King of the Ring,
which in turn would never have lead to the existence of ‘Smoochy Dreams’ and
Dreamers. Then, to her finding the site, and being unable to stop thinking about
how soft his lips had been when he had kissed her at SummerSlam.
And wishing for another one…
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