Chris looked around with a grin. He'd made it, he was really here. Unbelievably, he was feeling slightly awed by the whole thing and wished he had someone to share it all with.

As if on cue, a pair of familiar voices drifted around the corner. "No, I'm not joking! I saw it on the Discovery Channel while I was up with Lucilla last night."

"So all that shit we went through when you quit was for nothing?" Came the incredulous reply. Chris grinned again as Lydia and Integra came around the corner, each with a pusher. Lydia nodded. "Giving up smoking can put more stress - CHRIS!"

She left the pusher where it was and flung herself at Chris, hugging him tightly. Chris hugged her back laughing. "I'm guessing you've missed me."

"Oh pah!" exclaimed Lydia. She kissed him on the cheek. "You have no idea. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Working Miss Wakefield."

"That's my boy!" She replied proudly. Integra cleared her throat. "Um, excuse me? There's two Wakefield twins thank you."

"So there are Teg." He used his old nickname for her easily. "So how have you been?"

"Not bad at all." smiled Integra giving him a hug. "God it's good to see you!"

"Same here." Chris ruffled her hair. He looked at the pushers. "Which one's which?"

"Lucilla in the purple, Jason in the blue." Lydia replied proudly. Chris knelt down and looked at them. Jason yawned at him, and Lucilla grabbed for his little finger and gave a gurgle of laughter. He looked up at Lydia with a smile. "They're gorgeous."

"Of course they are." She grinned at him. Integra rolled her eyes. "So what's on the agenda for tonight? You wrestling?"

"Not tonight. Not telling either." He laughed at the pouty look from Lydia. "You'll find out soon enough. Is there somewhere we can sit down and talk? The guys locker room?"

"That's not a good idea." vetoed Integra quickly. Lydia shook her head in agreement. Chris was confused. "Why not?"

"Um, people."

"What?"

"It's just not a good idea." Integra looked at Lydia for support. Neither of them wanted to tell him that Test was now sharing a locker room with Edge and Christain and that Stephanie was more than likely with him. Lydia shrugged. "It's just not."

"Oh." Chris suddenly realised. He fell silent and looked at the ground. He hadn't forgotten about Stephanie and Test, just... well, forgotten to remember. His stomach churned as he realised that he'd probably being seeing Stephanie again fairly soon. Remembering Lydia and Integra were there, he pushed all this to the back of his mind. "Oh well. Any where else we can go and catch up?"

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"Oh for gods sake, shut up!" Lydia threw a cushion at the television. "We don't care!"

"What's with you tonight Lyd?" Steph asked curiously. "You seem... weird."

"She's always weird." teased Edge with a grin. Test rolled his eyes. "Well no kidding, just more so than usual tonight."

"I'm not being weird! I'm just sick of the Rock coming out and mouthing off... Like we care!" She complained. Christain rubbed her shoulders. "What's up baby?"

"It's nothing." She replied, grinning at Integra. Christain laughed. "Ok, you two know something. What's going on?"

"Nothing!" they replied quickly. Edge started to say something, but was cut off by Stephanie. "It's the countdown clock again! Do you think we'll find out who it is tonight?"

"I'm certain of it Steph." replied Integra with a smile. Stephanie stared at her. "You know!"

"Just one of the perks of the job." Linda had given Lydia a job on the booking staff as a script writer after word had gotten back that she'd helped out several of the less articulate wrestlers with writing their promos. Stephanie sighed. "You know more about what goes on now days then I do. Wanna tell me who?"

"You'll find out in about 5, 4, 3..." Lydia counted down with the clock. The arena went dark for a few seconds then exploded with light. A familiar figure stood that the top of the ramp holding the microphone. Stephanie felt her heart stop for a brief second before continuing to pump blood at double time.

"Oh my god."

"Are you ok honey?" Test put a protective arm around her shoulders. She shrugged him away. "Not now." Steph glared at Integra and Lydia. "You knew about this?"

"We ran into him backstage before the show." confessed Integra. Stephanie nodded and stood up. "I'll be back soon."

Stephanie slowly walked towards the back. Was it just her imagination or could she still hear him talking? No, she could definitely hear him... either every monitor in the place was on full volume or his mic was up full volume... probably both.

She stood there behind the curtain, listening closely... god just hearing his voice in person again. What was she doing here? Looking at the floor and closing her eyes, she remembered the day that Vince had arrived at the flat, demanding for Stephanie's return to Greenwich.

Desperately, she'd negotiated with him, determined for something good to come out of the forced separation. To her surprise, Vince had agreed. Steph honestly didn't think that he would honour his side of the agreement. But he had. Maybe it was because Linda knew of the deal and forced Vince to do it or of Stephanie's relationship with Test and the fact that it had been over three years since they'd last seen each other. Maybe it had even been because Vince had seen some real potential in Chris and had nothing to do with their deal. But for whatever reasons, the deal was complete. Stephanie had returned home and Vince had given Chris a contract.

Chris came through the curtain feeling damned pleased with himself. As far as debuts go, he felt his was rather successful... suddenly he noticed a figure standing by one of the monitors. His heart pounded as he realised it was Stephanie, arms wrapped around herself.

"Chris?" She asked nervously, playing with her necklace. Distractedly, he noticed that there was a ring hanging from it as he replied "What?"

"How are you?"

"Still breathing Princess." He answered shortly. Stephanie was stung by his cold words and fought the urge to slap him. Chris clenched his fists in an effort to restrain himself from grabbing her and kissing her passionately.

"Does it have to be like this?" She pleaded emotionally. He shrugged. "You tell me."

Stephanie bit back a scathing response as her eyes filled with tears. They stood there in silence for a moment then he turned to leave. She grabbed him by the shoulder. "Chris, please -"

He whirled around so quickly that he nearly hit her. "Don't touch me!" he hissed in a low voice. "You made your choice 3 years ago. You decided what would happen to us. You took that decision out of my hands. Well now I'm making a decision - get out of my sight Princess. Forget we ever happened."