~*~

She stood, and she stared. Her blue eyes wide open, yet not seeing anything. The portals to her soul, revealing nothing, like she didn't have a soul in her fragile body. Slowly, she raised her hand, pushing her hair out of her face, then wiping her bloodied hand on her jeans. Blinking, she snapped herself out of it. Scrunching her nose at the smell, she did what she feared, she looked down. And then Stephanie Marie McMahon screamed. Her body lost it's energy, and slacked to the floor, her mouth, still making loud screeching noises closed, as she gagged on the smell, her eyes closed and she was surrounded with darkness.

~*~

Pain coursed through her head, when slowly, she opened her eyes. The pain intensifying as the bright lights glared into her dilated pupils. As her eyes opened wide, she looked around, opening her mouth and screaming when she saw nothing but white. Then, she felt hands on her arms and a calm soothing voice.

"Miss McMahon! Please, your safe, it's okay... MISS MCMAHON!" Steph snapped her mouth closed when the woman came into her view. It wasn't all white. There was colour.... there were people, and there was him, staring at her, his mouth turning into a smirk when her eyes laid upon him. Then slowly, deliberately, he left. Blowing her a kiss on his way out of the door.

"What... who.. what was that guy doing here? Oh, where is here?" Steph's questions came in a rush, like she was falling over her own two feet. The woman smiled at her, taking a seat next to the bed. That was when Steph realised she was in a bed. That was also when Steph realised she couldn't move her arm. Her left arm worked fine, her right arm wouldn't move. Slowly, she tried to move her legs and sighed with relief as they did as she instructed them to. Then, she raised her hand, touching her head and feeling the bandage. Gasping slightly, she turned to the woman, wanting her explanation.

"Okay, I'm Nurse Johnson, but call me Sandra. Your in hospital Miss McMahon. You were brought in three days ago. Someone found you, though he can't remember where. He only just left your room when you awoke Miss. Is that who you asked about?" Steph watched the woman explain cheerily, three days, she'd been asleep three days, why was she asleep in the first place?

"Yes, he left as I woke up. Why can't I move my arm? What was wrong with me? Why was I asleep that long?" Sandra smiled at her, finding slight amusement in the young woman's confusion.

"Your arm is broken Miss McMahon. You had a severe cut above your left eye. And another at the back of your head. The doctor believes you were concuss and collapsed. The officers that were here believe you were attacked, hit over the back of your head with something, they spoke to the gentleman that brought you in here. They wish to speak to you when your ready." Steph's eyes widened as the nurse went on. Was she meant to tell Stephanie that much information? They believed Steph was attacked? Hit over the... Stephanie gagged as the memories of what brought her here came rushing back in a flood. Feeling the nausea rise, she quickly made excuses, wanting nothing more then for the nurse to leave.

"Okay, thank you nurse," She feigned a yawn. "Though, I'm exhausted still, do you mind if I'm left alone for a while?" Sandra shook her head, smiling at Steph before she left the room. As soon as she had, Steph reached for the bucket and threw up. Her head swam, what had happened to...? She threw up again when with the memory, came the smell. Softly, she once again laid back on the bed, her heart breaking as the sobs came to her. Then, for hours, she cried. She didn't stop it, she didn't help matters, and now, no-one knew. Sniffing, she cried herself to sleep, her subconscious mind filled with images she didn't want to see.

~*~

"Stephanie?" Steph felt someone shaking her arm. Slowly, she opened her eyes, smiling at the voice of.... he was grinning down at her. "Surprise Stephanie!" She edged back on the bed, fear overwhelming her as he got closer. "What? Not happy to see me?" She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut as he neared her. Suddenly leaning down, he kissed her forehead, licking a trail to her ear. "Just remember one thing Princess, you did nothing, not a damn thing. Therefor, you saw nothing, not a fucking thing. Do you understand me?" She nodded her head, whimpering as he kissed her lips, then, as she opened her eyes, he was walking out the door. She breathed a sigh of relief, looking to the clock and wondering just how he had got in here at 3am. But, he had one thing going for him, as far as they knew, he'd saved her. Curling under the covers, she closed her eyes, though knowing, sleep would not come to her that night.

~*~

"Miss McMahon?" Stephanie turned over in her bed, smiling slightly at the uniformed officer sat in the chair.

"If it's okay, and you feel up to it, we'd like to speak with you Miss McMahon." She turned to the second man at the door, only dressed in a suit, squinting the looked at him closely, then whispered hoarsely.

"Where... where's your badge?" He chuckled as he came closer to her, pulling a wallet out of his inside pocket and showing her his badge. Her eyes bulged out, he was FBI Maybe they had found... He cut off her thoughts.

"This is Sheriff Parker, I'm agent Jones, we have reason to believe you were involved in a vicious attack. Can you remember anything?" As the tears entered her eyes, Steph nodded her head and bit her lip. He placed his hand on hers, gently prodding her. "Miss McMahon, if you know anything, you have to tell us. We have witness protection, should you feel you need it." Stephanie laughed bitterly. Then softly nodded her head.

"It... it started a long time ago, but, it came to a head the night I was brought into here." Jones nodded his head.

"Go on..." Taking a deep breath, Steph told her story.

Giggling insanely, Stephanie McMahon leaned up and kissed him. Bringing her hands down his chest before following their route with her mouth. Taking each of his nipples in her mouth in turn and sucking on them gently. Grazing them with her teeth as she softly bit each one. Giggling more as he moaned, urging her to pleasure him the way only she knew how. Moving down his naked body, she kissed and licked him, before taking his swollen manhood in her mouth and teasing him. Licking round the head before taking his full length into her mouth. Sucking gently, she took pleasure in his moans of encouragement. Slightly shocked when he reached down and pulled her up to him, kissing her with a passion that matched her own.

"What the fuck...?" Steph turned quickly as she heard Hunter's voice. The word edged in pain as they left his mouth. The anger in his eyes scaring her. As she tried to get off him, Chris Jericho held her closer, sitting up on the bed and kissing her head before turning to what had now become an enraged Hunter.

"Hunter, calm down, it's not, no wait. It is what it looks like, and no we can't explain. All I can say is sorry." Chris shrugged. Getting off the bed and dressing in his clothes quickly. Noting that Steph was doing the same.

"What? I don't get it? How long? Why? Stephanie?" Hunter turned to her, more hurt and pain in his voice then anger. His eyes silently asking the questions he'd just voiced. Stephanie shrugged, smiling softly at him.

"I'm sorry Hunter, I really am. But, I love Chris, and this," she motioned between them. "It just got stale. I'm sorry." She leaned up and kissed him gently. Chris moved towards the door.

"I'll leave you alone to talk." As he tried to leave, Hunter pushed him back into the room, shocking Chris as he stumbled backwards.

"No, you wont Chris, you wont leave. Not until I get some kinda explanation. You can't just fuckin leave when you've been fucking my wife Chris, no. Sorry, it just doesn't work that way." Hunter looked towards Stephanie, his demeanour once again changing from pain into anger. Stephanie reeled back. He'd lost it, he had well and truly lost it. As he advanced on her, she stopped moving backwards, standing her ground.

"You fuckin insane bastard. Face it Hunter, I didn't *want* you." She spat the word out with spite, and as he grabbed her arm, she regretted it instantly, looking into his eyes, she realised, he really had lost it. He really was insane. He pulled her to him, roughly placing his lips to hers before biting down on her lip hard, as she felt the blood enter her mouth, he twisted her arm behind her back.

"Oh no, Chrissypoo. You'd better stay here, or I'll break her arm." Chris stopped in his tracks. Raising his hands infront of himself and trying to talk to Hunter.

"Okay, Hunter, I'm not moving... now let her go." Hunter grinned, kissing Stephanie's cheek before jerking her arm upwards as hard as he could. Taking pleasure in the cracking of the bone and her scream. Chris lunged forwards as he released Steph. Before he could do anything, Hunter pulled his pocket knife up and caught Chris in his stomach, he stumbled back, blood seeping through his fingers as he held the cut. Stephanie moved towards him, stopping when Hunter grabbed her left arm. She stood still, the pain and throbbing in her right arm getting worse with the mind numbing fear that was going through her body. Suddenly, she fell back as something hard hit the back of her head, just before there was darkness, Steph felt her head rebound of the dresser, a sudden throbbing pain in her left eye.

Hunter smirked as blood poured out of the cut above Steph's eye, grinning as he approached Chris. Pulling him up by his hair and cutting his shirt open with the knife.

Steph stopped, her eyes searching the agents as he looked at her. "Miss McMahon? Did he kill Chris?" Steph nodded her head.

"The next thing I remember is waking up, I stood next to the dresser, all I could see was Hunter's head, I stared for a moment, then, I looked down. It was horrible, the smell was disgusting and when I looked down, I screamed, Hunter had Chris's heart in his hand.... he'd just cut it out. Then I lost consciousness." Steph sniffed feeling the tears flowing down her face. The agent nodded, she sheriff beside him had his mouth wide open in shock. Softly, Jones took her hand.

"Where can we find the body Miss McMahon?" Steph looked at him, and was relieved to see he believed her, softly, she spoke.

"I.... I don't know if it's still there, ya see... he came to see me..."

"Stephanie?" Steph felt someone shaking her arm. Slowly, she opened her eyes, smiling at the voice of.... he was grinning down at her. "Surprise Stephanie!" She edged back on the bed, fear overwhelming her as he got closer. "What? Not happy to see me?" She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut as he neared her. Suddenly leaning down, he kissed her forehead, licking a trail to her ear. "Just remember one thing Princess, you did nothing, not a damn thing. Therefor, you saw nothing, not a fucking thing. Do you understand me?"

Jones nodded... "I see, you'll have protection now Miss McMahon. Now, where would the body be?" Steph nodded her head, thinking a minute before answering.

"Marriott, room 335." Jones nodded, telling the Sheriff to stay with Stephanie whilst he checked it out. Stephanie sighed. In a few hours, she'd know.

~*~

"Stephanie?" She felt someone prod her. "Stephy Princess... wakey wakey..." She sat up straight at the sing song voice. Looking around her to find the sheriff had disappeared, she snorted slightly, good protection they gave you.

"Hunter... what do you want?" He appeared infront of her.

"You my Princess.... you." He leaned down and kissed her head. Moving lower and kissing her lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth before wrapping his arms round her. "I love you Stephanie, I'll miss you." He kissed her one last time before walking out the door.

A few minutes later Sheriff Parker and Agent Jones entered the room. Steph looked hopefully to Jones's face, surprised with the look she got in return.

"Is this some kinda sick joke Miss McMahon?" Stephanie gazed at him, her confusion evident on her face.

"Wh... what?" He looked at her sternly.

"Chris Irvine, or as you called him, Chris Jericho is alive and well Miss McMahon. Paul Levesque, who you call Hunter, has been with Chris Irvine on the road with the federation the last few months Miss McMahon. Neither have seen you for the last six months Miss McMahon." Steph stared at him, her mouth open in shock.

"But... but.." She was cut off as a nurse entered the room and injected her, soon after, she was unconscious. As the nurses moved Stephanie McMahon to the psychiatric ward, the Sheriff shook his head.

"Jones? What happened here?" Agent Jones sighed. He felt sorry for the young woman being tied to the bed.

"She's insane Parker. She's living in a world that doesn't exist, living out a fantasy that never happened."  Parker frowned.

"So just how in the hell did she break her arm, get that cut above her left eye and have such a huge cut and bump on the back of her head?"