10 November 1999
It�s a screw job, I know it. Either that, or I�m on Candid Camera.
I laugh, amused. �You�ve got to be kidding me, right? You need my help?�
She�s nervous, I can tell, but she tries hard not to show it. �Yes, I need your help. And no, this isn�t a joke. I�m serious.�
I stare at her, unsure of what to say. �Why don�t you ask your fianc�?�
A look of pain flashes across her features, but she quickly hides it again. �It�s not the same. I need you.�
�Let me see,� I say, sitting up and leaning on my elbows on the table, �you need me to get revenge on your father for what he did to you? Is that right?� She nods. �Fine, I�m all for that, but what do I get in return?�
A sly grin forms on her lips, and it transforms her entire face. It suddenly hits me. She�s beautiful. �You get a McMahon.�
*
15 November 1999
I can�t believe I agreed to go along with the whole cockamamie plan. Why the hell did I anyway? Honestly, I really don�t know. Sure, power was a big reason, and a greater chance of regaining the WWF Championship Title belt. As for getting a McMahon of my own�I had to admit, that was also one of the bigger reasons. Especially considering that it was the more prettier of the McMahons.
Stephanie isn�t what she makes out to be. She�s somewhat of a chameleon, very changeable. Good when it suits her, and bad when she needs to be. Deep down I know she�ll always be �good�. But what Vince did to her � well, it�s enough to make anyone go a little crazy, right? I blame Vince for Stephanie being �bad�.
What goes around, comes around. Vince will certainly get his. And from who? Daddy�s Little Girl. And why? Because he forced her into a corner, and cornered animals are always dangerous. Isn�t that what all those documentaries always say?
When she first came to me five days ago, she already had everything planned out. Everything, but the �groom�. Why me? I�d sure as hell love to know. Before five days ago, we really hadn�t interacted much. Actually, we hadn�t interacted at all. Not even a simple �hi� when we passed or each, or a smile, or even a glance. I thought she was stuck in her own little Test/Andrew universe. As for me, what did I care about the boss�s daughter? The whole brother vs sister thing was amusing, but other than that, I didn�t care at all.
�Are you sure you got everything?� she asks for the millionth time.
Already, this is starting to be a bit of a drag. Maybe I should have paid a little more attention to her before. At least that way I would have been prepared for what she�s like. She�s a damned perfectionist. Every minute detail had to be absolutely exact.
�Yes, I got everything,� I tell her, sounding totally bored. Hell, I was bored.
�I just don�t want anything to go wrong,� she tells me for the millionth time as well. �It has to be perfect.�
�It will be. Can I go now?�
We were at a very small, very private caf� going over the details of the plan again. What does she think of me anyway? She would have picked me for good reason, so I wish she�d just leave it alone. I�m not stupid, damnit!
Stephanie stares at me for a minute, and I�m suddenly a little uncomfortable under her gaze. What�s this?! A degenerate uncomfortable?! Well, there is a first time for everything. There�s just something about the way she�s looking at me that makes me feel vulnerable. Nobody�s every done that before, and it�s such a strange feeling. Uncomfortably strange.
*
28 November 1999
I�m surprised that she can keep so still. If I didn�t know any better, I would swear that she really is drugged. She doesn�t move at all. Doesn�t even twitch.
As I drive around the corner, my arm still around her, I say out loud, �That�s it.�
She sits up almost instantly, smiling. Smiling at me. �We�ll see how Daddy dearest takes to that!�
But the smile doesn�t quite reach her eyes. Even in the gloom between the receding, then incoming, streetlights I can see that she isn�t as happy as she claims to be. I know that this is hurting her. She�s trying hard to be as cold-hearted like her father. She�s not very good at it.
But I know she can be. She does have the McMahon blood in her after all.
And that�s what worries me the most.
Maybe this really wasn�t such a good idea.
Very first section of this has lots of similarities to the same part as in Just Between You and Me. I actually wrote this first, quite awhile back, and way before Between, and I thought about integrating it into the �epic� but then changed my mind. But not before I had already copied the first section, and then I couldn�t change it because it fitted quite well into the story already. Hope that made sense.