A/N: Story two of the four separate side stories that take place after "Combating Feud And Fairytale" and again I'm not revealing who 'their true enemy' is because I haven't revealed it in the main story because nobody is giving a damn to read it. Shawn Michales is added into this story because he later comes in the main story as he is Chris Jericho's old mentor. This is a long story so I'm cutting it in half for easier reading. And if anyone read the first story, An oc WWE, it's still left untitled as that because I can't think of a good title for it. So pitch me one and maybe I'll take it.

The night should've been quite, like any other normal night, but creatures were stirring, and stirring things up at that. They knew it, He was out there. Trish Stratus and Christian were running around, trying to find Him, but He was quite the evasive little hider. Chris Jericho, Kari Ketchum, Ash, and also Shawn Michaels were inside a hiding place of their own.

"No, you can't come out yet, just stay in there or else He will see you, and you're an easy target." Kari whispered as she emerged from the bushes and trees. They were in a park near their hotel.

"Oh damnit all." Chris growled as he held up Kari's mirror, his face still flush with fever. He was in his state of weakness, he had a condition where every now and then he would just become sick for no reason, but it always lasted only exactly 24 hours, and it was almost done. "Hurry up." He growled and then cleared his throat from the twinge sting.

"Don't worry, it's almost over, you're fine." Ash assured.

"Here he comes!" Kari ran off.

Trish and Christian were running, trying to catch Him and corner Him from either side, "Christian, here He comes!" Trish called out, her cat on her shoulder.

"I've got Him!" Christian jumped out as He became visible, swiping at him with his right arm.

"Fool." He snickered and punched him in the shoulder.

"Ah!" Christian drew back.

"Oh no, Christian!" Trish ran to him as he writhed in pain. "You know better than that, that's your injured arm and you know He knows that."

"And don't think I've forgotten you." He said.

"Huh?" Trish turned to see Him lung for her cat. "No!" She jumped back and dodged Him as He laughed and ran off. "No…" She growled with defeat.

"Don't worry, it's not over yet." Christian sighed.

"Look, the sun is coming up, it's down to the wire of minutes now!" Shawn pointed to the sunrise on the horizon.

"I can't wait that long!" Chris had his fists clenched.

"Stop right there!" Kari roared at their opponent. He turned to her and she picked up her kendo stick. "I've got YOU NOW!" She charged.

"That Singapore Cane is no match for me." He broke it easily with His own chop.

"Ah." Kari gasped as the splinters fell around her.

"No time now!" Chris jumped out into battle.

"No!" Shawn's protest fell on deaf ears.

"You can't do it, He'll kill you!" Ash cried.

"Spare me!" Chris stood his ground as He became visible.

"Oh no." Trish gasped.

"Chris, look out!" Christian called.

"Chris?" Kari turned around to see Chris smirking. "Huh?" She noticed the sun and glanced down at her watch and smiled. "The time has come, it's over now."

"Get ready to die, this all ends here and now!" Chris roared and charged at his opponent.

"Words. I would like to see you try." He smirked and they tangle and tussle began.

They fought and grappled and Chris remained valiant and called out, "He is weakened, now everyone, attack at once and end this!"

"Right!" Kari nodded and they all lunged at him, Trish, Christian, even Ash and Shawn, everyone was as determined as ever to finish it. "You, this is it, the game ends now!"

"No!" He roared as they painfully pummeled him until he fell unconscious and moved no more.

Everyone caught their breath and stood up as they surveyed their prey, "Is it… is it over?" Kari looked around at her friends.

"My arm." Christian gasped and he rubbed his arm, the trick feeling it would get lifted as it became less stiff and he moved it freely. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's strange. Your arm always hurts when He is around, but He is right here. So then does that actually mean…?" Trish couldn't finish her sentence. She gasped, "Wait, then does that mean…?"

Elsewhere, Stephanie McMahon stopped dead in her tracks as she sensed a change in the wind. Triple H was sitting down lost in thought while Ivory teased and taunted Ric Flair, but lost off in his own mind he could feel something had happened. And lastly, Shane McMahon was walking around alone and he suddenly shook his head as he snapped awake and uttered only a name as he whirled around clearly, "Trish Stratus…!"

"Shane, then are you….?" Trish's eyes began to well up as the thought of her beloved returning to normal came to mind.

"I think, then it really is, it must be." Kari smiled with joy.

"It's over." Chris nodded and looked at the sun proudly. "He has been brought down at last, and the WWE can begin to heal and rebuild as a new and better world, for all of us to live in."

"Well put Chris." Shawn sniffed, wiping an invisible tear.

"Well Shawn, you're still here, so then it must be safe." Ash smirked.

"Hey." Shawn frowned.

"Smart kid there." Chris chuckled.

"I resent that." Shawn pouted and everyone laughed.

Meanwhile…

"What is it that I'm feeling? Is he gone…?" Both Triple H and Stephanie McMahon couldn't sense Him anymore, they couldn't feel his presence. They were both alone and far away from Him they could tell He was no longer there. But yet something told them, that this had only just begun, and it was far from over.

Later on...

"Where is He, why is He not answering His cell phone?" Victoria growled.

"He will not answer. He is gone." Melina spoke quietly.

"Gone?" Victoria blinked, confused, then frowned. "What's going on here, what do you know? He never tells me anything…!"

"We have a lot to do, come on Vic." Melina walked off.

"Mel, sometimes I hate it that you're the favorite." Victoria sighed and followed her.

That night…

"Oh boy, let's celebrate!" Trish and Kari cheered as they went to the sauna/gym in the hotel.

"Ah, now this is heaven." Kari cooed as she sat in the hot tub.

"I couldn't agree with you more." Trish shut her eyes as the bubbles seemed to massage all of the pain in her stiff muscles away.

"Come on, I want to go in there." Ash protested outside the door.

"You can't go in there with the girls." Chris told him again.

"They don't care, they're not naked, we've done that before." He continued.

"Can't say I don't blame you for trying Ash." Christian snickered.

"Hey, I just want to have fun."

"Hey, so do I."

"I think there's a difference." Chris chimed in.

"I don't care, they won't mind, I'm going in!" Ash opened the door.

"No!" Chris and Christian lunged forwards to grab him but he jumped aside to dodge them and that caused them to tumble into the room. "Whoa!" They looked up. "Eh?"

"Ah!" The girls cried and stood up.

"Get out pervs!" Trish roared and threw a towel on Christian's face.

"Chris!" Kari shrieked and dove back under the water to cover herself.

"It's not what it looks like, I swear!" Chris waved his arms and dove behind the wall.

Christian stood up, towel on his face, "It was for me…"

"Out, now!" Trish threw a shoe at him this time.

"Whoa!" He side stepped and ran out.

"I told you they'd mind." Chris growled at Ash.

"Maybe you two, but not me." He replied smugly.

"Look, I told you, I'm sorry." Chris repeated to Kari later that night as they all sat in the spa room looking out at the moon and stars.

"And I told you, whatever I don't care. So get over it."

Chris sighed and stared at the moon, "Nice night."

"Yeah." It was silent except for the gentle music to 'The Song of Love' playing quietly until Kari spoke up. "Chris…?"

"Yeah…?"

"Well, now that He's gone, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know, maybe tie up some loose personal ends, finish some other scores that have gone unsettled, and of course win the title."

"So, you mean mainly then RVD, Triple H and Steph then, right?"

"For the most part…"

"What about all of us?"

"I don't think anything will change between any of us. We may have different goals in life, but we're all friends and I don't think that will make a difference."

"So we'll still be the same?"

"I guess, well for the most part at least. I mean who knows what will happen to you."

"Hey." Kari growled.

Chris smirked, "Trish and Christian can handle themselves, but you'll just hold me back. I need to be as tough as I can be in order to win the title, no dead weight."

"Oh, so that's all I am to you then huh, just a dead weight." She put her hands on her hips but Chris ignored her. "Hey, look at me!" Chris turned to her, and in that one instant, in the mood of the moonlight, in a night sky dotted with stars, in a candle lit steam room, the sad and somewhat conflicted yet calm look he had hidden in his eyes, Kari gasped and was left completely out of breath and lost for words. "Uh…"

"What." Chris scoffed at her.

"Um, oh, nothing." She looked away, realizing she was blushing. It had been a while since she remembered how much she actually loved Chris, and yet since he was free now to do as he pleased, she knew he would go after Stephanie. He still loved her, and she herself was nowhere near even in his league. "I was just thinking about something stupid."

"Hmph." Chris pouted and ignored her, he just figured she had let the steam go to her head and was hallucinating in delusion.

The next day…

"This is only temporary, to see how it changes things. I don't want you to think this is permanent, it has been planned out for sometime. It's only because, He, is gone that it would be the best time." Linda McMahon was telling the gang.

"So." Trish turned to Christian. "Off to SmackDown then eh?"

"Yes." He nodded and they turned to their friends. "See you at the PPV's then I guess huh?"

"Yeah." Chris sighed, it would be so different not to travel in a group like they always did.

"But hey, it's only temporary." Kari smiled. "Nothing will change."

"And Ash." Linda looked down at her adopted son. "I want you to stay with me for a while."

"Alright." He nodded, understanding, after all, she must feel very conflicted now that He had finally been defeated and was gone. It would take a while for things to return to normal within the company, and especially between all of them who He had hurt the most.

"Come on then, I guess we'd better get going." Shawn led the Raw team of himself, Chris and Kari off.

"See you." Trish waved as she and Christian headed off to be with the rest of the SmackDown crew.

"I'm going to call Edge, we can travel with him." Christian spoke up.

"Alright." Trish agreed, but honestly she wasn't caring to listen, she was just thinking about Shane, and Christian knew that just by looking at her.

In the elevator Christian sighed and broke the silent tension, "Look, why don't you take a few days off and go look for him."

"Huh, what?" Trish snapped out of her thoughts and turned to him.

"It's obvious you can't get him out of your mind. Now that He has been taken down, you can find him and restore his memory."

"But…" Trish was hesitant, she had grown very attached to Christian.

He put his hands on her shoulders, "Just do it, go to him, you know you want to see him." He smiled. "Don't worry, it will be fine."

"Christian…" She sighed and hugged him closely. "Thank you." He patted her back.

"Edge and I will go see some of my friends too, don't worry. We all need some time alone and time off after all of this, it has been a while and even though it's over, it's not really done."

"Yes." Trish felt a tear go done her cheek. "You're right. Thank you."

Many things were going on at the same time…

"Where are we?" Victoria looked around the secret room, hidden in their hide out.

"Lillian Garcia."

"What?" Victoria gasped. "He still has her in here?"

"Remember when she dressed up as Linda to kidnap Stephanie? That was all by His planning. He stumbled across the drug by accident and has used it as his main weapon ever since. She was the first, she was the first one brainwashed by the amnesia drug."

"And somehow she was the most successful." Victoria sighed, rolling her eyes a bit.

"Where is the key?"

"Oh, THAT key?" Victoria had always wondered what that key was that she has been given long ago. "I let Shane have it, figured it was safe with him. Let's just go find him."

"It won't be easy."

"Oh, and why not?"

"Now that He is gone, Shane will start to regain his memories. He may have been the more important pawn, but he was also the weakest."

"Well it does make sense." Victoria sighed. "Alright, let's go find him."

"We need the key, we don't need Shane anymore."

Victoria watched Melina walk off and then looked at the locked door, "What is all of this? Why Lillian, what does she have to do with any of His plans? And he's gone now, why can't I do as I please?" Victoria sighed and followed, she had always been the less liked and longed for her freedom, but she had made a deal. So why now was she still following even though He was gone?

So everywhere, everyone was doing their own thing now that they had no worries… it was supposed to be a time of peace…

Heaven's not enough, if when you get there, just another blue. And heaven's not enough, you think you've found it, and it loses you.

"Woohoo!" Kari was head banging, she and Chris were at a heavy metal concert in New York.

"This was a great idea." Chris smirked as he rocked out and enjoyed the music. "What a great way to celebrate."

"Yeah!" Kari stuck out her tongue as the song ended and horns were raised as far as the eye could see.

"Uh, Kari…?"

"Eh?" Kari turned to him, frozen in the standard tongue and horns pose.

Chris looked her up and down and frowned, "Please put your tongue back in your mouth, you look like a tramp with your mouth open that wide."

"Ah!" Kari gasped in offense and folded her arms into a pout. "Oh and like your throat is any better."

"Please." Chris scoffed. "How would you know anyways?" He smirked and rubbed his chin, "With a voice like mine, it must be coated in sugar and gold."

Kari made a long grimace and mumbled, "More like a sour lemon."

"Potato, tomato." Chris just brushed her off as the next song began over the roar of people. Kari went back to the music and smiled slightly to herself, she was happy things were becoming peaceful and she was also happy she could stay with Chris. Nothing had really changed between them. After the concert they headed back to the hotel. "What a nice night, the encore KILLED! Hah."

"Yeah, I couldn't think of anything better." Kari smiled and then stopped. "Oh! Wait, I have a present for you."

"What, you do?" Chris stopped.

Kari stood to face him, "It's a year since we've met, and I got something to commemorate the occasion."

"Ah, and the concert too?"

"Yup. Now close your eyes." Kari smiled and Chris obeyed, he felt something go around his neck. "There. Alright, you can open!"

"Hm?" Chris looked around himself and then noticed a small gold chain with something on it. "What's this?" He picked it up. "A locket?" He blinked and opened it, seeing a picture of himself and one of Kari.

"Remember those shots? When the WWE first came to LA I took you around town. The paparazzi saw you on the strip so I pushed you into a photo booth to hide. And remember my brother? I guess he put a dollar of quarters in the machine because it took pictures."

"Huh?" Chris blinked, starting to remember.

"He gave them to me when I went home that night and I've hung onto them ever since." She giggled. "It was a fun time, and so I thought, well I dunno, maybe…" She didn't want to sound too sappy or emotional.

"This is dumb." Chris cut her off. "Lockets are for girls! I'm not wearing this!"

"You'd better!" Kari growled back, another of their many silly arguments. "It means a lot, it's a present!"

"So what." Chris turned his back.

Kari frowned and stomped her foot, "Oh fine, whatever. Let's just go back and get some rest."

"Yeah, yeah, right." Chris walked off. Kari watched him go and followed behind, thinking about the day they had spent almost a year ago together in LA…

You've thought of all there is, but not enough, and it loses you in a cloud.

"Come on, don't be such a tourist!" Kari had called out to Chris as he looked through all the windows of the stores.

"Hey, check this one out!" He pointed in a sports memorabilia shop.

"Chris…" Kari sighed with her arms folded, he was acting like such a child.

"Hey yoh, what up bitch?" A gangster called out to Kari as he walked with some of his homies.

"What did he just call you?" Chris snarled and turned around with fists only to see that they had gone. "Huh?" He turned to Kari.

She sighed, frowning, "Oh grow up. You act like you've never seen street punks before." She sighed and walked off. "Chill out, I knew them, they're cool."

"No, they're criminals."

"You really are naive." Kari rolled her eyes and led him on down Sunset. "Hey, there's George!" She waved to her younger brother, seeing him coming out of one of the shops with some of his friends.

"Hey, he's a wrestler!" One cried.

"It's Chris Jericho, look!" Another pointed.

"Oh no." Chris gasped to see a flock of paparazzi heading towards them.

"RUN!" Kari wailed as they turned a corner. "In here, hide!" She shoved him in a photo booth and heard them run past. Kari looked out, "Whew, that was a close one."

"We should stay in here for a few minutes until the heat dies down."

"Right." Kari fidgeted. "Kinda tight though." They squirmed around and growled at each other.

George found them, not that they were hiding quietly, and put money into the machine, "Might as well make some memories."

"Ah, what was that!" Chris gasped at a flash.

"Paparazzi!" Kari looked around. "No it's the machine, it's going off."

"I'll kill it!" Chris roared, his heart racing as he went to pound on the camera lens.

"No you idiot, you'll break it!" Kari grabbed onto him.

"I don't care, I'm rich, I'll pay for it!"

"You're an idiot, is what you are… and you're not rich!" Kari cried out as they wrestled, and the machine caused attention from passers by.

"Oh brother…" George sighed and the pictures printed. He pulled them off, the first of Kari and Chris looking at each other in close conversation, the other of Chris jumping up and Kari gasping, the next of Kari holding back Chris, and the last of Kari hitting Chris and him falling down out of the frame. "So much for good, happy times in LA together…"

'We may fight, but the more we fight the better friends we get. And come to think of it, even now…' Kari thought to herself as they walked side by side in the night. 'Nothing has really changed, only, we have gotten closer I guess.' She walked closer to him and he put his arm on her. She smiled contently, 'That makes me happy, and I guess I couldn't want it more any other way.'

There… there most everything is nothing that it seems, where… where you see the things you only want to see.

In Canada…

"Where is he?" Edge was banging on the door of the dark house.

"Why isn't he here?" Christian looked through a lightless, curtain covered window.

"Knowing him, he must've ditched us."

"Darn that Dean Malenko, I'll bet he ran off to Florida or something." Christian kicked the dirt.

"Yeah, the Florida Keys." Edge turned and walked off.

Christian followed, while singing, "Aruba, Jamaica, OH I wanna take ya. Bermuda, Bahamas, come on pretty mama…"

"So much for my plans." Edge sighed, rolling his eyes.

Elsewhere in Canada, sorrow amid the facade of happiness…

I'd fly away, to a higher plane. To say words I resist, to float away. To sigh, to breathe, forget.

"Shane…" Trish knew exactly where to find him, they'd had an apartment in Toronto not too far from the old Canada branch HQ of the WWE. Sure enough, with his memories returning, Shane stood waiting there outside the vacant building, waiting for her. Trish stepped forwards towards him, "It's been a while."

"Trish…" Shane's voice was quiet, back to his normal tone, but his new past had changed him. Now that he could remember everything that was erased, but also remember everything he'd done while a puppet, he didn't know what to say or even do. "I… I…"

"Shh, please." Trish embraced him tightly. "It doesn't matter, you don't have to say anything. I understand. You don't have to hurt anymore, now is a time for healing. We have the whole world to be together now, and I won't loose you again."

"Trish…" Shane choked, tears in his eyes. "I don't know what to do, I'm so, so, sorry, but I… I still, I just…"

"Come on, come to my place. We have a lot of talking to make up for. Just know that I still love you. I always have and I never stopped." Trish paused in her thoughts, Christian flashing through her mind for a moment. Her eyes shook as she held Shane closed.

"Ah, ow." Shane cringed, snapping Trish out of the movie moment. "Oh…" Shane groaned as Trish noticed where she had put her hand on his head there was a large bump, almost as if somebody had injured him and he was hurt. But she thought it was strange, something about it, something about Shane, just did not feel quite right.

And heaven's not enough, if when I'm there I don't remember you. And heaven does enough, you think you know it, and it uses you.

That night…

'Shane is having such a hard time, he's going through so much.' Trish sat watching Shane sleep, it was very dim in the bedroom with only the lights from outside pouring in through the window. She sighed sadly, 'There is so much I want to talk to him, but I don't want to say or tell him anything yet because he's dealing with all of the memories he's recovering on his own. I don't want to do anything that would hurt him anymore.' She looked very worried as she hid back the tears, 'I want to help him, I want him to be free, if this is something so wonderful, why am I not happy?' There was a loud knock at the door that caused her to cry out and wake Shane.

"What's that?" He asked groggily.

"Somebody at the door." Trish stood up, still a bit shaky.

"It's late, don't answer it." He laid back down.

"No, it is late but it might be an emergency." Trish jumped out of bed. She went to the door but saw nobody through the hole, and with a deep breath of courage she opened it and looked around. "Huh, nobody there…"

"Ah! Trish!" Shane called from the bedroom.

"Shane!" Trish ran back and saw Victoria come in through their window with Melina.

"Give us the key." She demanded in a low voice.

"What key…?" Shane asked, confused and a bit afraid from the shock.

"Give it to me!" Melina jumped at him and reached under his vest pocket, pulling out the key.

"That key…" Shane could barely remember, he had honestly forgotten about it, it had been so long since Victoria had given it to him. He sighed sadly, feeling unconsciously used again at the memory of Victoria and Melina working under Him.

"Thanks, have a nice life." Victoria replied smugly and they left. Trish jumped over and shut the window, the curtains draping back down from the gust of breeze.

She sighed and sat down on the bed, "What was that all about…?"

"That key…" Shane struggled to remember. "What is that key…?"

"Don't worry about it, it doesn't involve you anymore. You should be glad, you're finally free. You can live your life and do what you want to do." She held him closely from behind, putting her forehead on his shoulder as he cringed from other bruises on his body. Trish sighed and returned to her sad thoughts again, 'If Shane is truly free, why is this not so much heaven as it should be? Why is he hurting? Is He really gone?'

I saw so many things, but like a dream. Always losing me, in a cloud.

Many things going on at the same time…

Christian couldn't sleep either, his arm hadn't hurt since His defeat. Edge would always tell him when they trained in their younger days, pain is your body's way of letting you know you're still alive, it's the body's way of telling you that you're making progress, getting stronger, tougher and faster. Christian felt as if his arm was completely healed, and at the same time, also almost like it were dead. The only pain that was left, was the one in his heart. He let out a deep breath in sigh as he pulled out his wallet and looked at the picture of Trish he held in it. He wanted her to be happy, so did that mean he had to let her go?

Cause I couldn't cry. Cause I turned away. Couldn't see the score. Didn't know the pain, of leaving yesterday, really far behind.

In another life. In another dream. By a different name. Gave it all away, for a memory, and a quiet lie.

And I felt the face, of a cold tonight, still don't know the score. But I know the pain, of leaving everything, really far behind.

And if I could cry, and if I could live, what truth I did then take me there… Heaven goodbye.