Quick note: Because Chris is a top superstar, and has a lot of pull, he's able to come and go as he pleases. So, don't be surprised to see him appear on RAW from time to time :D

Okay... back to the story.

The hallways were almost empty by the time he showed up. It had taken him a day to finally get out of the hospital. And out of the good will located deep inside his heart – and because he really couldn't be bothered with it – Chris even decided not to bring up the issue with Dave to the higher ups. He wasn't seriously hurt, and right now his mind was occupied with other pressing issues that outweighed the leviathan. He needed to find Bourne.

After last seeing the kid standing over him in the hospital, and eventually leaving the room, Chris had been bothered with his inability to thank Bourne at the time. By nature, Chris was the perfect gentleman. Holding doors, saying please before a request, and thank you afterwards(despite the answer), picking up the tab, and paying for everything whenever he went on a date, were only a few things on the laundry list of things that Chris Jericho found himself doing out of habit. His family had raised him to be courteous and polite, and drilled into him the consequences of skipping out on the act.

This was the only reason Jericho had driven from his hotel to this RAW show to locate a man he could give two cents about.

As he walked down the hallways, the people moved out of his way. This didn't come as a surprise as Chris was used to the blatant avoidance act by now. That didn't mean that it did not annoy him though. His eyes caught an open door with the word 'Legacy' written boldly on a gold plate that hung at the top. He smirked deviously, and entered the room. Cody was the first to see him, but it was the man, whose lap he was seated in, who spoke.

Cold biting eyes glared almost instantly with displeasure. "What do you want Jericho?"

"Nothing." Jericho leaned on the lockers lining the wall and shrugged. He took note of the desperate look in Cody's eyes as they raked the ground. The poor kid was past the point of embarrassment. "But while I'm here I may as well take care of a few things."

Randy's fingers gently stroked Cody's exposed flesh - that lined his sides – in thought. Jericho was not a man Randy was fond of. He just didn't like him. "I suppose none of those 'things' have anything to do with Legacy right?"

"I don't know." Jericho's sly grin broadened as he focused his stare on Cody. "It really depends on Mr. Rhodes."

Randy's eyes slid to Cody. Cody looked up at Jericho, and glanced between Randy's piercing gaze and Jericho's own. His heart beat a mile a minute.

"Me?" He scoffed slightly – clawing at some form of stability. He wasn't one to enjoy the spotlight when it came to Randy looking generally pissed. "What about me?"

Jericho dropped his grin. "Do you know Bourne?"

Cody blinked a bit as he processed what was asked. "Evan?" He glanced at Randy with a small smile on his face – relieved to find his lover glaring at Jericho. "Yeah. We're friends." He raised an eyebrow, "Why are you looking for him?"

"Where would I find him?"

//Okay Mr. Bossy.// " Well, he might still be in the locker room a few steps away from here. Other than that he's back at the hotel."

"Thanks." His voice ran through sandpaper.

Jericho pushed himself off the lockers, and headed towards the door. Randy continued to bore holes into the man as he watched silently. His jaw clenched and unclenched showing his annoyance with Jericho's presence.

"Hey Jericho!" Randy's voice roared through the room.

Jericho stopped, but didn't turn around.

"That kid's out of your league now."

Jericho chuckled darkly, "Is that a hint of stupidity I hear coming from you Orton? I thought you'd be smarter." He half turned – still not making eye contact with Randy. "I'm not out of anyone's league. They're all out of mine."

Without caring for Randy's next choice of words, Jericho left the locker room and closed the door gently behind him. Cody looked at the door and then at Randy, and then looked at the door again. His scrunched his face slightly.

"That guy really needs some help. He's downright creepy!" At the sound of Randy scoffing harshly under his breath, Cody looked at him, "Aren't you going to do anything? He basically called you stupid you know."

"Why?" Randy smiled knowingly at Cody, amused with his boy's bewildered expression, "Jericho's a grown man. And I'd much rather not give him a reason to be on my tail. I don't need shit like that."

Cody couldn't help but pout. "If it was me, I'd have gone and kicked his butt!" Randy let out a dry chuckle, bringing a smile to Cody's face. //But what does he want with Evan?//

The locker room was empty. That is until Swagger stepped inside. At first, the younger man froze in his footsteps once he spotted Jericho seated ever so nicely on the bench and staring dead on at the blank TV screen. Swagger weighed his options – run or don't run. A playful shout came from behind startling Jack. John Cena appeared behind him with a smile that immediately fell once he spotted Jericho.

"Jericho!" Cena stepped in front of Jack – protecting the man. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Chris sighed softly, and slid his eyes up at John. He didn't get what he came to give, and running into two people he'd rather not see wasn't what he wanted. "Nice to see you too Cena."

Cena stepped forward, stopping once he stood directly ahead of Jericho. Chris leaned back, let out a heavy breath and flicked his eyes up at John. Sensing the tension in the air, Swagger opted to step in.

"John...don't-" Cena shoved a palm in his direction cutting him off, and signalling him to cease any interference.

John smiled, "Now I don't care why you came here, but I'm glad you did."

Jericho's eyes remained unmoved. His expression remained cold and very blasé.

John's smile fell, "I've wanted to say something to you for a while now."

"And your fat ass couldn't get over to Smack Down and say it there. Instead, you hoped I'd come here. Lucky for you I did."

John's jaw clenched, but he chuckled heartily to calm down. "I know you and Jack are a thing of the past, but I want you to know that you best keep your hands off him. And not just your hands. I want you -mind, body and soul- to stay the hell away from Jack."

"I have no idea who you're talking about Cena." He blinked. "Could you be referring to the man standing in the doorway?"

John cracked his neck loudly as he forcefully cocked it to the side. He quickly calmed himself and nodded to no one in particular with a large smile on his face. "All right. Good to know you understand." He turned on his heels and left.

Jack stayed in the doorway. John walked past him with anger fuming out from every available pore, but it didn't move him from his current position. Chris stood to his feet and headed to the door. Jack blocked his path. The older man stared at him through curtained lashes.

"Why did you say that?" Jack's voice was laced with worry.

"Eavesdropping isn't a skill required for this line of work. Maybe you ought to focus on something more useful. Like the ability to hide your feelings. Not everyone's interested in what's going on with your emotional frame of mind." He stepped forward only to be blocked again. "Move."

Jack's voice rose. "You're such a dick Jericho! Your attitude's not normal! Why are you like this?!" His hands balled into fists as his voice lowered, "When we were together, you were nice. I get that you're heartbroken, and even angry with me, but you don't have to be bitter."

Jericho sneered at Jack, "Heartbroken? First off, I don't even know you. That ought to clear everything up. Your bed warmer Cena was able to comprehend my response, and so should you. Second, why would I be angry at a stranger? And third, get out of my way."

His actions went before his thoughts. Before he knew it, Jericho head was turned sideways, and his knuckles hurt. Rage filled his blue eyes – darkening them by the second. //Why are you like this?// Swagger continued to punch Jericho. The older man didn't even bother to fight back. The most energy he chose to exert was channelled into self-protection. //Why don't you care?! Wipe that look off your face!//

Swagger's body was pulled away from Jericho. He looked over his shoulder to see Cena clutching him. Tears flowed from his eyes – Cena instantly got mad.

"What did you do to him Jericho?!" The man all but roared, causing Chris' head to hurt.

Swagger pulled his boyfriend back and hung his head in shame. "He didn't do anything!" He murmured under thick, heavy breaths, "I just...lost it."

Cena fumed as he stood between both men. Jericho – now standing – wiped his face with the back of his hand. His eyes caught the third party standing a few steps behind Cena in shock.

"Hello Bourne. I've been looking for you."

Cena and Jack looked at Evan – the latter blond saddened to find his friend frozen in shock and dismay. Noting the need to leave coming from his boyfriend, Cena nudged Swagger forward and the two left the room. Only Evan and Jericho remained. The door closed behind the brunette.

//It's Chris Jericho.// His throat dried instantly. //Why is Chris Jericho here? Why was he looking for me? Why can't I move? Come on Evan!//

Jericho walked closer to Bourne – relieved somewhat when the kid didn't move away. "About last Friday -"

"I told you it was nothing! Really." Evan inhaled audibly. His heart beat rapidly; gaining towards cardiac arrest. "You don't have to thank me. Anyone would've -"

"No one would've done what you did." Jericho planted both hands on Evan's small shoulders. The smaller man tried his hardest to suppress the sudden trembles that racked his body slightly. A small smile lit up Jericho's face, "I just came here to thank you."

//He came here...for me?// Evan blushed heavily. He cleared his throat loudly, and smiled "Well, you're welcome, Chris."

Jericho glared at him. "Don't call my name Bourne. Unless you're sleeping with me, you don't get the privilege of calling me so familiarly."

Evan paused, and dropped his smile for a bit "So, you're saying I have to be sleeping with you in order to call you by your first name?"

"In order to call me by any name."

Evan mulled it over. //I guess that makes sense. I mean, I've slept with tons of guys already – even some strangers – and they all let me call them silly nicknames afterwards when they wouldn't allow at it at first.// His face lit up again. //But... I'll be sleeping with Chris! This is totally different!//

Jericho eyed Bourne as he lost himself in thought. //"Don't call me unless you sleep with me?!" What the hell am I saying? I just came to thank this guy and now I'm offering up my services? When did it get to this point? I'm not even desperate!//

Evan shot his eyes up at Chris. Fierce determination was written all over his face. "All right. I'll be sleeping with you tonight."

//He agreed?! He hasn't even asked me for anything in return!// Chris hid his inner turmoil with outward serenity.

"But in return -"

//Ah yes. Here it comes.//

Evan paused before taking a deep breath to continue. "You have to give me the side facing the wall."

"H-Huh?" Jericho sold utter confusion.

Evan blushed again as Jericho's eyes fell right on him. "W-Well, I just ... I don't want to fall off the bed okay! If you want that side I won't complain. A lot of people like that side, so I end up on the edge when I sleep with them."

//Wait a second! Don't tell me -// Jericho cut his own thoughts short, "You don't think I mean sleeping with me as in literally lying down and sleeping beside me do you?!"

Evan looked at him with confusion. "Of course I think that. Why wouldn't I? I mean the term doesn't have any other meaning."

//I don't believe this.// The situation proved to be too much for Chris as he suddenly burst out laughing without a second thought. It felt good to laugh out loud, and he was a bit saddened when he suddenly stopped. "Listen to me Bourne...wait before that.... all the people you slept with were -"

"Sleepovers."

//Can he be any denser?!// "It seems we're not understanding each other. When I say you have to sleep with me, I mean..." Evan smiled brightly at him in anticipation. //I feel like I'm kicking a baby seal into a wood chipper// "I...uh..." He let out an exasperated sigh. "I'll carry you to my hotel."

"Sweet! I'll grab my stuff. Just wait here okay?"

Before Jericho could even think of responding, Evan was gone. He sat back on the bench located behind him and pasted the back of his head onto the wall. His eyes squinted when the blaring fluorescent lights hit them. //What the hell am I doing? This is insane. Why did I just invite that kid to a sleepover?// The questions proved to be too difficult as his brain gave him no answers. A smile crossed his face. //Well, he is sort of cute. If I think about it, he reminds me of one of those small, fluffy animals. Like a puppy, or kitten. And no human being would sleep with an animal – or a baby animal at that// He dropped his shoulders. //I feel like a pervert.//

Evan burst into the Legacy locker room. He stared wide eyed for a moment at the scene ahead of him – Cody pinned to the floor. Naked. Randy hovering over him with his lips just less than inches from being below the belt – but quickly covered his eyes with both hands.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I just... I didn't... I need..." He bumped into the wall. "I just need my stuff! Chris is waiting on me!" He stopped moving for a second. "Oh wait. I haven't slept with him yet so I can't call him Chris." He shifted his weight from his left foot to his right, "Um... is it okay if I open my eyes. It's really hard to see anything."

Randy got up and looked at Cody. "Are all his lights on upstairs Cody?"

Cody coughed pointedly after shutting the metal mouth of his pants zipper. "I wonder about that sometimes."

He walked towards Evan and removed the man's hands from his eyes. Evan looked at him with the puppy-eyed effect. Cody sighed. "What am I going to do with you Evvy? You're supposed to be older than me. You don't have to shy away when you see this stuff. Aren't you used to it by now?"

"No." His response was clear, dry and cut and it caught Cody by surprise.

"Uh... okay." He shook his head rapidly to re-focus. "Your stuff is in the same locker we always leave them in." He gave Evan a sly smirk, "And what's this about Jericho waiting for you? And you guys are going to sleep together?"

"I know right?" A huge accomplished smile splashed across Evan's face, "Yeah! He told me to sleep with him so I can call him by his first name, or any name I want for that matter. Plus, he's driving me to his hotel because I said I'd sleep with him tonight."

Both Randy and Cody's mouth dropped open. Cody swallowed hard, considering his next words, "Evan, did you tell him your feelings already?"

"No."

His breath hitched. "But you want to sleep with him?"

"Yeah. He's even giving me the side to the wall! Something you never do."

"Me?" Instantly Cody's mind put everything into place. Randy's mind seemed to work faster as he was already laughing loudly by the time the realization hit Cody. "You're having a sleepover?!"

"Yeah." Confusion sat on Evan's face. "Why are you shocked Cody? It's just a sleepover. It's not like I'm going to have sex with him. Jeez."

Randy slammed his hand into the locker as he continued laughing hard. Cody shot him an ineffective glare, before turning to Evan with pity in his eyes. "Evan, I'm happy for you, but -" //Hold on Codes. Jericho's not stupid. He probably knows already what the term means to Evan, so maybe it really is just a sleepover. And besides, your room is just two doors down from Jericho's. If anything, you can just head over there to check// "Have a good time Evvy."

"Thanks."

Evan ran towards the fifth locker on the wall. Randy looked at him and slowly shook his head. His laughter had subsided. Cody watched as Evan pulled out his gym bag and ran out of Legacy's locker room – thanking Cody from over his shoulder as he left.

"I suddenly feel very sorry for Jericho."

Cody looked at Randy, "Why? I think Evvy's sweet."

"And that's exactly why." Randy smirked deviously. "If you came to my room and laid that pretty little ass down beside me and just expected me to turn and fall asleep. You'd sooner be devoured down to mere bones."

Cody landed a playful hit on Randy's large arm, "Perv!"

"Don't you know it?" He licked his lips as his icy stare ran over Cody's exposed chest. "So how about it, Cody? Want to come over for a sleepover?"

So this chapter was just weird. LOL. Onto the next one!