A/N: Thanks for all the reviews guys, I love them all and please keep reviewing because I love them all so much.

Um…tonight's show wasn't that good, I mean, it had it's moments, Chris, Christian, Kurt, loved all of those moments, but Lita and Edge, yeah, could've done without that. I think the chapter sucks, but eh, what can you do when you have an Edge and Lita wedding?

Enjoy…hopefully. :)

"So Lita is marrying my brother tonight, LITA is MARRYING my BROTHER!"

"Yeah, I got that," Stephanie said. "And I know, who do you think gets stuck planning this crap."

"This can't be happening. Steph, tell me this is not happening."

"It's happening," Stephanie said. "I don't mean to sound like I don't care, but there's nothing that is going to change that."

"It sickens me."

"You're not the only one."

"I still think that he's using her. I don't know, maybe to get into Kane's head, or maybe because he thinks that he can't win on his own, but he's using her, I just know it."

"Christian, I know that's what you say, but how do you know she isn't really in love with him, or at least in lust with him?"

Stephanie had not seen many signs to the contrary. Whenever Edge and Lita were together, they looked happy, disgusting, but happy. In fact, she couldn't even watch half the time because she didn't enjoy watching them shove their tongues down each other's throats. But that just added to the fact that she was starting to doubt this entire thing.

"I can just sense it, kid."

"But you don't have any concrete evidence. I mean, they seem…excited last week, and I saw Edge and he seemed excited, and he's going to get all dolled up for it and everything and I've been planning the stuff and well, there's been no complaints."

"That may be, but I know it's wrong up here," he said, tapping his forehead with his index finger. "I know how Edge thinks and how he works. He's like…like a parasite or something, feeding off of you, getting what he wants to make himself look better."

"I don't think that's exactly what a parasite is," Stephanie pointed out.

"That's beside the point, you get the idea," Christian told her. "I mean, you do get the idea don't you?"

"Yeah, I get the idea. I just don't get what you want us to do about it. What do you want to do about this situation?"

"We have to put a stop to it. I don't know how, and I don't know why…wait, I do know the why, I just don't know the how. Anyways, we just have to put a stop to this so that we can help Lita."

"This is going to piss Trish off."

"If we're quiet, she won't even know," Christian said, making the gesture of zipping his lips. "Let's just say, I don't want another one sucked into Edge's evil doings."

"Ok, well then we have to think of a how."

"Yes, we have to think of a how," Christian said. "How…how…how are we going to do this?"

"I think I have an idea," Stephanie said, but went unnoticed by Christian.

"Something good, something great, something they would never expect. Or maybe something they would expect but done in a different way then they would think," Christian grumbled to himself as he rubbed his chin. "Something totally awesome."

"Christian, I said I think I have an idea," Stephanie said, but he was too deep in thought at the moment. Stephanie sighed and shoved him, causing him to look at her.

"You're interrupting my thought process!"

"I HAVE AN IDEA," Stephanie said, loudly and slowly so that Christian would understand.

"Oh, well, what is it?"

"It goes a little something like this…"

While Stephanie and Christian were plotting, her unsuspecting husband was hanging out with the last week's newest acquisition, Kurt Angle. It was just like old times and Kurt was having a blast knowing that he was back on the show with all his friends. If he wanted to go hang out with Stephanie, he could go hang out with Stephanie, or if he wanted to argue with Christian, he could argue with Christian. Everyone was here and he was just so happy to be here too, finally.

"So got any good pointers for Batista?" Kurt asked.

"He hurts," Chris said with a laugh. "He really hurts. Of course, my wife is friends with him, so you know how it goes."

"Oh yeah, Steph is friends with him, I forgot about that," Kurt said.

"Yeah, but you know how Steph is, she doesn't care who fights with who as long as it looks good for the show. She'd just as soon have us fighting with each other."

"But we're buddies."

"Yeah, buddies who are now potential opponents," Chris said. "I'm just glad to be back in a title picture, even if it's not one-on-one."

"It's with Christian."

"Yeah, but Christian and I both know when it comes to work, there is no friends. We're friends away from the ring and it works."

"Oh so much to learn, teach me Chris, teach me," Kurt said, clasping his hands together and looking downright pathetic.

"Not today Kurt," Chris said, patting his shoulder. "I think Christian is with Stephanie actually. She kicked me out of her office and I saw Christian walking towards it so apparently they're talking about something secretly."

"Hope they're not having an affair," Kurt joked.

"Oh yeah, that would be the ultimate way to psych me out for the match on Sunday. There's no way that I'd be able to have a match if that happened. I'd probably end up crying in the middle of a ring curled up in the fetal position."

"Aww, I'd come out and help you."

"And that's why you're my best friend," Chris said with a laugh. "You know, I'm going to sound so girly right now, but I'm really glad you're back on Raw."

"You love me," Kurt said impishly.

"Would you quiet down Angle, I have a reputation around here," Chris hissed.

"This is definitely a hug moment."

"Oh God, I forgot about the hug moments," Chris cringed. "Kurt, please, for the love of Mike, this I NOT a hug moment."

"You missed me, it's definitely a hug moment," Kurt responded.

"I swear, if anyone sees this," Chris said, going in for a hug. He tried to hug Kurt quickly, but Kurt held on, patting him on the back. "You know, if I didn't have a wife, people might start to talk."

"I'm just happy to be here."

"I know," Chris said dully, "I know."

"So Randy went to SmackDown…"

"Yeah, he actually called Stephanie and told her that he was happy and that he was looking at this as kind of a fresh start. She wished him luck over there. He'll probably do well though."

"Yeah, now that I'm not there."

"Of course Kurt, because you were the only worthy guy over there."

"You're damn right I was."

"Well welcome to a whole new ballgame."

"Yeah, you guys have the diva search, how can I compete with that," Kurt said sarcastically.

"Do not get me started on that again? I hated it last time, I hate it this time, but it's all on Vince and the marketing department or something," Chris said, not exactly knowing what channels it had to go through.

"Yeah, but as part owner, can't you say something?"

Chris shrugged, "I guess, maybe, but Vince is Vince and you of all people know how Vince is."

"Yeah, you're right, there's no way we could get him to change his mind."

"Not even worth trying. I just know that Stephanie is going to hate it. She hates working with people like that. I don't blame her."

"Yeah, but she's a professional."

"She's a great professional."

Stephanie was being a professional at that very moment. After she had solidified a plan with Christian, the newest member to Raw had come into her office and she was giving Carlito a briefing on how things worked around here. He had never been on Raw before, making his debut on SmackDown, so there was a lot to learn.

"I like to think that we run a tighter ship than SmackDown," Stephanie said, not intentionally meaning to degrade the other show, but it was just the truth. "Raw is an entirely different animal I think."

"That's cool," Carlito said nodding as he leaned back in his chair.

"I run things around here, and so does Eric Bischoff, so if you want something, go to him or to me and we'll see about getting you whatever it is you wanted. Bischoff I'm sure has things that he wants to say to you, but that's all I have to say."

"Cool," Carlito said, getting up and leaving. Stephanie sat there and thought of the things that she was going to have to do for the wedding later. This was not fun though, because it wasn't her wedding and it wasn't between two people that she could actually say she cared for. But then there was the plan that she had with Christian, which would be at least a little bit fun, if Christian was coming through at the moment, which she hoped he was.

Christian was nonchalantly telling Kane that Stephanie wanted to meet with him, and she was going to be waiting in her office. Kane had no idea what this was for, and honestly, he didn't really want to see anyone tonight. He was pissed off, more so than usual, since Kane was pretty much pissed off 99 of the time as it was. But Stephanie was the boss and if she wanted him, it might have to do with business.

When Kane walked into her office, her chair was facing the other way. Slowly it turned around to reveal Stephanie sitting there, her hands resting in her lap. She looked just like a super-villain from some movie, ready to plot the demise of the superhero, but this was reversed, this time she was the superhero, or at least something comparable. She gestured for Kane to sit down, which he did reluctantly.

"I know that you don't want to see Lita and Edge get married this evening," Stephanie started off coolly. "Not that many of us do."

"Yeah," Kane grunted, which wasn't really an answer at all, or even a coherent reply, but Stephanie didn't care as she pushed forward with her speech.

"Well, I'm here to give you an opportunity to intervene in this wedding, whether it be because you feel for Lita--"

"I don't anymore," Kane interrupted harshly.

"Ok then, this will give you the opportunity for revenge," Stephanie said, and she saw a sadistic smile come over Kane's face. If Stephanie wasn't the boss, she would be afraid of that smile. A long time ago, when she was a very different girl, Kane had terrified her, and she knew the evil behind that smile.

"Go on."

"Well, having you interrupt is easy, but how effective is it when Edge and Lita know you're coming," Stephanie stopped, but he didn't respond so she kept on speaking. "Not very effective, which is why I think that you being underneath the ring will be most effective towards stopping this sham of a wedding. And I will help you get under there Kane."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Let's just say there's a third party involved and I'm simply the messenger," Stephanie answered, being purposely vague.

"Matt Hardy," Kane ventured a guest.

"No, I haven't spoken to him in quite some time," Stephanie said. "I can't reveal my sources, it could be anyone. But this person will remain anonymous, and this meeting we're having right now, it didn't happen."

"So you want no involvement."

"Now you're catching on," Stephanie said with a smile that could almost match Kane's. "I have no love lost for Edge and Lita, make no mistake about that, but this is not my battle to fight. I'm simply doing something that I feel is right. But you go right ahead and take all the credit for it. Just make sure you do something."

"Oh, I'll do something," Kane promised.

"I'm sure you will, you never do disappoint. That's all I needed to say, if anyone sees you come in here, you were simply here because you asked to leave early. Right before the wedding, we have to set up, we'll turn off the lights briefly, allowing you a few moments to get underneath the ring."

"Ok."

"That's it, thanks for your time. Me and my associate in this matter appreciate it."

"I just want revenge," Kane growled, and then left.

Stephanie was satisfied with her handiwork and grabbed her cell phone. She dialed the speed dial number for Christian and called him, telling him that it was an all-go. She kept the phone call brief so as to not arise suspicion if anyone was near Christian at the moment. What she didn't know was that Chris and Kurt were around Christian at the moment.

"So that was my wife?" Chris asked as Christian hung up the phone.

"Yeah."

"I think you were right Kurt," Chris said with an exaggerated sigh.

"What did you say Kurt?" Christian asked.

"That you and Stephanie were having an affair," Kurt said. "I gotta hand it to you Christian, I tried to get Stephanie to have an affair with me, but she never bit. I guess you have something that I don't."

"Of course I do, it's called charisma, check into it," Christian answered. "Of course Stephanie would want that over an Olympic medal."

"I won it with a broken freaking neck, don't' forget that."

"You would never let us," Christian said. "I guess you talked too much about yourself and not enough about Stephanie, that's why she wouldn't choose you."

"I love how you're talking about my wife," Chris said as he observed the other two. "But you go right ahead Christian, sleep with her. I'll just have to get my revenge by sleeping with Trish."

"Like she would want you," Christian scoffed.

"Excuse me, I'm Chris Jericho, she'd want me."

"Fine, take Trish then."

"Who's taking Trish?" Stephanie asked as she walked up to the three men. "Chris, are you taking Trish?"

"Yeah, as punishment for you having an affair with Christian," Chris explained.

Stephanie furrowed her brow, "I'm having an affair with Christian? This is news to me, it must've happened while I wasn't looking."

"Well you were just on the phone with him," Kurt pointed out.

"Yeah, to inform him about something," Stephanie said, rolling her eyes and trying to sound like she was telling the truth. "No need for anyone to jump to any conclusions over that. I mean, if I wanted to have an affair with Christian, you'd know it."

"Oh I would?" Chris asked, stalking closer to her. Stephanie ducked behind Kurt and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind and leaned her chin on his shoulder.

"Kurt protect me from my evil husband!" Stephanie yelped, trying to keep Kurt in front of her so she could have a barrier between her and Chris.

"So now you have someone to protect you, how convenient for you," Chris said.

Stephanie moved to stand next to Kurt and wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning herself against him. She smiled up at Kurt for a second before looking back to Chris. "It is convenient, especially when we're fighting."

"I was under the impression we had a no fighting clause."

"We did, we do, we haven't fought," Stephanie replied. "Oh, I have to go check on something for this wedding later, luckily Bischoff has control of the show so I can focus on this sham marriage. Gross."

Stephanie turned to go see something about the wedding and bumped right into someone who was holding a soda in their hand. When she bumped into the person, the soda predictably went flying straight onto Stephanie's blouse, soaking her through and through, and if she had been wearing something white, it would've caused all the people around her to get quite the show.

"Oh my God!" Stephanie screamed, trying to get ice out of her cleavage.

"I'm so sorry!" the person said, some woman, maybe a diva search woman or someone's girlfriend.

"It's fine," Stephanie said impatiently, not wanting to get in a fight when she was cold and wet. The woman ran off and Stephanie turned towards the other three.

"Are you ok baby?" Chris asked, coming over and kind of covering her up since she was wet and all.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but I don't have another shirt, this is the only one I brought because I wasn't expecting to have to change or anything," she said angrily. "Now I'm going to be sticky and wet all night long."

Christian and Kurt snickered and nudged each other after she said that, both of them being twelve years old mentally. Chris glared at them until they both shut their mouths, really not thinking that maybe the woman's husband would not take too kindly to having someone else think dirty thoughts about his wife.

"Shut up you guys," Chris told him.

"And we're shut," Kurt said, but trying to stifle a laugh.

"Ok, so who is going to give me their shirt?" Stephanie asked. "Because I'm not wearing this shirt the rest of the evening. And since none of you are in dire need of your shirt, that means you get the great honor of giving me one."

"I'll give you my shirt," Chris said. "We'll see you guys later."

"Bye," Christian and Kurt said in unison as Stephanie and Chris walked off towards their dressing room.

"So why did you really call Christian? Because you wouldn't have called Christian about something that wasn't important, since he's here and you can just find him and talk to him, so it must be something."

"Can we talk about this when I'm not soaking?" Stephanie asked, delaying the inevitable questioning from Chris. Chris would never believe she was actually helping Lita and not trying to bring her down.

"Ok," he said, opening the door for her and letting her inside. She stripped her shirt off as Chris took his own shirt off, handing it to Stephanie. Chris went into the adjoining bathroom and wet a paper towel for her, bringing it to her so that she could wipe off her chest, which still had soda on it.

"Thanks," Stephanie said in regards to the paper towel. She put his shirt on, and she smiled because it smelled like him. "So you were asking something?"

"About your call to Christian," Chris said. "Why you called him."

"Yeah, that," Stephanie said, "You'll never believe me if I tell you."

"Try me."

"We're helping Lita," Stephanie said, figuring that saying it was probably the best way to go about this. She was helping Lita, not because she liked Lita or felt sorry for her, but because Christian asked. And Christian had put up with her so many times before, in so many situations that she felt like she was obligated to help him.

"Ok, so what are you REALLY doing with Christian?" Chris asked, not believing that she would be helping Lita.

"Just what I said."

"Stephanie, you're not supposed to lie to me, I'm your husband."

"I know that you're my husband, I'm well aware of the fact, but it's true. Christian and I are helping her."

"Christian? You expect me to believe that Christian, boyfriend to Trish, who hates Lita is helping her. Helping her from what?"

"Oh come on Christopher Jericho. Don't act like you're so dense. You know exactly what I'm referring to. You believe as well as Christian that Edge is somehow controlling Lita. I know it because I know you, and I know you've tried to help Lita in your own way. Well I had my own way with Christian. He just doesn't want her to end up like he did, bitter and hardened."

"Wow, I had no idea."

"Of course you didn't, you were too self-involved, surprise, surprise," Stephanie said. "So now you know, and you won't be surprised when something happens tonight to derail the wedding."

"Ok then, so if you're helping Christian, what exactly is he doing?"

At the moment, Christian was watching his brother get ready. He believed in the adage that you keep friends close and enemies closer, or in this case, you keep your brothers the closest. He wanted to find out exactly what Edge had planned for this evening. Stephanie had set Kane into motion, but he needed to know what Edge was up to.

"So we're playing Matt's music, just to rub it in."

"Sounds cruel."

"Did you say cool?" Edge asked with a wide grin.

"Oh…yeah," Christian lied. "So that was Lita's idea then?"

"All hers."

Christian didn't believe that for a moment. Lita herself had asked about Matt from time to time, trying to find out how he was and everything. Why would Christian believe that Lita had anything to do with this when she was always concerned about Matt's well-being. This sounded just like more crafted lies straight from the horse's mouth (easy joke in comparison to Edge? You bet it is, but it's so easy you almost have to take it).

"Wow, you sure picked a winner," Christian said.

"I know, so how do you think that I look?" Edge asked, turning around.

Christian winced. His brother looked horrible. He understood that Edge was unique, he had always been at least unique, but honestly, he had never seen anyone look so bad on their wedding day. The last wedding he had been to was Stephanie and Chris's and that had been all class so to see his brother in what could only be described as a get-up, well, it was a shock to his brain cells.

"You look like some post-apocalyptic Confederate soldier," Christian said in distaste.

"Oh you just don't know fashion," Edge said waving him off, "I look good."

"Yeah, if by good you mean bad."

"Jealous that I'm getting married before you bro? I mean, you have been boning Trish for how long now, two and a half years and you're still not married."

"We don't want to get married right now," Christian said, defending himself against his brother.

"Yeah, ok," Edge said, "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to think for a moment."

Christian wanted to make a smart-ass remark, but refrained and left quietly. Let his brother go out there and look like a fool, what would he care? It wasn't like he and his brother were a team anymore, so Edge could go out there and do something stupid and it wouldn't reflect on Christian because they were finally separate people.

As he was walking, he came upon the shirtless Chris, who had so valiantly given up his shirt to his wife giving an interview and stopped to listen. Chris was talking about the drive that he was feeling again. He attributed it to the title match that he was going to have, that that was the reason for his passion again. In actuality, it was just the kick in the ass his wife had given him that got him back on track. When Stephanie was mad at you, you wanted to do everything in your power to get her to stop being mad at you, and returning to his focus was easy on that list.

Christian, feeling a bit edgy at the moment (no pun intended) decided to interrupt. It was all in good fun though because both men knew they were, in a cliché saying, they were bringing their A-game on Sunday because they both wanted the title. When it came to work, they were going to be all business, though everywhere else, they were the best of friends, but sometimes you had to put that aside.

While this was going on, Stephanie was making sure everything in the wedding was going according to schedule. Kane had already snuck down to the ring and everything was getting set-up. Chris, Kurt and Christian were elsewhere, but that was better because she was focused on work for the moment. Luckily Bischoff took care of everything else around here so that she could focus on this and focus she did, even including a plan into the mix.

Christian and Chris eventually wandered over to watch this debacle and a debacle it was. Lita put her best face forward and acted the part she had grown accustomed to. She wasn't looking forward to being married to Edge, but maybe, just maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She almost got tears in her eyes when they played Matt's music and she saw his face in his entrance video. She knew that Edge had slipped a production guy a large bill to get that played and she thought she could handle it, but it turned out that she couldn't.

She missed Matt more than she could say, but she had screwed that up so badly that he would never want her back. She had lost any chance at happiness with him and that was only her own fault. That was not Edge's fault, though she wished she could blame him for it, but it was just her. She played along, pretending that she was happy to hear it, but she wasn't, it held too many memories for her to really think of it as a joke.

The wedding went on and just when it was about to finish, the minister yelled out and she saw Kane and she tried to get away, knowing that he was going to be angry, although when he grabbed her ankle, for a moment, she was just glad to be near him again. Edge went after him and there was pandemonium as her and Edge escaped, him carrying her in his arms. Kane went on to destroy the set and she just watched this man that she had been with go crazy and then she was being carried backstage and she caught Christian's eye, but looked elsewhere as Edge whisked her away, no more married then they were before.

Stephanie and Christian gave a surreptitious high-five as the couple passed, knowing they had averted disaster for now. Stephanie and the rest had been shocked to hear Matt's music, but she should've known without her in charge things would go to hell. She was just glad that the plan had worked and Christian wouldn't have to worry, at least for now. She felt Chris wrap his arms around her from behind and kiss her neck.

"Hi," he whispered to her.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing, this wedding just reminds me of our wedding five months ago."

"Already that long, it feels like it was two weeks ago."

"Nope, you've been hitched to me for five months," Chris said, kissing her neck again.

"So that reminded you of our wedding?" she inquired.

"Uh huh."

"A wedding like that reminded you of OUR wedding?" she asked incredulously this time.

"Well not the actual wedding, just the concept of wedding and marriage and everything," he answered. "Not like the actual thing. I don't remember Hunter coming up through the ground and grabbing me."

"If he had done that at our wedding, I would've gladly given you up," Chris told her.

Stephanie turned quickly in his arms, "What!"

"If Trips is willing to dig a hole underground in order to stop our wedding, that's some effort, I'd have to concede victory to that."

Stephanie giggled and leaned in for a kiss. They stood there kissing for a few moments, Christian groaning as he saw it and walking away. They were so into each other, as usual, that they missed Cena going out for his match. But Chris wasn't so preoccupied to see the finish and saw the perfect opportunity. He went out there and attacked Cena, not caring what the fans thought, not caring what anyone thought, he wanted to beat up Cena, knock him around before their match.

Eventually Christian came out to help him, but they got into a little fight since Chris wanted to be the one to beat him up. Christian conceded and let Chris beat him up. He did so and then grabbed the belt. It was a much different belt than the one he had had way back when, but it was still beautiful and he still wanted it, he wanted it so bad. And he was going to try his damnedest to get it on Sunday.

Even if it meant beating his best friend.