Sunlight fell across Kayla's face and she rolled over snuggling up to the warm body next to her. Reality invaded her dreams and she opened her eyes to find herself lying next to a sleeping Edge. "Man I gotta stop doing this." She whispered thinking back to when she woke up to Jeff. The thought of him brought a frown to her face. She still didn't understand what had gotten into him.

Kayla reached out and stroked Edge's hair as he slept. It was her fault that he'd been hurt. She'd run her mouth and he'd been the one to pay the price. Kayla thought back to Jeff's insinuation that she had feelings for the former brood member. Did she? What did she feel for Jeff?

Kayla sighed and carefully climbed out of bed heading towards he living room. She was surprised to find Christian sleeping on her couch. Kayla paused not sure if she liked the idea of the former Alliance member being in her house while she was asleep. She pushed the feeling aside. Everything seemed to be fine and if Christian staying helped him patch things up with his brother then it was worth it.

Kayla walked into the kitchen, looked at the clock in the kitchen and sighed. It was after noon. "I'd better get some lunch ready for these boys." Just then the phone rang. "Hello?" Kayla answered.

"Kayla?" Vince's voice came through, "How are you and Edge doing?"

"I'm okay, Vince," Kayla told him, "I'm a little sore but I'll live. Edge is pretty banged up."

"What the hell happened last night?" Vince demanded.

Kayla filled him in about the confrontation in the locker room and how it had escalated from there. "It's my fault, Vince. If it wasn't for me it wouldn't have happened."

"That's nonsense," Vince admonished, "This is part of being a wrestler. You don't have to take Test's shit and as his valet it's your responsibility to help him when you can."

"I want a chance to get back at Test, Vince." Kayla told him anger rising in her voice. "He thinks since he can't be fired he's invincible. He needs his cocky little ass whipped."

"You will, Kayla," Vince promised, "When Edge is better I'll set something up so he gets the shit pounding out of him. But first thing's first. You and Edge won't be going with us to Chicago. Neither will Team Xtreme or Jericho."

"Why not?" Kayla asked, "I mean I can understand about me and Edge, he needs time to heal but why the rest of them. The crowds expect to see them."

"I want all of you out of Test's reach for a while. Let the bastard relax." Vince told her, "He's gotten too arrogant and forgotten who the boss is. It's time to remind him."

"What are you going to do about the fans?" Kayla inquired.

"Rock, Austin and RVD should be enough to entertain them." Vince told her, "I got plenty of stars we can survive without you guys for a week or two. I'll show the clip from the security cameras and the crowd will understand. Besides it'll get them geared up for your revenge."

"You're the boss, Vince." Kayla told him shrugging mentally, "I have a feeling the Christian is gonna want to stay behind too."

"Why?" Vince was confused, "Those two have been split for a while now. He's Test's tag team partner."

Kayla smiled, "I think this little incident has knocked some sense into Christian. He's finally realized that blood is more important than titles."

"Sure it is," Vince said disbelievingly, "Anyway I've got a meeting, get some rest. I'm setting up a training session for you in a few days so you can start learning some of the moves. You've got a lot of catching up to do."

"Whatever you say." Kayla agreed. "I'll be in touch."

"Send Edge my regards," Vince told her.

"I will." Kayla waited until Vince hung up before doing the same.

Kayla returned to the task of fixing something to eat and looked up when she heard someone enter the kitchen. She looked up to find Christian standing in the doorway. "Good morning."

"Morning," He returned stretching. "I hope you don't mind that I crashed here last night. I didn't want Edge to think I baled on him again."

"No," Kayla assured, "It's perfectly all right. He needs you." Kayla smiled, "I hope pancakes and bacon are all right. I'm not feeling energetic enough for anything else."

Christian smiled. "Pancakes sound great." Christian frowned, "You shouldn't be cooking at all. You should be resting."

"I'm fine." Kayla assured him.

"You forget I'm a wrestler. I know damn well you have to be sore." Christian admonished.

Kayla shrugged and winced, "Okay, so I'm a little sore. It's no big deal."

"Have you looked in the mirror?" Christian asked her.

"Excuse me?" Kayla sputtered, not sure if she should be offended or not.

Christian picked up the metal frying pan and held it up like a mirror. Kayla gasped when she saw the ugly bruise that had formed across her cheek. "Well damn." She sighed.

Christian watched amazed as she simply went back to making breakfast. "That's all you're gonna say?"

"What can I say. It's done." Kayla laughed, "He did one hell of a job though."

Christian shook his head and speechless walked back into the living room. "Women."