Jeff Hardy paused outside the door taking a deep breath before knocking. He
frowned when no one answered. Trying the door he found it unlocked and let
himself in. He headed down the hall and froze when he came to room where
Edge was staying. There on the bed Kayla and Edge lay, Kayla wrapped
securely in Edge's embrace.
Jeff, blinded by his anger and hurt didn't notice the tear tracks on Kayla's face, all he could see was them lying together. Jeff spun and stormed out the apartment, never looking back.
Three hours later, Christian returned, with several bags and let himself into the apartment. He called out for Kayla and became concerned when no one answered. He headed back to his brother's room and stopped when he found Edge lying awake, Kayla asleep in his arms.
Edge held a finger to his lips. "Keep your voice down." He murmured softly.
Christian came farther into the room and saw the tear tracks still staining Kayla's cheeks. "What happened?" Christian whispered confusedly.
"She talked to her father." Edge told him. "Daddy wasn't too happy about her involvement in the WWF." Edge sighed. "He disowned her, Chris."
"That's totally uncool." Christian remarked sadly, "Poor girl."
"Yeah." Edge stroked her hair and smiled as she snuggled closer to him. "Her father is an idiot."
"So am I." Christian replied.
Edge locked eyes with his brother. It was time to talk. "Why Christian?" Edge asked, "Why would you turned your back on your own brother?"
Christian sighed and walking around the bed sat down on the side opposite Kayla. "I was jealous." Christian shook his head, "I forgot what was really important. I forgot that blood is more important than titles. We were always there for each other. During the brood and as a tag team it was always Edge and Christian. I didn't realize how much that meant until after I had screwed everything up."
Christian ran a hand through his hair. "When I saw you lying on the floor after Test attacked you, I realized that I needed to fix things. We can't leave things the way they are."
Edge began to stroke Kayla's hair again. "When you turned on me, I wasn't even angry. I kept waiting to wake up and for to be a dream."
"I'm sorry, Edge." Christian told him sincerely. "Can you forgive me?"
Edge was silent for a moment. "You did a lot of totally shitty things." Edge told him, "But I need my brother."
Christian smiled and reached out and clasped his brother's hand. "You won't regret it."
"I know." Edge told him with a smile. Edge looked back down at Kayla. "Ya know, I really hate to disturb her, but I gotta piss."
Christian laughed quietly. "Let's see if we can't get you up without bothering her."
Gritting his teeth against the pain Edge moved carefully out from under Kayla, laying her down with her head on the pillow. Edge then accepted his brother's help in getting out of bed and down the hall.
Kayla woke up and looked around confused. "Okay, this is Edge's room and I'm in the bed, but he's not. There's something wrong with this picture." Just as she was about to panic Edge, supported by Christian, walked back into the room.
"Where have you been?" Kayla demanded.
"Relax, Babe!" Edge laughed, "I just went to the bathroom. Christian helped me. Chill out, I'm not going anywhere." The blond wrestler laughed again, "I'm getting back in bed, see?"
"You'd better be." Kayla growled.
When Edge was settled back in bed he reached out and wrapped an arm around Kayla. "How are you?"
Kayla shrugged running a hand through her auburn locks. "I just can't believe that he did it." Her eyes filled with tears but she blinked furiously forcing them back.
Christian's heart went out to her and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Parents and brothers," his eyes went to Edge before returning to Kayla, "Do a lot of stupid things. Your parents still love you, Kayla. Things will work out."
Kayla had seen the look pass between Edge and Christian. "I take it you two have worked things out?"
Edge smiled and Christian nodded, "We've made a start."
A small but genuine smile came to Kayla's lips. "I'm glad. You two need each other so much."
Christian sighed, "I wish I didn't have to but I have to get going. The company is going to Chicago."
Suddenly Kayla remembered her conversation with Vince. "Oh no you don't!" she told him. "I talked to Vince this morning. He wants the three of us plus the Hardy's, Lita and Jericho to sit this one out."
"Why?" Christian asked curiously, "I can understand why he'd put you and Edge on the sidelines but why the rest of us?"
Kayla shrugged, "He said he wanted to let Test relax a little." Kayla's expression took on a hard edge. "Vince promised me that we'd get to pay him back." Kayla's features relaxed and she continued, "He's setting me up with a trainer in a couple days to start teaching me some basics. I'll never be as good as the rest of you but I'll be able to defend myself."
Kayla looked over at the clock. "I'd better go get dinner started."
"No."
Edge and Kayla looked at Christian in surprise. "Excuse me?" Kayla asked.
"You are going to take it easy." Christian told her. "I went shopping and I'm going to make dinner for us. I invited Team Xtreme and Jericho too."
"Well let me help at least." Kayla insisted beginning to climb out of bed.
"Get back in that bed right now!" Christian scolded her, "I saw that heating pad on that chair. You're in a lot more pain than you're letting on aren't you?"
Kayla sighed, "It's not that bad." She told him, "I'm just a little sore from the chair and from when Kurt wrenched my arm behind me."
Edge and Christian looked at her dubiously. "All right fine!" she exclaimed, "I have a bruise on my back but other than that I'm fine, really!"
Edge sighed, "Lift up your shirt and let us see." His tone brooked no arguments.
Knowing that it would do no good to argue she pulled the back of her shirt up and the brothers frowned when they saw the dark ugly bruise that lie between her shoulder blades.
Reaching out gently Edge carefully poked and prodded noting that when he did so she tensed in pain. "That had to hurt."
"You would know." She told him wryly. "But you two are over reacting."
"Maybe. Probably." Christian admitted, "But humor us and take it easy for a day or two okay? If you don't you'll regret it when you start training."
"Okay! Okay!" she gave in, "Just for a day or two, if it'll make you two happy."
"Thank you." Christian told her turning to leave the room. "You two just chill and leave everything to me."
Kayla watched him leave a doubtful expression on her bruised face. "Is he gonna burn my apartment down?" she asked Edge fearfully.
Edge laughed softly, "Naw. Chris is actually a great cook. It'll be fine."
Kayla looked him over critically. "How are you doing?"
"I'm still pretty sore, but the medication is helping." Edge told her, "I just mainly feel pretty weak."
"I really am sorry about you getting hurt," she told him for the hundredth time.
"And you have nothing to be sorry for, it wasn't your fault." Edge told her firmly. "If nothing else, I should be grateful to have such a beautiful nurse."
Kayla blushed and Edge reached out a hand to caress her cheek. Their eyes locked and slowly as if drawn by some undeniable force they began to lean towards each other. Kayla closed her eyes and waited for the moment when their lips would touch.
Jeff, blinded by his anger and hurt didn't notice the tear tracks on Kayla's face, all he could see was them lying together. Jeff spun and stormed out the apartment, never looking back.
Three hours later, Christian returned, with several bags and let himself into the apartment. He called out for Kayla and became concerned when no one answered. He headed back to his brother's room and stopped when he found Edge lying awake, Kayla asleep in his arms.
Edge held a finger to his lips. "Keep your voice down." He murmured softly.
Christian came farther into the room and saw the tear tracks still staining Kayla's cheeks. "What happened?" Christian whispered confusedly.
"She talked to her father." Edge told him. "Daddy wasn't too happy about her involvement in the WWF." Edge sighed. "He disowned her, Chris."
"That's totally uncool." Christian remarked sadly, "Poor girl."
"Yeah." Edge stroked her hair and smiled as she snuggled closer to him. "Her father is an idiot."
"So am I." Christian replied.
Edge locked eyes with his brother. It was time to talk. "Why Christian?" Edge asked, "Why would you turned your back on your own brother?"
Christian sighed and walking around the bed sat down on the side opposite Kayla. "I was jealous." Christian shook his head, "I forgot what was really important. I forgot that blood is more important than titles. We were always there for each other. During the brood and as a tag team it was always Edge and Christian. I didn't realize how much that meant until after I had screwed everything up."
Christian ran a hand through his hair. "When I saw you lying on the floor after Test attacked you, I realized that I needed to fix things. We can't leave things the way they are."
Edge began to stroke Kayla's hair again. "When you turned on me, I wasn't even angry. I kept waiting to wake up and for to be a dream."
"I'm sorry, Edge." Christian told him sincerely. "Can you forgive me?"
Edge was silent for a moment. "You did a lot of totally shitty things." Edge told him, "But I need my brother."
Christian smiled and reached out and clasped his brother's hand. "You won't regret it."
"I know." Edge told him with a smile. Edge looked back down at Kayla. "Ya know, I really hate to disturb her, but I gotta piss."
Christian laughed quietly. "Let's see if we can't get you up without bothering her."
Gritting his teeth against the pain Edge moved carefully out from under Kayla, laying her down with her head on the pillow. Edge then accepted his brother's help in getting out of bed and down the hall.
Kayla woke up and looked around confused. "Okay, this is Edge's room and I'm in the bed, but he's not. There's something wrong with this picture." Just as she was about to panic Edge, supported by Christian, walked back into the room.
"Where have you been?" Kayla demanded.
"Relax, Babe!" Edge laughed, "I just went to the bathroom. Christian helped me. Chill out, I'm not going anywhere." The blond wrestler laughed again, "I'm getting back in bed, see?"
"You'd better be." Kayla growled.
When Edge was settled back in bed he reached out and wrapped an arm around Kayla. "How are you?"
Kayla shrugged running a hand through her auburn locks. "I just can't believe that he did it." Her eyes filled with tears but she blinked furiously forcing them back.
Christian's heart went out to her and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Parents and brothers," his eyes went to Edge before returning to Kayla, "Do a lot of stupid things. Your parents still love you, Kayla. Things will work out."
Kayla had seen the look pass between Edge and Christian. "I take it you two have worked things out?"
Edge smiled and Christian nodded, "We've made a start."
A small but genuine smile came to Kayla's lips. "I'm glad. You two need each other so much."
Christian sighed, "I wish I didn't have to but I have to get going. The company is going to Chicago."
Suddenly Kayla remembered her conversation with Vince. "Oh no you don't!" she told him. "I talked to Vince this morning. He wants the three of us plus the Hardy's, Lita and Jericho to sit this one out."
"Why?" Christian asked curiously, "I can understand why he'd put you and Edge on the sidelines but why the rest of us?"
Kayla shrugged, "He said he wanted to let Test relax a little." Kayla's expression took on a hard edge. "Vince promised me that we'd get to pay him back." Kayla's features relaxed and she continued, "He's setting me up with a trainer in a couple days to start teaching me some basics. I'll never be as good as the rest of you but I'll be able to defend myself."
Kayla looked over at the clock. "I'd better go get dinner started."
"No."
Edge and Kayla looked at Christian in surprise. "Excuse me?" Kayla asked.
"You are going to take it easy." Christian told her. "I went shopping and I'm going to make dinner for us. I invited Team Xtreme and Jericho too."
"Well let me help at least." Kayla insisted beginning to climb out of bed.
"Get back in that bed right now!" Christian scolded her, "I saw that heating pad on that chair. You're in a lot more pain than you're letting on aren't you?"
Kayla sighed, "It's not that bad." She told him, "I'm just a little sore from the chair and from when Kurt wrenched my arm behind me."
Edge and Christian looked at her dubiously. "All right fine!" she exclaimed, "I have a bruise on my back but other than that I'm fine, really!"
Edge sighed, "Lift up your shirt and let us see." His tone brooked no arguments.
Knowing that it would do no good to argue she pulled the back of her shirt up and the brothers frowned when they saw the dark ugly bruise that lie between her shoulder blades.
Reaching out gently Edge carefully poked and prodded noting that when he did so she tensed in pain. "That had to hurt."
"You would know." She told him wryly. "But you two are over reacting."
"Maybe. Probably." Christian admitted, "But humor us and take it easy for a day or two okay? If you don't you'll regret it when you start training."
"Okay! Okay!" she gave in, "Just for a day or two, if it'll make you two happy."
"Thank you." Christian told her turning to leave the room. "You two just chill and leave everything to me."
Kayla watched him leave a doubtful expression on her bruised face. "Is he gonna burn my apartment down?" she asked Edge fearfully.
Edge laughed softly, "Naw. Chris is actually a great cook. It'll be fine."
Kayla looked him over critically. "How are you doing?"
"I'm still pretty sore, but the medication is helping." Edge told her, "I just mainly feel pretty weak."
"I really am sorry about you getting hurt," she told him for the hundredth time.
"And you have nothing to be sorry for, it wasn't your fault." Edge told her firmly. "If nothing else, I should be grateful to have such a beautiful nurse."
Kayla blushed and Edge reached out a hand to caress her cheek. Their eyes locked and slowly as if drawn by some undeniable force they began to lean towards each other. Kayla closed her eyes and waited for the moment when their lips would touch.
