A/N: Well, it was supposed to be a series, but turned into a story. *shrugs* It's still good, I think.

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"You're still here?"

Edge, leaning back in a chair so he could rest his feet on the table in front of him, looked up from his Rolling Stone magazine to the well cut blonde man donning only a towel as he emerged from his shower. Edge smirked. "Did you want me to leave?"

"Whatever." The other man, not even six feet tall, enjoyed one of his few chances to tower over Edge and crossed the small hotel room to the table by the window, still towel drying his long hair. He looked Edge up and down, then smirked when he tried to meet him eye to eye. "Is it really necessary to wear those sunglasses inside?"

Edge grinned. "I'll forget them if I don't."

The blonde held his tongue and just shook his head with a smile, changing the topic. "Do you have anything else to do today?"

"Not so much," Edge shrugged. "Just bug you."

He gave Edge a half smile and padded back over to the tiny bathroom. "Who said you're bugging me? I could use the company. I'm supposed to be rooming with Lance, but I just can't seem to keep him around. I think I'm starting to get on his nerves."

"Nah, I think he's just a work out junkie," Edge responded, in a weak attempt to console him.

"That would explain why he's so huge."

Edge raised a brow at that comment, smirking again. Maybe it was just his sick mind, though, he couldn't see the look on the face of his counterpart to see if he'd meant it as Edge had taken it.

"That's not what I mean," he called from the bathroom, answering Edge's unspoken question, and Edge chuckled, looking back down to his magazine. There was another silence, then, "So where were you last night?"

Edge froze, not even bothering to raise his eyes from his magazine.

"I gave you my key, but I expected you to stay here and wait for me to get back, not lock me out. You're lucky Lance was still at the hotel. I must have looked like a moron, trying to explain why I didn't have a key."

"Oh, sorry," Edge stumbled around in his brain, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse. Might not do well to tell the whole truth, as it usually didn't around here. "I was... ah, at the gym."

"The gym?" his brother asked, as if that reminded him of something. Christian came back out of the bathroom, now fully dressed and groomed - almost. He leaned against the windowsill, still putting on his aftershave. He finished that shortly and set the bottle on the windowsill next to him. "Speaking of the gym, Jericho was supposed to go find one last night so we could go. He disappeared, too. Just like you."

Edge examined his brother's face as Christian examined the magazine in Edge's hands, taking it away from him. Edge was relieved to see that Christian hadn't made the connection, and quickly downplayed it. "Yeah, Jesus, what a slacker."

Christian snickered to himself, just before closing the magazine and tossing it back to Edge. "Yeah, he prol'ly just got lazy and didn't feel like working out. Next time I'm going to be in charge of finding the gym."

"Sounds like him," Edge did his best to keep his voice light. Typically, Christian could usually tell when he was lying or not - some uncanny brother thing that Edge had never mastered - but Christian just didn't seem to care enough this morning.

"So who'd you go with? Is there actually a gym here?"

"Um, yeah, a small one," Edge answered, stalling to think of someone he could have gone to the gym with. When he found one, he was so surprised he just blurted out, "Kidman!"

Christian looked up to Edge, finally, startled by the outburst. Edge silently cursed himself, Christian hadn't been the least bit suspicious til that. After the mental cursing, however, he mentally thanked any and all available gods that he'd decided to leave his sunglasses on - so Christian couldn't see his eyes.

"What?"

"That reminded me, Billy left his weight gloves in my bag, I have to find him and get them back to him," Edge started rambling out a story. Christian was starting to get suspicious. His brother wasn't usually this jumpy.

"You ok, man?"

"Yeah," Edge muttered, slouching back down in his chair. "I had a cup of joe this morning."

Christian flashed a crooked half smile. "I thought you gave up that crap."

"I did," Edge half smiled back. "That's why it makes me so jumpy any more."

Christian watched Edge for a minute, searching for anything he could possibly want to hide. He decided that he most likely wouldn't get anything through direct questioning, so he continued in a roundabout way that led Edge to think his cover was believable, to his relief. "Kidman, eh? I swear, the dork chops you hang out with anymore... I bet if those chumpstain Hardys were around anymore, you'd start tagging with them in a second."

Edge grinned. He didn't seem to notice that Christian was still intently listening to everything he said for any clues as to his behavior. He shrugged. "Well, hey, Jeff is still pretty cute."

"Ah, it makes sense," Christian smiled, remembering memories of the brief time when Edge and Christian had been friendly with the Hardys. Edge had been... 'friendly' ...with Jeff. "You like Kidman now?"

"Maybe," Edge shrugged, a sign that Christian recognized as friendly mocking - Edge wasn't interested in Kidman. Christian instantaneously ran through a couple more ideas, and finally decided Edge hadn't spent last night at the gym with Kidman. His curiosity now thoroughly peaked, he was about to press forward when he the click of a hotel key in the door.

Lance was back. He jumped up quickly as Edge did the same, knocking over the chair he was sitting in.

"Get the hell out of here!" Christian yelled, suddenly flipping over the table that Edge had been using as an ottoman seconds ago. He glared at his brother who looked around desperatly for something to throw as well, his eyes falling on the forgotten bottle of aftershave. He grabbed it swiftly and threw it at the wall next to the door, then turned to glare right back at his brother. At the sequences of sudden yelling, loud crashes, and shattering glass, the person on the other side of the door had hesitated. At this point, however, Christian dropped all pretenses and surprised Edge by spearing him down. Poised on his hands and knees over his brother, he sneered menacingly and took off Edge's glasses, tossing them away so he could see the fear that was quite evident in his brother's eyes. Edge hadn't expected that.

"That was expensive aftershave, asshole," Christian whispered in Edge's ear, now smirking. Edge grinned back, quickly raised one of his knees to his chest, then, pressing his shin against Christian's abdomen, straightened his leg up, which successfully flipped Christian off him and onto his back - hard. The aural observer - or, observers, as it turned out - finally burst into the room, ready to help their friend, Christian. Lance jumped on the situation, quickly positioning himself over Christian to prevent further attacking, still trying to figure out what was going on. The other observer, however, Chris Jericho, froze when he made eye contact with Edge, who was rolling up to his feet.

"Get out!" Lance commanded, authoritatively, as Christian used the quick opportunity of having Lance's back to him to wipe the smile off his face. Lucky bastard, Edge, he thought. He's always smiling like a psycho, so he can get away with smiling now. Christian got up and feigned an attempted attack on Edge, knowing that Lance would restrain him, which he did. Over Lance's shoulder, he noticed an interesting interaction. After a tough-guy chest-tap call-out that Christian would almost cry with laughter about later, Edge grinned that psychotic grin once more before turning to Jericho, who was still frozen in the doorway. Edge stopped in the doorway, inches from Jericho, dropped his grin, and simply smirked.

Christian felt a wave of jealousy rise in him suddenly, and tried to dismiss that smirk as just a facet of Edge's constant mocking of Jericho. If only Jericho didn't look so nervous, he might have convinced himself of that. There was something between them, but Christian was unclear as to what was going on. He hadn't told Edge that he was interested in Jericho, but it almost seemed to him that Edge was interested, too. He quickly remembered where he'd seen that interaction before. The exact same smirk from Edge, but the look of fear had been in the eyes of Jeff Hardy, a few weeks before he and Edge hooked up. Christian gritted his teeth, frustrated, as Edge left the room and walked down the hall. If he wanted to get Jericho before his brother, he was going to have to make his feelings known. Soon.