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I decided not to put Christian in this chapter. Maybe the next one.

Chapter Six: The Allies

Edge sat on his couch and flipped through a RAW magazine bored to death. He grinned at Stacy's picture on one of pages and shook his head in disbelief. His girlfriend was so hot. He got up slowly and picked up the phone to call Lita.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Lita. It's Edge. When are you going to drop off Kiki?" he asked.

"I'll pick her up and drop her off at your hotel at 3:00, before Unforgiven."

Edge frowned. "Why don't I just pick her up? It would be a lot easier, right?"

Lita hesitated and Edge picked up on it. He stiffened and his frowned deeper.

"Lita," he asked in an eerily calm voice, "Where, or should I ask, who is Kiki with?"

"Umm," Lita hemmed and hawed, "Well..."

"Lita!" Edge protested, starting to panic, "Please tell me it wasn't someone I hate."

Lita chewed on her lip. "You don't hate Chris, do you?"

Edge's eyes widened and he swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing. "Please tell me you mean Benoit."

Lita remained quiet and Edge groaned. "Lita, I cannot believe you would do something so sneaky and underhanded!" he yelled.

"Jericho is a good guy and I know he's taking good care of Kiki," Lita snapped. "Get your head out of your ass and make up with him!"

"What?!" Edge yelled, outraged. "Jericho's the one who betrayed me!"

Lita rolled her eyes and Edge sensed her doing so.

"Stop that!" he snapped and Lita slammed her hand on the table next to her, startling him.

"Edge, go pick up Kiki," she hissed, and Edge flinched. He'd never heard Lita talk to him with that tone.

"I'm gonna kick Jericho's ass," he said to himself.

"You're not going to touch Jericho," Lita lectured, "pick up Kiki. Talk to Jericho. I think he's more attached to Kiki than you think."

Edge glared at the phone, muttered bye, and slammed the phone down. 'Shit', he thought to himself, 'I can't drive yet. How am I going to pick Kiki up?'

He picked up the phone and started dialing Stacy's number.

(Back at Jericho's Mansion)

Jericho and Kiki sat at the breakfast table eating Captain Crunch cereal.

"I liked staying here! I want to come over a lot more, Uncle Jericho!" Kiki exclaimed, bouncing up and down in her seat.

Chris grinned at her and patted her head. "Yeah, but I don't think your dad would like that."

"Why doesn't he like you?" Kiki wondered out loud and Chris shrugged.

"It's a long story."

Kiki shrugged and stuffed another spoonful in her mouth and watched in awe as Chris slurped his remaining milk from his bowl. She ate her last spoonful and lifted her bowl, mimicking Chris, getting milk all over her dress and the table. She put her bowl down, oblivious of the mess she made, and grinned, milk all over her face.

Chris shook his head and laughed. "Come on," he laughed, picking her up when he heard the doorbell ring. Chris shrugged and walked over to the door, Kiki still in his arms. He swung the door open and found himself facing an irate Edge and a calm Stacy.

"Um, hey Edge. I thought Kiki wasn't going to leave for another hour."

Edge grabbed Kiki away from his arms. "I thought I told you to stay away from her!" he yelled.

Jericho arched an eyebrow in disbelief. "Junior, Lita called me, not the other way around."

Kiki burst into tears. "Stop fighting!" she yelled and Stacy took her from Edge. She frowned at the both of them.

"Honestly, you two are so immature. Edge, get over it. Jericho, apologize. Geez," she huffed.

Both Jericho and Edge started at Stacy in disbelief. Chris grinned. "Whipped," he stated, his laughter cut short when Stacy glared at him.

"Edge, let's just get over this. We can't be enemies forever."

Edge huffed and Kiki tugged his hair. "Come on daddy," she pleaded, "lets all go to the park and be friends."

Chris shrugged. "I've got a pool out back. Want to come in?"

Edge sighed. "Fine, but win or lose tonight, that belt is mine. It was unfairly taken from me."

Chris nodded and held out his hand. "When you come back, we'll have a fair match for it."

Edge rolled his eyes. "How do you know you'll win today, much less keep it for a month?"

Chris grinned, "I will. Come on, it's Christian," he emphasized. "I could do this in my sleep."

Edge grasped his hand and shook it. Kiki grinned, "Pool time!"

(One hour later)

"It's not fair!" Kiki protested, staring out the window at the pouring rain. Edge got up slowly from the couch and Stacy supported him.

"Time to go Kiki," Edge said softly and Jericho shifted a little so Kiki could jump off his lap.

Edge walked towards the door and hesitated. "Good luck," he muttered, and walked out the door with Kiki and Stacy behind him.

"Who needs luck when you've got skill?" Jericho yelled after him, grinning happily. This was going to be a good day. Christian was going to get his just desserts.

(After Unforgiven and RAW)

Edge watched the screen, shock written all over his face as Lita was carted off. Oh, God. Poor Lita. Everything was against her.

Stacy sat beside him, trembling. They had been flirting, Edge still going over that dance by Stacy in his mind, when Lita and Kane came on. The thought of Kane made his blood boil. He wanted to pound that asshole into the ground. He mentally made a check in his mind to go after Kane as soon as healed.

Stacy shivered and Edge pulled her closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and he put his arm around her shoulders.

"It's not your fault," she comforted, reading his guilt-ridden thoughts. "You can't help her like this."

"We've got to do something," Edge cried out, his voice cracking. "I'm just not sure what. I feel so goddamn helpless."

Stacy sniffled and hugged Edge. She got up and kissed him on the forehead.

"We'll think of something," she comforted, "I'll check on Kiki and see you tomorrow, okay?"

Edge nodded absentmindedly and Stacy sighed. She tucked Kiki in and walked out the door. Sometimes it seemed like Edge liked Lita more than her.

'Lita is a really good friend,' Stacy thought to herself, 'I really care about her. I just wish someone cared about me the way Edge cares about Lita. Like a true friend.'

He cared about her in a way no one cared about Stacy. He loved Lita because of who she was, not what she looked like.

Maybe one day, she would find someone like that. Maybe that guy would be Edge.

She sure hoped it would be.

harmoni9- Aww, thanks! As you read, Jericho and Edge stopped fighting. (In this story, anyways). I'm happy you like it so far.

Pheonix-Satori10- Thank you thank you thank you! I'm glad you like it so far! I checked out the site you gave me (Mucho gracias for that). I'll go with the "needs a break" theory too.

Perfect Imperfections- Yeah, I hope I don't disappoint with the whole romance thing. (I'm better at reading those kind of fics than writing them.)

huntersgirl- That's why I need a beta reader! I fixed that thing where you didn't know who was on the phone (you were right, it was Lita). I guess my brain was working faster than my fingers.

the-punk-girl-4-life- Thanks! I hope you still like where I'm going after reading this! :)

KazzaXTreme- Cool—I was also a huge fan of Team X-Treme! I didn't like Matt a while back either. I thought he was too mean to Lita at the time. For some weird reason, he kept accidentally hitting her! I was also a huge fan of Jeff Hardy! Now, I like Matt more though. I feel sorry for him. I'm glad you liked the chapter!

Fidelitas- I'm glad you liked it! I will definitely continue.

AngelicPheonix- Yeah, it was pretty short. Sorry about that. This chapter's pretty short too. I don't know what's wrong with me! I need some inspiration! I'm glad you liked it anyway! BTW, I could never make Edge and Jericho really hate each other. I've been in love with Jericho since the ninth grade (and I'm a freshman in college now.) I've been a very faithful Jericholic.