legend thriller- eep! You're so right! I have no idea why I wrote that.

Alice N. Wonderland- Yeah, good point. Better make her, like, five. Five is a good age.

Chapter Eight: The Real Superhero

(The Sunday before RAW 9/20/04 with Jericho and Kiki)

Chris lifted the weight in his hand up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

"Uncle Jericho, I'm bored," Kiki whined, "and hungry too."

Chris set his barbell down and grabbed a dollar from his coat. "Here," he said, handing the dollar to Kiki, "there's a vending machine down the hall."

Kiki frowned a little frown. "Uncle Jericho, I'm too short to reach the thingie."

Chris sighed and looked up to see Hurricane Helms. He grinned slyly.

"Hurricane!" he yelled, and Helms looked over at him in alarm. "This little girl needs help!"

Kiki rolled her eyes.

(Back with Edge in Florida)

"I'm bored." Edge proclaimed to his empty living room. He turned on his T.V.

Another hurricane. Time to move out of Florida.

Something about Bush. Not gonna vote for him anyway.

Something about Kerry. Not voting for him either. Not voting for anyone. No time.

Mad TV rerun? Nah.

Fight Club? Sure.

He sat there and scoffed at the fighting. He could kick all of their asses.

Okay, maybe not that one really big guy. But the rest? Including the narrator and Brad Pitt? Definitely.

What was so great about Brad Pitt anyway? Sure, his wife, Jennifer Aniston was hot. Not as hot as Stacy, though. He should call her.

The phone rang and broke him out of his thoughts.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Edge! What's up?"

"Stace, babe! I'm doing absolutely nothing. All I do is watch old movies and CSI reruns on TV. I wish I was wrestling."

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Stacy softly replied, "I'll see you Tuesday, right?"

Edge hesitated, "I wanted to talk to you about that. I'd really like for Kiki and you to meet my parents. They've been asking about the two of you a lot."

Stacy let out a whoosh of air. "Whoa, that's a big step in our relationship, Edge. I'd love to go!"

"That's great! But, see, there's just this one little problem."

"What's that?"

"I kind of sort of told them you were the biological mother." Edge said in one rushed breath.

Stacy paled and steadied herself by grabbing the table. "You what?!" she yelled.

Edge winced, "They're really old-fashioned, Stacy! If they found out, they wont want to have anything to do with Kiki, and I really want her to have grandparents in her life."

Stacy snorted in disbelief.

"Yeah, I know," Edge said, "I remember what a ladies man I was. But never around them."

Stacy hesitated. "Edge, I really feel like Kiki's my daughter anyway, but we look nothing alike. She's tan and has this beautiful black hair and brown almond eyes. I look like a beach girl from California. There's a big difference. She looks more like her real mother."

"Yeah, I know," Edge replied glumly, "I'll never be able to pull it off."

"They're your parents, Edge. They'll accept her."

"You've never met my parents, Stacy," Edge replied darkly, "They can be real assholes. I don't think I'll take Kiki. I guess I'll have to call Jericho and ask him to take care of Kiki for another week. I'll deal with my parents alone. I don't want Kiki to have to deal with them. She's five, she's not stupid. She can tell if someone doesn't like her."

Stacy grinned. "You don't have to be alone. I can go with you. That way, you won't do something you'll regret."

Edge smiled shyly. "You know me too well."

(Back with Kiki)

"Wow," Kiki said, staring at Hurricane Helms in awe as he told her about the numerous bad guys he defeated, "you are so cool."

Hurricane Helms smiled down at her and slid the dollar into the machine.

"Citizen Kiki, I recommend the M&M's."

Kiki nodded and Hurricane pushed a button. She hated M&M's, but if Hurricane, a real live superhero, liked them, she would from now on too!

Hurricane opened the bag for her and handed it to her.

"Do you want some?" Kiki asked.

Hurricane shook his head. "No thank you, Citizen Kiki. You're generosity has been noted."

Kiki stared at him awestruck. "You are my hero," she told him, her childish voice taking a very serious tone.

Hurricane laughed and picked her up. "You are definitely one of my favorite people. Would you like to meet my sidekick?"

"Oh, god, what was I thinking?" a voice interrupted. Both of them looked up to see an amused Chris Jericho standing in front of them.

"Come on, Kiki, let's go." Chris said, holding his arms out to Kiki. She swiftly kissed a very surprised Hurricane and jumped into Chris' arms. Chris started walking back towards the gym and Kiki waved goodbye ecstatically at Hurricane, who waved back and 'flew away'.

"Wow," Kiki sighed as they walked back into the gym, "I met a real live superhero."

Jericho rolled his eyes. "Hurricane Helms is not a real superhero. You know who are superheroes? Doctors, Firemen, Cops. These are the real good guys."

Kiki nodded in agreement. "But, Hurricane Helms is a real superhero too."

"No, he's not," Chris replied, annoyed.

"Yes, he is," Kiki protested.

"No, he's not."

"Yes, he is."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"What is going on here," Shawn Michaels asked, frowning at Chris Jericho and Kiki standing in the middle of the gym, yelling their lungs hoarse.

"Kiki says Hurricane Helms is a superhero and I'm trying to tell her he's not. Tell her I'm right," Jericho told him.

"Of course Hurricane's a superhero." Shawn replied in a matter of fact voice.

Kiki beamed and skipped to the other side of the gym and Jericho growled.

"What'd you say that for?"

"Everyone needs a hero," Shawn replied calmly, "even if it is Hurricane. Let the kid live a little."

Jericho looked guiltily over at Kiki.

"Guess I forgot for a minute how little she was. Babysitting a kid is harder than I thought it would be."

Shawn shrugged. "I wouldn't know."

Jericho frowned as his cell phone started ringing.

"Your ring tone is 'Break The Walls Down', Jericho?" Shawn asked incredulously, "How many times do you need to here your own theme before you get sick of it?" Jericho ignored him and swiftly picked up his cell.

"Hello? Yeah, sure. It's no problem. Really. Bye, man. Good luck."

Jericho shut his phone off and sighed. "That was Edge. Kiki's staying with me for another week. I love the girl but I don't know if I can do this for much longer. I need some lovin from some women, you know?"

Shawn frowned. "Why didn't you just say no then?"

Jericho shook his head. "After I begged him to get Kiki to stay over in the first place? Hell no. He might never let her come over again. I love spending time with her."

Shawn nodded thoughtfully. "Where is she going to go during RAW?"

Jericho shrugged. "I'd say with my butler, but he quit. I have no idea why. I was paying him a lot. I got a maid though. She's hot. Kind of slow, though. I made it mandatory for her to wear a uniform all the time. You should come over some time. It's... interesting."

Shawn shook his head. "I've got to start working out. See ya later. Good luck on your match tomorrow."

"Yeah, you too," Jericho responded, and started walking over to Kiki. This was going to be a long week.

(Monday RAW)

Kiki's eyes were as round as saucers as she watched Chris Jericho fight HBK live. On TV, it didn't look like this. He fell to the ground and she burst into tears. She didn't want Uncle Jericho to get hurt!

She gasped as two men interfered in the match and started beating the two men up. Climbing over the wall, she ran towards the ring wanting to stop them. Various security guards grabbed for her, but she was too small.

She clumsily climbed up the stairs as the two men started walking out of the ring and ran to Chris Jericho.

"Uncle Jericho," she gasped, sobbing noisily, "Are you okay?"

Chris groaned and opened his eyes to see her red rimmed tear filled eyes staring into his.

"Kiki," he muttered, "I told you to stay in the audience and not move, remember?"

Kiki nodded. "But you were getting hurted," she claimed. "I don't want my favorite uncle to get hurted."

Chris laughed hoarsely. "Sweetie, I'm your only uncle."

He pulled himself up just as HBK did. Kiki put one hand in his, and to Shawn's surprise, one in his, and they made their way to the trainer.

A/N: There's not a lot of Edge in this chapter. Don't worry, there'll be a lot more of him in the next one when he goes to visit his parents with Stacy.

I seriously considered making Christian be the sneaky uncle, but I'm not so sure anymore. Let's just let the writing take it's course. He might, he might not. Heck, I don't even know for sure!

I hope you guys don't think this chapter is too confusing. I was afraid it might be while I was writing it! If you have any questions, ask, and when I update, I'll put up an answer for everyone (In case anyone else was wondering too.)