(A/N) C'mon guys, you should know by now. I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story. They all belong to themselves and to Mr. McMahon to some extent. By the way, keep on reviewing and tell me whether I should continue this story. I don't want to waste my time on a lost cause. Thanks guys. On with the story.
"Hey! Wait up Jericho!" Yelled Edge as he ran after his friend.
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me it was that son of a bitch earlier?" Jericho shot back, still walking swiftly on the catwalk.
"You didn't ask! Besides I didn't want to tell you because I knew you would react like this. Now just stop for a second and hear me out!"
"I'm gonna kill that little bitch right here and now." Jericho muttered more to himself, than to Edge as he kept up his swift pace.
"Listen." Edge said as he grabbed hold of Jericho's arm. "You can't just go over there and stab him. Cops will be swarming all over this place in a matter of seconds. It will be bad for business. And besides, what will killing him solve? Huh! Killing Michaels won't bring him back to life Jericho. Use your head."
"I know it won't bring him back to life, but it will make me feel a whole lot better." Said Jericho vehemently as he tried to break free of Edge's grip. But he was starting to see his point.
"Look, I got a better idea. Cena wants to recruit some fighters right? Well we will let him have them. We will send someone trustworthy over to pretend to defect to his side, and we will destroy him from the inside, out." Suggested Edge out of desperation.
"Alright fine. Another day Michaels, I'll let you live another day…" Jericho whispered to himself.
"C'mon, let's go back into Benoit's office. Well sort out this plan of ours." Edge said leading Jericho back to the office.
So as Edge explained his plan to Benoit, Jericho sat on the old, leather sofa in the far left side of the room with a glass of whisky in his hand. And as he drank, he thought. He tried to push Shawn Michaels out of his head but he just couldn't. Almost every night for the last 6 months, Jericho has been having the same dream over and over again. Reliving the same night over and over again. Tonight was no different. So as he drank his whisky and sat in the old leather sofa that smelled odd, he went back to that night, 6 months ago…
(A/N) sorry bout the short chapter, I've just got too much on my mind at the moment. Btw to ravenstyles27… you are just going to have to read on to find out wont you? Hehe but at the moment, no mention has been made about a gf for Jericho.