I know, I know, it's been ages, and I'm sorry. I promised this part last week, but had some bad news and had to return home to be with my family. I've finally got around to writing this, after having to go watch the real Summerslam! first, and I hope it turns out well enough to satisfy!

I've changed something already by bringing Lillian back early, but a lot more is to change. I'll post the 'real' results at the same time as the next chapter so that you can check it with what actually happened if you can't remember. Bear in mind, this is the notes I took when I was watching, and only some matches have commentary…plus I got a little overexcited when Shawn came on screen…

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Part Eighteen

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"Where the hell have you guys been?"

Jeff shook his head at Edge as they all piled into the dressing room. "Don't ask, we'll explain later," he said, pulling out his wrestling clothes. They had arranged to be sharing the same changing room for the big event, so the fact that the others were all waiting and worrying was no real surprise.

They had all rushed off to the hospital in such a state that no one had thought to bring their call phones, and it hadn't even occurred to anyone to call Edge or one of the others to let them know what had happened. At least I hadn't until they were already in the car on the way to the arena, with no way to contact anyone.

"Jesus, Shawn, you look like hell."

"Thanks, Rob," Shawn said with a small smile as Lita glared at the man.

"What?" Rob asked defensively. "He does. Did you get any sleep last night?"

"A little."

"Not wise when you're facing Triple H tonight," Billy said with a sigh. "You okay?"

"Not really," Shawn replied, honestly. "But when I kick Hunter's ass and get back to my nephew's side, I will be."

"Your nephew?" Lillian asked, entering the room.

"Long story," Lita interrupted, before anyone could question any further. "I'll explain later, but we need to get ready."

"I'll say!" Lillian shook her head. "I'm about to get out there now, I was just checking you guys were finally here. The show starts in five." She walked towards Rob and pulled him into a passionate embrace, shocking the man. "You kick Test's ass tonight, sweetie."


"I will." Rob frowned. "But I really don't like the idea of you being out there with during the match. If Billy and I get blind sided by Christian and Lance, you're on your own, and I don't like that."

"I'll be fine, Rob."

"Besides, You gotta know I'll be there in a flash." Edge winked at Lillian.

"I know, I just don't want you ruining your chances for the belt," Rob said with a sigh. "Our match is before yours, and I don't want anything stopping you from beating the crap out of Guererreo."

Edge smirked. "Trust me, Rob, there is nothing that would stop me doing that. Guererro is going down."

Lillian laughed and headed to the door. "Where's Rey?" she asked, turning to look at her friend.

"He's behind the curtain already," Edge replied with a smile. "Something about wanting to make sure he was ready to kick the crap out of Kurt Angle."

Lillian smiled and shook her head. "I'm sure he will. I'd better get out there, w're on the air in five, and Finkle doesn't know I'm back yet."

"Then you'd better get going then, sweetie," Lita said with a grin, wishing she could be there to see the look on Howard Finkle's face when Lillian walked out there.

As the petite ring announcer left the room, they quickly changed for their matches, not caring that the room was mixed gender. No one was really all that bothered, and everyone was far too lost in their own thoughts of their upcoming matches. Although, Lita turned in time to see Shawn blush and look away as she threw her baby tee over the top of her lacy bra.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, unable to keep the smirk from her face as she approached.

"A little apprehensive, I guess, but I'll be fine."

"Torrie will look after Dev, don't worry."

Shawn smiled. "I won't."

"Dev's your nephew?" Billy asked. "Sorry, wasn't meaning to eavesdrop, but I was wondering where Torrie was, and I heard her name. Tuned in."

"It's okay," Shawn said with a smiled. "Yeah, Devlan is my nephew. Torrie's at the hospital looking after him now."

"Hospital?" Edge interrupted, looking concerned. "Everything okay, man?"

"Not really. But it will be. All I have to do is beat the crap out of Hunter, and then everything can go back to normal."

"You mean you can play the invalid again?" Rob asked, a smile playing on his lips.


"Yes, Rob, do please keep mentioning that before he's faced Triple H. I mean we want everyone to know that."

"There's no one here, Li," Rob said, although he did look apologetic and at Lita's look, he turned to Shawn and said, "Sorry," in a meek voice.

Shawn laughed and shook his head. "It's a sad state of affairs when a woman can make you bend to her will, and she's not your girlfriend." The others laughed as Shawn ducked out of the way of Lita's hand.

"You better watch it Mr. Boy Toy," Lita said through narrowed eyes, although she was smiling.

"Consider me watched!" Shawn laughed.

"I think Lita's watching you enough herself," Jeff muttered, but he made no effort to quieten his voice, and soon he was lying on the floor with Lita tickling him mercilessly.

"Hey, guys, the show's starting!"

Lita relented and let Jeff up, with a sharp smack on the head for measure, and sat on the couch as Billy turned up the volume. Jeff sat beside her, grabbing her head and covering her forehead with kisses as she squealed with laughter.

Edge was avidly fixed on the screen as his friend walked down the ramp. Slowly the others calmed down and began to cheer on the smaller man, knowing that their friend was determined to beat Angle, and all understanding why. Most of them had had their own run ins with the Olympic Jackass, both on and off screen, and despite his athletic achievements and capabilities, they definitely wanted Rey to win.

"Crap!" Edge threw his jumper on the floor, standing up and stalking towards the door.

"Damn it!" Billy sat back in his chair and rubbed his eyes.

"Rey's gonna be gutted," Jeff said with a sigh.

"He'll get Angle next time," Lita said, leaning back.

"This should be interesting," Shawn said with a laugh. He was still watching the show, and was rather interested in how Stephanie was going to handle sharing a room with the RAW manager all night."

"Bischoff'll be lucky to get out alive." Jeff laughed as the screen changed back to the arena. He leaned back and closed his eyes groaning as the music started.

"That guy amazes me. He's such an ass," Billy said with a laugh.

Jeff glanced up at the screen as Y2J entered the arena, and rolled his eyes at the screen. "To think we used to be friends with that Jackass."

Shawn smirked and sat on the edge of the settee, next to Lita. "I'd say, you're right, but considering I'm about to beat the crap out of my former best friend, I really can't comment on that."

Lita looked up and him and smiled, placing a hand on his leg and leaning against him. She didn't notice the raised eyebrows she was getting from the others in the room, apart from Jeff who was smirking, but Shawn noticed, and he was trying to stop his face from turning bright red. He still found it hard to believe that at his age, he was blushing like a virgin every time Lita glanced in his direction.

Shawn cleared his throat, ignoring the snickering from Jeff, and turned his attention back to the screen as he slid onto the couch next to Lita. He glanced at Edge, who was re-entering the room and regarding them with a smirk, and smiled as the younger man's phone rang.

"Hey, honey," Edge said, his face lighting up as he heard his girlfriend's voice. "Yeah, Rey's fine. I think he's more pissed at losing than anything else. His ankle should be fine. No permanent damage."

"Hi, Ivory!" Lita called and Edge rolled his eyes.

"She says hi back," he said, shaking his head. "Yeah, I'm on after the Jackass. Yes, I'm wearing the white outfit. Yes, with the long coat." Whatever Ivory continued to say, was something Edge didn't share, but the tips of his ears went red, and he became very interested in his boots.

"You know, phone sex only works if both people participate, Edge. Ouch!" Shawn rubbed his head where Edge's phone had hit him. "What was that for?"

"My girlfriend wants to talk to you," Edge said with a smirk.

Shawn looked at the phone as if it was about to grow fangs and bite him, but eventually picked it up. "Hey, Ivory. Yes. Well, he's a very interesting shade of red, right about now." He smirked up at Edge, before his face paled. "I think I'd find that very painful. Yes, I tend to value that part of my anatomy. Lita? I-I don't know what you mean," he said, as the others in the room snickered. He was turning a rather charming shade of pink himself, and Lita was glaring at Edge.

Shawn cleared his throat. "Yes, okay. Actually, yes, I've heard that." The tone of his voice had changed and Edge was looking at him with a rather nervous expression. "No problem, I'll hand you back to Edge. Catch you later, Ive."

Edge raised his eyebrows and took the phone back. "Sweetie, what was that all about?" Edge frowned. "But I do worry. Because you sound…well…no, of course I trust you. Okay. Yes, I'll kick Guererro's ass. See you later. Love you, too. Bye. What the heck did you say to my girlfriend," he said as he hung up.

"Your match is coming up. Flair's about to tap," Shawn replied with a smile.

"Nope, he's got the rope."

"But he's tapping!"

"He got the rope first!"

"No, he didn't!"

"Jeff, honey, Billy's right, Flair got the rope first," Lita said and Jeff pouted at her. "Oh, Jericho tapped out!" She squealed.

"Oh, well, looks like you're up, Edge."

"Don't you play the innocent with me, Michaels, I'll find out sooner or later." Edge pulled off his t-shirt, and picked up his long, white coat, twirling it behind him and pulling it on. "See you after the match," he said with a wave, as the others wished him luck.

"Well," Lita said with a small smile, "We're up after this."

Shawn wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his embrace. "You'll kick Matt's ass; both of you will."

Lita smiled up at him and, not caring that the others were watching, she kissed him softly on the lips. "Thanks, Shawn."

"For what?" he asked, smiling at her.

"Everything."

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End of Part Eighteen

I toyed with the idea of having Matt or Hunter having been the driver of the car that hit Devlan and his father, but I changed my mind, as it seemed too cliché, and I think there's enough already going on.

Hope you liked the chapter, and I'm sorry that not much happened, but the others will have their matches in the next chapter.