Every angry footstep he took brought him closer to the woman he wanted to speak to. Burning with rage he wanted to make her pay for what she had done and tell the man she professed to love what his girlfriend was really like. Not caring about the consequences he continued on his course towards her oblivious to everything around him and the people calling after him as he walked across town. Several strides later he came face to face with the manipulative woman he sought and he faced her down as she glared at him for intruding on her personal space.

"I ought to knock your block off!" Kit snarled holding Ellen firmly in his gaze.

Not in the least taken aback by Kit's actions Ellen narrowed her eyes, "I thought you were a clown."

"I am but this clown is in a very bad mood and you're on the wrong side of it."

"What could I possibly have done?"

"You put the idea in Robbie's head that he isn't Robyn's father when you had no right to interfere in their affairs."

"You forget that I'm involved with Sportacus, which gives me every right to be concerned about the welfare of his family and friends."

Kit shook his head, "Concerned about the welfare of his family and friends, my arse! You're nothing but a stirrer!"

"Am I indeed? Why don't you tell it to Sportacus? Here he comes now, I'm sure he'd love what you have to say."

Not totally believing that Sportacus was coming Kit looked over his shoulder. Seeing Sportacus coming he changed tack and pointed an unwavering finger at Ellen.

"If I hear you've been sticking your nose in where it isn't wanted there will be trouble and I don't care if you go crying off to muscled boy blue either."

Sportacus overheard this comment and stood behind Kit with his arms folded and a frown marring his brow. Unfolding one of his arms he took hold of one of Kit's and pulled him aside. Looking over his shoulder at Ellen he motioned for her to climb the ladder to the airship while he spoke to Kit. Once Ellen was up in the airship Sportacus returned his eyes to Kit who was staring back at him defiantly.

"Muscled boy blue?" Sportacus asked his tone deceivingly light.

Kit smiled wryly, "You are aren't you?"

"Maybe, what was it you were saying to Ellen?"

"You better ask her that."

"I'm asking you." Sportacus pushed his tone of voice now matching the expression on his face.

"She told Robbie that he may not be Robyn's dad and put the idea in his head to have a DNA test. He went and had the test and I've seen the results, Robbie's in bits over it and it's because of your interfering cow of a girlfriend!"

Shaking his head Sportacus denied what he'd been told, "Ellen would never do that. She's not like that. If she did do it she did it because that's what she thought was right for Robbie and Robyn."

"What's right!" Kit shouted his anger returning, "What's right! Have you got your hat on too tight or something? Did what I said about Robbie being in pieces get into that thick skull of yours? Have you not thought for a moment about him and Robyn? What will the news do to her if she hears it? You need a serious reality check!"

"Ellen is a good person!"

"She's nothing but a shit stirrer, Sportacus! Get rid of her! She's no good!"

Sportacus turned away as he battled the anger threatening to overtake him, "She did nothing wrong, Kit, so drop it."

"You're saying that you care more about a piece of skirt you've known for a few months than Robyn?"

"I don't know."

Kit's face contorted into a mix of expressions before he clenched his jaw and shook his head, "Then I'll tell you something I know, you come to the wedding alone. If you want to bring her you don't come and we'll see just who you care about the most."

His ultimatum delivered Kit took one final look at Sportacus before shaking his head and turning on his heel. He had to slam on the brakes when he almost ploughed straight into Ché who he knew had heard everything he'd said to Sportacus.

"So this is the welcome I get from two of my favourite people." Ché growled before laying a hand on each man's shoulder, "I think we three should have a talk. First though I think it would be a good idea, Kit, for you to contact your anger ally."

"I don't need him!" Kit shouted angry at himself for letting his temper get out of hand so easily.

Ché shook his head, "I think you do need him. I haven't seen you this wound up since the day you hit Robyn which tells me that your anger management techniques have failed. Greta is dealing with Robbie who has already borne the brunt of this resurgence of your temper and you will contact your anger ally immediately or risk facing her temper unless you can calm yourself down in the mean time. Do I make myself clear?"

Sighing heavily Kit decided to try to dispel his anger on his own. He had come so far and had let his temper slip from its tight bonds like letting sand slip through his fingers. Ashamed at himself he sat down on the ground and concentrated on his breathing as he blocked out everything around him. In this meditative state he counted to ten slowly finding that each number he counted made him feel calmer. Reaching ten and finding his anger greatly reduced he opened his eyes and looked up at Ché. Seeing that Ché was satisfied he got up and looked at Sportacus.

Feeling Ché put a hand on his shoulder again he followed the giant as he began to walk away. He knew that he'd have to involve Ché in the mess that Ellen had caused and hoped that he would be able to offer some advice on the matter. If he couldn't Kit didn't know what he would do.