I wasn't quite sure how to end this; not sure how I feel about it, but I hope you enjoy it. Please R&R!

Part 3- My Enemy

"Chad?" Sonny questioned, examining his face.

"Um, no, I'm Eric," he replied nervously.

Sonny reached forward and jerked the hood down from atop his head, and pulled off the weird wig.

"Oh, really?" Sonny asked, obviously flustered. "Chad, what are you doing?"

"Well, you see, I…" he attempted, stumbling to find words.

"You know what, I don't really care," Sonny cut him off. "I suppose you were just pulling another one of your little tricks on me. Well you know what Chad, I'm through with you! I try to be nice to you despite our rivalry, yet you always have to mess with me. Why don't you just leave," she gestured to the door of her dressing room.

Chad gazed up at her sadly, wig in hand, weird beard still on his face. He proceeded to the door, but then turned back toward Sonny, ripped the beard off, and threw it in her trash can. He re-entered her dressing room and closed the door behind him.

"Do you want to know why I created Eric and pretended to be your fan?" He crept toward her, almost cornering her against the wall. "I was only trying to help you."

"How? And why?" Sonny wondered.

"Well, I heard you and Tawni talking the other day about how you hadn't gotten any fan mail. I figured owed you one for tricking you in to our cast. Besides, I wanted to try on a weird beard," he said, a smile forming on his face.

"Sounds like somebody cares," Sonny teased.

"Nah, I just wanted to try on a weird beard," he responded.

"Cares."

"Beards."

"Cares."

"Beards."

"Beards," Sonny reversed on him.

"Cares," he replied intuitively.

"Gotcha!" she said, victoriously.

Chad's face fell, defeated.

"Wait, you were eavesdropping on us the other day?" Sonny asked hastily.

"No, I was just delivering mail," he answered nervously.

"Uh-huh. And when you were delivering mail, did you happen to hear anything else?" Sonny asked flirtatiously, now backing Chad in to a corner.

"No," Chad gulped, becoming nervous as he was cornered. "Why?"

"Oh. I was just wondering…" Sonny said as if she was hiding something. She moved closer to him.

"Should I have?" he questioned.

"Oh I didn't know if you had heard me complaining about what a jerk you were," she answered. Then she looked dreamily in to his deep blue eyes. "But maybe I was wrong," Sonny smiled.

"Um, yeah…" Chad said sarcastically. "Look, let's keep this between us; I don't want anyone else to hear that I actually helped someone other than myself. Deal?"

"Deal," Sonny agreed, shaking him on it. Their hands stayed clasped for just a few seconds until Chad noticed and slowly pulled away. "See ya Monroe," he said with a wink as he headed back to his set.

"Chad?" Sonny called in to the hall after him. He stopped in his tracks and looked down at her as if hoping she might show him some affection.

"If we ever need a guy with a weird beard on So Random I'll be sure to let you know," she said jokingly, handing him the beard that she got out of the trash.

"You know I don't do comedy," Chad replied dryly.

"I know," Sonny said. "By the way, thank you for lifting my spirits." Then she wrapped her arms tenderly around his waist.

Normally, Chad would graze the hall before returning the hug, just to make sure that no one saw him hugging a rival cast member, but this time he didn't care. He wrapped his arms around her as well, even if it only lasted a couple of seconds. This was Sonny Monroe, his enemy that he loved to hate.