Friday Night

Adam paced the locker room; he was already in his tux. Tonight was the night, the night Phil Brooks would come rescue him like a damsel in distress, and Phil was a prince or knight on a mighty steed. Tonight he'd start fresh. A new life, with Phil, no hiding, no secrets, Adam couldn't wait.

He was nervous, yes, one because Phil sent him a text saying that the flight he, John and Randy were supposed to be on, was delayed, and wasn't supposed to leave for another hour or so, the wedding, ceremony started in less than that. He continued pacing until a hand grabbed his arm firmly. He jumped turning to see Jeff Hardy.

"Oh thank god it's you Jeff!" Adam exclaimed pulling out his cell phone. "Phil sent me a text saying...-"

"I know" Jeff interrupted placing both hands on Adam's shoulders. "Listen, Matt has agreed to help us out tonight, I also talked to Johnny and Mike, and they said they'd help too, even if Phil, John and Randy don't make it. It's not much, but at least we're not completely alone". Adam took a shuddering breath, burying his face in Jeff's shoulder. "I need him here Jeff, I can't do without him".

Jeff nodded wrapping his arms around Adam whispering "You'll do just fine. I've got your back Addy. It's okay. Phil will make it. Chill Okay? Hang tight. Don't lose faith in him." Adam nodded pulling away slowly. "You're right. I'm just... a little nervous and it's causing me to over react. That's all... right?"

Jeff nodded once more. "Yup now I need you to stay put while I go try to get ahold of Phil as well as get Matt, Mike and Johnny ready, think you can stay out of trouble for a few minutes?" Adam nodded giving Jeff a hug, watching his purple/red haired friend leave. He took a seat pulling his cell out. He typed 'Where are you? Will you make it in time? I'm worried.' and hit Send.

Phil flipped his celly on as he got alerted that he had received a text. Two texts. One from Jeff, the other from Adam. He clicked Adam's text first, reading it. He hit 'reply' and typed. 'Babe we're still in Chicago, chillax we'll make it. Don't worry love.' and clicked send. He selected Jeff's text.

'Phil where U at man? Ad is freaking out! Matt, JoMo and Mike are gonna help but we need you guys. What's with the delay?'

Phil chewed on his bottom lip, selecting 'reply' he typed. 'Yes I know, he texted me and let me know it. That's great! Apparently there's a storm rolling in. Could be awhile, thinking of getting a car and just driving.' 'Send'.

"John!" Phil called as he marched over annoyed.

"Yeah?"

"Get a damn car!" He ordered.

"We Will not make it in time if we attempt to drive" Randy muttered just as John was heading to do so, they announced the plane was ready. "Move your Ass" Phil ordered as they rushed to their flight.

"Ready man?" Chavo asked Adam who forced a nod. "Of course" He lied following his best man as the wedding began. Chavo straightened out Adam's white suit jacket, fixed the stray hairs and made sure he looked good. "Okay" Chavo announced as he lead Adam down to the ring where the priest waited, Bible in hand, smile on his face.

"Where the fuck is Punk?" John Morrison hissed watching the monitors alongside with Mike "The Miz". Both men freaking out, but not nearly as stressed as Jeff was with his older brother Matt attempting to calm him down. "Relax Jeff, if Phil doesn't make it, we'll just run down there, the four of us, and knock them the fuck out..." Matt murmured as Jeff shook his head. "No Matt! Adam needs Phil okay... Ugh!"

"Oh God" Matt muttered watching as Vickie Guerrero was lead out by her chosen wedding planner Alica Fox and Victoria, her Bride of Honor.

"Not good" Mike muttered rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"We're here!" John yelled grabbing his luggage. Randy grabbed his and Phil's, as Phil raced off to get a rental car. They carried the stuff out to the loading area; Phil went and got the car, whipping it around quickly. "Toss the shit in the trunk, we have a time limit" Phil ordered as John and Randy went to work, loading it in.

John hopped in front, Randy in back, as Phil stepped on the gas, flooring it, and praying to God he didn't get a ticket. John prayed for his life, Randy prayed they weren't too late.

The Priest had just finished reading the lines to them he turned to Adam, who took a long deep breath. "Edge. Do you take Vickie Guerrero to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and in health, riches and poor, till death do you part?"

Adam swallowed thickly, thinking of a way to stall the wedding, but coming up blank. He really had no choice; he was between a brick wall and a hard place. 'Sorry Phillip' He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, opening them. "Y-yes I do." he answered as Vickie smiled at him, he forced one back. "Vickie Guerrero. Do you take Edge to be your lawfully wedded Husband, through sickness and in health, through riches and poor, till death do you part?"

Vickie smiled a full smile before answering "Yes. Yes I do." The Priest smiled as well before continuing. "Okay now, is there anybody here that for some reason thinks that these two should not be joined in Holy Matrimony... Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Jeff!" Phil yelled leaping out of the car, almost before he put it in park, and running inside the arena, John and Randy barely able to keep up. "Jeff!" Phil yelled running through the halls, racing against time.

Jeff spotted the three men racing toward him. "Phil! About time dammit! GET OUT THERE! HURRY!"

"On it!" He yelled running up the stairs leading to the stage.

"Okay!" The priest continued. "I here by name thy Husb-" "NO!" A loud voice boomed in, cutting off the priest. "They shouldn't be together!" Adam could barely contain the relief, the joy, the love at seeing Phil panting on the Smack Down stage, microphone in hand, bent over slightly, as he walked slowly to the ring. "What are YOU doing here!" Vickie screamed as Punk continued walking, entering the ring to stand between Vickie and Edge.

"Why shouldn't we be together! What's it to you?" Vickie asked sneering as Chavo, Bam, Zack and Curt began circling Punk in. "Because Vickie..." Phil leaned closer getting in her face, possessiveness in his eyes as he murmured loud and clear. "Edge... is mine!" Everyone looked puzzled at that, Vickie looked at Edge who held a straight face through it all. "No. He. Isn't. You homo! You sick gay freak!" She hissed as Phil snarled in his face. "Oh dear ... sweet... poor Vickie... but he is... He always has been, and forever will be mine." Adam shivered at the sound of Phil's voice, the way he said 'mine', and 'forever'.

"Okay" The Priest muttered backing off as everyone began to advance on Punk. Zack and Curt grabbed one of Punk's arms on each side, holding him, but he did not fight back. "Kick that freaks ass Edge." Vickie sneered as Edge advanced on Punk turning to face Vickie. "He's right Vickie..." Edge revealed dropping to his knees before Phil, resting his head on his mid-section, a deviant smile on his face as Zack and Curt released Phil's arms in shock. Phil grinned wrapping his arms around Adam's head, stroking his blonde locks affectionately while Vickie watched as Adam arched into the touch.

'He's mine' Phil mouthed to Vickie who was in pure shock from the whole thing. "Take them out NOW!" Vickie ordered the rest of her La Famila. Punk lifted the microphone to his lips. "Vickie... Vickie... Vic-kie. You don't really think I came out here alone, did you? If you did, you're badly mistaken, see unlike you, I won't put my lover in harm's way." He hissed waving his arm as the Calvary spilled onto the stage, and Phil's smirked widened. Jeff Hardy. Matt Hardy. John Cena. Randy Orton. The Miz. John Morrison. Racing with intensity and the hunger for a fight, to the ring. Matt took down Chavo easily, brawling with him on the outside of the ring.

Johnny was fighting Curt Hawkins; Mike was brawling with Zack Ryder, while John Cena and Jeff Hardy teamed to take down Bam Neely. Vickie was advancing on Adam, pulling her arm back intending to slap him, but Randy stepped between them, the 'Crazy Viper' look in his icy blue orbs, daring her to lay one finger on him. She did. Adam winced watching Randy's head rock to the side with the force of the slap, only for it to snap back, his attention on the Smackdown GM. He shoved her back into the corner, sneering in her face, something snapped. Randy locked her in the chin lock, yanking her out of the corner and delivering a vicious RKO.

"Ouch" Phil muttered amused by the whole thing. He and Adam never moved. Adam was still on his knees, Phil's arms around his head playing with his hair while they watched the complete and total chaos around them. Bam kicked Jeff hard in the mid-section causing the younger Hardy brother to double over in pain. John walked into a stiff right hand, as Bam shoved him into the steel steps, Randy went out after him, but Bam managed to grab a chair, as Randy's hand closed on his shoulder, Bam turned, slamming it into Randy's skull. Randy went down. John and Jeff recovered, running to Randy's aid, close lining Bam, before John lifted him up on his shoulders, and nailing the Attitude Adjustment on the outside of the ring. Matt delivered a Twist of Fate to Chavo, Morrison threw Curt into the ring post head first, knocking him completely out, and Mike finished it by hitting the face crushing faunally on Zack, on the steel ramp way. The fans were cheering; they loved it, all surprise gone. "CM Punk! CM Punk!" They chanted as Adam closed his eyes, pressing a kiss to Punk's belly before standing as they all left the ring, with all the carnage behind.

The Hotel Room.

"I thought..." Adam whispered his eyes filling with tears. Phil used his thumbs to gently whisk them away, placing a kiss on his lips. "That I wouldn't make it?" he asked finished Adam's thought. Adam nodded, and Phil kissed his lips gently. "If I didn't make it. I'd murder Vickie for taking you as her Husband when you're rightfully mine." Adam smiled cuddling Against Phil's chest as they stopped talking, listening to Cena on the phone.

"Okay then Stephanie… Thank you… Very much. Bye" He closed his phone, placing a hand on Adam's shoulder, the other on Jeff's. "Welcome to Raw boys." he murmured with a smile. Adam released a sigh of relief as he hugged Jeff tightly, then hugged Phil. "I Love you so much Phillip. And Jeffy I love you too... you are kind of like..." Adam trailed off wiping the tears from his eyes. "A brother?" Matt asked as Adam nodded. "Yeah a brother to me. You too Matt, Morrison... Mike I barely know you but I guess you're Phil's friend so you too. None of you had to help to me... but you still did and I love you all for it" He murmured as Mike, Matt and John nodded.

"You're welcome Adam" Mike murmured giving him a hug, moving for John to as well. Matt shook his hand, before Adam yanked him into a hug as well. Matt hesitantly put his arms around him, finally relaxing. "Thank you" Adam whispered in his ear. "You're welcome" Matt whispered back before they broke contact. "Are you guys going to be okay?" Phil asked Matt, Mike and Morrison.

"Yeah. We're on ECW." Matt murmured biting his bottom lip. "Plus if anyone touches me, Jack will kill 'em" Mike mumbled with a smile on his face. "Same with Matt, Evan don't look like much but if you REALLY piss him off, like hurt Matty... Well... you're screwed." Jeff chuckled as Matt blushed slightly at the mention of his love's name. "Cute" Adam murmured smiling as Phil's arms slid around his waist. "Nobody will touch me..." John Morrison chuckled. "They know they won't" Jeff hissed as Adam glanced at them.

"You two?"

"Mmmhmmm He's my sexy shaman... if anyone lays a finger on him, I'll murder them in cold blood" Jeff hissed As John blushed, cuddling up against his lover. "Heh since when?" Adam asked still shocked. Jeff chuckled. "Awhile actually. Just a few people knew. Phil being one, Cena and Mike, Matt, Evan Jack."

"Pretty much everyone but Randy and I?" Adam asked as Jeff shook his head. "No, those are all that knew. But yeah in the group wise, everyone but you and Randy." Jeff murmured before kissing John on the lips.

"You okay Randy?" John asked concerned as he held an ice pack to Randy's head. "Yeah... that was a hell of a shot man." Randy mumbled blinking his eyes trying to fully wake up. "Took his ass out anyway" John muttered as he glanced into the Vipers eyes, seeing something, different in them. "Mr. Cena... are you worried about me?" Randy asked with a slight chuckle. John pretended to be offended by the remark. "Me? Care about you? No!" he cried with a sarcastic chuckle.

"Liar" Randy yawned tiredly as he swatted John's hand away. "Stop... Enough be serious." John muttered but Randy kept swatting his hands away. "Dammit Orton." John shoved Randy's arms down before straddling his hips to hold them in place. "There now quit!" he hissed holding the ice to Randy's knot.

Adam and Phil chose that exact moment to walk in. "Oh damn interrupting something are we?" Phil joked but Adam just smirked. John and Randy looked confused, till John realized the position he was in. "Oh Shit!" he cursed as Adam and Phil burst out laughing. "See what you did Cena! Nice going now everyone 'll think I'm fucking you!" Randy grumbled as John took offence. "As if they don't already" Adam muttered under his breath, Phil chuckled.

"What's wrong with me?" he asked narrowing his eyes. "You're a fucking annoying lame idiot" Randy hissed back.

"Children..." Adam muttered grabbing Phil's hand, as they walked into they're hotel room.

"Adam... since we're on the same show I was thinking... and" Phil trailed off as he glanced at Adam nervously. "Yeah?" Adam asked interested. "Well what would you think about coming back to Chicago with me, staying in my apartment... or I mean it's not the best but-"

"Of Course!" Adam murmured kissing Phil on the lips. "Yes?" he asked unsure if he heard Adam right. Adam grinned. "Yes".

End of Chapter 15.