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"Here you go."
Lita looked up at the sound of Edge's voice from the doorway. The tall blond man had returned, a can of ginger ale in his outstretched hand as he offered the beverage to her.
"Watch it, Jerky."
She nearly jumped as she realized, startled, that Chris Jericho had come here as well. Oh, no... Somehow, she sensed the two men had gotten into it out in the hallway. Y2J's face looked pretty annoyed, and there seemed to be a definite purpose about him as he pushed the door even wider, actually hitting Edge's back with it.
"Asshole!" the taller blond man shouted as the soda can dropped to the floor upon the impact. Thankfully, it hadn't been opened, the the redhead knew she would now have to wait several minutes before she did that, as she didn't want a hand- or facefull of soda.
"Who are you calling 'asshole'?" Jericho snapped.
"*You*, asshole."
Lita bent over to retrieve the ginger ale, her eyes rolling up in her head. This was just great... These two just could not seem to agree on anything, let alone get along.
"Oh, yeah?" Chris spat. "Well, why don't you call me that to my *face* instead of with your back to me?"
"Fine," Edge nearly growled. He turned to face the shorter man, getting into his personal space. "I *will*... Asshole." He smirked as he stared down into Jericho's blue eyes, as though silently challenging him.
Y2J took the bait. In a flash, he swung a fist at Edge, but the taller man saw it coming and blocked the would be blow, shoving Jericho instead. Then, the two were brawling - shoving and hitting each other right there.
Lita yelled out to them, anguish filling her. She was extremely grateful toward these men for saving her from Kane - but the last thing she needed was for them to fight yet again. Why couldn't they just get along?
"Stop it!" she cried, a deep sorrow overtaking her. "Just stop it!"
Neither Edge nor Jericho responded or even acknowledged her in any way. That caused the redhead even more despair.
"If you two don't stop, I'm leaving!" she screamed. "*Without* you!"
Slowly, suddenly, the fighting ceased. Edge's green eyes were flooded with concern as he looked toward her, her eyes meeting his. She was glad she'd gotten his attention and gotten through to both of them.
"Can't you two just get along?" she said wearily. "At least if for no other reason, then for *my* sake? I already have enough to go through as it is... Now I have to go through the stress of finding an abortion clinic, and-"
"Whoa, whoa..." Jericho interjected, cutting her off with a wave of his hand. "Run that by me again?"
"She said she has to go through the stress of finding an abortion clinic," Edge repeated.
"I *heard* her, you idiot!" the shorter blond snapped. "Abortion?" He frowned and glanced from Lita to glare up at the Intercontinental champion, who sure as hell didn't seem the least bit surprised. "I can't believe you..." he muttered. "... you actually talked her into doing that to her own baby?" His face was full of disgust.
"Chris, Edge didn't talk me into an abortion," the redhead spoke up. "It was *my* idea to get one." She looked down, remembering how sweet, caring and understanding the taller man was toward her the previous night during this trying time. "I... I can't give birth to a monster. And that is exactly what Kane's baby would be." She winced, on the verge of breaking down.
Edge stepped closer to her, his heart going out to the distraught redhead. Gently, he placed his large hand on her shoulder, tenderly rubbing it.
Lita was grateful for the comfort and felt herself sinking into his touch. Somehow, he made her feel so comfortable, and stronger.
Y2J stood back, eyeing the two. His eyebrows raised as Lita suddenly let out a sigh and put herself
right into Edge's arms. The tall blond man embraced the woman, gently stroking her hair. Somehow, the
exchange between them surprised him.