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Edge smiled softly to himself as he stepped back into the locker room.
"Hey! Where were you?" Christian demanded with impatience. "I was looking everywhere for you!"
Not quite everywhere, the taller man thought. And what a relief that was.
"Oh, yeah? What's up, Christian?"
"Well, while you were out, that reekazoid Foley stopped by...He damn near caught Stephanie here with me, too!"
Edge stared at the shorter man with shock, and his mouth went dry at the implications of that.
"What...I mean, how did he not catch her?"
"She hid behind the couch...but anyway," Christian said, waving his arms in a dismissive fashion, "that's not what's important here...Edge, I think Mick might be onto us..."
The tall Canadian eyed his tag partner silently for a moment. "Well, what exactly did he say?" he asked.
"Not a whole lot, actually...Just that we'd better keep on our toes, because he's watching us."
"Oh..." Edge ran his hand through his hair. "Well, if that's all he said, I wouldn't worry about it. If he approaches Rick and Sparky in the gold outfits, he isn't gonna find Edge and Christian now, is he?"
"Good point," the other man said, nodding.
"You worry too much..."
"That's funny coming from you - because I remember how, only a week ago, you were worrying about that hosebeast Lita listening in on us," Christian reminded him.
"What?" Edge stared at the shorter blond man with sharp, narrowed green eyes.
"C'mon, you remember! You know - when we were in the hallway in the hotel? The night Steph handed Lita's ass to her?"
The tall Canadian somehow managed to keep the scowl off his face. Yeah, right, he thought. Steph couldn't hand Lita's ass to her on her best day and on Lita's worst... He didn't speak a word of this aloud.
"Hello? Team ECK versus the Hardys and The Rock?"
"Oh...Right." The other man smirked, not liking the way Christian was referring to his girlfriend. Of course, his tag team partner thought he and the redhead were still mortal enemies and hated one another accordingly.
He didn't want to blow his cover - but he couldn't help the way the corners of his mouth threatened to turn up into a broad grin at the memory of that night... That, of course, had been the night he and Lita had gotten drunk and slept together. Without a doubt, it had been the best night of his life - because, if not for October 16, 2000, he and the redhead never would have started their relationship.
"So, where were you, anyway?" Christian suddenly asked, and Edge looked up sharply, his pleasant reverie completely gone.
The tall blond man shrugged. It seemed the other man asked him that particular question all the time these days.
"Nowhere really...just lurking through the hallway." Well, that was the truth.
Christian eyed the taller man with a strange look. "Okay..."
Edge wondered what he would think or say if he told him that he'd been discussing with Lita what he thought of her competing in a bra and panties match. As it was, good thing he hadn't gone and complained to Commissioner Foley - surely, Foley would have found that odd, and certainly would've mentioned his 'strange' behavior to Christian.
He couldn't afford for something like that to happen.