Summary: Edge (Adam) gets called over to babysit Mick Foley's kids... but they won't sleep without storytime!
Rated PG for some mild language. It's a bedtime story, people!
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Edge/Adam Copeland... but.. I'd like to...! I mean, if his wife didn't... Anyway, I don't own Mick Foley's kids. I don't own Mick Foley, either... you know, come to think of it I don't own ANYONE in these stories! So please don't sue me! (hides under her bedcovers)
Once Upon A Time
By Dezzie Chan ^.^
(Last our story left us, Adam had just made Noelle cry with the very sad end of his previous story. Now, he has promised The Rock will lay the smacketh down on someone's roody poo candy ass!)
"Okay, once upon a time..." Adam ran ideas through his head faster than the speed of light. Well, maybe not THAT fast, but he did put some effort into it. Where could he possibly fit in The Rock, not to mention someone really annoying? Better question, who was someone from a story he had heard often when he was little, that had annoyed HIM?
'Ooooh...' he thought to himself, smiling devilishly. 'How perfect...'
"Once, down at the end of Jabroni Drive, next door to the Smackdown Hotel, there was a pleasant little bakery..."
(Story mode, ( ) = Adam, { } = Duey, [ ] = Noelle)
(The bakery always had lots of customers, and the only thing it had more of than customers was pie.)
A man wearing a big white apron scrummaged through a big pantry, trying to find some ingredients for his famous pastries.
(And I'm not talking one flavor pie - all types of pie, all sizes of pie.)
Finally, he found what it was he was looking for, and holds it up triumphantly.
(It was the baker's specialty. However, don't ask about strudel, because the only strudel in the whole bakery was the owner's personal possession...)
The man turned around then, to reveal the one and only Rocky! He raised the People's Eyebrow, and asked "Were you expecting Martha Stewart? No, no, no, NO! It's The Rock! And The Rock is going to pause from his normal pursuit of pie, in order to bring you..." The Rock paused from his speech to hold out a small container labelled 'ginger'. "This! The Rock's very own world-famed, millions (pause) aaand MILLIONS-acclaimed gingerbread cookies!"
He walked over to the dough he had been preparing, and dashed out a little of the ginger. After stirring rigorously, he decided to taste-test it. Taking a big spoonful, he took a little taste, then made a face. "Ah, these are just the same as the last time! The Rock needs something different, The Rock needs something fresh, and new!" He looked around his bakery for something he didn't normally put in gingerbread cookies. There were bottles of almond extract, sprinkles, cherry preserves (for his pie, you know *cough*) but he couldn't put his finger on what would be good.
"Ah, The Rock needs something unique! Something no one... and The Rock means NO ONE! Has ever used before..." After a moment, the baker's eyes lit upon something in the corner of his little kitchen. A very large basket of fruit. He grinned, and picked up the basket, and without second thought, dumped the entire contents into the dough. He stirred a few more moments, and then looked at the sickly mixture. Well, at least he had said he wanted different, and not actually appetizing. The Rock, being always the creative one, decided to not only make this dough into gingerbread cookies, but into one giant gingerbread man, and thus, got out his cookie-cutter.
He rolled out the dough, cut out the cookie, and decorated it using sprinkles, and sugar, and licorice, and icing. He even gave it a red-iced jersey and chocolate-chip hair-do. Yes, it was quite a production. At the end of it all, The Rock was ready to bake his cookie. He put it in the oven, and set the timer, then waited. However, while the cookie was in the oven, a transformation took place... the cookie, sensing that all was well in the world of sports-entertainment, decided it was time to screw everything up by taking over a rival company and running Vince McMahon out of business, at least as far as storylines go.
So, when The Rock opened the number, a strange sound echoed around his bakery.
"Here comes the moneeeeeey..."
The Rock raised the People's Eyebrow.
"(Here we go! Money talks!) Here comes the money..."
Suddenly, out of the oven jumped Shane O'Mac, Gingerbread Boy Wonder! He began to jump invisible rope, as The Rock gave him a strange look.
"Money, money, money, money, money."
Shane O'Mac finished jumping around, then pointed at The Rock. "You! The Rock! I, Shane O'Mac, challenge you, tonight in this very bakery to a match for your baker's license!"
It took The Rock a moment to process he had just been challenged by a cookie, but he quickly regained his wits. "Who... in the blue hell... are you?"
"I already said, who I am, I'm Sha--"
"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!!"
Shane O'Mac then got very mad, and shook his cookie-crisp finger at The Rock. "Y-you'll pay for that! Do you know who I am?!" With that, he pointed to the marzipan WCW logo on his shirt. "I own WCW!! I run the Alliance!"
The Rock started talking again, pacing his bakery as he did. "Well, Shane O'Mac, I'll tell you what you can do! You can take that WCW logo... shine it up real nice... turn that sum'bitch sideways, and stick it straight up your candy as--whoa, whoa, The Rock says hold it..." The Rock paused and looked at Shane. "You really DO have a candy ass, don't you?"
"Oh! Rocky!" Shane mocked The Rock by clasping his hands together girlishly. "Are you saying I have a sweet ass?"
'Added way too much fruit.' The Rock mused to himself. With that, The Rock lunged at Shane O'Mac, but the cookie was quick to start running away (just like Shane does all the time, anyway!)
"Ha! Try, try, and attempt your best! But instead of me, now I'm sending out Test!" Shane cried in a sing-song voice.
Shane O'Mac was at least true to this, for as The Rock attempted to attack him, Test jumped out of nowhere, and booted him in the head.
[Uncle Adam! You said Rocky would beat someone annoying, not get booted!]
(The story isn't even half-done, Noelle - The Rock will have his sweet, gingerbread-y revenge!)
The Rock, very irate with Test's interference in his one-on-one confrontation with Shane, groggily got to his feet, and vowed he would catch that jabroni-bread boy.
Shane O'Mac the Gingerbread Boy Wonder continued to run, until he ran into a young man sitting on the side of a road, cuddling a European Championship Belt. He seemed oblivious to the rest of the world, until the Gingerbread Boy tapped him on the toe, causing him to look up.
"Hey! Watch my boots!" The man (who we all know to be Christian) said, frowning, slightly. "You'll get crumbs all over them!"
"Sorry.. but I couldn't help but notice you have a belt, there!"
Christian smiled proudly. "Why, yes, I do! It's mine, me, Christiiiiaaan!" He was singing now. "Christiaaa--"
"Well... see, I'm Shane O'Mac, and I have this organization against The Rock and his bakery... since you are obviously so talented, how would you like to join it?"
Christian thought hard a moment, then looked down upon the gingerbread boy. "So... you want me to abandon my home organization and join your alliance?"
"Yes... I mean... we are an organization FILLED with heels.. much like you are becoming!"
To this, Christian had only one answer. "Hey.. I may be jealous, and I may be a prick sometimes, but I'm not stupid!" Shane hung his head, and as he did so, Christian realized to full extent that this was a gingerbread cookie..
"Hmmm... yeah.... not stupid... but hungry!!" He then jumped at the cookie, but Shane O'Mac was once again ready to dodge, and ran away swiftly, singing as he went.
"Run, run, but you can't catch me! Because now you'll have to fight Booker T!"
Out of nowhere, Booker T jumped out of a bush with a battle cry of "SUCKA!!" and scissor-kicked Christian. He kneeled and began to bob his head while staring in awe at his hand in preparation for his Spinnerooni. Luckily, The Rock was still chasing Shane O'Mac, and trampled Booker T before he could execute the most uninteresting move in sports-entertainment, and left him twitching and in a lot of pain as The People's Baker continuted to chase Shane.
"Tell me... he did not just... do that..."
Next, Shane O'Mac encountered a somewhat old looking man, with a stupidly wide, Crest-whitening smile, and a big screen with his face on it.
"Yo!" grinned the man, AKA DDP, Diamond Dallas Page. "It's me, it's me, it's D... D... P!"
"Uh, yeah, right, DDP... here's a favor... could you help me get away from The Rock? He's chasing me.." Shane said, begining to skip invisible rope again.
"The Rock chasing you? But, Shane... that's not a bad thing.. no.. that's a good thing! See... The Rock may beat you up, and you may hurt... but millions across the nation will rejoice in the fact you're writhing in a puddle of your own blood! Which reminds me; have you done your yoga today? You may want to make sure you can stretch in all the different ways The Rock will contort your broken-down body!" Shane looked on in disbelief at DDP's speech, as DDP flashed a big open-mouthed smile. "Then, once you're done, you'll realize that I'm right... because I like me... you like me.. and after you realize what a complete ass you are and change yourself for the better, you'll like you, too!" DDP finished his speech with a big, fake smile, and a tilt of his head.
As Shane continuted to stare, DDP realized that Shane was a cookie. Mmmm. He sure could go for a cookie. Because the fact he was going to consume his boss wasn't a bad thing. It was a good thing. With that, he snatched for Shane, but once again, the gingerbread boy ran for it.
"Snatch, snatch, as fast as you can! You may aim for me, but you're getting Rob Van Dam!"
With that, Rob Van Dam jumped down out of nowhere to perform a five-star frog splash on DDP. He got up, and started to do his thumb-pointing, when The Rock ran by, and ran him over. He coughed a little, and attempted to do his thumb-point again, when Christian ran him over again. He waited a moment, and did his point one more time.
"Rob... Van... OOF!" He was ran over by Chris Jericho, who just felt it his duty to trample Rob Van Dam.
(AN: Chris will have his own story later... and Rob will be in it.. so fear not Jerichoholics and RVD fans alike! Er, that is, if I get enough reviews!)
The next person Shane O'Mac met was a man who was dancing about next to a river, pausing every once in a while to take a look at his reflection and fix his long, slightly wavy hair. Shane quickly realized he would have to cross the river, but being a cookie and therefore not knowing how to swim, he would need some help. He decided this guy looked like he liked the river, considering he looked at it so often, so he tugged on the man's short shorts.
"Excuse me, sir.. do you think you could help me, Shane O'Mac!, across that river?"
The man looked at him, and raised a brow. He then realized that this Shane O'Mac individual was a cookie.. and oh, could he go for a cookie...
"Me, take you across the river?" Asked the man, more commonly known as Shawn Michaels. "I'm the man, and I can!"
With that, Shawn picked up Shane, and turned around, pointing off toward.. well.. empty space. "Hit! My! Music!" Shawn took a moment to pose, but then wasted no time jumping into the water, and began to wade across, getting deeper and deeper into the water. Shane was beautifully oblivious to the Heartbreak Kid's plan. Until, at long last, Shawn was submerged in the river up to a little under his chin, he smiled evilly at Shane.
"See, here's the part where I would say 'Cut my music!' but I just love dinner music!"
At this point, Shane's eyes widened, as did Shawn's mouth, and all seemed lost for the Gingerbread Boy Wonder...
[But but but.. what about The Rock?]
(The Rock? What about him?)
{He was gonna beat Shane!}
(Oh, oh! Right! Well.. let me finish.. I was gonna say... all seemed lost for the Gingerbread Boy Wonder ... when The Rock leapt out onto Shawn's head, snatching away the cookie!)
The Rock leaped easily to the other side of the river, and smiled evilly at the shivering cookie. At that moment, Christian and DDP also showed up, and stood gathered around the cookie, rubbing their hands together. Rocky firmly placed his fingers around Shane O'Mac's cookie head, and made some motions with his wrist as if he were going to snap his head off. To accentuate his morbid intentions, he sang a little rhyme. "Crack, crack, goes Shane O'Mac's head! 'Cause Rock, Christian and Dallas need to get fed!"
(Back to normal story mode.)
"And the rest is just too gory to continue with," Adam finished with a mischevious grin. "But you have young, and creative imaginations, and I think the best way to close it is to let you--" he lightly tapped Noelle, then Duey on the forehead. "--decide the ending."
Noelle smiled, and cuddled down into her covers, looking finally satisfied. Duey happily slid off the bed, and offered his hand to Adam to get led off to his bedroom, which Adam was grateful for. He walked to the door, and looked over his shoulder one last time at Noelle before turning off the light.
"Good night, Noelle."
"Nighty night, Uncle Adam," came the quiet reply as the light went off.
~*~
Later in the evening, as Adam switched through channels, he heard the front door unlock and open, and he peeked into the front room to see Mick and Collette He sighed in relief, and stood up to greet them.
"Heeeey, Edgester!" Mick slapped Adam on the shoulder good-naturedly. "Are both my little ones tucked in for the night?"
"Sure are, Mick..." Adam said, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"I'll bet they were a handfull," Collette laughed. "Thanks for being so great about all this."
"No problem." Edge replied with a smile. "But, if you don't mind, I gotta get outta here and get some sleep."
Both Mick and Collette nodded, thanking him again as he grabbed his jacket and headed to the door. He looked over his shoulder to wave, opened the door and walked out. However, just as the door was about to close, Mick opened it back up, with one finger raised as if to make a point.
"I was just thinking!" Mick smiled, showing off his missing front teeth, and causing Adam to tiredly smile back. "Collette and I are going out again next weekend... are you free for another babysitting job?"
The smile turned from tired to nervous.
The End (?)
AN: Okay, that's it... ..for the first installment. Was it any good? I've got about twelve other story ideas, and these are just the ones I decided to include. Should I make a Part 2? Just say so in your review, and I'll give it a shot! Thanks!
Rated PG for some mild language. It's a bedtime story, people!
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Edge/Adam Copeland... but.. I'd like to...! I mean, if his wife didn't... Anyway, I don't own Mick Foley's kids. I don't own Mick Foley, either... you know, come to think of it I don't own ANYONE in these stories! So please don't sue me! (hides under her bedcovers)
Once Upon A Time
By Dezzie Chan ^.^
(Last our story left us, Adam had just made Noelle cry with the very sad end of his previous story. Now, he has promised The Rock will lay the smacketh down on someone's roody poo candy ass!)
"Okay, once upon a time..." Adam ran ideas through his head faster than the speed of light. Well, maybe not THAT fast, but he did put some effort into it. Where could he possibly fit in The Rock, not to mention someone really annoying? Better question, who was someone from a story he had heard often when he was little, that had annoyed HIM?
'Ooooh...' he thought to himself, smiling devilishly. 'How perfect...'
"Once, down at the end of Jabroni Drive, next door to the Smackdown Hotel, there was a pleasant little bakery..."
(Story mode, ( ) = Adam, { } = Duey, [ ] = Noelle)
(The bakery always had lots of customers, and the only thing it had more of than customers was pie.)
A man wearing a big white apron scrummaged through a big pantry, trying to find some ingredients for his famous pastries.
(And I'm not talking one flavor pie - all types of pie, all sizes of pie.)
Finally, he found what it was he was looking for, and holds it up triumphantly.
(It was the baker's specialty. However, don't ask about strudel, because the only strudel in the whole bakery was the owner's personal possession...)
The man turned around then, to reveal the one and only Rocky! He raised the People's Eyebrow, and asked "Were you expecting Martha Stewart? No, no, no, NO! It's The Rock! And The Rock is going to pause from his normal pursuit of pie, in order to bring you..." The Rock paused from his speech to hold out a small container labelled 'ginger'. "This! The Rock's very own world-famed, millions (pause) aaand MILLIONS-acclaimed gingerbread cookies!"
He walked over to the dough he had been preparing, and dashed out a little of the ginger. After stirring rigorously, he decided to taste-test it. Taking a big spoonful, he took a little taste, then made a face. "Ah, these are just the same as the last time! The Rock needs something different, The Rock needs something fresh, and new!" He looked around his bakery for something he didn't normally put in gingerbread cookies. There were bottles of almond extract, sprinkles, cherry preserves (for his pie, you know *cough*) but he couldn't put his finger on what would be good.
"Ah, The Rock needs something unique! Something no one... and The Rock means NO ONE! Has ever used before..." After a moment, the baker's eyes lit upon something in the corner of his little kitchen. A very large basket of fruit. He grinned, and picked up the basket, and without second thought, dumped the entire contents into the dough. He stirred a few more moments, and then looked at the sickly mixture. Well, at least he had said he wanted different, and not actually appetizing. The Rock, being always the creative one, decided to not only make this dough into gingerbread cookies, but into one giant gingerbread man, and thus, got out his cookie-cutter.
He rolled out the dough, cut out the cookie, and decorated it using sprinkles, and sugar, and licorice, and icing. He even gave it a red-iced jersey and chocolate-chip hair-do. Yes, it was quite a production. At the end of it all, The Rock was ready to bake his cookie. He put it in the oven, and set the timer, then waited. However, while the cookie was in the oven, a transformation took place... the cookie, sensing that all was well in the world of sports-entertainment, decided it was time to screw everything up by taking over a rival company and running Vince McMahon out of business, at least as far as storylines go.
So, when The Rock opened the number, a strange sound echoed around his bakery.
"Here comes the moneeeeeey..."
The Rock raised the People's Eyebrow.
"(Here we go! Money talks!) Here comes the money..."
Suddenly, out of the oven jumped Shane O'Mac, Gingerbread Boy Wonder! He began to jump invisible rope, as The Rock gave him a strange look.
"Money, money, money, money, money."
Shane O'Mac finished jumping around, then pointed at The Rock. "You! The Rock! I, Shane O'Mac, challenge you, tonight in this very bakery to a match for your baker's license!"
It took The Rock a moment to process he had just been challenged by a cookie, but he quickly regained his wits. "Who... in the blue hell... are you?"
"I already said, who I am, I'm Sha--"
"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!!"
Shane O'Mac then got very mad, and shook his cookie-crisp finger at The Rock. "Y-you'll pay for that! Do you know who I am?!" With that, he pointed to the marzipan WCW logo on his shirt. "I own WCW!! I run the Alliance!"
The Rock started talking again, pacing his bakery as he did. "Well, Shane O'Mac, I'll tell you what you can do! You can take that WCW logo... shine it up real nice... turn that sum'bitch sideways, and stick it straight up your candy as--whoa, whoa, The Rock says hold it..." The Rock paused and looked at Shane. "You really DO have a candy ass, don't you?"
"Oh! Rocky!" Shane mocked The Rock by clasping his hands together girlishly. "Are you saying I have a sweet ass?"
'Added way too much fruit.' The Rock mused to himself. With that, The Rock lunged at Shane O'Mac, but the cookie was quick to start running away (just like Shane does all the time, anyway!)
"Ha! Try, try, and attempt your best! But instead of me, now I'm sending out Test!" Shane cried in a sing-song voice.
Shane O'Mac was at least true to this, for as The Rock attempted to attack him, Test jumped out of nowhere, and booted him in the head.
[Uncle Adam! You said Rocky would beat someone annoying, not get booted!]
(The story isn't even half-done, Noelle - The Rock will have his sweet, gingerbread-y revenge!)
The Rock, very irate with Test's interference in his one-on-one confrontation with Shane, groggily got to his feet, and vowed he would catch that jabroni-bread boy.
Shane O'Mac the Gingerbread Boy Wonder continued to run, until he ran into a young man sitting on the side of a road, cuddling a European Championship Belt. He seemed oblivious to the rest of the world, until the Gingerbread Boy tapped him on the toe, causing him to look up.
"Hey! Watch my boots!" The man (who we all know to be Christian) said, frowning, slightly. "You'll get crumbs all over them!"
"Sorry.. but I couldn't help but notice you have a belt, there!"
Christian smiled proudly. "Why, yes, I do! It's mine, me, Christiiiiaaan!" He was singing now. "Christiaaa--"
"Well... see, I'm Shane O'Mac, and I have this organization against The Rock and his bakery... since you are obviously so talented, how would you like to join it?"
Christian thought hard a moment, then looked down upon the gingerbread boy. "So... you want me to abandon my home organization and join your alliance?"
"Yes... I mean... we are an organization FILLED with heels.. much like you are becoming!"
To this, Christian had only one answer. "Hey.. I may be jealous, and I may be a prick sometimes, but I'm not stupid!" Shane hung his head, and as he did so, Christian realized to full extent that this was a gingerbread cookie..
"Hmmm... yeah.... not stupid... but hungry!!" He then jumped at the cookie, but Shane O'Mac was once again ready to dodge, and ran away swiftly, singing as he went.
"Run, run, but you can't catch me! Because now you'll have to fight Booker T!"
Out of nowhere, Booker T jumped out of a bush with a battle cry of "SUCKA!!" and scissor-kicked Christian. He kneeled and began to bob his head while staring in awe at his hand in preparation for his Spinnerooni. Luckily, The Rock was still chasing Shane O'Mac, and trampled Booker T before he could execute the most uninteresting move in sports-entertainment, and left him twitching and in a lot of pain as The People's Baker continuted to chase Shane.
"Tell me... he did not just... do that..."
Next, Shane O'Mac encountered a somewhat old looking man, with a stupidly wide, Crest-whitening smile, and a big screen with his face on it.
"Yo!" grinned the man, AKA DDP, Diamond Dallas Page. "It's me, it's me, it's D... D... P!"
"Uh, yeah, right, DDP... here's a favor... could you help me get away from The Rock? He's chasing me.." Shane said, begining to skip invisible rope again.
"The Rock chasing you? But, Shane... that's not a bad thing.. no.. that's a good thing! See... The Rock may beat you up, and you may hurt... but millions across the nation will rejoice in the fact you're writhing in a puddle of your own blood! Which reminds me; have you done your yoga today? You may want to make sure you can stretch in all the different ways The Rock will contort your broken-down body!" Shane looked on in disbelief at DDP's speech, as DDP flashed a big open-mouthed smile. "Then, once you're done, you'll realize that I'm right... because I like me... you like me.. and after you realize what a complete ass you are and change yourself for the better, you'll like you, too!" DDP finished his speech with a big, fake smile, and a tilt of his head.
As Shane continuted to stare, DDP realized that Shane was a cookie. Mmmm. He sure could go for a cookie. Because the fact he was going to consume his boss wasn't a bad thing. It was a good thing. With that, he snatched for Shane, but once again, the gingerbread boy ran for it.
"Snatch, snatch, as fast as you can! You may aim for me, but you're getting Rob Van Dam!"
With that, Rob Van Dam jumped down out of nowhere to perform a five-star frog splash on DDP. He got up, and started to do his thumb-pointing, when The Rock ran by, and ran him over. He coughed a little, and attempted to do his thumb-point again, when Christian ran him over again. He waited a moment, and did his point one more time.
"Rob... Van... OOF!" He was ran over by Chris Jericho, who just felt it his duty to trample Rob Van Dam.
(AN: Chris will have his own story later... and Rob will be in it.. so fear not Jerichoholics and RVD fans alike! Er, that is, if I get enough reviews!)
The next person Shane O'Mac met was a man who was dancing about next to a river, pausing every once in a while to take a look at his reflection and fix his long, slightly wavy hair. Shane quickly realized he would have to cross the river, but being a cookie and therefore not knowing how to swim, he would need some help. He decided this guy looked like he liked the river, considering he looked at it so often, so he tugged on the man's short shorts.
"Excuse me, sir.. do you think you could help me, Shane O'Mac!, across that river?"
The man looked at him, and raised a brow. He then realized that this Shane O'Mac individual was a cookie.. and oh, could he go for a cookie...
"Me, take you across the river?" Asked the man, more commonly known as Shawn Michaels. "I'm the man, and I can!"
With that, Shawn picked up Shane, and turned around, pointing off toward.. well.. empty space. "Hit! My! Music!" Shawn took a moment to pose, but then wasted no time jumping into the water, and began to wade across, getting deeper and deeper into the water. Shane was beautifully oblivious to the Heartbreak Kid's plan. Until, at long last, Shawn was submerged in the river up to a little under his chin, he smiled evilly at Shane.
"See, here's the part where I would say 'Cut my music!' but I just love dinner music!"
At this point, Shane's eyes widened, as did Shawn's mouth, and all seemed lost for the Gingerbread Boy Wonder...
[But but but.. what about The Rock?]
(The Rock? What about him?)
{He was gonna beat Shane!}
(Oh, oh! Right! Well.. let me finish.. I was gonna say... all seemed lost for the Gingerbread Boy Wonder ... when The Rock leapt out onto Shawn's head, snatching away the cookie!)
The Rock leaped easily to the other side of the river, and smiled evilly at the shivering cookie. At that moment, Christian and DDP also showed up, and stood gathered around the cookie, rubbing their hands together. Rocky firmly placed his fingers around Shane O'Mac's cookie head, and made some motions with his wrist as if he were going to snap his head off. To accentuate his morbid intentions, he sang a little rhyme. "Crack, crack, goes Shane O'Mac's head! 'Cause Rock, Christian and Dallas need to get fed!"
(Back to normal story mode.)
"And the rest is just too gory to continue with," Adam finished with a mischevious grin. "But you have young, and creative imaginations, and I think the best way to close it is to let you--" he lightly tapped Noelle, then Duey on the forehead. "--decide the ending."
Noelle smiled, and cuddled down into her covers, looking finally satisfied. Duey happily slid off the bed, and offered his hand to Adam to get led off to his bedroom, which Adam was grateful for. He walked to the door, and looked over his shoulder one last time at Noelle before turning off the light.
"Good night, Noelle."
"Nighty night, Uncle Adam," came the quiet reply as the light went off.
~*~
Later in the evening, as Adam switched through channels, he heard the front door unlock and open, and he peeked into the front room to see Mick and Collette He sighed in relief, and stood up to greet them.
"Heeeey, Edgester!" Mick slapped Adam on the shoulder good-naturedly. "Are both my little ones tucked in for the night?"
"Sure are, Mick..." Adam said, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"I'll bet they were a handfull," Collette laughed. "Thanks for being so great about all this."
"No problem." Edge replied with a smile. "But, if you don't mind, I gotta get outta here and get some sleep."
Both Mick and Collette nodded, thanking him again as he grabbed his jacket and headed to the door. He looked over his shoulder to wave, opened the door and walked out. However, just as the door was about to close, Mick opened it back up, with one finger raised as if to make a point.
"I was just thinking!" Mick smiled, showing off his missing front teeth, and causing Adam to tiredly smile back. "Collette and I are going out again next weekend... are you free for another babysitting job?"
The smile turned from tired to nervous.
The End (?)
AN: Okay, that's it... ..for the first installment. Was it any good? I've got about twelve other story ideas, and these are just the ones I decided to include. Should I make a Part 2? Just say so in your review, and I'll give it a shot! Thanks!