Piles of pants, skirts and shirts lay on the bed, as Gabrielle went through her closet. There were a lot of clothes and the closet still had space left. After she was sure there were no more clothes tucked away, she looked at the piles on the bed.

"Well, shit on me." She sighed. Too many clothes, too many piles. But she had made up her mind. No skirts. She was more comfortable in pants. She picked up a pair of black, vinyl ones, but deemed them too flashy, as she saw a dark red peek out from underneath a black skirt. They were dark red, soft leather pants. Perfect, she thought. Her favourite colour. She tried them on, and they were even better. Not tight, but loose enough without being baggy. She decided to make Edge happy and wear a black shirt, but there were so many. So she picked up a black tank top, and went with that, putting a sheer black shirt over it. And combat boots. Dark red Doc Martens that matched the pants perfectly had been sitting in a corner, waiting. Gabrielle decided against makeup. She hated it anyway. She wore her hair down, framing her face. One final look in the mirror, and she was ready, as there was a knock at her door.

"Come in…" She yelled, and pretended to be folding a shirt. Edge walked in. As Gabrielle turned to face Edge, she was knocked breathless at the sight of him. He had his wavy blond hair down, it was perfect. Black sunglasses rested on the top of his head. His hair contrasted with the long black coat he wore. Underneath it was a sheer, silver shirt, completely see though, showing off his perfect chest. He wore soft, black leather pants with huge black boots. He was perfect, as far as Gabrielle was concerned.

"What?" he asked, grinning mischievously at her. "Something wrong?"

She regained her composure long enough to say, "you look beautiful…." As he neared her.

"So do you. Good thing you didn’t wear black pants. Don’t wanna look like the evil Bobsey twins…." He pulled his hands from behind his back to reveal a ball and chain necklace, with a Silver Star hanging from it. He moved behind her, and put it around her neck. It was cold and she shivered. He turned her to the full-length mirror.

"What do you see?" he asked, whispering into her ear. "Tell me." She stared at his reflection.

"I – I don’t know…." She faltered. "Us?" she looked questioningly at his reflection.

"No, Gabrielle. Look deeper, what do you really see?" Edge said softly, and mysteriously. She looked into his mirrored eyes, and saw a life pass before them. She shook her head, trying to clear them, but his eyes drew her in again. She saw swirling on the surface of the mirror, and pulled away, scared.

"Why did you have me do that?" she shuttered, and turned to face him.

"You’ll understand in time. But now, we have the whole night." He took her hand, and they walked out of her room, down the hall, the stairs, and out the front door, when the thought suddenly crossed her mind.

"Do you have a car?" she asked, looking around outside.

"No, but come here…" it was a dark red motorcycle. Typical badboy.

"I might have guessed." she rolled her eyes at him, and climbed on behind. He handed her a helmet, as he started it up and rode down the driveway. Gabrielle clutched his waist, thankful to be near him. As they rode away, she caught a face, illuminated by candlelight in the front window. A hand was pressed against the glass. Christian….