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Title: Broken By Your Empathy
Author: Grasshopper (A.K.A. The Undertaker’s Muse)
Email: uber_bitch13@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence. Bad words. Yep, both ’a those. Slash (m/f/m, m/m). Um…not sure, other than that (’least not right now).
Category: WWE/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover
Timeline: WWE - This story was meant to be set around 10/27/02 and deal with Raven’s master plan, but my muses decided to rebel; things may now be totally fucked up timewise, so just think of it as creative license or something. Buffy the Vampire Slayer - pre “Lessons.” I’m basically ignoring all of season 7, at least for now, except for the fact that Willow went to England with Giles. After that though, she ended up joining the WWE (you want more specific details, read the damn story ’cause it’ll all get told in time).
Spoilers: WWE - None at the moment. Buffy the Vampire Slayer - None at the moment.
Pairing: Raven/Willow/Jeff, Faith/Lance Storm (mentions of Lance/Christian), Molly/Hunter, Trish/Bubba, Lita/Stevie (mentions of Stevie/Raven), Tommy/Rob, Matt/Test, Shannon/Shane (Sugar, not Shane-o), Shawn/Sean - others?
Summary: Fate hands Willow one more chance.
Author’s Notes: This story was heavily inspired by music, Lime Gatorade, and Hershey’s Kisses.
Disclaimer: If I owned any of the guys (or girls), believe me, you’d know. The following songs don’t belong to me, they belong to: breaking benjamin - Medicate (from which the story’s title comes from); Chevelle - The Red; A Perfect Circle - The Hollow.




Prologue


“Do you really think you’re ready to leave, Willow?”

“If you’re asking if I think I’ve mastered my powers, then no. The thing is, Giles, I don’t think I can learn anything else here. I know that the coven has so much more they can teach me, but I can’t stay.”

“Why, exactly?”

Willow shook her head slowly, not quite certain how to explain. Nervously, she ran her fingers through her hair and chewed on her bottom lip.

“It’s like there’s something out there. Something that’s calling me. The last time I was this certain about a feeling like this was when I met Tara. I knew there was something about her…but it took Oz coming back to test that feeling; to validate it, somehow. This is something I need to do, Giles.

“I think that this is my last chance…and if I don’t meet whatever it is halfway, then there’ll be nothing left for me to fight for.”

“I can’t make you stay, you know that. I don’t quite condone what you’re doing, but I won’t stop you.” Giles pulled Willow into his arms and gently kissed her forehead.

“Make me proud, Willow.”

“I will. Just one thing?”

“What?”

“Don’t tell the gang. I’m not going back to Sunnydale anytime soon… I may never go back.”

“I can’t lie to them, Willow.”

“Then don’t. Just tell them… Tell them that I’ve gone elsewhere for help. That’s not lying.”

“As you wish.”

“I’m gonna miss you, Giles.”

“I shall miss you as well, my dear.”




Part 1


Willow glanced around the club in bemusement. What the hell am I doing here? This is where I’m being led to? After weeks of following my instincts to all the God-awful places I’ve ended up, I’m in a bar? This is not my kind of place…too dark and “un-Willowy.” Then again, how long has it been since you’ve been just plain old Willow? Just look at what you’re wearing; Vamp Willow would be so proud. Okay, so the music isn’t all that bad… Her thoughts trailed off as she made her way through the people on the dance floor. Closing her eyes, she gave herself away to the song that began to play.


They say freak
When you’re singled out
The red
Well, it filters through



What fun… I’m stuck here with Mr. and Mr. Haven’t Got Laid in Months, as well as Mr. The Blonde Bombshell Dumped Me On Live TV.

Scott looked up from his drink, eyes searching the mass of bodies within the confines of the dance floor. As his eyes met those of a petite redhead clad in a leather mini-dress, the sound of Tommy and Lance’s argument seemed to fade.

Power that he had held under rigorous control for years reared its head as he stared. That, combined with the Power that he could feel surrounding her, had him on the verge of a high that no chemical could simulate. This…this was…

Home.


So lay down
The threat is real
When his sight
Goes red again


Seeing red again
Seeing red again



Willow met his dark eyes with something akin to amusement, with a healthy bit of lust added in for good measure. Smirking at him in a mixture of invitation and challenge, her eyes closed once again and she lost herself in the music.


This change
He won’t contain
Slip away
To clear your mind


When asked
What made it show?
The truth
He gives into most


So lay down
The threat is real
When his sight
Goes red again



Ignoring the stares and questions of his friends, Scott made his way to where the redhead waited for him on the dance floor.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. One hand moved up to cup her cheek as the other traveled down her leather-clad stomach. Her fingers tangled themselves in his blonde and purple braids as he began to lightly bite the soft flesh behind her ear.

He spun her around to face him and kissed her roughly, the taste of blood filling their mouths from where her teeth had torn the flesh of his lip. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he picked her up.


So lay down
The threat is real
When his sight
Goes red again


So lay down
The threat is real
When his sight
Goes red again



Tearing his mouth from hers, Scott looked his witch in the eyes, smirking at the lust he found there, mirroring his own.

“What’s your name,” he purred into her ear.

Breathily, she answered, “Willow.”

“I’m Scott. Let’s get out of here.”


Seeing red again
Seeing red again
Seeing red again
Seeing red again


Seeing red again
Seeing red again
Seeing red again
Seeing RED!!


They say freak
When you're singled out
The red
It filters through



Scott carried his redhead from the club, never looking to see where he was going, too preoccupied with claiming what was his.




Tommy cocked an eyebrow and looked at Rob and Lance. “Did that really just happen?”

“Yep,” they chorused.

“Are you sure.”

“Uh-huh.”

Shaking his head, Tommy raised his beer bottle. “To Scotty, may he fuck and be fucked in numerous and varied ways.”

“To Scotty,” Lance replied.

“To Scotty,” Rob added, then smirked. “May they go at it like weasels on crack.”




Part 2


Run desire run
Sexual being
Run him like a blade
To and through the heart
No conscience
One motive
Cater to the hollow



Hands.

Mouths.

Sweat.

Heat.

Fingers tangled in pale braids.

Tongues trailing across soft skin.

The slick feel of bare flesh against bare flesh.

Power intertwined as surely as their bodies.


Screaming feed me here
Fill me up again
Temporarily pacify this hungering
So grow
Libido throw
Dominoes of indiscretions down
Falling all around
In cycles
In circles
Constantly consuming
Conquer and devour



Jeff woke up gasping, the images running rampant in his mind confusing him. Untangling himself from the sheets, he sat up, immediately leaning against the headboard when his head spun dizzily.

“What the hell was that,” he muttered. Flopping back down on his side, he pondered the dream he had awoken from. “Not your normal wet dream, was it, Jeffro?”


Cause it's time to bring the fire down
Bridle all this indiscretion
Long enough to edify
And permanently fill this hollow



There had been sex involved, sure, but nothing like he’d ever dreamed of before. A redheaded woman with green eyes and unimaginable power, though Jeff didn’t know how he knew that or what it meant. Milky skin, coral nipples, hair of flame. He knew her well, but had never met her. And the man…

He’d dreamed of Scott many times before. His long braids, his frightening intelligence, his hard body, and the sadomasochism all added up to the one person Jeff wanted, but knew he would never have. Scott only ever seemed to play with Rob and Tommy these days, anyway.


Screaming feed me here
Fill me up again
Temporarily pacifying


Feed me here
Fill me up again
Temporarily pacifying



What is wrong with me? Dreams about Scott are nothing new, but this seems different somehow. And who’s the redhead? God, I wish Mattie was here to help me.




Part 3


The alarm clock buzzing only a few inches away from her ear jarred Willow from a deep sleep. Her hand shot out from under the tangled sheets and slapped at the annoyance. She sighed in relief when the room was filled by the sounds of blessed silence.

She once again buried her face into the pillow, idly wondering when she had bought an alarm clock. Slowly, she became more aware of her surroundings. She was in a hotel room, but not her own; she was bare-ass naked, when she usually slept in pajamas; and her lower back was somewhat numb from where something heavy - an arm? - rested.

Wait a second… An arm?

Willow grabbed the sheet that was twisted around her body and wrapped it around herself tighter. She sat upright, knocking the arm from its resting place, leaning against the headboard as she studied the man who lay beside her. The previous night’s events flashed through her mind as her breathing quickened in panic.

Scott, roused from his sleep when his arm had been disturbed, watched as Willow worked herself into a panic.

“Willow? Are you all right?”

She looked into his eyes, disbelievingly. “All right? Am I all right? Hell no, I’m not all right. I- You- We- Had-”

“I believe the word you are searching for is ‘sex,’ Willow.”

“I know that,” she muttered, blushing, “but still… I don’t do things like this! I don’t do guys like you - I haven’t even done a guy in years! Kinda been sticking with women, well one woman. But anyways, I am Willow and Willow doesn’t do things like this. Vamp Willow might, but I am not Vamp Willow. Just plain old, normal, human Willow.”

“Willow,” Scott interrupted her panicked train of thought, “stop talking for a moment and calm down.”

“Calm down! You want me to calm down? How can I calm down? I had…y’know…with someone I don’t even know! Numerous times!”

She continued her distressed ramblings, much to Scott’s dismay, leaving him only one choice.

He kissed her.

Willow allowed herself to get caught up in the kiss for a moment before pulling away. Glaring at Scott, she picked up her tirade.

“And we don’t even know each other. Oh my God! I don’t know your last name! How much more of a slut can I be? My lover’s only dead a few months before I go and sleep with some guy whose last name I don’t even know!”

“Levy.”

“What?”

“My last name is Levy.”

“Oh… Well what about your middle name? I don’t know that, so hah!”

“It’s Anthony.”

Willow frowned, “Why is it you seem to have a counter to every argument I make? Can’t you just let a girl panic in peace?”

“Don’t you mean ‘panic to pieces’? That seemed to be the direction you were heading in.”

“So what if I was; it has nothing to do with you.”

“From what I can see, it has a whole hell of a lot to do with me. Now, if you’ll let me, I think I can explain a bit of what happened last night.”

“Okay,” she answered softly.

Scott sat up, leaning against the headboard, his shoulder brushing Willow’s.

“You’re extremely powerful, Willow. I can feel it all around you. I’ve never known anyone who had that much power at so young an age. Hell, few people ever get that powerful.” He ran his fingers through his tangled braids.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Everything. It takes decades to build up the kind of power base that you have, sometimes even centuries, but not without a powerful price. I don’t know how, but you don’t have the kind of taint that comes with that price. You have to have done something that was either extremely wonderful and pleased the Powers, or something that was horrific and pleased someone from the other end of the scale.”

“I killed someone,” Willow whispered, her head bent so she could hide behind her hair. “Then I tried to destroy the world. Afterwards…it was a part of me. I’m not a magick user, anymore; now I am the magick.”

Scott grabbed her chin, keeping her from hiding her face from him. “That would explain it. Now, please, don’t hide from me.”

“How can you stand to look at me, knowing what I’ve done?” Willow’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m dirty… I’ll never be clean again.”

“That doesn’t matter to me. You are who you are; nothing can change that. You can’t change the past, no matter how much you might like to.”

“But-”

“No.” He pulled her onto his lap, leaving only the tangled sheets between their bodies. “It doesn’t matter what you’ve done; I accept it. It’s in the past.

“But, back to what I was trying to explain before.” Scott placed a small kiss onto her forehead before continuing. “The reason that you and I had sex…”

“What about it?”

“As attractive as you are, what drew us together had nothing to do with sex. Well - in part - it did, but mainly it had to do with what I was talking about earlier. Your power.”

“I don’t understand.”

“When I saw you in that club…I knew that I had no choice but to seek you out. And when you responded… I felt like I was home.”

Willow’s fingers lightly traced the small tattoo over his heart. “I felt the same.”

“I know. I don’t know exactly what kind of bond that this is, but it’s strong…and I don’t think it’s complete.”

Willow’s fingers stopped moving and she looked him in the eyes. “What do you mean, Scott?”

“I’ve had a lot of experience with magick, a lot of training, which leads me to believe that there will be more to come from this bond, whatever it may be. You have an extreme amount of raw, untapped power. Your lack of training seems to keep you from fully understanding what you feel, from fully experiencing it.

“I have reason to believe that there is one more part to this…to us.”




Part Four


“What do you mean, Scott? One more part to us…how?”

“One more part, as in one more person. Can’t you feel it? Little tendrils of emotion seeking out something that you can’t quite describe? Stretching-”

“-myself out so thin that all I can feel is a dull ache in my chest. I think I know what you’re getting at.”

“Good,” Scott answered, tightening his arms around her slightly. “You’re learning. Word of warning though - the more you understand it, the more vulnerable you are to it.”

“I understand. So… Do you have any idea of who this person may be?”

“I think so, but I won’t be certain until you meet him.”

“Him? I’m really trying to overcompensate for my whole relationship with Tara, aren’t I?”

Scott frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, my first relationship after losing my female lover is going to be with not one, but two men. M-E-N. Men. As in, not women.”

“That’s one of the hazards of being bisexual, Willow. Believe me, I know.”

“Oh… So how did your last relationship turn out?”

“Stevie was tired of being my bitch - his word, not mine…mostly - so he decided to leave. That hurt…a lot. Stevie was probably the first person I ever really loved. It was difficult after that, seeing him day in and day out.”

“What do you mean? Did you work together or something?”

“Yes, actually, we do.” He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes. “You really have no clue who I am, do you?”

“Not really… I mean, you seem sort of familiar, but I figured it was because of this weird connection that we have. Should I know you?”

“Not unless you’re a wrestling fan.”

“Not really. I mean, my cousin- Holy fuck, you’re Raven!”

Scott smirked at her outburst. “Now you recognize me?”

“The last time that I really remember seeing you, your hair was in curls, not braids. Besides, I’ve never avidly watched wrestling or anything like that; I just caught some of Hunter’s matches here and there.”

“‘Hunter’? As in Triple H?”

“Um…yeah,” Willow answered, blushing slightly.

“Why, Willow, I didn’t realize that he was your type.”

“Well you’re not exactly my type, either, and plus - EW! Hello, that would be incest. The man’s my cousin, for crying out loud.”

“Really?”

“Really, what?”

“Triple H is your cousin?”

“Well…yeah. On my mom’s side.”

Scott stared at Willow blankly for a few moments.

“Um… Scott are you okay?”

“Hm? Oh, yes, I’m fine. Perfectly alright.”

“Uh huh. And now the truth, please?”

“It’s just- I hope you realize what this means.”

Willow shook her head in bewilderment. “What does this mean, Scott?”

“This means I’m going to have the entire Kliq on my ass, and I can guaran-damn-tee it that I won’t enjoy it, either.”

“Who- Oh.” Willow’s eyes widened dramatically. “Oh shit. If he finds out-”

“He’ll kill me.”

“And try and lock me away for the rest of my life so that I never try anything like this again.”

“Exactly.”

“Um…oops? Maybe he won’t find out,” Willow said hopefully.

“Because of this bond of ours, we shouldn’t leave one another until we know more. I’m betting he’ll find out sooner or later that there’s something going on between us.”

“Well fuck.”

“That’s what got us into this mess, Willow.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They held each other close, quietly mulling over their situation. Scott’s brow furrowed as a strange thought came to him.

“Hey, Willow?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your last name?”




Part 5


A few hours after talking things out and getting Willow’s things from the hotel she had checked in to, Willow and Scott made their way through the hallways of the arena hurriedly. They were already late for their meeting with Eric Bischoff, to discuss the terms of her traveling with the fed indefinitely. As they tried to find their way to the General Manager’s office, the first in what - to Willow - seemed to be a never-ending series of events took place.

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry,” Willow said, getting a look at the woman she’d bumped into. The brunette had crossed her arms over her chest, all the while glaring at the redhead. Willow’s eyes narrowed as she tried to remember who this woman was; she looked so familiar…

“Honestly, the rudeness of people these days,” the brunette muttered, pushing past Willow. Willow, eyes now narrowed in anger, was determined to get the last word.

“Hey!”

The brunette woman stopped, then turned slowly. She walked back over to where Willow stood.

“Yes?”

“Just thought I’d tell you… I really like your pants,” Willow leered, letting the other woman know what she really meant by that remark.

Drawing up in indignation, Molly turned to leave. This gave Willow the opportunity to slap the brunette on the ass.

“See ya later.”

Molly stomped off, slamming into people as she made her way to the divas’ locker room.

Willow turned to Scott, who was leaning against the wall trying to restrain his laughter.

“That was fun. Who was she?”

“That was Molly Holly,” a voice spoke from behind her.

Willow peeked over her shoulder to see her cousin, arms crossed over his chest and glaring at the petite redhead.

“Hunter!” Willow cleared her throat nervously. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Hunter said nothing. A moment later, he grabbed her hand and drug her into an empty locker room.

As Hunter closed the door behind them, Willow glared at her cousin and his high-handed behavior. As he turned to face her, she stood her ground…neither knowing that, courtesy of F-View, their entire exchange was being aired live.

“What was that all about?”

“What was- What the hell do think it was about, Willow? What are you doing here?”

“What, no hug? Not even a ‘hello’ for your baby cousin?”

“Hello, Willow. What are you doing here?”

“I’m here with a…friend. I don’t really see how it’s any of your business, anyway.”

“Willow…”

“Hunter…” Willow mocked.

“Just answer my question… Please.”

“Wow, you actually asked. Politely, too.” She tilted her head, pretending to think over his plea. “I guess I could answer.”

“Good.”

“Just one thing,” she continued, “and this is something that you must agree to, Hunter.”

“All right,” he said slowly, frowning slightly.

“Do you promise?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“You sure?”

Willow…

“Okay… You have to promise me you won’t freak out and try to hurt anyone, okay?”

“That shouldn’t be a problem.”

“And you can’t get anyone else to try something in your place.”

“Okay.”

“Well… It’s like I told you; I’m here with a friend.”

“What kind of a friend?”

“The kind that you would probably try to kill.”

Hunter’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Who is it?”

“Hunter, you promised-”

“But-”

“No! You promised me, remember? As I was saying, I came here with Scott-”

“Scott? Scott Levy?”

“Yes.”

“Are you insane? Why are you with him?”

“Um… Because he’s good in bed?”

“Gah! I didn’t want to know that! Not to sound like I’m fifteen, but TMI! TMI!!”

Willow bit her lips to silence her laughter. Seeing the amusement on her face, Hunter glared fiercely.

“Is something amusing, Willow?”

“Why no, Hunter,” she answered, wide-eyed with feigned innocence. “Whatever could be of amusement in a situation like this?”

Hunter growled.

“Oh, stop it; you sound like a wolf pup trying to be all grown up.”

“This is a serious situation, Willow.”

“Are you going to tack my name onto the end of all your sentences? But anyway, I fail to see what is so serious about my being with Scott. He’s extremely intelligent, extremely gorgeous, and extremely talented in bed.

“And while we’re on the subject of significant others - that was the girl you’ve been telling me about? Is she always that much of a bitch?”

“Molly’s not a bitch, Willow, you just caught her at a bad time.”

“Oh, really. I still don’t see how you are in any position to criticize my choice in partners…though, on the physical side of things, I understand why you chose Molly. But she looked better as a blonde, in my opinion. But still, if she wasn’t yours and if I didn’t have Scott, I’d go after her, myself.”

“And again, back to Scott. How the hell can you be with him? He’s Raven, for crying out loud!”

“Yes, he is. But you were once sleeping with both Shawn Michaels and Sean Waltman…until they left you for each other. You’ve got to love the irony there.”

“No, I don’t have to love the irony. And this isn’t about me and my past - or current - relationships. This is about you sleeping with Raven!”

“Hunter, when you’ve figured out the particulars of your argument, let me know; then we can discuss the ‘in’s and ‘out’s of my relationship with Scott,” Willow finished, effectively shutting her cousin up.




The crowd was torn between shock and laughter.

JR was stunned into silence.

All Jerry could think to say was, “Molly Holly is dating Triple H?”




Part 6


Steven Richards bit his lip to keep from laughing at the site before him. Jeff Hardy, pacing the length of the locker room, tried once more to speak through Shannon Moore’s rambling.

“Shan- Shanny- Shan- I- But- Shan- Would- Can-” Jeff gave up trying to interrupt Shannon and flopped down on a bench. Sighing as he glared at his cell phone, Jeff listened while his friend continued complaining about Matt.

A few minutes later, Jeff tried again. “Shan- Shan- I- Will- Shannon!

“Jesus, Jeffie, you don’t have to yell. I can hear you perfectly.”

Biting back a growl, Jeff flipped Stevie off when the other man could no longer keep from laughing.

“It’s good that you can hear me. Now if you could calm down and take a few breaths, maybe I could-” Jeff stopped when Shane walked into the locker room. “Here, Shan, talk to your boyfriend,” Jeff said before pitching the phone at Shane.

“Have fun, Sugar, you’re gonna need it.”

The green-haired man shot Jeff a glare as Shannon started speaking again. Shane sat down on another bench, replying to his lover’s comments.

“Yeah… Sure… Uh-huh… Mm-hmm… Yep… Really… Uh-huh…”

“How does he do that,” Stevie asked, amazed.

“I do not know. I’ve known Shannon practically my whole life and I haven’t mastered that.” Jeff shook his head, then shrugged. “Guess that’s why they’re still together.”

Stevie nodded in agreement before going back to listening to Shane.

“Sure… Yeah… Uh-huh… No…” Shane shook his head slightly. “Yes, your ass is still fuckable, Shannon, but I don’t think that’s what you were wanting to talk about… Well maybe now you do, but that’s not how this conversation started out… Yes, I do know how long it’s been since we had sex… Three days, nine hours, 42 minutes, 17 seconds… Uh-huh… Sure… Really…”

Jeff, having overheard similar conversations numerous times, decided to turn on the monitor. As he watched Scott making his way through the halls with a redhead…the redhead… Jeff lightly smacked Stevie’s arm to get his attention.

Pointing to the redhead, Jeff asked, “Do you know who that is?”

“No. Strange.”

“What?”

“Redheads aren’t really his type. Female ones, anyways.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he always found them to be too much trouble.”

“Hn.”

They watched the exchange between the redhead and Molly with shocked eyes. Stevie noted the wary expression on Scott’s face when he caught sight of Hunter standing behind the redhead. They continued to watch silently as Hunter pulled the woman into a locker room.

When the F-View footage began rolling, Jeff threw his shirt at Shane.

“Watch this, man.”

“Okay, Shan, give me a minute, okay?” Frowning, Shane watched the exchange with wide eyes. After a moment, he spoke.

“Wassup wit dat?”

When neither Jeff nor Stevie answered, he continued to watch the monitor. He ignored the sound of Shannon’s demanding to know what was happening.

Willow, Jeff thought. Her name is Willow. She’s really real. Now what do I do?

And since when has Hunter been doing Molly?




“Oh, man,” Rob said, watching the monitor. “That is not cool.”

“What isn’t,” Tommy asked. “Did you not know about any of that? ’Cause I could’ve sworn that you did. Except for the whole Hunter-Molly thing. I don’t think anyone knew about that.”

“No, I knew about it all except for the Molly thing. And those two together are…”

“Extremely fucked up?”

“Yes.”

“Well, what then?”

“Vince is going to have Bischoff’s head for this.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

Rob glared at Tommy, who just shrugged in response to the unvoiced scolding.

“Dude, I’m serious.”

“I’m surprised, considering what it’s probably done for ratings.”

“That was a breach of contract. There’s a clause in everyone’s that states something to the effect of not bringing up anyone’s sexual proclivities on camera, unless it’s crucial to a planned storyline.”

“I get where you’re going. And this probably wasn’t planned, because that girl mentioned Waltman and Michaels.”

Rob smirked. “Don’t forget Molly Holly.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Hey, was that the redhead from last night?”

Rob thought for a moment. “Y’know, I think it was.”

“When was the last time that Scott picked up someone from a club and kept them around for longer than it took to fuck?”

“Um… Never?”

“Just checking.”

“Think Stevie knows? ’Cause if he didn’t before, he does now.”

“He doesn’t have any room to object. Firstly, he left Scott, not the other way around. Secondly, our dear Psycho Stevie has the lovely Lita now.”

“True, but still… We all know why he left Scott.”

“He didn’t want to be anyone’s bitch.” Tommy smirked, then added, “Seems he didn’t succeed with his plan.”

Rob shook his head as he laughed. “That’s horrible. True, but horrible.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Rob smirked. “I thought it was to bug the shit out of me.”

“That, too.”




Part 7


Immediately upon entering his own locker room, Hunter was besieged by the ringing of his cell phone.

“What the hell was that, chico?”

“Scotty,” Hunter asked, frowning slightly in confusion.

“Yes, it’s me. I repeat, what the hell was that?”

“Don’t get all hysterical on me, okay? Now, what are you talking about?”

“Molly Holly?”

“How did you-”

“F-View.”

“Well fuck you, too, Scott!”

“I said ‘F-View,’ not ‘F-U.’”

“Oh. Wait a minute - how much of what just happened with Willow aired?” Hunter’s eyes were wide and glazed with shock and a slight touch of hysteria.

“From you entering the locker room to her leaving.”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, goddamn it, motherfucker-”

Scott’s eyes widened and he listened in disbelief at the words coming from his friend’s mouth.

“Hey, chico, you may want to let up before you outdo Justin.”

Hunter was beyond listening by then, and continued ranting.

“I don’t believe this shit! How the fuck could this have happened? Stupid motherfuckers just don’t know when to mind their own fucking business…”

“It’s Bitch-off. What else would you expect? He’s gotta do some desperate shit to convince Vince he’s the man for the job.” Scott smirked, thinking about the chaos he knew was to come. “At least he did something this time that even he can’t weasel out of.”

That brought Hunter out of rant mode. “Huh?”

“If you’d calm down for a minute, you might remember the particulars of your contract.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The clause.”

“What clause? I don’t remember any clause that could solve this mess, be it the professional one or the one with Molly. She’s probably really pissed right now.”

“We’ll talk about your girl later, chico. Though one thing - Molly Holly? I know you swore off men after the whole Shawn-Sean thing, but Molly Holly?”

“Scott, don’t start with me. It’ll be bad enough explaining to Kev when he calls…which I’m sure he’s trying to do now.”

“Yeah, well Papa Wolf’s just gonna have to wait his turn. Start talking.”

“Scott…” Hunter sighed.

“Give me a good answer and I’ll talk to Kev for you.”

“I love her. Is that a good enough answer for now?”

“For now, yes… But you gotta deal with Shawn and Sean yourself.”

“Fine. Now what clause were you talking about?”

“Well, you see…”




“So do you have any clue where we’re going,” Willow asked Scott for the fifth time in as many minutes.

“To look for Eric. He’s not in his office and no one’s talking, so we have to track him down.”

“Oh. Right.” Like I didn’t know that; I meant… Willow's thoughts trailed off as Scott continued.

“Plus we need to find our third. While infinitely more important than the first; it’s likely to take more time to explain.”

“What do you mean? Other than the obvious, of course.”

“He’s not a magick user…at all. So we’re probably going to have to go explain everything.”

Willow frowned, thinking over past things Scott had explained to her about their bond. “So we’re going to be vulnerable to this, while he’ll…what?”

“In him, it would probably manifest itself in a serious attraction, as well as dreams. If he acts weird around you, it’s probably because he’s freaking over having seen you in a dream before meeting you.”

“How much control is this going to have over us?”

“Before, I was able to push it aside. I thought that, at most, it was deep feelings that verged on love. That made it easier to ignore. It most likely won’t be like that now.”

“That makes no sense.”

“It does to me. After Stevie… I know that I fucked things up with him, and I didn’t want to do the same this time around.”

“So what’s different now?”

“Well you, for one. You and your power were a sort of catalyst for what’s between us. If we hadn’t met, things would have gone on, unchanged. Now, we’re more likely to be jumping him at any opportunity we get. At least, until we get ourselves under some sort of control… I think.”

“You think! You mean you don’t know?”

Scott stopped walking, forcing Willow to run into him.

“Oops. Sorry.”

“It’s fine, Willow. You have to understand; I only know so much about what is between us. I can predict the outcome to a certain extent, but after that… I haven’t a damn clue.”

“Oh. Okay. Now let’s find this Bitch-off character.”

“That’s Bischoff.”

Willow glared at her lover. “This day hasn’t been the greatest. It’s Bitch-off. Until we’re actually talking to him, that is. I generally don’t insult people at introductions…unless they’re trying to kill me.”

“You are a very strange girl.”

“Look who’s talking.”

“True… Hey! I’m not a girl.”

Willow ignored Scott’s objection and walked past him. Shaking his head, Scott followed.

A few minutes of searching later, Willow turned down yet another corridor. I think we’re going in circles. Haven’t we been down this hall before? Her thoughts stopped abruptly when she ran into a wall.

Or not. Walls don’t generally fall down, do they? Or have legs…or arms…or a really nice bare chest… Willow looked closer at the man she was lying on. Or a head of hair that looks like a crayon box exploded.

“I am so sorry, I should have been paying more attention…” Willow’s words trailed off as her eyes met those of the man beneath her. He feels like home. This is like what happened with Scott…only stronger.

Jeff gazed in amazement at the woman on his chest. It’s her, the woman from my dream.

“Willow,” he breathed.

Willow frowned. “How do you know my name?”

Distracted by his thoughts, Jeff scrambled for the answer. “Um… You were on the monitors a few minutes ago. Y’know, the F-View footage?”

“The what,” Willow asked, looking to where Scott stood staring at the two of them. “Scott? Scott!”

At Willow’s words, Scott snapped out of his thoughts. “What?”

“F-View. What’s that?”

“Do you remember GTV?”

“Sort of.”

“It’s like that, Bischoff style.”

“Oh. When was I on it,” she asked, looking down at the man still beneath her.

“Yes,” Scott added, “when?”

“A few minutes ago. There was this whole thing of her and Triple H in one of the locker rooms.”

“Well, hell.”

“Hey, Scott?”

“Hn?”

“Remember when I said that I don’t insult people when I first meet them?”

“Yes.”

“I think I’m gonna have to break that rule.”




Part 8


Eric paced the length of his office, nervously running his fingers through his hair. Holding his cell phone to his ear, Eric focused on the voice at the other end of the line. A few moments later, he tried - once again - to speak.

“Mr. McMahon, I have no idea how this happened-”

“No idea? Eric, you just violated three of our superstars’ contracts. Then there’s the matter of Hunter’s cousin, whoever she may be. Quite frankly, Eric, I think you’ve gotten yourself into a mess you can’t get out of.”

“Now, Vince, I think I can-”

“When you proposed the ‘F-View’ idea to me, I told you to run with it. I also told you that if anything were to go wrong, you would be held responsible for it.”

“Yes, of course-”

“Now is the time to pay up. If you manage to find a way to smooth this over with everyone involved - and I do mean everyone - I may consider not firing your ass.”

“Yes, sir. I fully underst-”

“But - so help me, Eric - if you don’t, then you’re fired.”

“I understand, Mr. Mc-” This time, Eric was cut off not by Vince, but by his office door slamming open.

“Can I help-”

Willow grabbed the phone from his hands.

“Excuse me, whoever you are, Mr. Bitch-off can’t talk right now. He’ll call you back at a later date…if he’s alive.” Quickly, she shut off the phone, plunking it down into a half-full cup off coffee.

“Hey, who the hell do you think-”

“Silence.” For once, the order came without the aid of magick.

Eric frowned, not liking the tone of the small redhead’s voice.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Mr. Bitch-off?”

“The name is ‘Bischoff.’”

“Oh, I know. But seeing as you’re the one responsible for outing my cousin to the whole world, I don’t really care about what your name is.”

“You can’t speak to me like that!”

“She can…and she will, Eric,” Scott murmured.

“Now I don’t know what the hell you were thinking, pulling a stunt like that, but I want to know just what you’re going to do about it?”

“Look,” Eric started, trying to placate the irate woman, “this wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t plan any of this.”

Jeff snorted in laughter. “Um…sorry. I just find that kinda hard to believe.”

“It doesn’t matter what you believe, Hardy, but it’s true.” Eric turned back to the other two occupants in the room. “I plan to find out why this happened, I just need some time.”

Willow crossed her arms over her chest. “You have until this time next week to find out what happened. If not, I’ll have your ass fired, if it isn’t already.”

“I’ll get right on it,” Eric reassured Willow. “Um… What’s your name?”

“Willow Rosenberg.”

“Right. Willow. Look, I’m going straight to the technicians; I’ll see if they know how this happened. Until then,” he dug into his desk frantically, “here’s the guest pass you called about. Stick around as long as you like.”

“Good. You have one week. After that, I get nasty.”

Willow turned, quickly making her way out of the General Manager’s office.

Now that that’s over with… Willow watched Jeff as he followed Scott out. Time for the hard part.


To Be Continued...
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