Author: eena_angel2001
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them
Notes: This is after "Wrecked" for Season 6 of BTVS. Willow is off magic and Tara is long gone.
He really shouldn't have left. It didn't matter that Jeff cost them the tag titles, he shouldn't have left. It didn't matter that the brothers had a massive fight. It didn't matter that Lita took Jeff's side over his. It didn't matter that Lita slept with Edge...
Okay, that last one mattered. That's why he left. Matt felt abandoned. Wasn't he the one who took care of everyone? He was the big brother, the boyfriend, he was the responsible one. So why did they all turn on him?
And how could Lita cheat on him? How could Jeff demand to separate, to go into singles competition? And how could he leave so abruptly? He should have stayed, stuck it out. Seen what would have happened. Try to work it out with his lying bitch-he meant Lita. Try to calm down his ungrateful brother. Should have castrated Edge for touching his lying cheating bitch!
Oh yeah, that's why he left. Too angry and too hurt to think straight. Vince didn't even care. He had just won the battle of the promotions, what did he care if one wrestler left. He had the legions of WCW stars to pick from, and those ones would be wrapped around his finger. And as for Lita and Jeff, he didn't even tell them goodbye. Thought they didn't deserve a farewell, still thought that.
But why did he end up here? In Sunnydale California of all places? He didn't even know this town existed, so how did he end up here? Just driving through the country, looking for something. Ran out of cash while stopping for gas. He could have just accessed his bank account, but that would have clued his brother in to where he was. So he needed cash, which meant he needed a job.
Pure chance he came upon that construction crew. They needed strong guys to help out. Matt knew something about construction. He used to help his Dad fix up the house and stuff. And he was strong, several years of wrestling had taken care of that. So it seemed logical that he just apply. After all, not like his brother could trace him that way. Matt had payed a lot of money for the fake ID he was using nowadays.
He was hired almost immediately. The foreman, Alex Harris, asked him to come in the next day. And asked him not to call him Alex. He had some strange nickname, Xander or something. Matt didn't care much. He figured he'd be gone in a matter of weeks.
Of course, life doesn't always go the way you plan. He should have known that. After all, look at all the surprises he had been getting back in the WWF. Sorry, WWE now. What bullshit.
The point was, unforseen forces were at work in that town. Forces that seemed to be determined to keep him there. Now that might just be an exaggeration on his part, but Matt didn't particularly care at the moment.
He had been in this town for all of three days before this happened. Now he was screwed. Matt should have just stayed in the WWE. Stayed with his lying cheating bitch and ungrateful rugrat. Being bitter was much more appealing than being dead. Which he was most likely going to be in a few seconds.
The thing that caused his sudden reflection grinned at him evilly. He could see the moon glinting off its fangs. God, it was hideous to look at. He could have sworn it was just a human at first. It looked human, but then it changed its face. Ridges and fangs took the place of the hot blonde he had met in that bar. Left behind a seriously nasty monster.
The thing let loose a growl and dove at his neck. Matt have a gasp as he felt its fangs sink into his flesh. What the hell was this thing? It was drinking his blood. Only vampires did that, and vampires were fiction. Weren't they.
His vision was getting clouded. His eyelids started to droop. Matt Hardy knew he was going to die. He cursed his lying cheating bitch and ungrateful brother. They sent him away and they were the reason why this happened. God, the pain, it hurt so much . . .
And then it was gone. Matt jerked slightly when the weight of the monster suddenly disappeared. He drew in a shaky breath and gagged when he got a mouthful of dust.
"Are you okay?"
He felt hands go to his neck wound. He opened his eyes and gasped. There was a redheaded beauty gazing at him in concern. She was pressing something against him wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
"I'm going to help you. I promise," she told him.
Matt smiled and closed his eyes. He believed her entirely. After all, weren't all angels to be trusted?
***
"You want to keep him."
Willow sighed and hung her head. "He's not a puppy I found in an alley Anya," the redhead chastised her friend. "I can't keep him."
"But you want to," Anya continued. "I can see it. And I think it's a good thing. I haven't seen you look at a girl like that for months. I haven't seen you look look at a guy in years."
Willow shook her head once more. "Let's just wait to see if he lives before we start making dinner plans," she muttered sarcastically.
"See!" Anya pounced immediately. "You want dinner plans. That means you want to keep him."
"Anya's right," Dawn nodded. "I think you like this guy."
"I rescued this guy from being a vampire's dinner," Willow corrected crossly. "And then I took him to the hospital because he lost a lot of blood. We didn't have time for idle conversation. I don't even know his name."
"We're not disagreeing with you," Dawn soothed. "We're just saying, you look at him with interest in your eyes. And that's something new."
Willow rolled her eyes and turned away from her friends. The guy she had found had been admitted into the hospital hours ago. She had phoned her friends to let them know where she was. Xander, Anya, and Dawn had come down immediately, concerned for their friend and this mysterious stranger she had apparently saved. Buffy and Spike were still on patrol, having decided to wait until later to check up on Willow. After all, the redhead had insisted she was fine. And even if she wasn't, Xander and the girls had gone down to be with her. Of course, Willow would have been grateful if Dawn and Anya would just stop bugging her about the hottie she rescued. Just because he's devastating cute and looks like he has a great body, they think she likes him. He hadn't even been conscious for more than five minutes in the entire time she knew him. Liking would have to come later. Right now, she was just interested. In his well-being that is.
She looked up as the Xander and the doctor stepped out into the waiting room. Xander had been quite shocked to find out that his newest employee was the man Willow had saved. He though he had given Matt the complete, "It's-not-safe-to-be-out-late-at-night-in-Sunnydale" speech. Apparently the man hadn't paid much attention.
"Is he okay?" Willow asked, jumping to her feet.
Anya and Dawn exchanged a giggle over her reaction. Xander shot his fiance a confused look which she just waved off.
"Mr. Johnson is just fine," the doctor assured them. "He lost a lot of blood, but you got him here just in time. He'll be released in the afternoon."
"Thank you doctor," Xander said, shaking his hand. "We're glad to hear that."
"He's actually asking for Miss Rosenburg," the doctor continued. "You can go see him if you like. Just not too long. He needs his rest tonight."
Willow nodded and followed the doctor to Matt's room. Her friends were asked to wait outside while she visited. Hospital rules and such.
She entered the dimly lit room slowly, eyes going immediately to the figure on the bed. She thought at first he was sleeping, but then a huge smile broke out across his face.
"Hey, it's my hero," he whispered. "Am I glad to see you."
Willow managed a little smile, hiding her blushing face a little. "How are you feeling?" she asked, coming to sit on the side of his bed.
"Like crap," he answered cheerfully. "But alive. Did I mention you're my hero?"
Willow laughed and patted his knee. "Just glad I got there in time," she giggled. "Those crazy gangs around here, they tend to do a lot of damage."
"I bet they do," Matt replied, eyebrows raised. "But we both know that I wasn't attacked by gang members on PCP. Or whatever else you told the doctor."
Willow was slightly taken back. "We do?" she responded tentatively.
"Yeah, we do," he affirmed. Matt gave the slight redhead a determined look. "We both know it was vampires. But after that, I don't know much. Care to enlighten me?"
***
Amazing how he just fit right into their lives. They just kind of tucked him in around the edges, slowly bringing him further into the fold. His ready acceptance of their truth helped with that. And his ability to hold his own against the monsters helped too.
Dawn adored him. He was a real big brother type. Always taking her out for ice cream and getting into pillow fights during television programs. Buffy admired his fighting ability and general protecting nature towards her younger sister. Spike was a little jealous, but he liked him as well. Xander and Anya were also fond of him. Xander liked having another male around. He and Spike didn't feel so outnumbered any more. Anya thought Matt was wonderful and that Willow should bed him immediately. And as for Willow, well, she liked him. A lot.
But she didn't get too close in that aspect. Matt had told her once that he didn't know if he was going to stay in town. He was just passing through, picking up work where he could. Xander was more than willing to make him a permanent part of his crew, but it was all up to Matt. And Matt hadn't made up his mind yet.
The girls forced him to move in the Summers home with them. Mostly due to the fact they discovered he was living in a dive motel on the outskirts of town. One look at the room and they had all his things in their car. He tried to protest, but Buffy simply tossed him in the car along with his belongings. They made the basement into a living space for him. He moved in to save himself from the argument that would have followed if he tried to decline. One thing he learned rather quickly was that one does not challenge the Resolve Face. And all the girls had their own variation of it.
He never talked about his life before. They could get mutterings about a lying cheating bitch and an ungrateful brother out of him, but that was all. They didn't push much. They had long ago decided they liked him; it didn't matter where he came from.
And he liked it there. His new friends were great. He trusted them entirely. And he really liked his hero, Willow. She was so different than the women he was usually around. Shy and confident, beautiful and cute, loving and fiery at the same time. It was hard to categorize her. Matt was sure he could fall for this girl.
That is, if he hadn't already.
***
Willow pushed the front door open and trudged tiredly into the entrance hall. She tossed her book bad onto the couch and made her way up the stairs. She could hear the shower running and knew Dawn was home. Buffy was still at work, as was Matt.
The redhead made for her bedroom when she noticed steam floating around the hallway. Groaning, Willow turned around and made her way to the slightly ajar bathroom door.
"Dawn," she called out tiredly, letting herself into the bathroom. "Haven't I told you not to leave this door open when you shower? There's steam all over the hallway."
"Sorry," came the reply definitely not from Dawn. Willow spun around quickly. She got an eyeful of wet and dripping Matt. Wow, what a set of muscles.
Willow went as red as her hair. She made a few squeaking noises and then fled from the room. Matt watched her go amusedly before reaching for a towel. Drying off and wrapping it around his midsection, he went off in search of the flustered redhead.
***
Willow slammed her door shut behind her. She buried her red face into her hands. "I can't believe that just happened!" she moaned to herself. Wet Matt. Wet, dripping Matt with all those sexy muscles. A girl could just eat him alive.
"Bad Willow!" she admonished herself. The redhead hung her head. Today was just not going her way.
"Willow?" came the call from outside her door. "You okay?"
"Fine," she squeaked back. "Really fine- I mean okay!"
She heard chuckling from outside.
"Don't laugh at me mister," she warned him. She heard the doorknob turn. Willow turned to meet Matt's eyes and then started when she saw he was only in a towel.
"Where are your pants?" she demanded hysterically, hands going over her eyes again.
"Why?" he asked in response. "Do I look bad?"
"NO!" she shrieked. "It's just-I-and you-"
She was so cute when she was flustered. Matt grinned at the picture in front of him. Willow was red in the face and her hands were slapped hard across her eyes. She had left her mouth uncovered so she could talk to him. Did she even realize how tempting she was?
He leaned over and kissed her before he could even think about it. She gave a shocked squeal before melting right into the kiss. He almost crowed when she pushed up against him. He was having a hard time touching her while keeping his towel up.
Willow felt one of his hands go up the back of her shirt. She arched into his touch, desperate for more. Her eyes flicked to the open door.
"Door," she gasped out between kissing. "Others. Home. Soon."
He got the gist of it. He spun both of them around so he could slam the door shut, never breaking the kiss once. Willow was surprised when she felt him push her back against the closed door. Giving a mental shrug, she linked her ankles around his waist and pulled herself up. He squished her against the door, both hands very busy with all her pesky clothing. Why did she have so much on? This was California damn it!
Willow was tugging at his towel. She figured if he was playing remove the clothing, she should participate as well. When it hit the floor, he pulled her away from the door and flopped down on the bed.
He towered over her with a question on his lips. "Are you-"
She pulled him down for a kiss before he could finish. Taking that for a yes, he fell down on top of her.
***
Willow had barely shut her eyes when she heard the door slam open.
"Willow, do you know where Matt is?" Dawn called, stepping into the room. "Cause Xander says they let off early and he's not down- OH MY GOD!"
Willow's eyes shot open as Dawn bounded onto her bed. Matt jerked awake and stared wide eyed at the little blonde in front of him.
"Dawnie, you shouldn't be in-"
"You guys are the best!" Dawn declared, ignoring their stammering. "I knew something would happen and now it happened and this is so great!"
Willow opened her mouth to respond, but stopped when she heard the pounding footsteps in the hall.
"What's wrong?" Buffy demanded as she and Spike tumbled into the room. "We heard scream- oh my."
Spike took one look at the two red faced figures in the bed and broke out into a grin. "Way to get some Red," he called out teasingly. Willow turned a very vibrant red while Matt just started to laugh. Buffy let out a squeal and raced over to her friend.
"You are evil for keeping this from me," she informed Willow sternly.
"It just happened," the redhead protested feebly.
"What's going on up here-oh lord."
Willow groaned and slid underneath the covers.
"I knew it!" she heard Anya declare. "They are having sex!"
"No, they just had sex," Dawn corrected her.
"Whatever," Anya waved off. "I saw this coming a mile away."
"Um guys?" came Xander's voice. "Let's leave them alone. We are so intruding here."
Willow let out a sigh of relief. Leave it to Xander to be her white knight once again. She heard shuffling as the others made their way to the door.
"Wait," Dawn stopped and ran back to Matt. "Does this mean you're staying?"
There was a tense silence. Willow stayed under the sheets, biting her lip nervously.
"I guess it does," she heard Matt agreed. Willow broke out into a grin. She waited until the door shut before coming out from under the sheets. Matt was waiting on her, leaning on his side.
"Hi," he greeted her. Willow blushed deeply.
"Hi," she returned, tucking the sheets around her. She folded her hands on her stomach and stared at the ceiling.
"So?"
"So?"
Matt grinned and pulled her closer to him. "Want me to stay?" he whispered in her ear.
"Wouldn't mind," she returned slyly. She giggled as he began to kiss her ear and down her neck.
"I'm thinking I wouldn't mind staying," he informed her. "As long as I get to do this everyday after work."
"Everyday?" she repeated. "Who do you think I am? Some manufactured love-bot?"
"Now that would be an interesting," he chuckled. "But I think I'll stick with the original Willow. I kind of like her more."
She blushed and buried her head in his neck. "You better," she shot at him. Matt laughed again.
"Don't worry. I do," he assured her. "Should we go face them? I think they're waiting on us."
"Are you kidding me?" she gave him a look. "They're not waiting. They're listening at the door."
There was a silent squeak and a thump as someone tripped backing away from the door. Willow exchanged a look with Matt as they heard their friends race down the steps. Both of them laughed and reached for their clothes. Well, Matt could only reach for his towel. He had no clothes. Willow kind of liked him that way.
"I'll bring you some," she promised him, pulling on her jeans hastily. "And then we'll go face the Inquisition."
She skipped across the room, pausing at the door.
"Matt?" she started, turning back to him. "Are you really going to stay?"
Matt smiled at her warmly. "Why would I go?"
Willow grinned and headed out of the room.
***
Lita was worried. Not that that was new at all. She had been worried for months now. Five months to be exact. Five months since anyone had heard from Matt Hardy.
She shouldn't have been so hard on him. Choosing Jeff over Matt had been too much for his pride. It hurt him too much. That's why he left. That and the whole thing with Edge...
She was sorry about that. Lita did love Matt, she did. But in those last weeks, he wasn't always there for her. And Edge, well, Edge was a sweet guy. Who she slept with to get back at Matt. True, when she went to Edge she had been angry about the whole Stacy Kiebler thing. Stupid blonde had been all over her boyfriend, and Matt wasn't exactly stopping her. Probably because Matt didn't like hitting women, but still. She had been angry.
Jeff felt miserable too. He was barely able to concentrate on his matches. The only solace they had been that Matt kept in contact with their father. Called or wrote every now and then to let their dad know he was still alive. They weren't having any luck in tracking him down. Matt had wanted to disappear, and so he did.
Their friends felt the loss too. Everyone was concerned about the remaining members of Team Extreme. It was like they were lost without Matt. They just kind of floundered about in his absence. They couldn't focus, couldn't organize. They were falling apart. They needed Matt.
And they had no idea where he was. Vince had let him go without an argument, which he was now regretting. Had the owner known the other two depended so much on him, Vince would have fought Matt. But he had been giddy over the win at Survivor Series, so Matt had passed by without so much as a glance. And they all felt the repercussions of that.
So it begged the question. Do they find Matt Hardy or do they let him come back on his own? But then again, if he planned on coming back, wouldn't he have been here by now? Five months had passed. It was too much.
Where was Matt Hardy?
***
The match went well, considering Jeff lost. But at least he was in one piece by the end of it. Lita kneeled beside him in the ring, trying to get him to stand. Edge stood behind both of them, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. The younger Hardy just couldn't get it together. And Lita was almost as bad.
The fans were still cheering for them though. Deep down, they probably thought that could salvage the remnants of Team Extreme. If only they knew. The only thing that could save Team Extreme was Matt Hardy. And no one knew where he was.
Lita sighed as she pulled Jeff to his feet. The same old story as before. They just couldn't concentrate enough on the matches. They were too worried, too unfocused. They needed a miracle.
Static bursting out across the speakers diverted everyone's attention. Lita and Jeff watched in interest as the GTV logo appeared on the titantron.
The footage showed a park filled with people. There were kids running around and playing, adults watching their moves closely. But the video zeroed in on one couple seated at some picnic tables. The girl, a redhead, was perched on top of a table with the guy standing in between her legs. They were kissing and generally carrying on. Lita didn't recognize either of them, probably because she couldn't see their faces, but the guy looked sort of familiar.
The fans started cheering when the guy's hand disappeared under the girl's shirt. Suddenly, a bread roll flew across the screen to belt the guy in the back of the head. The camera swung around to show the perpetrators. A group of young people seated on a picnic blanket were jeering in the direction of the couple.
"Park is a public area," called out one blonde. "Hanky panky must wait until you guys get to private quarters."
"Bite me Buffy," a male voice responded. Lita froze when she heard that. It sounded just like...
The camera swung back to the kissing couple. Only now, their faces could be seen. The guy had turned around and was mock-scowling at his friends. Lita nearly had a heart attack at the sight. Matt!
"Holy shit," Jeff breathed in wonder. She barely nodded, eyes watching the screen carefully. Matt traded some more remarks with the others while the redhead blushed profusely.
"Dude, it's true," insisted the youngest of the group. "You can't do that here. It's like illegal and stuff. Not to mention all the impressionable young kids running about."
On screen, Matt frowned before breaking out into a huge grin. He turned around and swept the redhead up into his arms. Lita felt a surge of anger and jealousy at the sight.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked in surprise.
"Taking you home," he responded, stalking past their amused friends. "Going to have my way with you. You guys stay out all day if need be."
"Have fun with orgasms," the last woman called out after them. The dark-haired man next to her hushed her immediately.
"Anya!" he reprimanded. "Night life aside, this is still Sunnydale California. There are children around in the daytime. You can't say stuff like that."
"But it's true," the woman protested. "They're going to go have orgasms and I simply wished them well."
The footage cut out then. The lights came back on. The fans were still screaming while the wrestlers stood in the ring, more or less shocked beyond belief.
That was Matt Hardy. They had just seen Matt Hardy. Now all they had to do was find him.
***
Matt slid off Willow slowly, wrapping the redhead up in his arms as he did so. Both were panting and sweating. Sex really did take a lot of a person.
"Wow," Willow finally said. "You should have your way with me more often."
"I just had you four times," he teased her. "How much more can you possibly need?"
Willow gave him a mischievous grin. "Well, they do say fifth time's the charm."
"Who's they?" he asked.
"Mostly Anya," Willow shrugged. "But Spike wholeheartedly agrees with her."
"I bet Xander does too," Matt chuckled. "She must wear that boy down."
"You know any guys who would complain about that?" she raised a brow at him.
"Not any I can think of," he agreed laughing. He pulled the redhead closer.
"I love you," he whispered to her. "I love your hair, your eyes, and your smile. I love the way you blush and stutter. I love the way you make pancakes in the morning. I love the way you look in the mornings. I love the way you sing in the shower."
"Wow," she giggled, blushing profusely. "You must love me a lot."
"Yeah I must," he agreed, moving so he was on top of her. "But I especially love the way you look when I'm inside you," he whispered huskily into her ear. Her whole body was tense with anticipation. He entered her slowly, savouring the feel of her.
"I love you too," she sighed. Matt grinned and captured her lips with his own. Moving slowly in and out of her, Matt reflected on his new life. He loved it here, loved the people here.
He hoped nothing would ever change.
***
"That guy said Sunnydale California," Lita reminded Edge as he sat in front of the computer. The blonde man rolled his eyes and glared at her.
"I know that," he retorted testily. "I was there. Remember?"
The redhead looked slightly taken back, but didn't dwell on it. She knew why Edge as so irritable. He was angry she was still so caught up in Matt, but she didn't have time to care. Matt was out there, somewhere in California, with a new redhead hanging all over him. She wouldn't stand for that. Matt was her guy, wasn't he?
"And he called that girl Buffy," Jeff pitched in. "I don't think we'll find too many people in one town with that name."
"Look, I found her okay," Edge told them. "Buffy Summers, 254 Revello Drive, Sunnydale California."
"So we just go there and ask her where Matt is," Lita stated, more to herself than the others. Jeff nodded his agreement.
"Let's go get my brother."
***
"I'm just saying, if they keep multiplying like this, we are so screwed."
Matt nodded, agreeing with Xander.
"Pretty soon, there'll be dozens of them," he added. "We'll never be able to handle so many."
"You gits are just worried it'll interrupt your sex time," Spike scoffed.
"But it will," Xander protested. "Hell it already has! I could be having sex right now, but I'm not. And do you know why?"
"Because I don't think of you in that way?" Spike tossed back.
"No, side bar, ew," Xander glared at him. "I'm not having sex because they went shopping. They always go shopping. And it gets worse as more of them arrive."
"I can't believe you idiots are complaining about the abundance of women in our lives," Spike shook his head resignedly. "It's not a bad thing to have dozens of sexy women around."
"It's not that," Matt objected. "It's just that now that Faith is here, they are double our numbers. And all they want to do is have girl time. Sleepovers, shopping trips, and such. Where's our sex time?"
"Exactly my point," Xander added. "Now that they have so many girlfriends, they don't need us anymore. Pretty soon, they'll pick up vibrators and we'll be completely obsolete."
Matt paled at the prospect. The vampire just laughed at his human friends.
"You morons," he chuckled. "They keep you around because they like you for some reason. And besides, if you want sex time, take them for a vacation or something. A nice weekend away and not only will you get sex, but they'll love you more for it."
"Junior's onto something with this," Xander said, nodding slowly to himself. "We could have a full weekend of sex, and they'll think we just want to be romantic and stuff."
Matt clapped Spike on the shoulder. "See, I knew that brain of yours still worked," he ribbed his friend.
"Sod off," Spike retorted, lighting a cigarette. "Just try and work something out soon. I'm tired of you wankers whining all the time."
Knocking on the front door interrupted any retort that the others had. Xander got to his feet and ambled to the door.
He opened it to find a strange group of people on the doorstep. There were two large blonde men, one large guy with green hair, and a redheaded woman.
"Hi," he started curiously.
"Hi," the redhead replied. "We're wondering if you could help us. We're looking for somebody."
Matt froze when he heard the words drift into the living room. He got to his feet slowly, ignoring the questioning look on Spike's face. He knew that voice. Sometimes he could hear it in his dreams. Well, nightmares more like it.
"He's a friend out ours," he heard the female continue. "His name is Matt Hardy."
Xander was a bit taken back. He tossed Matt a confused look. Matt stepped up next to him and looked at the new arrivals.
Lita broke into a huge grin at the sight of him.
"Matt!" she squealed in joy. Matt didn't respond, he didn't have the opportunity. Both Lita and Jeff pulled him into an embrace. He stared silently at Chris Jericho and Edge as they waited uncomfortably on the porch.
Lita and Jeff were yapping happily. Spike and Xander stood by the stairwell, waiting for an explanation. Suddenly, Matt had too much of their greeting. He pushed away from them, a frown on his face. Both of them looked at him with shining eyes, but he could only scowl.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
***
"But I really wanted it!" Dawn whined as she waited for Buffy to open the door.
"I don't care," the blonde replied. "No way is any fifteen year old sister of mine going to wear a halter top. No way."
"But you have halter tops!" Dawn protested.
"Yes, but I'm the adult."
"That is such a double-standard," the younger Summers huffed.
"Don't worry Dawnie," Faith assured her. "You'll be old enough soon. Besides, you don't need to wear something like that to attract the guys. There are all kinds of things you can do with a lollipop that are just so much more effective."
"Here we go!" Buffy shouted triumphantly, pushing open the front door. "We're home and Faith, you are not allowed to be alone with my sister at any time."
The brunette smirked at her friend. "Ah, come on B," she giggled. "You did the same stuff in high school."
"That is true," Willow put in. "You did have the lollipop thing down pat."
"And you did wear horrendously skimpy clothing as well," Anya added helpfully.
"Oh shut up you two," Buffy glared at them. "You're supposed to be on my side."
"Well, Red here is supposed to be on Mattie right about now," Faith teased. "The boy was adamant that we get home quickly."
"Where are they?" Willow mused, walking into the family room. She heard some noises from the kitchen and looked up to see Matt standing in the doorway. His face was set stone still. The man looked angry.
"Matt?" she called out to him curiously. "What's wrong?"
Matt didn't respond. He yanked Willow into his arms roughly and gave her a bruising kiss. The redhead had been unprepared and all her shopping bags tumbled to the ground. Matt kissed her furiously, she could barely breathe.
"Whoa," came the whisper from Dawn. "He really was antsy for sex."
"Who the hell are you?" she heard Buffy demand.
Willow pushed away from Matt, breathing heavily. His face was still angry and he kept his arms around her. Willow could see Faith and Anya enter the kitchen. She heard some voices she didn't recognize and turned to Matt.
"What is going on?"
His eyes flashed at that. He turned to face the kitchen door, anger rolling off him in waves. "We have visitors," he informed her.
"Who?" she asked as he pulled her to the kitchen. Matt turned back towards her, fury coming to his face.
"My ex-lying cheating bitch and ungrateful brother."
"Oh," was her only comment before they entered the kitchen.
***