Author: eena_angel2001
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own any of them
Notes: Spoilers but to "Wrecked" for Season 6 BTVS.
Original Challenge:
A Willow cross over (of course) with the WWE.
Love Shipper can be � Brock, Raven, RVD, Y2J, Kane or Test
Must have
Willow must be best friends with Spike Dudley
Her getting attacked by Harvard
Willow skipping through backstage and being noticed by the Rock, and him putting her in his promo for the night
Willow jokingly asking the Undertaker if he was once in the Village people
Willow and Spike getting so drunk they make a scene at a night club and either the Kliq or Undertaker/Kane get them back to the hotel where chaos ensues � I'll leave the details up to you�hehehehe
Bubba screaming at them in the middle of a roster wide meeting about their antics, willow starts yelling back at him
The song "My Sacrifice" by Creed needs to be involved somehow Willow racing to the ring when Spike gets hurt
Who ever she's with throwing her over his shoulder after she gets into a screaming match with Molly
Trish and her set up a practical joke
Must have at least 5, but feel free to use more�
Line � "God they're multiplying"
Line � "You wish, jelly fish"
Line � "Sometimes I just don't get you, I wouldn't be surprised if you were a secret agent or something"
Line � "When I want a hero I'll go page superman � now get away from me you freak"
Line � "Don't yell at him, it was my idea to do it"
Line � "There goes my hero"
Line � "Pooh bear, you know that colour just doesn't suit you"
Line � "Strange, strange girl you have there"
Line � "If I wanted to see that I would just wait in your bathroom � now put it away"
Line � "And you're the adult here, shame, shame, shame on you"
Must have three, four would be better...
1 � An empty can of whipped cream
2 � A phone conversation between Willow and a Scooby misunderstood completely
3 � A reference to Willow checking out a major players butt � major player meaning, The Rock, Kevin Nash, HHH, Kane or Undertakers
4 � Willow waking up in a strange room
5 � Trish gushing over Bubba
6 � Molly getting her ass kicked by Willow (no magic) backstage
7 � Willow and Spike beating APA at poker and both doing the happy dance
8 � Willow man being jealous of her relationship with Spike cause them to break up
***
The way things were just wasn't cutting it anymore. They didn't trust me, I didn't trust myself, and there was a whole bunch of uneasiness as a result. I kind of wished things would go back to the way they were six years ago. But then again, I've grown up too much to go back to being that little girl who was too afraid of her own shadow to ever stick up for herself.
No, I had been through too much to ever want that again. Because, it hadn't been all that bad. It was after that year that I finally became alive. Once the pain of losing Jesse faded, I felt better. Way better than I had ever felt in my entire life. The world was opened up to me in a way I didn't know existed. And I cherished every moment of it.
Except the part where I went magic nuts and nearly killed Dawn. That I could have done without.
So, where did all of this leave me? Wanting to go back, but wanting to stay in this time. Wanting to change my actions, but not wanting to change who I had become. Basically, I was at a stands still in my life, and I didn't like it. I wanted to know what I was going to do. I wanted to be organized, to have a goal in mind. I wanted to have a life.
But it became painfully evident that I couldn't have that life in good ole Sunnyhell. Not after all the things I had done, all the things I had succumbed to, and especially not after seeing Buffy fucking Spike with wild abandon in his crypt. Dear Goddess, if only I had been struck blind before I saw that. I'm pretty sure I'll die with that horrible picture burned in my mind's eye. It was just so . . .
Okay, not going there. Steering far away from there. At all times. It never happened you see. I never walked in on them, it never happened. And if you say it did, just shut up already. Can't you see I'm in pain over here? Oh god, Buffy and Spike, all together like and with the screaming-why were they screaming so much?
Bleech, so getting off that topic. And burying it far down into the recesses of my mind, never to be thought of again. Ever.
So, moving on, what was I to do now that Sunnydale became unbearable? I could have tracked down my parents, gone gallivanting with them all over the globe. Or gone off on my own, lord knows I have the money to do so. But I just didn't know about that. Something about the whole idea put me off, and I couldn't figure it out.
Eventually, it hit me. I didn't want to be alone. Going off on my own meant being by myself all the time. Going off with my parents meant the exact same thing. So, again, what to do? Who the hell would take me in?
There was always Giles. He in fact sent me three invitations since the incident. And there was always Angel, who phoned me everyday to let me know that I was more than welcome in LA. But I didn't want to go to either of those places. Going to Giles meant putting up with the Council. And we all know how well I get along with those prissy jerks. And going to LA meant dealing with Darla and the child she had conceived with Angel, which also wasn't high on my list of things to do. If I ever see that bitch that killed Jesse again, I would not be able to control myself. And I didn't want to hurt a pregnant woman, even if she was already dead.
Up the creek without a paddle, so it seemed. I just wasn't sure about what to do. I just sat for the longest time in my own bedroom, the one at my parents' house, and tried to think of someone who made me feel safe. And after about an hour or so, I got the answer. Did you know I had a sister?
Well, not too many people do know that. Just my closest of friends, Buffy, Xander, and Jesse knew it too. It's not like it was a big thing I wanted to keep secret. No, more like a big thing my mom wanted to keep secret. And for good reason too, because the truth might sully her good name. Wouldn't the whole world be surprised to find out that Sheila Rosenburg stole her husband away from his first wife?
I've always found that to be incredibly hilarious. My mom used to be my dad's adulteress. Couldn't you just bust a gut laughing? My prissy uptight mother actually intentionally stole my father away from his first wife. Well, the first wife didn't take that too well, taking dad's first kid with her to Canada and staying there. Dad didn't get to see a lot of my sister, which kind of made him sad. But then again, he barely had time for me; so doubtful he would have had time to see her.
But he did have joint custody of the girl. Every now and then she would head down for the summer, under the guise of a distant cousin of mine. We would always laugh when my mom introduced her like that. My mom was always so obsessed with her reputation.
But my sister, and me well we were close. As close as two sisters can be with such a distance between us. And you know what? She has been hounding me for a visit. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to take her up on that.
So I did that. I made the call. She had been ecstatic, actually babbling and shrieking over the phone. I had laughed at that. So like me, but so not. Trust me, I love my sister, but she was way different from me in many aspects. Too different sometimes, which could make for some nerves on my part. But I shrugged them off. After all she was family. We would get along if it killed us.
Or at the very least, someone else.
***
"Red hair, green eyes, are you sure she's your sister?"
Trish rolled her eyes, turning to give Bubba Ray Dudley a slight frown.
"Considering how much you, D-Von, and Spike look alike, I'd suggest you keep your mouth shut," Trish replied primly, ignoring the snickering from Spike Dudley at her left side. "Besides, we're only half sisters. I look like my mom, she looks like her mom."
"And neither of you looks like your dad?" Spike asked innocently.
Trish made a face at the mention of her father.
"Thankfully no," she muttered. "Hate to think what other attributes of his we might have."
"Not happy with the Dad eh?" Bubba surmised, nodding sagely.
"That's an understatement," Trish sighed, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Dad's just not really good at being a dad. Actually, he just plain sucks at it. But let's not get me started on that topic."
Bubba nodded, accepting his pretty friend's need for privacy. Trish rarely ever talked about her family. In fact, the only family member she ever mentioned was her mother, and that's only because she came to one of the Toronto shows. There was much of to the Stratus clan that no one in the WWE had yet to hear of, but Trish never felt like sharing. Imagine his surprise when she announced her sister was coming to visit and could he and Spike take her to the airport to pick her up?
He glanced back down at his tiny friend. She seemed to have forgotten him and his brother, raising to her tiptoes to see over the heads of the masses of new arrivals. She kept fidgeting, pulling at her shirt hem and sometimes bouncing on the balls of her feet. He looked over at Spike, seeing the small man watching her in great amusement. Neither of them had ever seen Trish so excited.
"Okay, then what's the deal with her not coming to the arenas?" Bubba asked, speaking once more. Trish shrugged, eyes never leaving the arrival gates.
"She wants some down time," the blonde explained. "Things got too tense for her back home and she wanted some time for R and R. Probably not going to get too much of that at the arenas. Not with some of the people wandering around backstage. Maybe after a few weeks or something, but for now, just hanging with me on my time off."
"Sounds good," Spike interjected, following her gaze to the gates. "But she has to get here first."
"She's coming," Trish assured him. "Probably the last to get off. She always has to be the last to get off. Don't know what that's about really."
"Siblings are strange," Spike offered. "Just look at this big lug. His favourite pastime involves tables. Doesn't get any stranger than that."
"At least I never dated virginal tightwads," Bubba tossed back coolly.
"Settle down boys," Trish giggled. "We're just picking my sister up from the airport. It usually doesn't take any measure of violence to get that done."
"Well, maybe you've been doing it the wrong way," Bubba suggested gruffly.
"Doing it the wrong way, eh?" Spike repeated, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You would know all about doing it the wrong way right Bubba?"
Bubba narrowed his eyes, taking a swipe at his younger brother.
"You are so dead."
***
Willow calmly waited as the last of the passengers trickled down the aisle. Finally, when the last person had passed her, the redhead got to her feet, pulling her bag from the overhead compartment. Slinging her handbag over one shoulder, Willow made for the exit.
She smiled at the flight attendants, exchanging some pleasantries with them before making her way down the ramp. A slight smile was touching her face, growing as she neared the end of the tunnel. This was the best idea she had had in a long time. Time with Trish could be just what she needed after the debacle of the last year. Maybe she could finally find a way to work past some of the anger, irritation, grief, and general weariness. Because she was tired, Willow was so tired now.
But this was slowing rousing her, bringing something back into her heart. Hope, anticipation, and other generally good feelings of excitement. She had really missed Trish since she started her job at the WWE. She tried to watch every night when the show came on, but it was too damn difficult. She was hopelessly confused five minutes into the programming. So instead she just had Xander videotape Trish's matches for her, so she could watch them later. At least she could support her sister in that way. Lord knows Dad never did. Actually, when he found out what Trish was doing, well lets just say he was less than supportive.
Willow waded her way through the crowd, eyes alert for the sight of her blonde and overly busty sister. Willow had nearly died of laughter when she saw what her sister had done to her body. Trish had taken it well, saying it was something she had wanted to do. Why? Willow was sure she would never understand. The redhead couldn't find a good enough reason to have boobs that big, but Trish apparently did. Well, hat's off to her and to each their own and some other crap like that.
Her green eyes scanned the arrival area, picking out her sister almost immediately. Her sister was standing between two men, both tall, though one much more so than the other. The large one seemed to be trying to take a swipe at the smaller one, who was laughing and ducking his shots. Trish was in the middle, giggling as she tried to hold the large man back. It wasn't working too well, but made for an amusing sight.
Willow made her way to them, dropping her bag to the ground and folding her arms across her chest.
"Shouldn't that kind of stuff wait for the ring?" she asked with a smile. Her words stilled the trio, Trish looking at her with a slightly stunned look to her face. Willow looked back with an amused smile, arching a brow at her older sister.
"Well?" she prompted. That brought Trish out of her stupor. The blonde leapt the redhead, pulling her into a hug.
"Hey baby sister!"
"Hey big sister," Willow returned. "Who are the goons?"
The goons in question looked mildly offended. Trish stifled a giggle before linking her arm through Willow's.
"This is Bubba and Spike," Trish introduced. "My friends."
Bubba nodded his greeting while Spike shook hands with her.
"Nice to meet you," he smiled.
"Likewise," she returned before turning back to her sister.
"Wasn't aware that you had friends," Willow started teasingly. "Aren't you the biggest bitch the WWE has ever seen?"
Trish glared at the small redhead, pouting slightly.
"You're mean."
"You're easy to make fun of."
"You have stupid clothes."
"At least mine cover. You're bordering indecent exposure big sis."
"Oh bite me Willow!"
Bubba sighed, shaking his head as the two squabbled.
"This is going to be a long day."
***
Willow tapped her foot impatiently while she waited for the elevator to reach her floor. She glanced down at her watch, frowning at the time. Okay, it hadn't taken that long, but there were people waiting on her downstairs. Okay, person waiting on her downstairs. Spike had been kind enough to offer to take Willow out while Trish and Bubba went to the arena for RAW. Spike apparently had the night off, something that Willow was grateful for. She didn't really want to spend the first night of her vacation in her hotel room waiting for Trish to come back. No, that sounded like less fun.
Trish and Bubba had left for the arena mere minutes before. Willow was supposed to be on her way out with Spike when she realized that she had left her purse in her room. So she was off in a quick dash to go get her purse. If only the elevator would go faster! Willow never did like leaving people waiting. It made her feel rude and callous for some reason.
Trish said she was weird like that. Willow said Trish was rude for not thinking like that. Then Trish said Willow was neurotic. Then Willow said Trish was vain. And then Bubba said he was so not impressed with either of them. Willow didn't know what that was about. All siblings squabbled. Not like she and Trish ever meant anything by it. They just liked to verbally spar with one another. They had been doing it since they were children.
So lost in her thoughts Willow barely noticed the ding of the elevator, signalling the arrival at her floor. She blinked when the doors started to open, sighing in relief. Finally.
She strode out purposefully. Only to slam headfirst into someone else.
"Sorry!" she cried out immediately.
"I'm not," came the slightly greasy reply. Willow frowned; noticing whomever she had run into had a hand on her arm. She raised green eyes to notice a rather tall man with a mop of curly blonde hair on his head. The man smiled down at her, making Willow feel more than a little uncomfortable.
"Well, I am sorry," Willow repeated firmly, tugging on her arm. The man just smiled again, increasing his grip on her arm. Willow bit the inside of her mouth to keep from crying out. He was hurting her.
"I'm Chris Nowinski from Harvard," he introduced himself, like he wasn't holding her captive. "And what would your name be?"
"None of your business," Willow retorted, becoming angry. "Let go of my arm."
"Well, you know, that's just rude," he frowned down at her. "I was just trying to be polite and then you just react rather curtly. That's not nice."
"Neither is trying to break my arm," Willow spat out through gritted teeth, trying harder to pull her arm away. "Now let go of me you creep!"
His face darkened at that and his grip only tightened. Willow felt herself starting to get very angry. A few Latin words started floating around in the back of her mind. Willow felt the magic build up to a fire inside of her. She was one second away from turning this jerk into the rat that he was. The magic was threatening to spill into her eyes as he tried to drag her closer. Willow decided enough was enough and prepared to give this guy what he deserved.
"Let her go."
The simply stated command broke her concentration. Both she and Harvard both turned, seeing the person who had come up from behind them. Chris dropped her arm rather wordlessly, picking up his bag and fleeing into the waiting elevator.
Willow stumbled a bit when the idiot finally let her go, turning dark eyes to see him disappear behind closing doors. Her hand went to rub her arm absently as she turned around to face her saviour.
He was tall, very tall and very built. Blond hair done in an almost military styled crew cut. Blue eyes from what she could tell and rather prominent features. Not gorgeous, but handsome in his own way.
"Thanks," she murmured, offering him a shaky smile. "That guy was a jerk."
"Don't mention it," he waved off. "But you might want to get a move on it. There are some guys worse than him running around here at the moment."
"Worse? Wasn't aware this hotel was a rat's nest," Willow muttered darkly to herself. The guy laughed at her remark, shaking his head as he pushed the button for the elevator.
"I'm Willow by the way," she introduced herself, extending her hand out to him. "And I really am thankful to you for getting rid of that jerk."
"My pleasure," he grinned at her, accepting her small hand in his massive one. "I'm Brock."
Willow smiled and shook his hand surely.
"Nice to meet you Brock."
"Likewise."
***
"What is going on here?"
Willow tilted her head up, eyes lighting up with joy when she saw who had spoken.
"I didn't know the Village People were in town," she giggled, turning to poke Spike. "Straighten up Spikey. We have a semi-famous music star in our midst."
"What are you talking about? Who are you?"
Willow turned back to the person behind her, frowning at him in consideration.
"Aren't you the biker from the Village People?" she asked innocently, words slurring a bit. The large man looked down at her in utter disbelief, seemingly at a loss for words. His equally as large companion doubled over in laughter, shaking his head in amusement.
Spike, finally having taken notice of their guests, turned to look at the arrivals.
"That's just Taker," he told Willow dismissively. "He's the American Ass. I mean Bad Ass. I think. I'm too drunk for this."
"Oh," Willow pouted, looking duly chastised. "And here I thought I was meeting someone important."
Taker growled at that, shooting a glare at his laughing companion.
"Shut up Kane," he grumbled, frowning as he turned back to the very drunk duo in front of him. "Who's your friend Spike?"
Spike made a few gurgling noises, dropping his head down into his hands. Taker frowned, folding his arms across his chest.
"Come again boy?"
"She's Trish's sister," Spike said louder, words only slightly muffled by the table surface he was talking into. "Her baby sister, from California. I took her out for dinner cause Trish is at RAW and that meant she really couldn't."
Willow giggled, pulling his head back up to point and laugh.
"You're drunk," she announced rather happily.
"Whaddya think you are?" Spike sputtered back at her. That made the redhead pause, obviously to contemplate the answer.
"I'm Willow," she answered brightly. "But I'm not sure about much else. Man, I shouldn't drink."
"Okay that's it," Taker sighed, motioning Kane to join him. He reached over, yanking Spike up by the arm. "Let's get the two of you back to the hotel."
"But I don't wanna go yet," Willow muttered unhappily, frowning as Kane pulled her to her feet. "I wanna dance with someone."
"I think you better come with us," Kane suggested. "Personally, I don't think Trish would appreciate us leaving the two of you here drunk out of your minds. Bubba would probably appreciate it less."
"I don't care," Willow insisted, dragging her heels a bit as Taker and Kane led the two of them out of the bar. "Trish isn't the boss of me. I'm the boss of me, and a few other individuals. I have a plaque to prove it."
"That's nice girlie," Taker humoured her, straightening the almost comatose Spike Dudley. "Why don't we get you back to the hotel and you can show us?"
"Okay," Willow agreed happily, and then frowning. "Wait a minute. Are you trying to trick me into going back to the hotel?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," Kane assured her. "We're taking you there anyway. Just rather you not throw a fit."
Willow glared up at the man.
"Well, are you ever in for an unpleasant evening."
***
"Up and at them sleepy head."
When the light hit her eyes, Willow flinched turning to bury her head back into her pillow. The redhead groaned, twisting herself around to get away from the intrusive light.
"Oh come on," a voice urged her. "You have to get up eventually."
"Go away!" Willow moaned, swatting at the hands prodding her. Her head hurt too much for this. What the hell had happened? Was she in a fight? Did she get hit in the head? Because that would explain the incredible throbbing pain she was experiencing at the moment.
Finally, her tormentor ceased in her irritation of the redhead. Willow gave a content sigh, snuggling deeper into her bed. There was no way she was coming out willingly.
Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't be forced. When the splash of cold water hit her, Willow let out a shocked scream, jumping out of the covers. Her eyes snapped open, much to the disappointment of her head. Her brain wanted sleep, but Willow was now officially awake.
Dripping, the redhead raised a stunned face to meet Trish's laughing blue eyes.
"Rise and shine," the blonde greeted her cheerfully. Too cheerfully for Willow's liking.
"I will rise, but I refuse to shine," the redhead muttered, glaring at her sister. "You will pay for that."
"You wish jellyfish," Trish tossed back perkily. Willow glared daggers at her older sister.
"Will you at least give me some aspirin?" Willow whined. "My head hurts."
"Serves you right after what you did," Trish retorted primly, giving Willow the requested pills and a glass of water. The redhead frowned at that, looking questioningly at her sister.
"What do you mean?"
"You don't remember?"
Willow shook her head.
"You got drunk last night," Trish started off slowly, trying to jog her memory. "You went out with Spike, drank a lot, and then met up with-"
"Taker!" Willow blurted out, realization dawning on her. "And Kane. I met two people, most likely wrestlers, named Taker and Kane. They brought me back here, along with Spike."
"Who is currently getting chewed out by Bubba for letting you get so drunk," Trish informed her. "Anyway, you remember anything else?"
Willow blushed.
"I remember throwing a fit," she admitted. "Because I wanted to dance and they wouldn't let me. Kane had to drag me kicking and screaming into the hotel lobby."
"And?" Trish prompted. Willow frowned, biting her lip.
"I don't remember anything else," the redhead shrugged. "Why? Did something else happen?"
"Did it ever," Trish giggled, bouncing onto the bed with Willow. The redhead felt her heart sink at the sight of her sister's smiling face.
"Oh please don't tell me I did something embarrassing," she moaned.
"No, don't worry, you didn't do something embarrassing," Trish assured her. "You did several embarrassing things. First, once Kane finally got you to shut up, you took off on him while they were waiting for the elevator. Frantic, and feeling kind of guilty, they called me and let me know what was going on. When I got downstairs, Bubba had found Spike passed out by the elevators and had a few of our friends out looking for you."
"Don't tell me I did anything involving skinny dipping," Willow groaned, mind racing with the various possibilities of her drunken rampage.
"You wish," Trish giggled. "It was the Hardys and Lita who finally found you. You were in the hotel bar, trying to pound the crap out of the jukebox that ate your quarter. Then you proceeded to call Matt and Jeff the Hottie Brothers. And while Matt slinked off to find me, you apparently had the greatest conversation with Jeff and Lita. You assured Jeff that if you decided to be into men again, you would do him and his brother in an instant. But not at the same time, you were quite adamant about that. And then you told Lita that she was one of the finest women you had ever seen and that if she wasn't seeing Matt you would have hit on her."
Willow felt her heart stopped. She started to climb back under her covers, berating herself all the while.
"I am never leaving this room again," the redhead wailed. Trish laughed, pulling the covers off her sister.
"Come off it," she chided her. "Lita actually took it as a compliment. And Edge appreciated the lesson on the Scooby Dance you gave him. And of course, RVD might be a bit embarrassed around you."
"Why? What did I do?" Willow demanded, fear in her heart.
"Oh nothing," Trish grinned. "You just looked at him and said, and I quote, `Ooh, stretchy'."
Willow buried her face in her hands.
"I am never facing these people ever again," she vowed. "I'm packing my bags and heading somewhere people haven't seen me at my worst."
"You're not going anywhere," Trish admonished her. "You just got here. And don't worry. Those boys have done worse things when drunk. Why do you think Jeff Hardy has so many hair colours? Anyway, get up. You'll be late for breakfast."
"I can't believe you aren't yelling at me for this," Willow shook her head, climbing out of bed.
"Why would I do that?" Trish grinned evilly. "I got the most of it on tape."
Willow paled.
"You didn't."
"I did," Trish affirmed, reaching over to pinch her sister's cheek.
"I so own you. For now and all of time. Won't that be fun?"
Willow moaned, diving back into her bed.
"I am so screwed."
TBC . . .