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Chapter Seven
Title: This Can’t Be Right
Author: Luna
E-mail: ambersgrrl@yahoo.com
Feedback: Yes please!
Genre: Buffy/WWE
Rating: NC-17 (Don’t know if it will actually be necessary but I *always* try to err on the side of caution)
Archive: Luna’s Night Moves, Tainted Fiction, WWE_ATS_BTVS, Full Moon Romper Room, anyone else please just ask, I’ll probably say yes.
Pairings: Willow/Batista
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the WB, and UPN own all rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and do not authorize this author. Like wise Vince McMahon owns the WWE. Nothing is being gained from this, except a need to pass the time.
Summary: A wild night in Vegas leads to some unforeseen consequences. Can they find their way or will they end up destroying one another in the process.
Spoilers: In my mind season seven never happened. The only thing that DID happen was that Willow went to England to gain control of her powers. As for the WWE I’m just going to be making up things as I go along because it’s been quite some time since I’ve had the chance to watch it.
Author’s Note: I’d like to take this time to remind everyone that the legal age of consent in the United States of America is indeed 18. However I needed a hook for this story and with some exceptions all the proceedings that you will hear about from here on out are fictitious. PLEASE IF THAT BOTHERS YOU STOP READING NOW!!!
Anything else: I’m using these characters as I see fit. I’d say that because of that it would qualify as AU, but I’m not going to be going against the nature(s) of those involved. At least I hope I’m not. Any comments are welcome as long as they’re constructive.
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Chapter Seven
He had to be out of his mind to do this, was the thought that kept playing over and over again as he waited for someone to pick up. He ran a hand through his dark hair making it stand up in strange tufts. At last a practiced sounding voice answered the line.
“Wolfram and Hart, this is Melissa. How may I direct your call?” She inquired.
“Uh, yeah,” He stammered before getting a grip on his wildly spinning emotions. “Yes, can you please patch me through to Angel? This is Alexander Harris calling in regards to Willow Rosenberg.” He knew that Angel wouldn’t take his call if he had just given his name. However, Angel was fond of Willow and that would catch his attention if nothing else did.
“Just one moment please.” Melissa informed him as the line switched over to light jazz music.
“At least this is better than muzak,” Xander thought dryly. He paced his apartment waiting for the vampire to answer the phone. Just as he was about to hang up and call again the line was picked up.
“Harris.” Angel said.
“Dead boy.” Xander shot back.
There was a sigh and the young man could almost picture the vampire running a hand through his hair. “You said this was about Willow.” Angel charged.
“It is, and believe me I wouldn’t be calling if we had any other choice.” Xander snapped.
“Same old Xander.” Angel commented wryly. The demon heard a snort from the other end of the line. It brought a small smile to his face. The animosity between the two men had only gotten worse after he’d come back from hell and his subsequent move to Los Angeles hadn’t improved things. The strange thing was he totally understood Xander’s anger with him. The young man was very much into black and white, with few shades of grey. In Xander’s mind vampires were bad and should be staked on sight, soul or not.
Shaking his head he tried to focus on their conversation. “Are you going to tell me exactly why you’re calling?” Angel asked.
“Willow’s in trouble,” the young man began.
“What kind of trouble? When did this happen?” The vampire barked his demon fighting to break free.
Xander let out a breath and sat down on his couch. His free hand cradled his head as he related the details to the man he hated most in the world. Angel listened with surprising calm as the young man relayed all the pertinent facts. He asked the Xander to send a fax of the order he and Buffy had received. Angel waited while the other man got a pen and some paper to copy down the number.
Angel hung up the phone and pressed the intercom for his secretary. He informed the young woman that he would be receiving a fax soon and copies needed to be made of it. He leaned back in his chair for a moment wondering how in the world beautiful, smart, little Willow had gotten into such a mess.
Reaching for the phone again he called the others and told them to meet him in his office. Though they all wanted to know what was going on they were well acquainted with the fact that Angel would only tell them when he was damn good and ready. They gathered their things and headed for the meeting.
The receptionist knocked hesitantly on his door opening it only after Angel had beckoned her inside. She handed him the papers he had requested before asking if there was anything else. With a shake of his dark head he dismissed the timid woman.
The vampire scanned the order in front of him his anger growing with every word that he read. With a growl he shoved away from his desk and began pacing the room. He couldn’t believe the unmitigated gall of the Rosenbergs. They had virtually let Willow to raise herself, on a hell mouth no less, and the first time she showed any signs of being the least bit wayward they slapped her down.
Angel realized that he wasn’t doing Willow, or any of the Sunnydale gang, any good acting this way. It took a concerted effort for him to get a handle on his raging emotions. Willow was one of the few people that everyone went out of their way for and it was no wonder really. She would give everything she had and then some to help a friend in need.
There was a brief knock on the door before it opened revealing Charles Gunn, Fred Burkle, Wesley Wyndam-Price, and Lorne. The looks on their faces said it all. They wanted to know what was so important that they had to come immediately.
The five of them took a seat around the small conference table in Angel’s office. He passed everyone a copy of the order that everyone had received letting them read it over before beginning.
“You can see the problem can’t you?” Angel asked the group. “With Willow out of the picture in Sunnydale and her friends’ minds on her they aren’t going to be in any shape to deal with a major event, should one occur. We need to find out how, or even if, we can break that order.”
Gunn nodded his head in understanding as he gathered up the paperwork. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to started on this right away.” He stated as he stood. Angel waved him off. Charles walked down to his own office his legal mind trying to find the loophole in this order. “There just had to be one,” he kept thinking as he opened the door.
At the end of the day a weary and defeated Gunn walked back into Angel’s office. The look on the dark skinned man’s face told him what he’d suspected all along.
“I’ve got good news and bad. Which do you want first?” Charles asked on a sigh.
“The bad.” Angel replied.
“The order is binding. I’ve been over that thing with a fine tooth comb. There isn’t any way to break it.” He said throwing the paperwork at Angel’s desk and running his hands over his bald head.
“The good news?” The vampire inquired.
A sardonic grin twisted Gunn’s lips. “While none of her friends are able to support her financially, there is one exception even the courts can’t intrude upon.”
“Marriage.” Angel muttered.
“Got it one.” Charles responded.
“How the hell did this happen? It couldn’t have been something that they just thought up. This would have taken some time to put together. So when did they initially get the order?” The demon questioned rubbing his face.
“More good news.” Gunn said sarcastically. “The facts that I was able to find are contradictory and fuzzy at best.”
“What do you mean?” Angel asked his head snapping up.
“Well according the records I found it states that the order was first served to Willow at the Summers residence in the summer of 1999.” Charles held up a hand when the vampire would have interrupted. “But according to what we know she didn’t move in until sometime in 2001. It gets even weirder from there.”
“How so?”
“There’s no record anywhere that Willow ever actually signed for it. The court records show that she did at some point but the print is illegible. Angel, man, I gotta say this has got a whole ‘nother vibe to it, almost like Willow was singled out. I don’t know man, I think that girl is in more trouble than what we know about.” Gunn stated shaking his head.
“I don’t like it. Why Willow?” He asked staring blankly at the scene before him.
“You mean aside from the fact that she is the most powerful witch in the western hemisphere?” Gunn inquired wryly.
Angel stood going to the windows and stared out at the twinkling lights below. “Anything else?” He questioned tiredly.
“Yeah, but I don’t know if it falls under good news or bad.” Charles held his hand up in front of him. “Okay, okay. If she stays married for one year’s time she’s a free woman.”
“How does that help?” Angel asked hope rising in him.
“It doesn’t. Not really at any rate, because the fine print says they have to share living space.” The dark skinned man informed his boss. “Someone went to an awful lot of trouble to make sure that she was going to be around him for a long period of time.”
Turning from the window Angel looked at Gunn. “Do you think if given more time you could find a way to break this thing?”
Charles leaned back in the chair carefully considering the vampire’s words. “To be honest, I don’t know. Give me a couple days and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thanks Gunn.” Angel said sincerely.
“Don’t thank me yet and think about what I’ve told you. Someone wants this girl really bad, and we have no idea why.” Gunn stated going for the door and a good night’s sleep.
As the door closed behind the young man the demon said, “I am Gunn. I am.” He folded his arms over his stomach and tried to figure out who or what was really behind the latest attack.
Gunn’s words came back to him as he stood there. “The most powerful witch…” he murmured an idea coming to him. The vampire walked over to his desk and began making calls. Hopefully he’d find out why someone wanted Willow so badly. He couldn’t let her down.
Author: Luna
E-mail: ambersgrrl@yahoo.com
Feedback: Yes please!
Genre: Buffy/WWE
Rating: NC-17 (Don’t know if it will actually be necessary but I *always* try to err on the side of caution)
Archive: Luna’s Night Moves, Tainted Fiction, WWE_ATS_BTVS, Full Moon Romper Room, anyone else please just ask, I’ll probably say yes.
Pairings: Willow/Batista
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the WB, and UPN own all rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and do not authorize this author. Like wise Vince McMahon owns the WWE. Nothing is being gained from this, except a need to pass the time.
Summary: A wild night in Vegas leads to some unforeseen consequences. Can they find their way or will they end up destroying one another in the process.
Spoilers: In my mind season seven never happened. The only thing that DID happen was that Willow went to England to gain control of her powers. As for the WWE I’m just going to be making up things as I go along because it’s been quite some time since I’ve had the chance to watch it.
Author’s Note: I’d like to take this time to remind everyone that the legal age of consent in the United States of America is indeed 18. However I needed a hook for this story and with some exceptions all the proceedings that you will hear about from here on out are fictitious. PLEASE IF THAT BOTHERS YOU STOP READING NOW!!!
Anything else: I’m using these characters as I see fit. I’d say that because of that it would qualify as AU, but I’m not going to be going against the nature(s) of those involved. At least I hope I’m not. Any comments are welcome as long as they’re constructive.
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Chapter Seven
He had to be out of his mind to do this, was the thought that kept playing over and over again as he waited for someone to pick up. He ran a hand through his dark hair making it stand up in strange tufts. At last a practiced sounding voice answered the line.
“Wolfram and Hart, this is Melissa. How may I direct your call?” She inquired.
“Uh, yeah,” He stammered before getting a grip on his wildly spinning emotions. “Yes, can you please patch me through to Angel? This is Alexander Harris calling in regards to Willow Rosenberg.” He knew that Angel wouldn’t take his call if he had just given his name. However, Angel was fond of Willow and that would catch his attention if nothing else did.
“Just one moment please.” Melissa informed him as the line switched over to light jazz music.
“At least this is better than muzak,” Xander thought dryly. He paced his apartment waiting for the vampire to answer the phone. Just as he was about to hang up and call again the line was picked up.
“Harris.” Angel said.
“Dead boy.” Xander shot back.
There was a sigh and the young man could almost picture the vampire running a hand through his hair. “You said this was about Willow.” Angel charged.
“It is, and believe me I wouldn’t be calling if we had any other choice.” Xander snapped.
“Same old Xander.” Angel commented wryly. The demon heard a snort from the other end of the line. It brought a small smile to his face. The animosity between the two men had only gotten worse after he’d come back from hell and his subsequent move to Los Angeles hadn’t improved things. The strange thing was he totally understood Xander’s anger with him. The young man was very much into black and white, with few shades of grey. In Xander’s mind vampires were bad and should be staked on sight, soul or not.
Shaking his head he tried to focus on their conversation. “Are you going to tell me exactly why you’re calling?” Angel asked.
“Willow’s in trouble,” the young man began.
“What kind of trouble? When did this happen?” The vampire barked his demon fighting to break free.
Xander let out a breath and sat down on his couch. His free hand cradled his head as he related the details to the man he hated most in the world. Angel listened with surprising calm as the young man relayed all the pertinent facts. He asked the Xander to send a fax of the order he and Buffy had received. Angel waited while the other man got a pen and some paper to copy down the number.
Angel hung up the phone and pressed the intercom for his secretary. He informed the young woman that he would be receiving a fax soon and copies needed to be made of it. He leaned back in his chair for a moment wondering how in the world beautiful, smart, little Willow had gotten into such a mess.
Reaching for the phone again he called the others and told them to meet him in his office. Though they all wanted to know what was going on they were well acquainted with the fact that Angel would only tell them when he was damn good and ready. They gathered their things and headed for the meeting.
The receptionist knocked hesitantly on his door opening it only after Angel had beckoned her inside. She handed him the papers he had requested before asking if there was anything else. With a shake of his dark head he dismissed the timid woman.
The vampire scanned the order in front of him his anger growing with every word that he read. With a growl he shoved away from his desk and began pacing the room. He couldn’t believe the unmitigated gall of the Rosenbergs. They had virtually let Willow to raise herself, on a hell mouth no less, and the first time she showed any signs of being the least bit wayward they slapped her down.
Angel realized that he wasn’t doing Willow, or any of the Sunnydale gang, any good acting this way. It took a concerted effort for him to get a handle on his raging emotions. Willow was one of the few people that everyone went out of their way for and it was no wonder really. She would give everything she had and then some to help a friend in need.
There was a brief knock on the door before it opened revealing Charles Gunn, Fred Burkle, Wesley Wyndam-Price, and Lorne. The looks on their faces said it all. They wanted to know what was so important that they had to come immediately.
The five of them took a seat around the small conference table in Angel’s office. He passed everyone a copy of the order that everyone had received letting them read it over before beginning.
“You can see the problem can’t you?” Angel asked the group. “With Willow out of the picture in Sunnydale and her friends’ minds on her they aren’t going to be in any shape to deal with a major event, should one occur. We need to find out how, or even if, we can break that order.”
Gunn nodded his head in understanding as he gathered up the paperwork. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to started on this right away.” He stated as he stood. Angel waved him off. Charles walked down to his own office his legal mind trying to find the loophole in this order. “There just had to be one,” he kept thinking as he opened the door.
At the end of the day a weary and defeated Gunn walked back into Angel’s office. The look on the dark skinned man’s face told him what he’d suspected all along.
“I’ve got good news and bad. Which do you want first?” Charles asked on a sigh.
“The bad.” Angel replied.
“The order is binding. I’ve been over that thing with a fine tooth comb. There isn’t any way to break it.” He said throwing the paperwork at Angel’s desk and running his hands over his bald head.
“The good news?” The vampire inquired.
A sardonic grin twisted Gunn’s lips. “While none of her friends are able to support her financially, there is one exception even the courts can’t intrude upon.”
“Marriage.” Angel muttered.
“Got it one.” Charles responded.
“How the hell did this happen? It couldn’t have been something that they just thought up. This would have taken some time to put together. So when did they initially get the order?” The demon questioned rubbing his face.
“More good news.” Gunn said sarcastically. “The facts that I was able to find are contradictory and fuzzy at best.”
“What do you mean?” Angel asked his head snapping up.
“Well according the records I found it states that the order was first served to Willow at the Summers residence in the summer of 1999.” Charles held up a hand when the vampire would have interrupted. “But according to what we know she didn’t move in until sometime in 2001. It gets even weirder from there.”
“How so?”
“There’s no record anywhere that Willow ever actually signed for it. The court records show that she did at some point but the print is illegible. Angel, man, I gotta say this has got a whole ‘nother vibe to it, almost like Willow was singled out. I don’t know man, I think that girl is in more trouble than what we know about.” Gunn stated shaking his head.
“I don’t like it. Why Willow?” He asked staring blankly at the scene before him.
“You mean aside from the fact that she is the most powerful witch in the western hemisphere?” Gunn inquired wryly.
Angel stood going to the windows and stared out at the twinkling lights below. “Anything else?” He questioned tiredly.
“Yeah, but I don’t know if it falls under good news or bad.” Charles held his hand up in front of him. “Okay, okay. If she stays married for one year’s time she’s a free woman.”
“How does that help?” Angel asked hope rising in him.
“It doesn’t. Not really at any rate, because the fine print says they have to share living space.” The dark skinned man informed his boss. “Someone went to an awful lot of trouble to make sure that she was going to be around him for a long period of time.”
Turning from the window Angel looked at Gunn. “Do you think if given more time you could find a way to break this thing?”
Charles leaned back in the chair carefully considering the vampire’s words. “To be honest, I don’t know. Give me a couple days and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thanks Gunn.” Angel said sincerely.
“Don’t thank me yet and think about what I’ve told you. Someone wants this girl really bad, and we have no idea why.” Gunn stated going for the door and a good night’s sleep.
As the door closed behind the young man the demon said, “I am Gunn. I am.” He folded his arms over his stomach and tried to figure out who or what was really behind the latest attack.
Gunn’s words came back to him as he stood there. “The most powerful witch…” he murmured an idea coming to him. The vampire walked over to his desk and began making calls. Hopefully he’d find out why someone wanted Willow so badly. He couldn’t let her down.