they aren't mine. *sobs*
*looks around* where are all the people r and ring? did you all die?
Willow woke in the late morning to her phone jangling happily. She reached out and swatted at it groggily before getting her hand around the receiver. She lifted it to her ear and sighed.
"Hello?" She asked, still half asleep.
"Good morning." Came a slightly unfamiliar voice over the phone. "Its Jeff, I was wondering if you wanted to hit the gym with us, then maybe go shopping?"
"The gym?" Willow asked, looking for the clock. "Shopping?" She found the clock and it flashed 10:30.
"Mark said that you guys were staying in town for a few days, and I am too, so if your not busy with Mark, me and Edge thought you could come work out for a bit, then we could go shopping for your wrestling gear. Maybe have lunch and dinner out? If you wanted, Trish will come shipping and make it a foursome." Willow lay her head back on the pillow.
"Why do you sound so perky?" She asked almost irritated. "And who are Edge and Trish? Shopping I could definitely do, and the workout too. But I need to get up and dressed." She rolled over and blinked, she had…clothes on? Willow raised the covers and glared down at herself. She was still wearing the clothes she had wrestled in.
"Its ten thirty." Jeff said, sounded astounded. "I've been up for hours. Edge and Trish are wrestlers, Edge is on Smackdown, and Trish wrestles on Raw."
"Your used to this sort of thing. I don't actually remember going to bed last night." Willow admitted with a chuckle. "But how's this I meet you and who ever in the hotel lobby in 45 minutes? I need to eat too."
"Sure thing. So I'll see you in a bit." Jeff confirmed, then hung up the phone.
Willow stood with hot water sluicing over her face and ran her hands over her face. She blinked and her hands fell numbly to her sides. An image of Jeff flashed in the back of her mind. Willow realized why she didn't remember going to bed. She'd fallen asleep on the floor, and someone had carried her to the bed. Not just someone, but Jeff Hardy. She washed her hair as the events of last night came back to her mind. Waking as her wards disintegrated. Not just torn down but taken apart completely. Then seeing three faces, only one of which was recognizable. Of hitting blindly at one of the others. She blinked, of being gathered gently in Jeff's arms and tucked in to bed. She remembered him gently stroking her forehead until she slept again. Willow finished washing her hair and turned off the shower. As She dressed, she got angrier and angrier. You didn't mess with Willow Rosenberg's privacy. You didn't destroy her wards.
Willow slipped some shoes on her feet and headed for the lobby.
Willow arrived in the lobby fuming mad. She was early, but didn't care. She was supposed to have something to eat, but the anger coursing through her veins overrode any hunger she'd had. Jeff wasn't there yet and as she paced back an forth before the elevators, her anger rose from fuming to deadly mad. Looking around the lobby she realized that it would be a very bad idea to have a scene in the lobby. She took and deep breath and shoved her anger aside. There would be time for that later. The elevator dinged, and she paused her pacing. Jeff emerged from the elevator chatting happily with a blond haired man. She dimly recognized the blond haired man as one of the unfamiliar faces from the night before. Her anger surged upwards and she fought it back down.
"Jeff." She said sweetly, smiling at his blond companion. "I was wondering if we could start off with a run through central park?" She looked at her feet and smiled demurely. "If that's not to much for you boys on top of a work out?" Jeff and his companion rose to the occasion.
"Sure thing." The blond drawled. "We'll make sure to keep it slow so you don't get left behind…" He took her hand, and Willow squelched her anger once more. "I'm Edge. And your Willow." She shook his hand slowly.
"Wow… that must have taken you at least ½ of your brain cells to figure out." She shot. "What's that like 100 total?" Jeff laughed, startled by her attitude and Edge gave her a wry grin.
"Close to that." Jeff said. "pretty boy here has taken one to many chair shots to the head." He grinned at Edge and the pair laughed. "He dishes them out too." Willow smiled, and turned for the door, but was stopped by the very solid wall of chest that she walked into. She bounced back and was aware of Edge catching her arm to keep her from falling. She looked up to see a large pissed off dark haired male. He grabbed her chin roughly and tilted her face until he could see her eyes. Willow squirmed and slapped his hand away. Her anger at Edge and Jeff was completely forgotten at the rush of rage at this strangers audacity.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" She snapped, squaring her shoulders and tapping one foot. She recognized Jeff and Edge moving to stand behind her and shoved any other thoughts out of her mind. "What am I, public property now. You see, you like, you touch? I don't think so." She grabbed a handful of his curly black hair and tugged his face down to hers. "You like this?" She snarled, and he winced. "I didn't think so." She flung the hair back in his face and shoved, completely ineffectually, at his chest. He looked at her with thinly veiled amusement, then turned his gaze to Jeff.
"This Takers, new toy?" He asked casually. "Or is she yours?" His gaze slid equally between Edge and Jeff and Willow let out a small shriek or rage, and slammed her foot down on his.
"Try none of the above Matt." Jeff growled. "She's Takers cousin, and our friend."
"She also the WWE's newest diva." Edge put in, "So why don't you back off." Edge pulled Willow back and put her behind him and Jeff. "So take your 'mattitude' and fuck the hell off." Willow steamed silently from behind them, and held herself to shooting Matt death glares. Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she whirled around to meet the amused gaze of a pretty blond girl.
"I thought you might like to get away from all the testosterone." She offered, pulling Willow gently away from the three angry boys. "I'm Trish, I saw you last night. You have a lot of talent and some good moves. Where'd you learn?" Willow blinked and smiled back hesitantly.
"Some friends taught me, Buffy and Giles." She grinned, cause it was half way true. Buffy and Giles had both shown her some stuff, and the books had been Giles. "They're both really good."
"Giles?" Trish laughed, "Really? I hear that name and I think, stuffy British man who wears tweed. I actually think my high school librarian was a Giles." Willow cracked, and laughed until her sides ached. She was aware of Trish gazing at her quizzically but she really didn't care. When she finally calmed down, Willow had to wipe tears from her eyes.
"I'm sorry." She apologized, "But you'd be amazed at how right you are. Giles is British, no longer stuffy, but still tweed wearing and he was the librarian at my high school." Trish chuckled and then sighed.
"Those three are still sniping at each other, and Christian just came through the door. Its about to get really complicated, you feel like a cup of coffee?" Trish asked, waving at Jeff, Edge and Matt, who all had turned purple in the face and were alternating at shoving and swearing at each other.
"Coffe'd be good. I haven't even had breakfast yet." Willow confessed, heading for the restaurant. Trish joined her and they grabbed a table. Trish ordered coffee but Willow ordered a full breakfast for herself. "They're guys, and their pissed. I have Time for breakfast." Willow said with a grin.
"Have you guys even started your work out?" Trish asked, waving at a few people across the restaurant, when willow shook her head the blond frowned. "Jeff and Edge are usually at the gym all morning. Its almost 11:30 now."
"Well they might have been working out earlier, but I've only been up for an hour. I had quite a day yesterday." Willow said with a sigh.
"Yeah the kidnapping, the fight, and then the match." Trish said, fiddling with her napkin.
"Well that, and flying across the country too. And I had to negotiate my contract with Vince." She smiled, "but then again I guess it isn't all that bad." Trish raised a eyebrow at her and Willow laughed. "There's a long story behind it, and some night when I get really drunk, you might hear it."
"I like that sound of that." Trish laughed. "You got the mysterious past thing on the go." The waitress dropped off their coffee and Trish caught her arm. "can I get an order of waffles? Thanks." The waitress moved on and so did Trish's train of thought. "So we on for shopping after the work out?" She grinned and downed some coffee. "There's no where like New York for shopping."
"I'm not a big one for shopping." Willow said, then sighed. "But I could do with a re-outfitting. My clothes need updating. And I suppose what I have with me doesn't really do with the whole 'Red' thing."
"Red needs attitude, she needs a wardrobe." Trish added helpfully.
"Lots of attitude. Lots of clothes." Willow agreed, "Lots of leather. And high heels too." She grinned evilly at Trish. "I'm going to have fun with this."
and thats this part.
any suggestions? R and R people.