Title: Pretences
Author: Chimera
Disclaimer: Matt and Jeff Hardy don't belong to me, all hail Vince McMahon, Buffy and Willow don't belong to me, all hail Joss Whedon.
Summary: Matt and Jeff have that talk, Buffy meets…someone, and Willow ponders.
"…No, there are no vampires around…no demons either…no Giles, I have not found a mutated wrestler living in the arenas. Look, I wanted to ask if you could-…no, maybe later okay?…by later I mean if there's actually a problem…Jesus Giles, shut up! I need you to ask my mother if she could…no, not if she could send us a plane ticket home, I want her to just add another hundred or so dollars to my account…yes, we are traveling for free with Mark, but…look, Willow wants to spend a couple more days here than planned, 'cause we're heading through where some more of her family live…thank you, Giles."
Buffy rolled her eyes as she hung up the phone. "Thank you, Mr. Stuffy English Bloke."
Willow came out from the bathroom, drying her hair over one shoulder as she precariously balanced a towel wrapped around her. "Giles," she stated.
"Yep."
"Any news from back home?" she questioned, letting her hair-towel drop and running a hand through her wet red hair.
Buffy shrugged, watching her friend attempt to find matching clothes in her bag. "Um…Faith ran into the Percy West guy again, apparently."
Willow glanced over in disbelief. "I though he said he was running as fast as he could to Australia or whatever away from all us crazy people."
Before she could answer there was a knock on the door, and Willow flicked her head towards it before walking back into the bathroom. "You get that?"
Buffy, with a sigh, got off her bed and opened the door. Meeting light blue eyes, she raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"
"Are you…Willow?" the guy questioned.
"No, Willow'll be out in a second. Who are you?" she demanded, studying his face for any sign she might have met him before. Geez, this place had a lot of cute guys…long blond hair, blue eyes, smile to die for, cutest little goatee…she had to fight the urge to fan herself when she realized the guy wasn't wearing a shirt, displaying yummyness of the…off track now.
"Then you must be Buffy."
"Yeah…"
He stuck his hand out, and she took it, a curious and suspicious look on her face. The guy seemingly didn't notice. "Mark sent me up here to tell you that we're leaving soon."
"Uh huh…still, who are you?" Buffy questioned again.
The blond grinned apologetically. "Sorry, I get distracted a lot. The name's Christian."
"Yeah, man?" Jeff questioned, tipping a bag of popcorn into his hand and munching, watching the elder man pace.
Matt sighed heavily, dropping onto his bed and motioning Jeff to do the same. "I'm guessing this is a bad thing…" Jeff continued slowly.
"Kind of."
"Kind of as in kind of, or kind of as in I-don't-know-what-the-hell-we're-up-against?"
"The second one."
Jeff raised an eyebrow. "This doesn't involve killing witch hunters again, does it?"
Matt shook his head, then stopped. "Maybe."
Jeff snorted. "You know, the second you told me we needed to chat, I thought 'great. More death'. Hoping here that it doesn't include ours." He punctuated the sentence at various points with a wave of a popcorn kernel before dropping it in his mouth.
"Me too." Matt looked serious for a moment before falling back on the bed.
Jeff sighed. "I'm getting the 'big brother knows more than he's telling' vibe right now. It's actually kind of comforting, 'cause it's so _freakin'_ FAMILIAR!"
A muffled groan came from the bed. "Uh huh. Who was the one who conveniently _forgot_ to tell me that those guys in our camp were actual wolves?"
Green eyes were rolled. "Geez Matt, let go of the past already. That was ten years ago, give me a break."
"I swear man, my life flashed before my eyes. I was thinking I would die without even realizing your real level of childishness."
Jeff gave his brother the worldwide one finger salute. "Really dude, what's the serious for?"
Matt sighed, throwing his hands over his face so his voice came out slightly stifled. "You wouldn't happen to have bumped into two new women yesterday, would you?"
"The redhead and the brunette? Yeah. What's this got to do with them?"
"You didn't notice anything strange about them?"
Jeff started picking at his chipped nail polish. "Besides the fact that the redhead's a witch?"
Matt raised an eyebrow. "Didn't notice that, but…the brunette's a Slayer."
That probably wasn't the best timing, Matt mused. Jeff had just thrown a piece of popcorn up in the air and it had come down into Jeff's mouth, it then getting caught in Jeff's throat, as he started coughing and spluttering. "What's this?" he managed between deep breaths. "As in one per generation to fight all evil crap?"
"Yep."
Jeff fell back on the bed. He was quiet for so long Matt got concerned. Standing and walking over to where his younger brother lay, he sat down next to him. He looked so innocent, so young, lying there with strands of natural blond hair floating over his face. Matt smiled slightly, twirling a lock of Jeff's hair around a finger. "Grrr," Jeff pretend-growled, blinking his eyes.
Matt regained the serious look. "Another thing. They're with Mark."
Jeff fell silent, closing his eyes. "Did she realize what you were?"
A small smirk appeared on Matt's face. "Not then…I dream-shared last night, with Buffy…that's her name. I was being chased by Mark, and then she was there, and we had a whole conversation…"
Pulling his head back slightly, Jeff regarded his sibling. "Involving?"
Matt heaved a sigh. "She knows I know she's the Slayer."
"Bravo."
"Thank you, thank you."
They were silent, until Jeff broke the quiet. "You don't think she will find out…about me and Kara?" he questioned.
Matt shrugged softly, seeing the genuine pain in Jeff's eyes. "I don't know, man."
Kara was a name that hadn't been mentioned around the brothers Hardy for quite a while…thirteen years, actually.
Must have been another Slayer before the Buffy was called, though.
Kara had died ten years ago…and Buffy didn't look like she had been slaying for that long.
Willow watched the scenery pass by. She was lost, the quiet time sending her thoughts inward as she analyzed everything about this trip so far. Mark…same as usual. The arena was nice, soda and candy machines just outside their locker room which was a plus. The hotel room was a little small as predicted, but it had all necessary things as well as a video channel, where Buffy and she…or was it she and Buffy?…had stayed up late ordering old WWE events. Most were from 1999 backwards, and it was fun to see Mark's old character emerge as well as his brother's.
Then again…the mystery man…geez, he had hit something inside her…that spider sense that tingled, kept tingling, was still tingling. The black haired one…and that blond…both felt so…connected, to both her and each other.
They felt so familiar, like an old pair of jeans that ended about five inches after the end of your feet and were too loose in the butt and too tight around the hips but you love them anyway and this wasn't going to be going anywhere G rated, was it?
Green and brown, the eyes, matching her and Buffy's…except for the kinda part where the brunette's were filled with amusement or whatever and the blond's was a little more relaxed than she usually was…
And they knew so much…
This was starting too get annoying.
She had too many thoughts.
Matt yawned. Jeff glanced at him, and yawned as well. Matt smiled a little, and jumped up on to the bed. He lay down, head on the pillow, and let out a contented sigh.
His stomach was suddenly pressed on as Jeff joined him on the bed, curling up by his side. Jeff scratched his nose, licked his paw and fell asleep…typical.
Matt moved his head, plopping it on Jeff's back. He sighed again, and proceeded to sleep.
Ahh…interesting choice of words in the last few paragraphs, were they not? Tankies to all who have reviewed!
Uh…if the eventual pairings seem a little confusing, here's a tip: I'm planning to get a Willow romance in here somewhere, but I'm not sure about Buffy, Should I or shouldn't I and if so, who with?
