Title: Louisville Slugger

Author: See Jane Conform

Category: BtVS/WWE

Pairing: Willow/Matt Hardy - (eventually, it sure seems like I'm taking long enough! feel free to yell at me)

Disclaimer: I don't own nor have any affiliation with BtVS or the WWE. This is being written for the sole purpose of enjoyment and I am in no way making a profit from it.

Rating: As of yet it's still nothing over a PG-13

Spoilers: None really for the WWE as it's not taking too much part in it, for BtVS it's up to season 6. I watched the episodes all out of order so I'm not too sure how far into this takes place. Like, you know the episode with Buffy's birthday party? Anything up to there is fair game.

Story Summary: Willow house sits for a yummy male wrestler; chaos ensues.

Chapter Summary: More of the chaos.

Feedback: I write for myself, but I post for the feedback!

Notes: So yeah… taking me longer then I thought to get to the actual romance part of the fic! School started up again this week which explains why middle of the week updates will be few if any. I'll try to get off a chapter or two a weekend until I finish this baby! Oh, and guess who's going to see Edge at an autograph signing in a couple weeks? Me! Yup, no shows like ever come near me but at least there's that….

*******Previous parts can be found at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=945630 ***

Chapter Four: part I

"Willow, I need you to calm down and tell me what happened."

The line was silent for a moment as the party on the other end sucked in deep breaths of air.

"I heard something -it woke me up... I thought he was a burglar. I hit him in the head... with a bat... Faith, he's...he's not moving."

Now it was the other line that was silent as its user thought it through.

"Everything is going to be fine. I'll handle it. I'll handle everything, just don't touch him. I'll be over as fast as I can."

It took Willow a moment of listening to the dial tone sound in her ear before she thought to hang up the phone. She had to trust that Faith would know what to do.

How weird did that sound?

She tried not to panic, but every time she'd start to calm down she'd catch sight of the body lying in the middle of the living room and she'd lose it again. The small part of her that was still thinking rationally told her she probably shouldn't leave the body, but currently the part of her that was in control was freaking out. Repeating a rather ineffectual mantra of "Out of sight, out of mind," she escaped into the front foyer to wait for her friend. It was close to twenty minutes of frenzied pacing before help arrived.

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Part II

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"What am I going to do?"

"Nothing. You didn't do anything; you don't know anything. Ok?" she peered into watery green eyes, searching for confirmation that her words had been understood. "Where is the body?"

Willow used one hand to gesture to the room off to one side, but firmly kept her eyes glued straight ahead. The arm she was using to point was shaking; the other was tightly wrapped around her middle.

"Everything's going to be cool." Faith gave one last look at the pale redhead, unsure if she was doing the right thing by leaving Willow alone. Not happy with her choice, but convinced that she knew more about handling dead bodies then offering comfort, she walked past Willow and into the room with the body.

Faith emerged from the room immediately. "Is this some sort of sick joke? Because maybe prison warped my sense of humor, but I'm not finding this funny."

"What are you talking about?" Willow was only half listening, still in too much shock to do anything but try not to cry.

"There isn't any body in there."

*That* Willow heard crystal clear.

"What are you talking about?" She pushed past Faith to look into the room, "The bodies right-" She gestured to the empty place on the carpet where she had last seen her boss. "No," she shook her head, "no, he was lying right there."

"What's-"

"We have to get out of here, Faith. Now!" Motivated by fear, Willow's endorphins kicked in and she grabbed her friend's arm, trying to pull her out of the room. The brunette easily pulled her limb from the much weaker girl's grasp. "I'm serious Faith, we need to leave. Trust me, I saw "I Know What You Did Last Summer". This is bad. This is *very* very bad. We've got some crazy super-human -I mean, normal people don't get up after something like that- running around who's probably not too happy with me for bashing his skull in!"

"Willow, take a deep breath. We can handle this. Now tell me exactly what happened."

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Part III

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Matt's head hurt.

Bad.

In fact, it hurt so badly that he couldn't even think of a suitable adjective to describe the pain. It felt like someone had taken a steel chair to his head, which he might've considered a possibility if it wasn't for the lack of screams that let him know he wasn't at any arena.

The worst part of getting knocked unconscious was waking up. He had half the mind to just lay where he was, but the pain was getting steadily worse so he reluctantly opened his eyes and pulled himself to his feet. He tried to remember what exactly had put him in his current position or at least who, but the hurt was starting to cloud his mind. His body working on auto-pilot, he left the room he was in to search for some aspirin.

It was several twists and turns before he stumbled upon a kitchen. Giving up on any hope of finding aspirin, he filled up a small kitchen towel with ice and pressed it against the back of his head. As the coldness started to do its work in numbing the hurt, he tried to figure out what exactly happened. He had to have been attacked from behind, that much was obvious. What were less then obvious was how long he had been out, and whether or not his attacker was still in the house.

Feeling adventurous, he took the opposite door out of the kitchen instead of retracing his steps. Maybe he was just being stubborn, but he had spent enough nights away from home- no coward was going to chase him from his bed.

The only thing that would keep him from his bed was his own bad sense of direction.

The room off of the kitchen was a nice sized dining room, and after that was a formal living room. He was beginning to think that the house was far too big for just him. The formal living room had two openings other then the one he entered it from. One looked to head into a study/library; the other led him to the front opening of the house. He must have somehow circled through the outer rooms.

It wasn't until he stepped into the elegantly done front foyer that he first heard the voices. They were too low for him to make out the words, but it sounded distinctly female. His curiosity was too great to ignore and he followed the noise to the doorway of an adjacent room. Two attractive women stood facing each other. The redhead was facing him and he could see her gesturing with her hands. She seemed to be explaining something. The brunette was standing in front of her, with her back to him. Neither seemed to notice his presence. Not seeing either one as much of a threat, he took a couple steps into the room towards the two women and called out to get their attention. He never saw the fluid movement in which the darker haired girl spun around or the limb that connected with his face. In fact, the only thing he saw was darkness- for the second time that night.