House of Cards
Prologue
Author: Kamikazee
Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com
Rating:
Characters/Pairings: Willow/HBK, Xander/Chris Jericho, others to be decided
Warnings: Slash, if that's not your thing, don't read
Category: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/WWE
Spoilers: BtVS - Season 6, WWE - Set Around August 18, 2003 (the episode where Bishcoff kissed Linda McMahon)
Summary: House's of Cards always fall down when you least expect them too.
Archive: Twisting the Hellmouth, Personal Space, anyone else, please e-mail me the URL and I'd be happy to let you post it.
Author's Notes: I've had this idea for awhile. I've also been in a Xander phase. Big thanks to Grasshopper for being so supportive of my fist attempts at slashing him. Author's Notes 2: The lines at the very beginning are from the season 6 finale, Grave. I got them from the transcripts at www.buffyworld.com.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of the characters or storylines from either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the WWE. No copyright infringement is intended.
~
"Hey, black-eyed girl. Whatcha doin'"
"You've been my best friend my whole life. World gonna end. where else would I want to be?"
"I love you. I loved crayon-breaky Willow and I love. scary veiny Willow."
"So, if I'm going out, it's here. If you wanna kill the world? Well, then start with me. I've earned that."
With a thrash Willow woke up, drenched in a cold sweat. The young redhead jumped, eyes darting around her, trying to get some idea of where she was. It didn't take long to realise that she was in a car. The sky outside was dark, and the scenery outside the window rushed by in a blur of shadows. Turning towards the driver, she received a second shock.
"Xander?" her voice was unsteady, and raspy from lack of use and dryness. The young man behind the wheel didn't seem to notice however as he turned his head slightly in her direction, keeping an eye on the road.
"Hey, Wills," the voice was quiet, and it was easy to tell that there was strong emotion behind the simple statement. His brown eyes glowed concern, but Willow didn't focus in on that. No, the woman instead looked to the scrape that adorned his cheek, a scrape that she had given him.
Tears began to flow down Willow's face, and soon enough sobs began to break from her lips. Xander slowed the car onto the shoulder before stopping completely and turning to face his best friend. Without a word said he pulled the sobbing girl into his arms. She tried to push away from him, but he held her tight.
That was how they sat for a good hour. The tears flowed and Xander whispered soothing encouragements into Willow's ears as she sat, berating herself, demeaning herself. When exhaustion finally returned to the redhead, and she drifted off into an uneasy sleep, Xander moved her back onto her seat, and continued driving.
It was several hours later when Willow woke up again. This time, her disorientation was better, but the pained look in her eyes remained. The pair sat in silence for several minutes, quietly reflecting. Their thoughts were very similar in some ways, but vastly different in most of the important ways. It wasn't long before this was made apparent.
"You're taking me away to kill me, aren't you?" the question was voiced softly, almost imperceptibly. Xander heard her all the same. His head swivelled around to face his childhood friend at the same time as he stomped on the brake pedal, bringing the car to a skidding stop.
"Oh, Wills." his voice was sad and compassionate, his deep brown eyes surveying her with the protectiveness of a brother, despite past fluking. He didn't, however, get a chance to finish his statement.
"It's okay, you know," her voice quiet and sorrowful, "I deserve it, for everything I've done." Her head was hung, as though she only had to wait for, what she believed, was her just punishment.
Anger flashed into the brunette's eyes. He took his friends chin in hand and forced her to establish eyes contact. "I don't ever want you to say that again. You hear me. You do not deserve to die, Willow, and you never will. Yes, you did some bad things, but one mistake doesn't doom you for life. I never want to hear you talk like that again."
Xander quickly turned away, trying to control his anger at his best friend's willingness to accept death. As it was, he didn't notice the flash of life his tirade had sparked in Willow. The small progress was quickly hidden under the layers of sadness and despair, but for a split second, it had been there.
With a sigh, Xander brought his emotions under control. He slowly began to drive once again, concentrating on the road for several minutes before once again broaching conversation. "I'm taking you away. I don't know what they'd do if I took you to them, so I'm going to find us somewhere safe."
Socked green eyes turned to him, disbelief evident on the tired and guilt- ridden face. Willow looked at Xander as though he had grown a second head, but the man continued regardless.
"We can start a new life, Wills," his voice was quiet and serious, "Away from the Hellmouth, away from all the bad. It won't be to bad, I know someone who should give me a job."
"Xander." her voice was little more then a whisper, and there were tears once again in her eyes, "I can't. I can't let you do this for me."
Xander turned towards her, a small smile on his lips, "You're not letting me do this. You need to go away, and like I said, where else would I want to be."
The redhead reluctantly nodded before turning back to face the passenger window. Lowering into her seat, she slowly closed her eyes, hoping that this time, she might be able to get some real rest.
Confident that Willow was sated, for now, Xander returned his direction to the road. Or, more specifically, where the road would ultimately lead. If there was anywhere else he thought he could take Willow. There was no sense going over it again. This was what he decided. He many not be happy with his decision, but as long as it kept Willow safe.
~
"So, let me get this straight."
"You've heard it three times!" Xander angrily pushed up from his spot in front of the mahogany desk, pushing back a strand of way-ward dark brown hair. "You're obviously not going to give me the job, so I might as well just leave."
The young man was halfway to the door before he was interrupted by a deceptively casual voice calling him back. "Wait." The voice said, exuding confidence, "I suppose I might be able to find you a position. You know, out of the bottom of my heart."
Xander couldn't control the derisive snort that escaped his lips, and the other man sent him a glare. "We're going to need to get a few things straight though. I do this, and you listen to me. That's the way it's going to work."
Xander looked at the man in front of him, emotions he had buried years ago coming to the surface, "Why don't you listen to me, dad, the only reason I'm here is Willow. Don't think for one second."
"No, son, you listen to me," his voice took on a dangerous tone, "It doesn't matter the reason you're here, but you are. And now that you are, you're going to play by my rules."
Xander's eyes flashed with restrained fury before he turned and stalked towards the door. As he got through the frame, a mocking voice threw one final comment in his direction.
"You start work in two days, and I expect you to be there nice and early."
As the young man made his way back to his hotel with an irritating expression, the man in the office had the opposite reaction. There was a smirk on the face Eric Bischoff that did not bode well for whoever it was directed to.
Prologue
Author: Kamikazee
Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com
Rating:
Characters/Pairings: Willow/HBK, Xander/Chris Jericho, others to be decided
Warnings: Slash, if that's not your thing, don't read
Category: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/WWE
Spoilers: BtVS - Season 6, WWE - Set Around August 18, 2003 (the episode where Bishcoff kissed Linda McMahon)
Summary: House's of Cards always fall down when you least expect them too.
Archive: Twisting the Hellmouth, Personal Space, anyone else, please e-mail me the URL and I'd be happy to let you post it.
Author's Notes: I've had this idea for awhile. I've also been in a Xander phase. Big thanks to Grasshopper for being so supportive of my fist attempts at slashing him. Author's Notes 2: The lines at the very beginning are from the season 6 finale, Grave. I got them from the transcripts at www.buffyworld.com.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any of the characters or storylines from either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the WWE. No copyright infringement is intended.
~
"Hey, black-eyed girl. Whatcha doin'"
"You've been my best friend my whole life. World gonna end. where else would I want to be?"
"I love you. I loved crayon-breaky Willow and I love. scary veiny Willow."
"So, if I'm going out, it's here. If you wanna kill the world? Well, then start with me. I've earned that."
With a thrash Willow woke up, drenched in a cold sweat. The young redhead jumped, eyes darting around her, trying to get some idea of where she was. It didn't take long to realise that she was in a car. The sky outside was dark, and the scenery outside the window rushed by in a blur of shadows. Turning towards the driver, she received a second shock.
"Xander?" her voice was unsteady, and raspy from lack of use and dryness. The young man behind the wheel didn't seem to notice however as he turned his head slightly in her direction, keeping an eye on the road.
"Hey, Wills," the voice was quiet, and it was easy to tell that there was strong emotion behind the simple statement. His brown eyes glowed concern, but Willow didn't focus in on that. No, the woman instead looked to the scrape that adorned his cheek, a scrape that she had given him.
Tears began to flow down Willow's face, and soon enough sobs began to break from her lips. Xander slowed the car onto the shoulder before stopping completely and turning to face his best friend. Without a word said he pulled the sobbing girl into his arms. She tried to push away from him, but he held her tight.
That was how they sat for a good hour. The tears flowed and Xander whispered soothing encouragements into Willow's ears as she sat, berating herself, demeaning herself. When exhaustion finally returned to the redhead, and she drifted off into an uneasy sleep, Xander moved her back onto her seat, and continued driving.
It was several hours later when Willow woke up again. This time, her disorientation was better, but the pained look in her eyes remained. The pair sat in silence for several minutes, quietly reflecting. Their thoughts were very similar in some ways, but vastly different in most of the important ways. It wasn't long before this was made apparent.
"You're taking me away to kill me, aren't you?" the question was voiced softly, almost imperceptibly. Xander heard her all the same. His head swivelled around to face his childhood friend at the same time as he stomped on the brake pedal, bringing the car to a skidding stop.
"Oh, Wills." his voice was sad and compassionate, his deep brown eyes surveying her with the protectiveness of a brother, despite past fluking. He didn't, however, get a chance to finish his statement.
"It's okay, you know," her voice quiet and sorrowful, "I deserve it, for everything I've done." Her head was hung, as though she only had to wait for, what she believed, was her just punishment.
Anger flashed into the brunette's eyes. He took his friends chin in hand and forced her to establish eyes contact. "I don't ever want you to say that again. You hear me. You do not deserve to die, Willow, and you never will. Yes, you did some bad things, but one mistake doesn't doom you for life. I never want to hear you talk like that again."
Xander quickly turned away, trying to control his anger at his best friend's willingness to accept death. As it was, he didn't notice the flash of life his tirade had sparked in Willow. The small progress was quickly hidden under the layers of sadness and despair, but for a split second, it had been there.
With a sigh, Xander brought his emotions under control. He slowly began to drive once again, concentrating on the road for several minutes before once again broaching conversation. "I'm taking you away. I don't know what they'd do if I took you to them, so I'm going to find us somewhere safe."
Socked green eyes turned to him, disbelief evident on the tired and guilt- ridden face. Willow looked at Xander as though he had grown a second head, but the man continued regardless.
"We can start a new life, Wills," his voice was quiet and serious, "Away from the Hellmouth, away from all the bad. It won't be to bad, I know someone who should give me a job."
"Xander." her voice was little more then a whisper, and there were tears once again in her eyes, "I can't. I can't let you do this for me."
Xander turned towards her, a small smile on his lips, "You're not letting me do this. You need to go away, and like I said, where else would I want to be."
The redhead reluctantly nodded before turning back to face the passenger window. Lowering into her seat, she slowly closed her eyes, hoping that this time, she might be able to get some real rest.
Confident that Willow was sated, for now, Xander returned his direction to the road. Or, more specifically, where the road would ultimately lead. If there was anywhere else he thought he could take Willow. There was no sense going over it again. This was what he decided. He many not be happy with his decision, but as long as it kept Willow safe.
~
"So, let me get this straight."
"You've heard it three times!" Xander angrily pushed up from his spot in front of the mahogany desk, pushing back a strand of way-ward dark brown hair. "You're obviously not going to give me the job, so I might as well just leave."
The young man was halfway to the door before he was interrupted by a deceptively casual voice calling him back. "Wait." The voice said, exuding confidence, "I suppose I might be able to find you a position. You know, out of the bottom of my heart."
Xander couldn't control the derisive snort that escaped his lips, and the other man sent him a glare. "We're going to need to get a few things straight though. I do this, and you listen to me. That's the way it's going to work."
Xander looked at the man in front of him, emotions he had buried years ago coming to the surface, "Why don't you listen to me, dad, the only reason I'm here is Willow. Don't think for one second."
"No, son, you listen to me," his voice took on a dangerous tone, "It doesn't matter the reason you're here, but you are. And now that you are, you're going to play by my rules."
Xander's eyes flashed with restrained fury before he turned and stalked towards the door. As he got through the frame, a mocking voice threw one final comment in his direction.
"You start work in two days, and I expect you to be there nice and early."
As the young man made his way back to his hotel with an irritating expression, the man in the office had the opposite reaction. There was a smirk on the face Eric Bischoff that did not bode well for whoever it was directed to.
