Telephone
Caller I.D.
Author: Kamikazee
Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Series/Sequel: Part 2 of the 'Telephone' series
Warnings: Not really, only about Chris's potty mouth
Category: BtVS/WWE
Pairing #: 161 (Chris Jericho/Willow)
Spoilers: None
Summary: In which, Jericho's phone stalker tendencies make Willow invest in Caller I.D. Jericho resorts to drastic measures.
Archive: Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth, Personal Space, Quickie Challenge. If you want to post it, just e-mail me.
Author's Notes: An idea that hit me as I was lying in bed, at 3 a.m. in the morning. That's me, inspiration's bitch.
Author's Note 2: Sequel to a quickie fic.
Author's Note 3: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm going to turn this into a mini-series, probably about 6 parts long.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own either the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the WWE. This is simply a piece of non-profit fiction.
~
*RING*
Silence.
*RING*
"Uhhh." came the unsure voice of the brown haired man, "Willow, your cell's ringing."
"I know." Came her even reply.
"Are you going to answer it?" Xander's question was hesitant as he looked cautiously at his red headed friend.
"Nope." The reply was short as Willow continued to type on her laptop, concentrating not on what she was doing, but on ignoring the shrill ringing that filled the back room of the Magic Box.
"Oh," came Xander's simple answer. Silence reigned for several seconds before the man could work up the courage to ask his question. "Why not?"
"Because I already know who it is, and I don't want to talk to him." It was the longest sentence he had managed to coax from her since she had entered the shop.
"Well, who is it?" Xander's curiosity and concern for his usually bubbly friend was pushing him to find out what exactly was going on.
With a sigh, Willow prepared to tell her tale, "He called me on a wrong number last week," thus the beginning was told, "His name is Chris, and now he won't stop calling me. At all. He just keeps calling, and calling, and calling.l"
Xander tried to hold his laughter in as Willow sent a glare his way. "Well, Wills, looks like you've got a problem. More specifically, a phone stalker."
Willow's mouth turned up in distaste. "Can that actually happen? Don't you laugh, Xander Harris, this is not funny."
"Well, is he saying anything mean, disgusting, evil?" Xander's question was answered with a sullen shake of a red head. "Then, yes, it is funny."
"No, it isn't!" the redhead pouted at her close friend, "What am I supposed to do? I can't answer my cellphone anymore without risking talking to him!"
"Well, there's no law saying you can't talk to him." Xander's statement was cut off with a hit on the head by Willow, "Ow! I suppose, you could get caller i.d. Then you would know who was calling."
"Great idea, Xan!" she cried happily as she was given an ultimatum. "I'll get right on that."
Willow preceded that by quickly leaving the store, heading home. A smile was on the red head's face, she truly believed that it was all over.
~
"She's not answering," Chris Jericho was frowning at his cellphone. The man was sitting on his locker room bench, already changed into his ring wear. Christian looked up from the spot on the floor where he had been lounging, polishing his championship belt.
"Just give it up, Chris, man," came the cocky voice of the blonde Canadian, "What's so important about this chick anyway."
"She's just interesting, you know," was the reply from the self-proclaimed king of the world, "I don't have to act around her. It's kind of nice."
"Yeah, man, or at least it would be, if she would talk to you," Christian shot at him, "Your like stalking her man, and you don't even know her name."
"You know, that's probably why she won't answer," came Jericho's contemplative reply, "So, all I need to do is convince her I mean no harm."
"How are you going to do that exactly, num-nuts?" Christian was not being very supportive to his friend. Then again, Christian wasn't very supportive to anyone.
"Hmmm. I need to get someone else to call her," the plan was forming in his head as he spoke, "To convince her that I'm a good guy. But, who?" Chris' face took on a puzzled frown. It wasn't long, however, until a smirk lifted his lips. He turned his gaze toward Christian.
"No. No, no, no." came the blond man's reply, "You can not be serious. Chris, man. I do not want to get involved with one of your twisted relationships. Last time, Lita nearly castrated me. No way. No, fucking, way."
"Oh, come on, Christian, stop being a baby," Jericho's cocky voice tried to provoke the younger man, "What, are you afraid of a woman. She's even just on the telephone."
"Oh, man. I am such a pushover. I can't believe I'm doing this," Christian was muttering to himself as he grabbed the phone number Jericho had scribbled onto a piece of paper. "You better be fucking grateful, Chris."
The intercontinental champion walked out of the locker room. The blonde man was muttering to himself about finding a new best friend and how it was always him, always.
"Good." Chris Jericho was not the least bit frazzled about his friend's attitude. He went about his business, confident that Christian would convince his mystery girl to talk to him.
~
"Wow, aren't you happy girl today?" Buffy's voice rung out across the espresso pump, "What brought on this drastic change of mood?"
Willow smiled widely at her blonde friend; "I've got two words for you, Buffy, Caller and I.D." Willow happily plopped down at a table, cappuccino in hand.
"So, I guess this means your phone stalkage days are over? And things were just getting interesting." Buffy's tone was sarcastic as the two friends conversed over sugar-loaded beverages.
"Yep, I know the number of his phone, so I know not to answer when it's him," Willow's good mood was infectious, and Buffy soon found herself smiling with her redheaded friend.
"Well, can't say I'll miss him." Buffy was interrupted by a familiar shrilling tone.
*RING*
"Ohh. let's test out the new system." Buffy was laughing, "Is it him?" Willow reached into her purse to grab her cellphone, quickly checking the screen.
"Nope," Willow laughed back, "I don't know the number, but it's not his." She then turned away from the Slayer, and took the call.
"Hello."
"Hey." The reply was simple, and kind of hesitant.
"Ummm. who is this?" Willow's reply took it's own hesitant tone to match his.
"Yea, this is Christian. Okay, might as well get this over with, are you Chris' mystery phone stalkee?"
"Okay, how did you get this number?" Willow's voice was getting aggravated now, with an undertone of panic.
"Calm down, Chris gave it to me," was the arrogant reply of the man who had introduced himself as Christian, "He wanted me to tell you something."
"What exactly did he want you to tell me?" Willow's reply was cautious, as she was flashing back to the 'Malcolm' incident.
"He's not stalking you," was the quick reply, "He's just interested in you, god knows why. Chris is weird, but not dangerous."
"Why should I believe you?" Willow's voice was still alert as she frowned at her phone, "How do I know he's not some creepy old man, or worse?" The or worse was the more likely of the two, as it was Sunnydale.
"You should believe me because, if you don't, I'm going to have to deal with Chris in a whiny mood," his counter was somewhat annoyed, "And he's not a creepy old man, he's actually 32, if you wanted to know."
"What's that got to do with anything?" Willow's reply was snark-ish, but she was slowly losing her conviction, "He was still annoying the hell out of me with all the calls."
"Just give him a chance, okay?" Christian's reply took a pleading tone, not wanting to go back to his friend with bad news, "He's really not a bad guy."
Willow sighed and accepted the fact that she really had a problem saying no before she spoke. "Fine, as long as he cuts back a little on the calls. I guess I could talk to him."
"Good, that's all he wants," came Christian's relieved reply, "Oh, one more thing, what's your name?"
"Willow," came the red head's reply, "My name is Willow."
Across the table Buffy Summers was laughing quietly as her friend quickly finished her phone call and returned to her drink. Willow was not happy as she saw the expression on her friends face.
"What?" was her sharp question.
"I think you don't completely not hate this guy, Wills," Buffy replied, "there could be possibilities."
Willow sent a look of horror towards Buffy as the blonde calmly smiled.
Caller I.D.
Author: Kamikazee
Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Series/Sequel: Part 2 of the 'Telephone' series
Warnings: Not really, only about Chris's potty mouth
Category: BtVS/WWE
Pairing #: 161 (Chris Jericho/Willow)
Spoilers: None
Summary: In which, Jericho's phone stalker tendencies make Willow invest in Caller I.D. Jericho resorts to drastic measures.
Archive: Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth, Personal Space, Quickie Challenge. If you want to post it, just e-mail me.
Author's Notes: An idea that hit me as I was lying in bed, at 3 a.m. in the morning. That's me, inspiration's bitch.
Author's Note 2: Sequel to a quickie fic.
Author's Note 3: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm going to turn this into a mini-series, probably about 6 parts long.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own either the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the WWE. This is simply a piece of non-profit fiction.
~
*RING*
Silence.
*RING*
"Uhhh." came the unsure voice of the brown haired man, "Willow, your cell's ringing."
"I know." Came her even reply.
"Are you going to answer it?" Xander's question was hesitant as he looked cautiously at his red headed friend.
"Nope." The reply was short as Willow continued to type on her laptop, concentrating not on what she was doing, but on ignoring the shrill ringing that filled the back room of the Magic Box.
"Oh," came Xander's simple answer. Silence reigned for several seconds before the man could work up the courage to ask his question. "Why not?"
"Because I already know who it is, and I don't want to talk to him." It was the longest sentence he had managed to coax from her since she had entered the shop.
"Well, who is it?" Xander's curiosity and concern for his usually bubbly friend was pushing him to find out what exactly was going on.
With a sigh, Willow prepared to tell her tale, "He called me on a wrong number last week," thus the beginning was told, "His name is Chris, and now he won't stop calling me. At all. He just keeps calling, and calling, and calling.l"
Xander tried to hold his laughter in as Willow sent a glare his way. "Well, Wills, looks like you've got a problem. More specifically, a phone stalker."
Willow's mouth turned up in distaste. "Can that actually happen? Don't you laugh, Xander Harris, this is not funny."
"Well, is he saying anything mean, disgusting, evil?" Xander's question was answered with a sullen shake of a red head. "Then, yes, it is funny."
"No, it isn't!" the redhead pouted at her close friend, "What am I supposed to do? I can't answer my cellphone anymore without risking talking to him!"
"Well, there's no law saying you can't talk to him." Xander's statement was cut off with a hit on the head by Willow, "Ow! I suppose, you could get caller i.d. Then you would know who was calling."
"Great idea, Xan!" she cried happily as she was given an ultimatum. "I'll get right on that."
Willow preceded that by quickly leaving the store, heading home. A smile was on the red head's face, she truly believed that it was all over.
~
"She's not answering," Chris Jericho was frowning at his cellphone. The man was sitting on his locker room bench, already changed into his ring wear. Christian looked up from the spot on the floor where he had been lounging, polishing his championship belt.
"Just give it up, Chris, man," came the cocky voice of the blonde Canadian, "What's so important about this chick anyway."
"She's just interesting, you know," was the reply from the self-proclaimed king of the world, "I don't have to act around her. It's kind of nice."
"Yeah, man, or at least it would be, if she would talk to you," Christian shot at him, "Your like stalking her man, and you don't even know her name."
"You know, that's probably why she won't answer," came Jericho's contemplative reply, "So, all I need to do is convince her I mean no harm."
"How are you going to do that exactly, num-nuts?" Christian was not being very supportive to his friend. Then again, Christian wasn't very supportive to anyone.
"Hmmm. I need to get someone else to call her," the plan was forming in his head as he spoke, "To convince her that I'm a good guy. But, who?" Chris' face took on a puzzled frown. It wasn't long, however, until a smirk lifted his lips. He turned his gaze toward Christian.
"No. No, no, no." came the blond man's reply, "You can not be serious. Chris, man. I do not want to get involved with one of your twisted relationships. Last time, Lita nearly castrated me. No way. No, fucking, way."
"Oh, come on, Christian, stop being a baby," Jericho's cocky voice tried to provoke the younger man, "What, are you afraid of a woman. She's even just on the telephone."
"Oh, man. I am such a pushover. I can't believe I'm doing this," Christian was muttering to himself as he grabbed the phone number Jericho had scribbled onto a piece of paper. "You better be fucking grateful, Chris."
The intercontinental champion walked out of the locker room. The blonde man was muttering to himself about finding a new best friend and how it was always him, always.
"Good." Chris Jericho was not the least bit frazzled about his friend's attitude. He went about his business, confident that Christian would convince his mystery girl to talk to him.
~
"Wow, aren't you happy girl today?" Buffy's voice rung out across the espresso pump, "What brought on this drastic change of mood?"
Willow smiled widely at her blonde friend; "I've got two words for you, Buffy, Caller and I.D." Willow happily plopped down at a table, cappuccino in hand.
"So, I guess this means your phone stalkage days are over? And things were just getting interesting." Buffy's tone was sarcastic as the two friends conversed over sugar-loaded beverages.
"Yep, I know the number of his phone, so I know not to answer when it's him," Willow's good mood was infectious, and Buffy soon found herself smiling with her redheaded friend.
"Well, can't say I'll miss him." Buffy was interrupted by a familiar shrilling tone.
*RING*
"Ohh. let's test out the new system." Buffy was laughing, "Is it him?" Willow reached into her purse to grab her cellphone, quickly checking the screen.
"Nope," Willow laughed back, "I don't know the number, but it's not his." She then turned away from the Slayer, and took the call.
"Hello."
"Hey." The reply was simple, and kind of hesitant.
"Ummm. who is this?" Willow's reply took it's own hesitant tone to match his.
"Yea, this is Christian. Okay, might as well get this over with, are you Chris' mystery phone stalkee?"
"Okay, how did you get this number?" Willow's voice was getting aggravated now, with an undertone of panic.
"Calm down, Chris gave it to me," was the arrogant reply of the man who had introduced himself as Christian, "He wanted me to tell you something."
"What exactly did he want you to tell me?" Willow's reply was cautious, as she was flashing back to the 'Malcolm' incident.
"He's not stalking you," was the quick reply, "He's just interested in you, god knows why. Chris is weird, but not dangerous."
"Why should I believe you?" Willow's voice was still alert as she frowned at her phone, "How do I know he's not some creepy old man, or worse?" The or worse was the more likely of the two, as it was Sunnydale.
"You should believe me because, if you don't, I'm going to have to deal with Chris in a whiny mood," his counter was somewhat annoyed, "And he's not a creepy old man, he's actually 32, if you wanted to know."
"What's that got to do with anything?" Willow's reply was snark-ish, but she was slowly losing her conviction, "He was still annoying the hell out of me with all the calls."
"Just give him a chance, okay?" Christian's reply took a pleading tone, not wanting to go back to his friend with bad news, "He's really not a bad guy."
Willow sighed and accepted the fact that she really had a problem saying no before she spoke. "Fine, as long as he cuts back a little on the calls. I guess I could talk to him."
"Good, that's all he wants," came Christian's relieved reply, "Oh, one more thing, what's your name?"
"Willow," came the red head's reply, "My name is Willow."
Across the table Buffy Summers was laughing quietly as her friend quickly finished her phone call and returned to her drink. Willow was not happy as she saw the expression on her friends face.
"What?" was her sharp question.
"I think you don't completely not hate this guy, Wills," Buffy replied, "there could be possibilities."
Willow sent a look of horror towards Buffy as the blonde calmly smiled.