Telephone
Speaker Phone
Author: Kamikazee
Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Series/Sequel: Part 3 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, the background is very much misinterpreted by Willow.
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: I'm so sorry I took so long getting this out. My 'Telephone' muse ran away. Once again, sorry to anyone who was waiting.
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*
"I'll grab it!"
"No, mine!"
*RING*
Christian and Chris both dived for the bedside, hotel phone at the same time, nearly colliding in the air as they landed sprawled in front of the phone. They both reached for the still ringing phone, slapping each other's hands as they went.
The behaviour was more befitting of 7 year olds then it was of adult men, yet that didn't seem to discourage them.
Christian finally managed to deflect Chris for long enough to grab the phone. The younger man grabbed the receiver, "Yo, this is Christian."
A now familiar voice answered him, "Hey, Christian, it's Willow." She paused as though she was about to continue, but Christian immediately jumped in.
"Willow! Nice to hear from you, girl!" Christian's voice took on a valley girl tone as he spoke. "It's been so long since I spoke to you! How are you? Taking care of yourself?"
The redhead's laugh carried through the telephone, "I'm good Christian. Can you." The blonde Canadian, that she didn't want to talk to, once again interrupted the young woman.
"Well, that's good. You need to take care of yourself," he went on, studiously ignoring the taller blonde that was trying to wrestle the phone away from him. "Wouldn't want you getting sick or anything."
"Of course, can I talk to Chris now?" the redhead got her question in as fast as possible, trying to beat another deflection by Christian.
The man on the other end of the phone sighed, "Well, I suppose. I don't see why you want to talk to him, though. You could do much."
The man was cut off as Chris Jericho yanked the phone from his hand and pulled it away. Willow was laughing on the other side.
"Hey, Willow," Chris smiled as he finally got to greet her. He had been talking to the redhead on the phone for a month and a half. A month and a half of not being able to wait until the next time they got to talk, a month and a half of wanting to meet the woman behind the voice.
"Chris, finally," Willow's voice was slightly exasperated at Christian's antics, but still cheerful, "How's it going?"
Chris Jericho leaned back against the headboard, relaxing as he talked to the woman, "Going good, I won't be able to talk long, though. We've got a show to get to."
"Oh, yeah, the time change," that was one thing Chris had learned about Willow. She was incredibly intelligent, but had a habit of forgetting small things sometimes.
"No, problem," Chris replied easily, "Just a sec, I'm going to put you on speaker phone." Her voice silenced as she waited, while Jericho quickly pushed the appropriate button before laying the receiver down. "Okay, shoot. What's been going on with you?"
"Well, Dawn's being all teenager-like," she began happily, "It's hard to imagine I was ever that age." She happily went about telling her story. Chris listened as he and Christian began collecting their gear for the night and stowing it in gym bags.
Several minutes passed, with Chris occasionally adding an encouraging noise to Willow's continuous stream of words. As he finished up, he turned towards Christian, who was beginning to make odd noises. What he saw nearly made him burst with laughter.
Christian was attempting to forcefully shove his Intercontinental Championship belt into his already over-stuffed bag. The man was grunting with effort as he pushed at the gold.
"It's not going to fit." Jericho said, his voice sounding somewhat constipated as he held back his laughter. Christian looked up at him with indignation.
"It'll fit," his voice was tight with effort and he let another grunt out, "I just need to push a little harder. It's all good. Just give me a second."
"Come on, man," Chris let out, "That looks like it hurts. Maybe you should stop. It's to big, take one of the smaller things out if you want it so bad."
The two men continued their conversation, unaware that the woman on the telephone had stopped talking quite a few minutes ago to simply listen. Listen and wonder.
~
Various things ran through Willow's mind as she listened to the two men talk over the phone. The thoughts in her head were extremely inappropriate, but she could not think of anything else they could be talking about.
"Come on Wills," she muttered to herself, "rationalize this. That's not the only thing that could be happening. It could be anything, anything at all."
'Or it could be exactly what you think it is.'
'I don't want to hear that. That's completely inappropriate.'
'Hey, I'm only saying what you're thinking.'
'I don't want to hear it, I'm sure Chris will have a very reasonable answer.'
'Then why don't you ask him?'
'Fine, I will.'
Ending the odd conversation with herself, Willow once again turned her attention back to the phone in her hands. She took a deep breath, praying for courage before finally voicing her question.
"What, in the name, are you two doing?"
The question didn't come out quite the way she had planned.
Speaker Phone
Author: Kamikazee
Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Series/Sequel: Part 3 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, the background is very much misinterpreted by Willow.
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: I'm so sorry I took so long getting this out. My 'Telephone' muse ran away. Once again, sorry to anyone who was waiting.
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*
"I'll grab it!"
"No, mine!"
*RING*
Christian and Chris both dived for the bedside, hotel phone at the same time, nearly colliding in the air as they landed sprawled in front of the phone. They both reached for the still ringing phone, slapping each other's hands as they went.
The behaviour was more befitting of 7 year olds then it was of adult men, yet that didn't seem to discourage them.
Christian finally managed to deflect Chris for long enough to grab the phone. The younger man grabbed the receiver, "Yo, this is Christian."
A now familiar voice answered him, "Hey, Christian, it's Willow." She paused as though she was about to continue, but Christian immediately jumped in.
"Willow! Nice to hear from you, girl!" Christian's voice took on a valley girl tone as he spoke. "It's been so long since I spoke to you! How are you? Taking care of yourself?"
The redhead's laugh carried through the telephone, "I'm good Christian. Can you." The blonde Canadian, that she didn't want to talk to, once again interrupted the young woman.
"Well, that's good. You need to take care of yourself," he went on, studiously ignoring the taller blonde that was trying to wrestle the phone away from him. "Wouldn't want you getting sick or anything."
"Of course, can I talk to Chris now?" the redhead got her question in as fast as possible, trying to beat another deflection by Christian.
The man on the other end of the phone sighed, "Well, I suppose. I don't see why you want to talk to him, though. You could do much."
The man was cut off as Chris Jericho yanked the phone from his hand and pulled it away. Willow was laughing on the other side.
"Hey, Willow," Chris smiled as he finally got to greet her. He had been talking to the redhead on the phone for a month and a half. A month and a half of not being able to wait until the next time they got to talk, a month and a half of wanting to meet the woman behind the voice.
"Chris, finally," Willow's voice was slightly exasperated at Christian's antics, but still cheerful, "How's it going?"
Chris Jericho leaned back against the headboard, relaxing as he talked to the woman, "Going good, I won't be able to talk long, though. We've got a show to get to."
"Oh, yeah, the time change," that was one thing Chris had learned about Willow. She was incredibly intelligent, but had a habit of forgetting small things sometimes.
"No, problem," Chris replied easily, "Just a sec, I'm going to put you on speaker phone." Her voice silenced as she waited, while Jericho quickly pushed the appropriate button before laying the receiver down. "Okay, shoot. What's been going on with you?"
"Well, Dawn's being all teenager-like," she began happily, "It's hard to imagine I was ever that age." She happily went about telling her story. Chris listened as he and Christian began collecting their gear for the night and stowing it in gym bags.
Several minutes passed, with Chris occasionally adding an encouraging noise to Willow's continuous stream of words. As he finished up, he turned towards Christian, who was beginning to make odd noises. What he saw nearly made him burst with laughter.
Christian was attempting to forcefully shove his Intercontinental Championship belt into his already over-stuffed bag. The man was grunting with effort as he pushed at the gold.
"It's not going to fit." Jericho said, his voice sounding somewhat constipated as he held back his laughter. Christian looked up at him with indignation.
"It'll fit," his voice was tight with effort and he let another grunt out, "I just need to push a little harder. It's all good. Just give me a second."
"Come on, man," Chris let out, "That looks like it hurts. Maybe you should stop. It's to big, take one of the smaller things out if you want it so bad."
The two men continued their conversation, unaware that the woman on the telephone had stopped talking quite a few minutes ago to simply listen. Listen and wonder.
~
Various things ran through Willow's mind as she listened to the two men talk over the phone. The thoughts in her head were extremely inappropriate, but she could not think of anything else they could be talking about.
"Come on Wills," she muttered to herself, "rationalize this. That's not the only thing that could be happening. It could be anything, anything at all."
'Or it could be exactly what you think it is.'
'I don't want to hear that. That's completely inappropriate.'
'Hey, I'm only saying what you're thinking.'
'I don't want to hear it, I'm sure Chris will have a very reasonable answer.'
'Then why don't you ask him?'
'Fine, I will.'
Ending the odd conversation with herself, Willow once again turned her attention back to the phone in her hands. She took a deep breath, praying for courage before finally voicing her question.
"What, in the name, are you two doing?"
The question didn't come out quite the way she had planned.