Telephone
Conference Call
Author: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikaze@hotmail.com Rating: PG-13 Series/Sequel: Part 4 of the Telephone series Warnings: Only for Jericho's potty mouth Category: BtVS/WWE Pairing #: 161 (Chris Jericho/Willow) Spoilers: None Summary: In which, Buffy gets protective and Christian threatens with a shovel. Archive: Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth, Personal Space, Quickie Challenge. If you'd like to post it, just drop me an e-mail. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or situation borrowed from either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the WWE. This is a non-profit piece of fiction. Author's Notes: Well, long time no see. I figure it's been about a month since I wrote anything, and about five months since I updated this story. So, now I plan to finish the Telephone series as soon as possible.
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It took a surprisingly long time for all four phones to be connected. Willow frowned as she once again was forced to start over; Buffy had decided to hang up just as she had gotten Christian into the conversation. Christian had followed her example and done the same.
Letting her head drop into her hands she took a deep breath. This would have been so much easier if they would just agree to either pass the phone back and forth or create a private chat room. Buffy would have none of that, though, she said that hearing her voice would help intimidate Chris more.
Not that Buffy had that intimidating of a voice. Not that Willow wanted Chris to get intimidated. Not that she wanted this four-way conference call to happen in the first place. Her and Chris were just getting comfortable in their friendship, and now Buffy was jeopardizing it with her protectiveness.
Wearily pushing strands of red hair behind her ears, Willow reached for the phone once again. Quickly dialling Buffy's number, her friend picked up on the first ring. "Okay, let's try this again."
It was an hour later that all four phones successfully managed to be connected. However, there was silence. A thick awkwardness seemed to reach over the phone lines and affect each of the people. It was odd because three of these people were decidedly anti-silent.
It was Chris Jericho who finally breached the silence with a soft clearing of his throat. The words that followed were not quite tactful. "So, what's the deal? I didn't want this call and Willow didn't want this call. Why did you two want this call?"
There was another pause as the tree others took the comment in. Christian was the next to speak. "I only said I wanted it to happen because it was pissing you off." Willow felt a smile spread across her face and she giggled slightly at Christian's antics.
Chris' disgruntled mutters could just barely be heard, "Ass clown," was the only thing he had to say to his friend and sometimes tag team partner, "Well, Betty, why did you want this."
Willow could practically sense the hostility coming from Buffy at those words. She could practically picture her best friend in her mind. A frown on her face, anger glinting in her eyes and her nails digging into her desk, nails that could cause serious harm if they ever got within striking distance of Chris Jericho.
"It's Buffy," were the cool words, "and I asked Willow for this call so I could find out who the hell you are. How do I know you're not some kind of creep?"
The smirk on Jericho's face was practically visible to the other callers as his next words came out, "You don't." He turned quiet after that, enjoying the annoyance he was sure he was causing. Unseen by the others, Willow rubbed her eyes. She should have guessed that Buffy and Chris would have conflicting personalities.
Buffy's voice was practically acidic as she answered. "Listen, you freak. If you hurt Willow, I swear, I will hunt you down and beat you to death with a shovel. Do you understand that?" Her breathing was getting harder as her anger grew. Buffy may not be perfect, but she cared immensely about her friends.
"My, violent, aren't we?" Chris' reply was mocking in its tone. The blonde Canadian was used to threats, it came with the territory. Willow had described Buffy, and personally, much scarier people than short, blonde, university students had threatened him.
With a feral growl, Buffy slammed the receiver down into its cradle, cracking the plastic. She glared stubbornly at the offending telephone. The only thoughts running through her head ran along the line of 'That jerk! What could Willow possibly see in him!'
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Buffy opened her trunk and grabbed her favourite axe and shoved Mr. Pointy into her waistband. She may not be able to beat up that stupid, pompous, asshole, but she could definitely go work off her anger on some minions.
Back in the call, there was a short silence before Christian's voice cut through quietly, "That was tense." The younger of the two blonde men definitely knew what it was like to be round up by Chris Jericho, it had happened to him enough times. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Willow's friend Buffy.
Chris started laughing in his own unique way; loud and obnoxious. He loved what he did, and no one could deny that he had an inexplicable way with words.
"Did you have to do that?" Willow's only question was said with half- hearted conviction. It had been a little bit funny... but mean and cruel and bad.
"She threatened me!" was Chris' reply, said with noticeable mock innocence. "I made one innocent mistake and answered her truthfully and she threatened me! I'm the victim here!"
Willow sighed. She guessed it had been too much to ask that Buffy and Chris get along with each other. Her best friend and her... what? Boyfriend? Shaking her head she brought herself back to the conversation and pushed those thoughts out of her head.
"Anyway, I've got to bail. My plane leaves in 5 hours and I haven't packed yet." Christian seemed unconcerned about it. "Bye, Willow. Catch you later, Jericho."
Saying their good-byes to Christian the other two listened as he hung up the phone. Willow glanced at her clock and decided she better head out as well. "Sorry, I've got to head out too. Run Buffy interference." She smiled grimly at the thought.
Chris cleared his throat nervously, "Okay. Listen, Willow, I'm sorry if what I said to Buffy bothered you. I was just being me, and sometimes me is kind of a smartass." The apology had to be forced out of his lips. Chris Jericho didn't apologize easily, but he didn't want Willow mad at him.
"It's okay, Chris. You and Buffy just don't mesh. Conflicting personalities. I'll talk to you later?" The question was hopeful and Chris breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yea, I'll talk to you later Willow." The words were once more said with ease, "Take care of yourself."
"You too," was her quick response, "Bye."
"Bye."
The two phones were hung up, and the two people were left staring at them with goofy smiles on their faces. That hadn't turned out that bad after all.
Conference Call
Author: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikaze@hotmail.com Rating: PG-13 Series/Sequel: Part 4 of the Telephone series Warnings: Only for Jericho's potty mouth Category: BtVS/WWE Pairing #: 161 (Chris Jericho/Willow) Spoilers: None Summary: In which, Buffy gets protective and Christian threatens with a shovel. Archive: Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth, Personal Space, Quickie Challenge. If you'd like to post it, just drop me an e-mail. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or situation borrowed from either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the WWE. This is a non-profit piece of fiction. Author's Notes: Well, long time no see. I figure it's been about a month since I wrote anything, and about five months since I updated this story. So, now I plan to finish the Telephone series as soon as possible.
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It took a surprisingly long time for all four phones to be connected. Willow frowned as she once again was forced to start over; Buffy had decided to hang up just as she had gotten Christian into the conversation. Christian had followed her example and done the same.
Letting her head drop into her hands she took a deep breath. This would have been so much easier if they would just agree to either pass the phone back and forth or create a private chat room. Buffy would have none of that, though, she said that hearing her voice would help intimidate Chris more.
Not that Buffy had that intimidating of a voice. Not that Willow wanted Chris to get intimidated. Not that she wanted this four-way conference call to happen in the first place. Her and Chris were just getting comfortable in their friendship, and now Buffy was jeopardizing it with her protectiveness.
Wearily pushing strands of red hair behind her ears, Willow reached for the phone once again. Quickly dialling Buffy's number, her friend picked up on the first ring. "Okay, let's try this again."
It was an hour later that all four phones successfully managed to be connected. However, there was silence. A thick awkwardness seemed to reach over the phone lines and affect each of the people. It was odd because three of these people were decidedly anti-silent.
It was Chris Jericho who finally breached the silence with a soft clearing of his throat. The words that followed were not quite tactful. "So, what's the deal? I didn't want this call and Willow didn't want this call. Why did you two want this call?"
There was another pause as the tree others took the comment in. Christian was the next to speak. "I only said I wanted it to happen because it was pissing you off." Willow felt a smile spread across her face and she giggled slightly at Christian's antics.
Chris' disgruntled mutters could just barely be heard, "Ass clown," was the only thing he had to say to his friend and sometimes tag team partner, "Well, Betty, why did you want this."
Willow could practically sense the hostility coming from Buffy at those words. She could practically picture her best friend in her mind. A frown on her face, anger glinting in her eyes and her nails digging into her desk, nails that could cause serious harm if they ever got within striking distance of Chris Jericho.
"It's Buffy," were the cool words, "and I asked Willow for this call so I could find out who the hell you are. How do I know you're not some kind of creep?"
The smirk on Jericho's face was practically visible to the other callers as his next words came out, "You don't." He turned quiet after that, enjoying the annoyance he was sure he was causing. Unseen by the others, Willow rubbed her eyes. She should have guessed that Buffy and Chris would have conflicting personalities.
Buffy's voice was practically acidic as she answered. "Listen, you freak. If you hurt Willow, I swear, I will hunt you down and beat you to death with a shovel. Do you understand that?" Her breathing was getting harder as her anger grew. Buffy may not be perfect, but she cared immensely about her friends.
"My, violent, aren't we?" Chris' reply was mocking in its tone. The blonde Canadian was used to threats, it came with the territory. Willow had described Buffy, and personally, much scarier people than short, blonde, university students had threatened him.
With a feral growl, Buffy slammed the receiver down into its cradle, cracking the plastic. She glared stubbornly at the offending telephone. The only thoughts running through her head ran along the line of 'That jerk! What could Willow possibly see in him!'
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Buffy opened her trunk and grabbed her favourite axe and shoved Mr. Pointy into her waistband. She may not be able to beat up that stupid, pompous, asshole, but she could definitely go work off her anger on some minions.
Back in the call, there was a short silence before Christian's voice cut through quietly, "That was tense." The younger of the two blonde men definitely knew what it was like to be round up by Chris Jericho, it had happened to him enough times. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Willow's friend Buffy.
Chris started laughing in his own unique way; loud and obnoxious. He loved what he did, and no one could deny that he had an inexplicable way with words.
"Did you have to do that?" Willow's only question was said with half- hearted conviction. It had been a little bit funny... but mean and cruel and bad.
"She threatened me!" was Chris' reply, said with noticeable mock innocence. "I made one innocent mistake and answered her truthfully and she threatened me! I'm the victim here!"
Willow sighed. She guessed it had been too much to ask that Buffy and Chris get along with each other. Her best friend and her... what? Boyfriend? Shaking her head she brought herself back to the conversation and pushed those thoughts out of her head.
"Anyway, I've got to bail. My plane leaves in 5 hours and I haven't packed yet." Christian seemed unconcerned about it. "Bye, Willow. Catch you later, Jericho."
Saying their good-byes to Christian the other two listened as he hung up the phone. Willow glanced at her clock and decided she better head out as well. "Sorry, I've got to head out too. Run Buffy interference." She smiled grimly at the thought.
Chris cleared his throat nervously, "Okay. Listen, Willow, I'm sorry if what I said to Buffy bothered you. I was just being me, and sometimes me is kind of a smartass." The apology had to be forced out of his lips. Chris Jericho didn't apologize easily, but he didn't want Willow mad at him.
"It's okay, Chris. You and Buffy just don't mesh. Conflicting personalities. I'll talk to you later?" The question was hopeful and Chris breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yea, I'll talk to you later Willow." The words were once more said with ease, "Take care of yourself."
"You too," was her quick response, "Bye."
"Bye."
The two phones were hung up, and the two people were left staring at them with goofy smiles on their faces. That hadn't turned out that bad after all.