Telephone
Busy Signal
Author: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikaze@hotmail.com Rating: PG-13 Series/Sequel: Part 5 of the 'Telephone' series Warnings: Bad language Category: BtVS/WWE Pairing #: 161 (Chris Jericho/Willow) Spoilers: None Summary: In which, Jericho gets protective and Willow gets gone. Archive: Twisting the Hellmouth, Quick Fics, Personal Space, Fanfiction.net Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or situations affiliated with either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the WWE. This is simply a piece of non-profit fiction. Authors Note: Only one more part to go. *Does happy dance* I've had this series planned out for who knows how long and now it's finally almost done.
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Chris Jericho flipped open his cell phone as calmly as possible and dialled the familiar number. He didn't need to check the number because he knew it by heart. Before the usual shrill ringing could even begin, a high- pitched beeping started. Chris listened and waited, hoping that it would stop. Finally, there was a click and the answer machine turned on.
Chris snapped the phone closed in one quick, angry movement, terminating the connection. His eyes flashed and his knuckles itched with the urge to hit something, hard. He pushed that urge down, reminding himself for the millionth time in three days that breaking something wouldn't help, though it would make him feel better.
Instead, Jericho jerked his hand through his long blonde hair, mussing it as he did so. His movements were twitchy and violent. His control was losing ground fast and he was afraid that if something didn't happen soon he was going to explode. He felt sorry for anyone who was around when that happened. Well, not everyone. He wouldn't feel sorry if Triple H were around, or Shawn Michaels, or even Eric Bischoff for that matter.
Chris shook his head and let the smirk fall off his face. He wasn't in a good mood and he wasn't going to smile. Everything that was happening right now was bad. It was made even worse by the fact that he couldn't control it. He couldn't do anything and he hated that feeling more than anything... More than anything except the thought that Willow might be in some kind of trouble.
Dropping on to his bed he laid down, trying in vain to relax his muscles. It was no good, though. He wouldn't be able to relax until he knew for a fact that Willow was all right. He needed desperately to hear her voice and have her reassure him that he was overreacting.
He doubted that was going to happen. Willow hadn't called him in four days. Four days without a single word. Not for lack of trying either. Every chance he got, Chris had called her, waiting for that familiar voice to answer him. Every time he waited and waited, listening to that God-awful beeping noise, before the answering machine turned on.
43 phone calls. 30 messages. 21 e-mails. No sign of Willow anywhere. Chris was beginning to feel the dull panic set in. He knew Willow and it wasn't like her to ignore him like this. She was a little imp at times, but she would never do this. This was something that left a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He slowly began nitpicking his way through the memory of their last conversation. Did she say something odd? Did she do something differently? Did she seem upset? No matter how long he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what could possibly be wrong. As far as he could tell, everything had been normal the last time they had talked.
It frustrated him to no end that he didn't know. He wanted to know everything about her, but he didn't. There was so much he didn't know about her life. How she looked when she got up in the morning, what her bathroom looked like, the expression on her face as he made love to her.
With an abrupt shake of his head, Chris dispelled that particular image. He was starting to get creepy again. He and Willow were just friends, hell, they hadn't even met face to face yet. Either way, she didn't think of him like that. It was crazy to let himself think like that. It ran the risk of destroying their friendship if she ever found out. That was something he knew he wouldn't be able to stand.
It was hard to believe how attached he's become to Willow. It's been so long since he allowed someone to get this close to him. Sure he had friends, a couple, but he didn't let anyone get to close. If people got to close then they could hurt him, and they could get hurt. He wasn't going to let that happen anymore. Of course, he was probably much to late for that.
Chris tried to even out his breaths. He could do this. He would just forget about her for now. He had work to do, and she would call him in a couple of days. Everything would go back to normal and he would laugh at himself for reacting this way. There was nothing to worry about.
Jericho was quickly finding out how much harder it was to bullshit yourself then it was to bullshit other people. He could reassure himself all he wanted, but he wasn't going to believe a word he said. A bark of cynical laughter forced its way out of his throat. Now, he was talking to himself.
He finally reached out and picked up the phone again. Dialling the number was easy; he used it enough. He sat still as the ringing began, comforted by the sound. When it was picked up on the other end, he opened his mouth. The words that followed finally made him feel as if he was doing something productive.
"Pacific Airlines?" A pause. "Yes, I'd like to book a flight. As soon as possible. Sunnydale, California." There was some gurgling through the phone. "8:30? And I can pick up my tickets at the information desk? Thank you."
Busy Signal
Author: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikaze@hotmail.com Rating: PG-13 Series/Sequel: Part 5 of the 'Telephone' series Warnings: Bad language Category: BtVS/WWE Pairing #: 161 (Chris Jericho/Willow) Spoilers: None Summary: In which, Jericho gets protective and Willow gets gone. Archive: Twisting the Hellmouth, Quick Fics, Personal Space, Fanfiction.net Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or situations affiliated with either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the WWE. This is simply a piece of non-profit fiction. Authors Note: Only one more part to go. *Does happy dance* I've had this series planned out for who knows how long and now it's finally almost done.
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Chris Jericho flipped open his cell phone as calmly as possible and dialled the familiar number. He didn't need to check the number because he knew it by heart. Before the usual shrill ringing could even begin, a high- pitched beeping started. Chris listened and waited, hoping that it would stop. Finally, there was a click and the answer machine turned on.
Chris snapped the phone closed in one quick, angry movement, terminating the connection. His eyes flashed and his knuckles itched with the urge to hit something, hard. He pushed that urge down, reminding himself for the millionth time in three days that breaking something wouldn't help, though it would make him feel better.
Instead, Jericho jerked his hand through his long blonde hair, mussing it as he did so. His movements were twitchy and violent. His control was losing ground fast and he was afraid that if something didn't happen soon he was going to explode. He felt sorry for anyone who was around when that happened. Well, not everyone. He wouldn't feel sorry if Triple H were around, or Shawn Michaels, or even Eric Bischoff for that matter.
Chris shook his head and let the smirk fall off his face. He wasn't in a good mood and he wasn't going to smile. Everything that was happening right now was bad. It was made even worse by the fact that he couldn't control it. He couldn't do anything and he hated that feeling more than anything... More than anything except the thought that Willow might be in some kind of trouble.
Dropping on to his bed he laid down, trying in vain to relax his muscles. It was no good, though. He wouldn't be able to relax until he knew for a fact that Willow was all right. He needed desperately to hear her voice and have her reassure him that he was overreacting.
He doubted that was going to happen. Willow hadn't called him in four days. Four days without a single word. Not for lack of trying either. Every chance he got, Chris had called her, waiting for that familiar voice to answer him. Every time he waited and waited, listening to that God-awful beeping noise, before the answering machine turned on.
43 phone calls. 30 messages. 21 e-mails. No sign of Willow anywhere. Chris was beginning to feel the dull panic set in. He knew Willow and it wasn't like her to ignore him like this. She was a little imp at times, but she would never do this. This was something that left a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He slowly began nitpicking his way through the memory of their last conversation. Did she say something odd? Did she do something differently? Did she seem upset? No matter how long he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what could possibly be wrong. As far as he could tell, everything had been normal the last time they had talked.
It frustrated him to no end that he didn't know. He wanted to know everything about her, but he didn't. There was so much he didn't know about her life. How she looked when she got up in the morning, what her bathroom looked like, the expression on her face as he made love to her.
With an abrupt shake of his head, Chris dispelled that particular image. He was starting to get creepy again. He and Willow were just friends, hell, they hadn't even met face to face yet. Either way, she didn't think of him like that. It was crazy to let himself think like that. It ran the risk of destroying their friendship if she ever found out. That was something he knew he wouldn't be able to stand.
It was hard to believe how attached he's become to Willow. It's been so long since he allowed someone to get this close to him. Sure he had friends, a couple, but he didn't let anyone get to close. If people got to close then they could hurt him, and they could get hurt. He wasn't going to let that happen anymore. Of course, he was probably much to late for that.
Chris tried to even out his breaths. He could do this. He would just forget about her for now. He had work to do, and she would call him in a couple of days. Everything would go back to normal and he would laugh at himself for reacting this way. There was nothing to worry about.
Jericho was quickly finding out how much harder it was to bullshit yourself then it was to bullshit other people. He could reassure himself all he wanted, but he wasn't going to believe a word he said. A bark of cynical laughter forced its way out of his throat. Now, he was talking to himself.
He finally reached out and picked up the phone again. Dialling the number was easy; he used it enough. He sat still as the ringing began, comforted by the sound. When it was picked up on the other end, he opened his mouth. The words that followed finally made him feel as if he was doing something productive.
"Pacific Airlines?" A pause. "Yes, I'd like to book a flight. As soon as possible. Sunnydale, California." There was some gurgling through the phone. "8:30? And I can pick up my tickets at the information desk? Thank you."