Full Circle
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The WWE, Buffy, Angel and all related items do not belong to me; only the story is mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Willow/?, Lillian/?, Faith/?, Lita/?, Dawn/?
Spoilers: WWE – Up to just before Summerslam 2002, Buffy – up to end of S6 and Angel – up to end of season 3 (all subject to change! I'll keep you posted in future parts).
Distribution: Please ask.
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E-mail: kyizifanfic hotmail. com
Summary: When Lillian, Faith and Willow disappear, will their friends be able to get them back in time to stop what could be the ultimate apocalypse?
Notes: For continuity notes, see prologue. The pairings for this one are no longer set. Having had to come back to it, I'm no longer sure that the original pairings I chose are what I want to go for. I will open new polls on my Yahoo! Group, KyiziFic.
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"Lillian!"
"Lita, sweetie, you need to stop shouting," Edge said firmly, grabbing hold of the redhead's shoulders. He shook her slightly and her wild eyes focussed on him. "She's not here."
"Then where is she?" the woman demanded.
"I-I don't know."
"She can't have just disappeared," Jeff said, pacing the floor again. "People don't just disappear in flashes of light!"
Edge sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his other hand keeping a firm hold on Lita's shoulders. They had been searching the house fruitlessly for the last half an hour but the blonde ring announcer was nowhere to be seen. Not that they had really expected her to be. When they had seen the bright green light flashing through the kitchen, they had all rushed into the room only to see Lillian in the centre of the light, looking at them with confusion. The light had quickly increased, momentarily blinding them and, when it had cleared, Lillian had been nowhere in sight.
"There has to be an explanation," Benoit said, speaking for the first time since Lillian had vanished. "Why now?"
Jericho sighed and rubbed his face. "This wasn't meant to happen."
Edge frowned and looked at the two Chris', his confusion mirrored in Lita and Jeff's eyes. "What the hell are you two talking about?"
Both men looked up in surprise, almost as if they had forgotten that they weren't alone. Jericho cleared his throat and exchanged a quick glance with Benoit before talking a step towards Edge.
"Don't give me that crap, Chris," Lita said angrily. "Tell me what you meant by that!"
"Look-"
"I said don't! If you know anything then now is the time to-" Lita jumped as the phone rang, interrupting her tirade. No one made a move towards it, letting it ring out until Lillian's voice echoed through the room as the answering machine clicked on. The room remained silent as the message was recorded, no one quite willing to believe who was on the other end of the phone.
"Was that…" Jeff frowned.
"Yeah," Edge muttered, crossing the room and hitting play on the machine.
"Hey, Lil…uh, I really hope you're not screening your calls, 'cause I know there are people with you that wouldn't understand why I'm calling. Hell, I don't even understand why I'm so worried. I just…I have to know you're okay, sweetie. Don't ask me to explain it, it's just, what do you call it? 'One of my weird felling things'. Well, I have a pretty strong one now, honey. Call me. Let me know I'm overreacting, like you always do."
There was a slight pause and Edge ran a hand over his face, still not sure to believe what he was hearing, or rather, who he was hearing. It didn't make sense.
"Please, Lillian. Call me. I know you think I take this too seriously sometimes, but trust me. If I had listened to it all those years ago, we wouldn't have ended up in Los Angeles trying to get rid of Gangrel, because I would have warned Edge and none of this crap would have…" The man sighed. "It always boils down to that, doesn't it? And please don't use this as another excuse to get me to talk to him. It's not going to happen, sweetheart, no matter how much I wish otherwise, and I know you too well to think you'll listen to this and, yes, I know, I'm rambling. Which means you know I'm seriously worried about you. So, please, sweetie, give me a call when you get this. Let me know you're all right. Love you."
There was silence as the machine clicked off. No one quite knew what to make of the message. After another moment, Edge picked up the phone and hit redial.
"Edge, are you sure that's a good-"
Edge waved Jeff quiet as the phone was answered.
"Lillian, I'm so glad you're okay, I was-"
"It's not Lillian," Edge said quickly and the voice at the other end silenced.
"Where is she, Edge?"
"That's what we want to know."
"We?" the man asked, hesitation in his voice.
Edge hit speakerphone and placed the handset down. "Yes, we. Lillian disappeared."
"What do you mean, she disappeared?"
"I mean there was a flash of green light and she disappeared. You said you thought something was wrong. What?"
"I don't know, Edge. I never know," the man said bitterly. "You of all people should know that."
Edge shook his head. "Something tells me that there's a lot I don't know, little brother."
There was a pause. "This-this isn't the time."
"No, you're right," Edge said, turning to look at Jericho and Benoit. "Right now, we need to focus on finding Lillian. Can you help?"
"No, I can't, but-"
"I was actually talking to Jericho and Benoit," Edge interrupted.
"What the hell are those two jerks doing in Lil's house?"
"We might ask what you're doing calling her," Lita supplied, though there was no trace of anger in her voice, only confusion.
Christian sighed. "Look, I know some people. I know where we can get help."
"No!" Jericho said adamantly and everyone jumped.
"Yes, jerky, what a way to remain inconspicuous."
Jericho glared at Benoit. "We are meant to handle this. It's our job."
"In case you hadn't noticed," Benoit said forcefully. "Lillian has gone. I think we failed."
"We don't need help."
"I think we do," Benoit said and turned to face the others. He glanced at the phone, as though he were looking at Christian. "Tell us, boy, where are these people? What can they do?"
"This kind of thing is there job," Christian replied. "They can help us find Lillian."
"Then," Jeff said with a sigh, "tell us where we need to be."
"How soon can you all be in Los Angeles?"
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There is a poll for the pairings for this fic on my Yahoo! Group, KyiziFic and also on Karen Upchurch's Yahoo! Group, KarenFic