Title: This Can’t Be Right

Author: Luna

E-mail: ambersgrrl@yahoo.com

Feedback: Yes please!

Genre: Buffy/WWE

Rating: NC-17 (Don’t know if it will actually be necessary but I *always* try to err on the side of caution)

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Pairings: Willow/Batista

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the WB, and UPN own all rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and do not authorize this author.  Like wise Vince McMahon owns the WWE.  Nothing is being gained from this, except a need to pass the time.

Summary: A wild night in Vegas leads to some unforeseen consequences.  Can they find their way or will they end up destroying one another in the process.

Spoilers: In my mind season seven never happened.  The only thing that DID happen was that Willow went to England to gain control of her powers.  As for the WWE I’m just going to be making up things as I go along because it’s been quite some time since I’ve had the chance to watch it. 

Author’s Note:  I’d like to take this time to remind everyone that the legal age of consent in the United States of America is indeed 18.  However I needed a hook for this story and with some exceptions all the proceedings that you will hear about from here on out are fictitious.  PLEASE IF THAT BOTHERS YOU STOP READING NOW!!!

Anything else: I’m using these characters as I see fit.  I’d say that because of that it would qualify as AU, but I’m not going to be going against the nature(s) of those involved.  At least I hope I’m not.  Any comments are welcome.

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Chapter Four

 

As it turned out Willow didn’t need to call them at all.  They pounded on the door of the room.  Startled emerald eyes met a coffee brown gaze.  He lifted a single shoulder.   He got up off the bed and went to the door.  Xander pushed past the big man and zeroed in on his best friend.  He swept her up into his arms and clung to her.  They’d been so worried about her.

 

The blonde standing in his doorway glaring daggers at him amused Batista.  ‘As if she could do anything to me, ‘ he thought.  He mirrored her stance arms crossed over his chest frowning at her.  He was surprised when all she did was raise a perfectly plucked eyebrow at his actions.  He was used to women running and screaming in the opposite direction when he sent a frown their way.

 

“So you wanna tell me why you have *our* Willow in *your* room,” she asked the big man.

 

There was something about this woman that just made his skin crawl.  There was nothing overt about her to make him dislike her and yet… and yet it was there anyway.  Hoping to provoke the same reaction out of her he leaned against the door.  “Cuz she wanted to be here,” Batista replied.

 

Buffy’s hazel eyes narrowed dangerously, and she was a step away from throwing the “I don’t hurt humans” rule out the window, when she caught sight of Willow’s watery green gaze.  She brushed past the man at the door who closed it with a soft click.

 

Xander transferred the young woman to the waiting blonde’s arms.  “Oh Willow.  I’m so sorry,” she murmured as her fingers combed through her friend’s fiery tresses.  The slayer held the little witch as she sobbed her heart out.  Buffy hurt for her friend and if there was one thing that you didn’t do it was hurt one of the Scoobies.  The blonde was going to make sure that both Ira and Shelia paid for what they did to their *only* little girl.

 

Dave stared at the young man scowling at him.  He was about five-ten, and probably weighed all of 190 pounds.  He could have easily power bombed him, and yet the young brunette exuded a quiet strength that most people would miss.

 

Batista didn’t miss it.  He had once been like the boy before him.  As he’d grown to six-five and started filling out he’d shared that quality.  It was intensity that most people would overlook, or mistake for attitude.  There was something about the man that made him both like and hate him.  The fact that the wrestler couldn’t identify why he didn’t like the young man bothered him.

 

‘That’s not true,’ a little voice whispered in his head.  ‘You know why you don’t like him.  He has a special place your wife’s heart.  That’s what bugs you.  *You* don’t have that place,’ it taunted him.  He tore his dark eyes away before he did something he’d regret.

 

Xander hadn’t missed the animosity that had blazed in the muscle man’s eyes.  It was the other emotion that had burned just as brightly that confused him.  If he didn’t know better he’d have said that it was jealousy, but that was impossible, wasn’t it?  Sure, people couldn’t help but love Willow.  She was everything that was good about this world.  She was kind, sweet, and forgiving to the point of personal pain.  Well Warren had been the exception.  ‘Hey, we all make mistakes,’  Xander excused her behavior.

 

Willow’s sweet voice broke into Xander’s musings.  “How did you guys know where to find me?”

 

“That was easy Wills,” Xander chirped, his usual goofy grin in place.  “Had the Buffster pry the information outta the little weasel that served us with these.”  He reached into his back pocket and produced an envelope similar to the one that had been sent to her earlier.

 

The red head’s eyes filled with tears again.  His grin fell by the wayside as he stepped toward her.  His hand cupped her cheek his thumb brushing the tear away.  “Hey now, what’s all this?”

 

“Oh Xand,” she wailed as she wrapped her arms around her childhood friend and buried her head in his chest.  “It’s awful,” came her muffled cry.

 

Batista couldn’t help the stinging sensation her words caused.  ‘What the hell is wrong with me?  I hardly know this girl and I’m getting all twisted up because she’s crying to her friends.  You better get a hold of yourself man or the next thing you know she’s going to be leading you around by the nose,’ he snorted at the idea of this little slip of a woman trying to tell him how to do things.

 

Not knowing the direction that her husband’s thoughts had taken Willow immediately felt bad for her outburst and tried to correct the situation.  “Well it’s not awful… just very awkward… because you know… you and me and we haven’t known each other long… and well you gotta admit… not making for a very easy time.”  Her words failed her at the man’s raised eyebrow.

 

Before Dave could say or do anything thing the little blonde stepped in.  “Will, breathe.”  A smile warmed her features.  Buffy was worried for her friend.  There was something going on here and it had a definite hell mouth feel to it.  She didn’t want to worry her friend in case she was wrong, but something just felt off about this whole deal.

 

Her hazel eyes snapped to Batista.  He was the most likely culprit, but there was nothing there.  There was nothing that would set off her spidey sense.  So he was unwillingly crossed off her suspect list.  The slayer would keep her eyes and ears open.  At the first sign of trouble she would be at Willow’s side.

 

Buffy felt her brows draw together.  She didn’t want to upset her friend but at the same time they couldn’t ignore what was going on either.  She drew back enough to look at her friend.  “Will, honey, what exactly happened last night?”

 

Willow blushed so much that it was a wonder that she didn’t burst into flames.  She opened her mouth to reply when Xander cut her off.  “Oh please bosom bud of mine, please don’t answer that.  We so *don’t* need a blow by blow account of the night.”  He winced as both Buffy and Willow hit him.

 

“What,” cried the young man.

 

“Xander,” Buffy hissed.  “Think first, then speak.”

 

“Oh,” he said as he turned the same shade of red as his best friend’s hair.

 

A bark of laughter reminded the trio that they were not alone.  Willow turned her emerald eyes to her husband.  “Do you remember what happened,” she asked hesitantly.

 

“Sort of,” came the gravelly reply.

 

“What’s that mean,” the slayer inquired.

 

“It means that I remember meeting your little friend here, buying her a few drinks and leaving the club with her, but after that it’s hazy.  Until I woke up this morning I thought it was a dream.”

 

“Why,” Willow asked curiously.  Her wide green eyes blinked as she peered up at the handsome man.

 

Batista sighed.  ‘Here comes the hard part,’ he thought.  “My job doesn’t exactly allow for me to make long term ties to anyone.  It’s tough to maintain a relationship when you’re constantly on the move, like I am.”

 

Something clicked in Xander’s brain and he chased down the thought.  His eyes bright as he exclaimed, “You’re Dave Batista. A WWE superstar.”

 

Buffy and Willow stared at their friend with wide eyes.  Another short bark of laughter sounded in the room.  “A fan, huh?”

 

Xander rubbed the back of his neck as he flushed in embarrassment.  “Well I don’t watch real regular, but enough to know you looked familiar.”  He turned to his long time friend.  “I bet the guys are something else. Aren’t they?”

 

Willow’s brows snapped together.  “You could say that,” she muttered.

 

Buffy waved her hand.  “Okay, still confused.  If you could cut the guy code and clue the rest of us in,” she asked mildly annoyed and not being able to follow the conversation.

 

“Oh well, Dave here is a wrestler.  A professional wrestler,” Xander explained happily.

 

The redhead and the blonde looked at Batista then back at each other and began to laugh.   Buffy managed to get her laughter under control, but you could hear it threatening to return.  “You mean he gets paid to grope other men?”

 

The men scowled at the giggling girls.  “I don’t *grope*, I wrestle,” Batista very nearly yelled.  Xander nodded his agreement with the massive wrestler.

 

Willow raised an eyebrow.  “And the difference would be…”

 

Dave glared daggers at his wife.  He turned and in three long strides trapped her between himself and the wall.  He leaned down and whispered in her ear.  “I’ll show you the difference once we’ve gotten rid of your friends.”

 

The shy redhead could feel the heat rush to her face.  She turned her head away, not ready for Batista to know just how much his words had affected her.  Willow took a couple of deep breaths before she felt she could talk without embarrassing herself.

 

“Okay, so I think everyone knows *what* we were doing, but the question is what do we do now?”

 

Buffy looked from one face to another, she gathered her courage and spoke.  “Well we could call Angel.”

 

“Why?  What does dead boy have to do with this,” snapped Xander.

 

Willow shot her best friends a withering look.  “You do remember that he works at that law firm…” Her voice trailed off as understanding dawned on her.   “That’s it.  You want Angel and the rest to see if they can break the order.”

 

“Beauty *and* brains,” quipped Buffy smiling.

 

“Wait, just who is this Angel person,” Batista interrupted.

 

“My ex,”

 

“A pain,”

 

“Just a friend,” the three replied in unison.

 

“Why do I think there’s more going on here than you’re telling me,” Dave asked.

 

“Probably because there is,” the young man answered.

 

“You going to fill me in?”

 

“Nope,” Xander said smiling.

 

“How about you,” he asked the blonde.

 

“Not my place,” Buffy replied, raising her hands in front of her.

 

“You,” he asked his wife.

 

“Later,” she said distractedly.  “Okay so who’s going to call him,” Willow shot Buffy a worried glance.

 

“Will you know I would, but…” Buffy paused.  “Honey, there’s just too much between us for me to be any good here.”

 

Emerald eyes met a determined chocolate brown gaze.  “Don’t even *think* it Wills.  I love you, but I won’t do that!”

 

“Not even if it means helping a friend in need,” she asked, starting to sulk

 

“Not just no, but hell NO!”

 

“Fine,” she said pouting.  She knew what it would take to change her best friend’s mind.  Willingly the tears came to her eyes and her lower lip protruded even further.  “Please Xan,” Willow asked in childlike voice.

 

He took one look at her watery green eyes and the pleading expression on her face and knew he would do whatever she asked.  She was his Wills.  “All right, you win,” he said.  “You know you don’t play fair, right?”

 

Willow launched herself at Xander.  “I love you!  Xan you’re the best friend a girl could ask for.”

 

Seeing the dark look in the wrestler’s eyes Xander quickly extricated himself from Willow’s arms.  He kissed her forehead.  “What can I say?  You’re my Wills.”

 

“And on that note,” Buffy interrupted, sensing that the couple had a lot to talk about.  That and she wanted to tell Angel about the latest developments as quickly as possible.  “We’ll take our leave.”  The blonde slayer pulled a cell phone out of her pocket and handed it to the red head.

 

Stunned the witch looked at her friend.  “But this is yours,” she stammered.

 

“No,” the blonde corrected gently.  “It’s yours.  We all have this number,” she pointed to the phone Willow held in her small hands.  “Any time you need us, and I do mean *any* time, you give us a call.  We’ll be there in a second.”

 

“I don’t want you guys to go,” Willow wailed clinging to Buffy. 

 

Xander walked over to the pair, enveloping them in a hug.  “I know Wills, but this is the way it has to be,” he said with surprising calm. 

 

Inside he was a raging mass of churning emotions.  His parents had been awful but at least they’d been there.  He couldn’t image what this was doing to his best friend.  Right now, though she needed him to be strong.   He could do that.  For Wills he could do anything.