Title: Fallen

Author: eena_angel2001

Rating: R

Email: igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com

Category: WWE/BTVS

Pairing: Willow/Jeff Hardy (I tried to make it Willow/Edge but I couldn’t

do it. I just like these two too much.)

Disclaimer: BTVS belongs to Joss Whedon. Wrestlers are property of WWE.

Distribution: Ask first

Spoilers: Season Six for BTVS. Lita’s injury for WWE, but no branch

extension. I still think that whole thing is stupid.

Summary: Willow runs away from Sunnydale seeking oblivion but finding life

instead.

Willow knew that you were supposed to give white roses at funerals. It was

like some sort of funeral law. White represented something. Willow knew it

did, she just couldn’t remember. Her thoughts were pretty much muddled.

And she decided that she didn’t like white roses.

Yellow roses were better. Yellow was for friendship. Willow had a lot of

respect for friendship. It was because of friendship that the world didn’t

end at her hands. And that was good. The world being able to exist was

right. The lives of innocent people shouldn’t be brushed away in a fit of

rage. Life should continue.

But it didn’t stop her from wanting to die.

Everyone told her she was just depressed. That she had gone through a lot

and that was affecting her. It made her think dark things, think that her

life was pointless. Well, that was obvious. Willow could tell that much

through the muddle her mind had become.

But that wasn’t it. She had been telling Buffy the truth during her

whacked out revenge kick. The only time Willow felt like anything was when

Tara looked at her. When those hazel eyes would see her as wonderful,

that’s when Willow was alive.

She didn’t have that anymore. She couldn’t ever find it again even if she

wanted to. Willow didn’t deserve that kind of love. Not ever again. She

deserved to be dead in the ground and rotting. She knew but everyone else

refused to acknowledge it.

But they were lucky that Willow was a coward. She couldn’t take her own

life. She wanted to, but death already tainted her hands. She could only

see Warren’s death and would chicken out. Willow really was a loser. First

a nerd, then a junkie, and now a spineless suicidal killer. Gee, she sure

was well rounded.

On the bright side, though she couldn’t kill herself maybe someone would do

it for her. Willow had been banking on Spike doing it for her. But low and

behold, he came back to town with a brand spanking new soul. Funny how

things turned out.

Anyway, her death, how would that come about. It didn’t take long for

Willow to figure out it wouldn’t. Buffy and the others made sure of that.

She began to understand what her death would do to them. After all the pain

she had already caused, Willow couldn’t bring herself to do that to them.

So, death was scraped. But as for staying in Sunnydale, that wouldn’t have

happened no matter what. They all knew, even Clem knew. They chose to

ignore it while Willow planned a way to get away from the whole mess. They

knew it was what she needed. Hell, they left her alone at times, giving her

the ample time to go away. Not that they wanted her gone, but they

understood that she would leave no matter what. They accepted it

subconsciously.

And she did leave. There was no way she would have stayed. Just packed

her bags and kissed them all goodbye. Given her magic stuff to Anya, hugged

Dawn and Buffy, and slept with Xander. Yeah, she knew that was stupid. But

they knew she was going and never coming back. And of all the people in her

life, Willow loved him the most. Sure, they were just friends, but they

couldn’t leave it at that. She wasn’t in love with Xander; he wasn’t in

love with her. It was like Spike and Anya. It just happened, and it was

nice. She left him while he slept.

On her way out of town, she swung by Spike’s-well, William’s crypt. He sat

huddled in the corner as usual, weeping from his nightmares. Buffy and Dawn

were trying to help him, but he would run from their comfort. He didn’t

deserve it, he was a monster. A lot like Angel, a lot like her. Damn but

souls were irritating.

She had knelt beside him, whispering comforting words into his ear. She

gave him a kiss and helped him back into his bed. She held his hand and

stroked his hair until he calmed. He had let the dye out of it. His hair

was brown again. But god he looked handsome like that.

He had squeezed her hand and thanked her. She smiled and told him she was

leaving. Told him that Buffy and Dawn would look out for him, and Xander

would be nicer. She promised to write to him and made him promise to write

her back. And if he ever picked up poetry again, she wanted to read it.

He kissed the back of her hand and said a tearful goodbye. She wiped the

blood off his cheeks and gave him another kiss. Then she picked up her bags

and left Sunnydale for good.

***

Jeff Hardy let his eyes wander the bar. He was drunk and knew it. He

wondered how he let Edge talk him into a drinking competition. The man in

question lay in a booth, head in Trish Stratus’s lap. He was worse off than

Jeff. Jeff had tried to warn him, but he wouldn’t listen. Jeff hadn’t been

beaten in a drink off since high school.

His eyes moved around the room, taking in the inhabitants. His older

brother Matt sat next to Trish, drinking and miserable over Lita. Jeff felt

for his brother. He missed Lita too, but Matt was her boyfriend. Matt was

missing out on a lot more. Of course, Matt loved Lita purely, but Jeff

couldn’t help thinking vulgar thoughts. It was the alcohol affecting his

brain.

Bubba Ray Dudley sat on the other side of Trish, not entirely happy that

Edge was burrowing his head in his girlfriend’s lap. Only the fact that

Trish kept nibbling on his neck kept him from putting Edge through the table

they had gathered around. RVD seemed to be the only one who was sober.

Probably because he was too busy kissing Torrie Wilson to actually take a

drink. God, those two had been down each other’s throat all night. It made

Jeff want to wretch.

That was it for wrestlers. Other ordinary people lounged about, half

drunk, half sober. No one of any real interest. The bar was pretty quiet.

Jeff figured that was because it was almost two in the morning. People

tended to be pretty soused by then and that usually put a damper on the

rowdiness.

His eyes fell on a lone figure at the bar. A little redhead downing a

shot. He watched her place her glass back on the counter and demand

another. The bartender refilled her glass, shaking his head slightly. The

redhead merely downed it again. She was pretty drunk too. Her eyes were

red and her face forlorn. Jeff wondered what made her so sad.

Without realizing he had done so, Jeff found himself settling in next to

the redhead. He peered at her closely in concern. She shot him a wary

look.

"Are you okay?" God he was drunk. He should really go back to minding his

own business by his friends, but he couldn’t leave.

The redhead turned in her seat, gazing at him closely. After apparently

deciding it was an honest question she turned back to her drink.

"I’m fine," was her curt reply.

"No you’re not," he protested. Yep, too drunk to know better.

"Why do you care?"

"I don’t like that you’re sad."

It was the truth.

The redhead just shook her head.

"Well, get used to it," she laughed mirthlessly. "I plan on staying sad

for awhile."

"How come?"

"Because I deserve it."

"No one deserves to be that sad."

"You don’t know me."

"I’d like to."

She gave him a sharp look at that one. Jeff wanted to kick himself. If he

weren’t liable to end up on the whole with massive injuries, he would have

done so. But then again, the redhead might do it for him.

"You don’t know what you’re asking," she finally replied.

"I think I do."

"You’re drunk."

"I know that."

"You don’t know what you want."

"Nah-uh. Alcohol makes you lose your inhibitions. It doesn’t make you

confuse what you want."

"You should leave soon."

"Why?"

She turned to look at him. God, she had beautiful green eyes. They were

filled with unshed tears. Lord, he wanted to hold her.

"Why?" he repeated.

"Because you might get what you asked for."

***

When Willow woke up the next morning, she had no clue where she was.

Sunlight streamed in from a window. There were white walls and decent

furnishings. It was a hotel room, but not her hotel room. Hell, Willow

knew this wasn’t her hotel. She had a feeling she did something stupid last

night.

Becoming aware of a heavy weight that was restricting her movements, Willow

glanced down and knew she did something stupid last night.

There was a man on her. She hoped it was a man. She couldn’t tell from

her angle. She could only see the top of his head, which was multicoloured.

She did a quick mental check and failed to come up a single demon that had

hair like Rainbow Brite. Which begged the question: who the hell was this

guy?

Willow tried to move out from under him, but he would have none of that.

The man had burrowed his head into Willow’s chest. His arms were wrapped

around her waist and he wasn’t letting go. Stubborn even in his sleep,

Willow wasn’t so sure she liked that.

She laid back and tried to remember the previous night. She went to a bar,

got drunk, blanked out, and woke up naked with Rainbow Brite. Damn, she was

off to a great start on her own.

Overwhelmed, Willow began struggling under the weight of her companion. It

didn’t get her anyway, but did wake him up.

He lifted his head and frowned at her. Willow’s heart stopped. He was

gorgeous, a little weird, but gorgeous. His green eyes stared into hers in

confusion.

"Sleep now," he mumbled, setting his head down again.

Willow rolled her eyes.

"No, get off now," she replied. She struggled anew and he just gripped her

waist tighter.

"Can’t, you’ll leave," he muttered.

Willow gave him a look.

"What?"

"You said last night that you would probably try to leave in the morning,"

he explained, begrudgingly becoming more awake. "You said if I wanted to

see you ever again, I better hold on pretty tight."

Willow went red.

"You have to let me go," she ordered him.

"So you can leave?" he lifted himself up on one elbow. It gave her some

breathing room, but not enough to get away.

"That’s the plan," she muttered, struggling again.

"I don’t think so," he laid back down on her. "I think I want to keep

you."

"You don’t get to decide!" Willow shouted at him. Who the hell was this

guy?

"Doesn’t matter," he shrugged. "I usually get what I want."

"Who are you?" she demanded.

"I’m Jeff," he answered.

"Well, Jeff," Willow glared at him. "You better let me go right now."

"But I want you to stay," he pouted.

"You don’t always get what you want," she informed him. "Now, let me go!"

"Stay," he whispered.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

She was silent for a moment.

"You don’t know why, do you?" he asked her.

"When did you become the expert on me?" she demanded in response.

"Last night," he answered. "You cried you would leave but that you didn’t

want to. You don’t want to be alone but you think you deserve to be sad."

"I do," she whispered, finally stopping her struggles.

"Be sad with me," he offered.

"Are you insane? I just met you."

He shrugged.

"Maybe, but I want you to stay."

"What if I don’t want to?" she countered.

"I have ways," he waggled his brows.

Willow had had enough.

"No."

Jeff readjusted himself so he lay right on top of the redhead. He bent his

head and delivered a kiss to her neck.

"Please?"

"No."

He continued to kiss her neck.

"Please?"

"No."

He made his way lower. His lips fluttered across her collarbone.

"Please?"

"No," with less resolve this time.

He kissed even lower. His lips caressed the top of her chest.

"Please?"

"N-no," she managed to stutter out.

He went lower. Willow gasped at the contact of his lips and her flesh.

"Please?"

"Wh-what?" she couldn’t think. He was distracting her.

"Please stay."

"I can’t," she whispered in a pained voice.

"Yes you can," he replied. "And you want to."

"What would I do here with you?"

"Travel with me."

"You travel a lot?"

"I’m a wrestler," he answered. "We travel a lot."

"I wouldn’t have anything-"

"You can be my manager."

"I don’t know anything about wrestling."

"But you could manage the managing."

"This is insane."

Jeff shrugged and resumed his kissing.

"Stop that!"

"Not until you agree to stay."

She glared down at the man. He merely grinned and continued to kiss his

way around her body. She tried to ignore it, but it didn’t work.

"Fine," she sighed.

He stopped and lifted his head to grin at her.

"Good," he climbed off her and yanked her to her feet.

Willow clutched at the bed sheets.

"Hello, naked here!" she protested.

He grinned again.

"Well aware of that," he whispered huskily in her ear. Willow went beet

red and starting protesting when he pulled on her arm.

"Where are we going?" she demanded.

"We’re going to take a shower," he replied mischievously.

It was the best damn shower she ever had.

***

"Are you insane?"

Matt rolled his eyes at Jeff. His younger brother shrugged and draped an

arm around their new manager.

"You have to come out there," he explained to her. "That’s what a manager

does."

"I’m not too sure about this manager thing," Willow replied sourly.

"Then why’d you agree in the first place?" Trish asked.

"I was under duress," Willow shot Jeff a glare.

"I bet you were under something all right," Edge smirked at her. Willow

went red and returned her attention to her clients.

"I have stage fright," she informed them.

Matt’s eyes bulged. When Jeff had come to him with the idea, he had been

against it. He assumed it was just some wrestling wannabe using his brother

to get into the WWE. Meeting with Willow, Matt quickly came to the

conclusion that it was entirely Jeff’s idea. The girl had no clue about

wrestling. And now, she had stage fright.

"You have stage fright," he repeated, rubbing his eyelids.

"That’s what I said," Willow huffed. "I’m not going out there."

"You have to," Jeff insisted again. "It’s what managers do."

"I don’t care, this whole thing was your stupid idea," Willow poked him in

the chest. "I could be in New York working at a diner or something."

"That’s your big goal?" Bubba asked in disbelief.

"No," Willow denied. "But at least I wouldn’t be dragged about in front of

thousands of people."

"Don’t forget the millions watching at home," Edge added helpfully. Willow

paled at that.

"Shut up Edge," Matt shook his head. "Look, Willow, if you want to stay

here with us you’re going to have to walk us out."

"Oh well," the redhead sighed. "It was nice knowing you."

She gave a quick wave and headed for the door. Jeff snagged her before she

got too far.

"You’re not leaving," he informed her.

"Damn it," she muttered in defeat. She turned pleading eyes on Matt.

"You’re his brother. Talk him out of this craziness."

"Red, I can’t talk him out of anything," Matt told her resignedly. "He’s

as stubborn as a mule and twice as dumb."

"Bite me Matt," Jeff shot back easily.

"Isn’t that what Willow’s here for?" Edge piped up.

Jeff frowned at him.

"Didn’t we tell you to shut up already?"

Edge shrugged.

"I didn’t listen."

Willow cleared her throat.

"Hello, remember me?" she waved for their attention. "I’m not going out

there. You can’t make me."

Trish sighed and climbed out of Bubba’s lap. She extended a hand to the

redhead.

"Come on," she urged. "I’ll help you out."

"No need for help. I’m not going out there, remember?"

Trish merely pulled Willow along with her, waving off the thankful look

Jeff shot at her. When the two women had left the locker room, Matt turned

on his brother.

"What are you thinking?" he demanded. "That girl has no business here.

She has stage fright for Christ’s sake."

"I want to keep her," Jeff replied stubbornly.

"Hate to break this to you Jeff, but she’s not some sort of pet you picked

up at the pound," Bubba reminded him.

"I know that," Jeff sighed, running his hands through his hair. "But if I

let her go, she’ll go back to being sad. And I don’t want that."

"You’ve known her for about two days," Matt interjected.

Jeff shrugged.

"I think I love her," was his only response.

"You think?" Edge repeated. "Dude, you slept with her and then refused to

let her leave your vicinity. I say that you definitely love her. Why, I

have no idea. Did you hit your head that night at the bar or something?"

"A head injury would be a welcome change," Matt commented dryly. "Then

maybe he’ll learn to think straight."

Jeff stuck his tongue out at his brother.

"She’ll be great," he insisted. "Just wait and see."

Matt shook his head again.

"She better be little brother."

***

Willow had ascertained that everyone in this company was insane. Jeff was

obviously way ahead of them in the acts of insanity, but it didn’t change

the fact that they were all crazy. Like this Trish Stratus woman. Didn’t

Willow already inform everyone that she was not going out to ringside? So

why was this woman helping her put on makeup while giving her advice?

"Just focus on Jeff," Trish advised. "Remember why you’re here?"

"I’m here because he uses cruel methods of persuasion," Willow muttered

darkly.

The blonde woman laughed.

"I think it’s just because he’s in love with you," she giggled.

Willow sighed.

"He’s not in love with me," she protested. "He doesn’t even know me."

"That may be the case, but he is in love with you," Trish gave the redhead

a meaningful look. "I’ve known Jeff Hardy a long time. Never have I seen

him this worked up over a girl."

"This is all insane, I’m not supposed to be here," Willow whispered.

"Where are you supposed to be?"

"Somewhere else," Willow replied. "Alone."

"Why alone?"

"Because I deserve it."

"No, you think you deserve it," Trish amended. "Fate may have a totally

different opinion."

"Fate’s a bitch," Willow stated bitterly.

"Fate’s fate," Trish replied, brushing out Willow’s long red hair. "It

just leads you down paths. What you do when you’re there is your choice.

But did you ever think that maybe you’re not meant to be alone?"

Willow frowned.

"If I wasn’t meant to be alone, Tara wouldn’t have died," Willow argued

pointedly.

"I don’t know who Tara is, but I’m sorry that she died," Trish gazed at the

young woman in front of her. "But what you could have with Jeff, that’s

important."

"I don’t love Jeff," Willow countered.

"But you might," Trish pointed out. "And maybe that’s why you met him."

Willow shook her head.

"I was meant for one person," Willow disagreed stubbornly. "She was taken

away from me. I should be alone now."

Trish sighed and wondered how she could get through to this girl. She

talked like her life was over. But didn’t she see?

Her life could begin all over again.

***

Willow stood with arms crossed glaring at the brothers in front of her.

With Trish’s help, she had transformed into quite a different Willow.

Eyeliner and shadow brought out her green eyes, her long red hair had been

let down from its customary ponytail, and she wore a lot of leather. Trish

had been kind, and Willow uses that word lightly, to lend her some ring

apparel. Tight leather pants and a tank top constituted ring apparel.

Willow felt like an idiot.

"Don’t I get a say in this?"

Jeff grinned.

"You’re our manager," he chuckled. "You had a say in that. This is what

that entails."

Willow glared at him.

"Say in that my foot," she muttered darkly.

Music started up. Matt and Jeff edged for the curtains. Willow stood

still for two seconds before she tried to turn tail and flee. Arms around

her waist prevented that from happening.

"Put me down!" she shrieked. Her demand fell on deaf ears. With a laugh,

Jeff pulled her through the curtains and onto the ramp. Lights and noise

bombarded her instantly. Willow faltered slightly, senses overwhelmed.

"I hate you," she sputtered at Jeff. He merely grinned and planted a kiss

on her neck. She shot him an exasperated look.

"The following match is for the WWE Tag Team Championships. Making their

way to the ring, being accompanied by Willow," cried the ring announcer.

"Matt and Jeff, the Hardy Boys!"

The crowd roared in approval. Willow dimly wondered who had told the

announcer her name. She had just recently been talked into this right?

Suddenly, Matt yanked her up and dragged her down the ramp, leaving a

slightly flabbergasted Jeff on the stage. Spinning her around a few times,

Matt put her on her feet at the ring.

"Climb in," he invited before sliding into the ring himself. Rolling her

eyes, Willow climbed the ring stairs and slipped between the ropes. Jeff

had caught up to them and was shooting his brother dirty looks for taking

off with his girl. Both Hardy brothers leapt to the turnbuckles and played

to the crowd. Willow watched in amusement as they raced from corner to

corner, jumping, dancing, and basically getting the fans psyched up. Only

when their music died did they calm down.

"Listen," Matt advised, approaching her. "When the others arrive, just

duck out of the ring. And stay away from Rico!"

"Rico?" Willow repeated, eyebrows raised.

Jeff opened his mouth to explain but was cut off by new music blaring out

across the arena. The fans jumped in with a chorus of "boos" as three

people appeared on the stage.

"Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Rico, they are the tag

team champions, Billy and Chuck!"

Willow gave an unimpressed chuckle at the sight of the opponents.

"Are those sideburns or Velcro?" she whispered to Matt.

The older Hardy laughed.

"Supposedly sideburns, but everyone has their doubts."

"Stay away from him Willow," Jeff warned her. "I don’t want him going

after you."

"Why would he do that?" Willow demanded. "I’m not in the match."

Matt and Jeff stared at her.

"You’ve never really watched a single show before, have you?"

Willow shook her head.

"Remind me to show you some tapes afterwards," Jeff told her, ushering the

redhead to the ropes.

Willow shot him a curious look before jumping down to ringside.

***

The match was fast paced and brutal. Willow cringed every few seconds when

a wrestler was slammed, choked, or just plain given a beating. She learned

a lot from that night at ringside.

First of all, she learned that not only were Matt and Jeff insane, they

were apparently suicidal as well. Her heart would leap up her throat every

time they performed one of their high-flying stunts. Halfway through the

match, Willow wondered how long she could be their manager before succumbing

to a heart attack.

The second thing she learned was that Billy and Chuck were really bad

cheaters. Their personal stylist Rico was as involved in the match as they

were. It made Willow’s blood boil.

The third thing she learned was that maybe Trish was on to something.

Willow didn’t have to be here, she let herself be dragged around by Jeff

Hardy. She could have left anytime after the bell rung, but she didn’t.

Hell, she could have left any point before this. Jeff had no right to keep

her here. She wasn’t being held captive. On some level, Willow liked the

prospect of staying with Jeff. He seemed to want to take care of her, and

that was a welcome change.

And the final thing Willow learned was what managers in the WWE were really

for. Towards the end of the match, she had seen Rico grabbed the belts and

go to offer them to Billy while Chuck had the ref distracted.

Marching over there, Willow grabbed onto the belts before Rico could pass

them along.

"I’ve had enough of you," she told him sternly, tugging on her end of the

titles. Rico shot her a disbelieving look and the two commenced a slight

tug-of-war over the titles. Seeing Billy stretch a hand out to her, Willow

promptly stepped on Rico’s foot. The stylist screamed and released his hold

on the belts. Stumbling from the force of it, Willow had inadvertently

struck Billy squarely in the head with the titles. She had stopped in her

tracks, staring open-mouthed at the man she had just clocked.

Snarling from behind warned her Rico had arisen. Willow whirled around,

bringing the belts down on the stylist’s head before she could really give

the situation a thought. The man crumpled down at her feet.

Willow looked on in shame.

***

Jeff had seen Rico approaching the ring with the belts. He also saw Willow

approach him and the slight confrontation they had. His heart constricted

when he saw Billy Gunn stretch a hand out to his redhead.

Frantically, he made his way over to the wrestler, only to be shocked when

Willow decked him with the titles. The ref had been distracted the entire

time. Matt crept up behind Chuck and threw him out of the ring. He looked

over at Jeff.

"Now little brother!" he instructed. Wasting little time, Jeff jumped up

to the turnbuckle. Matt set Billy up for him with a Twist of Fate. Rising

to his feet and balancing on top of the ring post, Jeff saluted the crowd

and flew into a Swanton bomb.

Recovering from the landing, Jeff pulled Billy in for the three count. The

crowd chanted along with the referee.

One. Two. Three.

They won. They won the tag titles. And it was mostly due to the little

redhead his brother had been so against bringing out with them.

Jeff turned to find Willow, to pull her into a celebration. Spotting her,

the young man stopped. She gazed down at a fallen Rico, title belts in her

hands. The redhead looked positively shameful. He exchanged a look with

Matt.

The elder Hardy shrugged and approached the redhead.

"We won, way to go Willow," he thanked her. Willow nodded mutely, still

holding the title belts to her chest. Matt gently pried them from her arms

and led her over to Jeff. The trio made their way up the ramp, the brothers

waving their belts in victory.

"The winners of this match and the new WWE Tag Team Champions, Matt and

Jeff, the Hardy Boys!"

The crowd gave them a thundering ovation. Jeff pulled Willow into a hug.

"I didn’t mean to hit him," she whispered to Jeff when he gathered her in

up his arms.

"It’s okay," Jeff told her. "It happens here. It’s not a big deal."

"Yes it is," she whispered back tearfully. "I don’t want to hurt anyone.

Not ever again."

Jeff frowned and hugged her tightly. He glanced at Matt over her head.

The elder brother looked at the redhead and shrugged. Jeff wondered what

she was talking about. She was a sweet little thing.

How did she hurt anyone before? And why never again?

***

Willow was still feeling miserable later in the evening. She sat on the

hotel bed, hair still wet from the shower. She was watching television, an

old rerun of Scooby Doo. Jeff was in the shower. Yes, she was staying with

him. Why, who the hell knew? It made as much sense as her being his

manager.

She watched idly as Scooby and Shaggy ran from another unidentifiable

monster. Willow gave a half-hearted laugh when they stumbled across another

hidden hallway. Amazing the abundance of hidden hallways in Scooby Doo

cartoons. And how come they almost always ended up in a mansion? It was

repetitive.

"I can’t believe I’m here dissecting Scooby Doo," she muttered to herself.

"I’m worse than Xander."

"Who’s Xander?"

She looked up at the question. Jeff walked in, rubbing his hair with a

towel. He was shirtless and Willow had no problem with that. She decided

that even if she wasn’t happy with Jeff, there was no reason for her to be

upset with his body.

She raked her eyes over his midsection. Nope, no reason to be upset with

his body.

Jeff looked down at her, an expectant look in his eyes.

"What?"

"Who is Xander?" he repeated.

"Just some guy," she replied vaguely. She watched in amusement as he

stiffened physically.

"A guy," he repeated. "Some sort of ex-boyfriend guy?"

"Kind of," she smirked at him. "Jealous?"

"Yes," he answered truthfully. "I like you too much to imagine you with

other guys."

"Would girls be okay?" she asked.

He grinned.

"More than okay," he assured her.

Willow shook her head. She was reminded of that talk her and Tara had with

Anya not too long ago.

"You’re a pervert," she told him.

"Nah, just all things Willow turn me on," he grinned, climbing onto the bed

with her. Willow watched him approach with a wary eye.

"I make you perverted?" she asked, backing up when he continued to advance.

"If you look at it like that way," he shrugged, coming to a stop when he

was directly on top of her. Jeff grinned down at the redhead beneath him.

"I like to think of it in pleasanter terms."

"Such as?" Willow asked as he bent to kiss her neck.

"Love," he whispered in her ear.

Willow sighed and pushed at him.

"You don’t love me," she told him.

"I’d beg to differ."

"You don’t know me."

"Give me a chance. I could."

"You might not like what you find out."

"That’s awfully pessimistic," he told her.

"It’s the truth," she looked up at him. "Run while you can."

"I think I’ll stay," he smiled at her.

"Why?"

He grinned and proceeded to show her why.

***

They fell into a bit of a pattern then. Willow would accompany Matt and

Jeff almost everywhere in her capacity as manager. Autographs sessions,

house show, promotional tours, you name it, she was there. She was getting

quite a following too. Signs began to appear, linking her name with the

Hardys. She had her own bio on the WWE Website. Hell, she even had her own

t-shirt. It read "Green-Eyed Monster" on the front along with her picture.

The back had "Jealous?" on it.

Matt and Jeff continued their reign as tag champs. They had the

traditional rematch with Billy and Chuck. Rico spent the entire match

trying to make her pay for the turn out of the first one. Unfortunately for

him, Edge and Bubba had been put on Willow duty. The time that the man

approached her during the match, the two of them ran down to ringside and

proceeded to give him the beat down of his life. Even though Willow knew he

had it coming, she still felt guilty. She was the cause of another person’s

pain. It just didn’t end for her.

Anyway, she got a legion of four wrestling protectors. When Test had tried

to hit on her, Matt and Jeff jumped him in the backstage. When Brock Lesnar

and Paul Heyman tried to attack her, Bubba and Edge interfered. She was

never without protection, and she really didn’t mind it.

Matt was fast turning out to be her friend. He was like the parent of the

group. He would settle squabbles and look out for everyone. He would often

just sit with Willow when she was feeling bad about one of the beat downs

happening at her expense. He never tried to say anything. Just sat next to

her, going through his wrestling gear. Willow appreciated it.

Edge and Bubba were darlings. They took care of her like a pair of older

brothers. They fended off unwanted advances, kept an eye on her while she

was at ringside, and brought her a lot of ice cream. They would even insist

on taking her out for cones certain nights. They babied her.

Trish was fast becoming her girlfriend. Any time Willow felt overwhelmed

by the males attending to her, Trish would somehow sense it. She would grab

the redhead and wave the men off with a proclamation of "girl time". They

went shopping, painted toenails and even had a sleepover once. Not more

than once because their respective guys didn’t want to be without them for

too long.

And Jeff, what could she say about Jeff? He was fast becoming the centre

of her life. Though she denied it, deep down she believed it when Jeff told

her that he loved her. He didn’t say it a lot, because it usually put her

in one of her moods. But slowly, Willow was becoming convinced. It would

have been great to ignore it, but she couldn’t. It made her sad to think

she would have to leave because of that. When people loved her, they ended

up ass deep in shit they could no way handle. Or they ended up dead.

Willow didn’t have the best track record with love.

And the prospect of leaving depressed her. Ever since Tara died, Willow

had been haunted. She could only remember two things: Tara’s death and

Warren’s death. Though she didn’t feel sorry for killing him, she did feel

bad about the act itself. Murder was wrong, no matter what the reason. And

she felt guilty that there were people in Warren’s life who would miss him.

As for Tara, there was always that dull ache in her heart when Willow

thought of the blonde witch who she loved so much. It was ever present.

She had lost the love of her life. It was all she could think of at times.

But when she was with Jeff, she could forget for a while. This strange man

with his rainbow hair could make her forget she was miserable. At nights,

with him inside her, kissing her, telling her he loved her, Willow could

almost believe this was reality. That this is what she was meant for, where

she should be. Tara and Warren faded into the background. The guilt, the

pain, the hurt, it was gone. She could even forget the hell that is

Sunnydale California when she was with him.

But in the mornings, it would all come back to her. Tara, Warren, her

actions, the pain she inflicted, and the pain she felt. It would all come

back and Willow would have to stop herself from crying. Even with Jeff

lying with her, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, couldn’t deflect

those emotions in the mornings. Willow remembered everything she lost and

everything she had thrown away. And she would resolve to leave that day.

Then Jeff would wake up. He had some sort of six sense when it came to

Willow. Whenever she would make up her mind, he would wake. He would rise

and drag her into the shower. He wouldn’t leave her side until the thought

left her. Until he knew she wouldn’t leave the second he turned around.

It was all mounting to the one thing she had feared from the beginning of

this whole mess. The one thing she didn’t deserve, something that she

should be denied for the rest of her life. And the one thing she was too

much a coward to stop.

Willow Rosenburg was falling in love with Jeff Hardy.

***

Willow really should have seen this coming. She knew she couldn’t run from

her old life no matter what, but she thought she would have a brief hiatus.

But she should have at least expected it. She banked entirely too much on

the fact that none of her friends watched wrestling. However, she forgot

that she didn’t know one Charles Gunn that well.

So it was in LA when her old life met headfirst with her new one. Funny,

until it happened, Willow didn’t know she considered this to be her new

life. She didn’t figure this was a life. It was just something that

happened after she left. She had never planned on staying, and yet, four

months later, she was still there.

She felt it that first morning in the City of Angels. She had been

sleeping, Jeff tucking her into his body. They never slept any different.

Always with him holding onto her. It was like he really was afraid she

would leave him while he slept.

Anyway, it was morning, late morning at that. Jeff was a late sleeper.

Willow never used to be that way, but she guessed Jeff was rubbing off on

her.

So it was late morning when Willow stirred. Her eyes fluttered open and

she knew. Sitting upright, her mind whirled. Of course it would happen,

she had been stupid to think it wouldn’t. It didn’t matter that no one she

knew watched wrestling, he always knew. Willow figured that out a long time

ago.

"What’s wrong?" Jeff mumbled, slowly waking up.

"I’m going downstairs," she explained, hurriedly reaching for clothing.

"What? Why? You hungry?"

"Nope," Willow shook her head. "Gotta meet someone."

"What? Who?" but his question fell on deaf ears as the redhead was already

out the door.

Grumbling, Jeff rushed to get dressed and follow his sort-of girlfriend.

***

She felt it the moment she exited the elevator. She cast a glance around

the lobby. Nope, not there. That left the hotel restaurant.

"Willow?" she heard someone call her name. The redhead turned to see her

friends seated at a table eating breakfast.

"You two are never up this early," Trish frowned at her friend. "Where’s

Jeff?"

"He’s coming," Willow answered distractedly, eyes scanning the tables.

Then she saw him, seating in the shadows, watching her intently.

"Angel," she breathed.

"What did you say?" Matt looked at her in concern. He exchanged glances

with Trish, Bubba, and Edge. "Are you okay-"

"Excuse me for a second," Willow brushed them off. She made her way to the

corner where he sat waiting.

Jeff came running up at that second. Matt grabbed his arm when he started

to follow the redhead.

"What?" Jeff demanded.

"I think she needs some privacy," he gave his younger brother a look. "Sit

down."

Jeff sat down in a huff, eyes intent on Willow. He watched as she

approached some tall guy in the corner. The man stood and enveloped his

redhead into a large hug. Jeff bristled.

"Who the hell is that guy?"

***

"Angel," Willow stated, stopping in front of his table.

The dark haired vampire rose to his feet and pulled her into a massive hug.

"Willow," he said in relief. Willow hugged him back, eyes prickling with

tears.

He pulled back and stared into her eyes.

"How did you find me?"

"How could I not little one?" he smiled at her. "I can always tell when

you’re near. One of the side effects, remember?"

Willow nodded. She had forgotten about that. When she had done the soul

restoration spell, it made a connection between her and the vampire. In

order for his soul to remain in power over the demon, her soul fed his. So

while Buffy would always be his beloved, the little redhead was in fact his

soul mate.

"And Gunn is a rabid wrestling fan," Angel added, grinning. "He brought me

one of your shirts. Interesting."

"What are you doing here?" she whispered.

"How could I stay away?"

"Are you going to answer every question with a question?" she frowned at

him. "Cause that is so annoying."

Angel chuckled at her.

"Same old Willow," he smiled.

"I wish," the redhead grumbled.

Angel pulled her into a seat.

"So," he started.

"So," she repeated. "What’s up?"

"Oh nothing, just this friend of mine up and left one day," Angel answered.

"And just when we thought we would never see her again, she shows up on

national television. On wrestling no less."

"Sounds kind of unbelievable to me," Willow giggled.

"Yeah, especially since she suffers from terrible stage fright," Angel

looked at her suspiciously. "And this one guy with multi-coloured hair is

always hanging all over her."

Willow rolled her eyes.

"Relax big brother," she admonished him. "I am an adult. I can handle

guys hanging all over me."

"Good, because that guy is so in love with you, he can’t see two inches in

front of his face."

Willow sighed and looked at the tabletop.

"Is that what you came to tell me?" she asked. "Cause I kind of already

knew that."

"I came to see if you love him back."

Willow frowned.

"I think that’s a little personal."

"Well, I’m asking anyway," Angel looked her right in the eyes. "That guy

could get seriously hurt. Could you do that Willow?"

"Look Angel, I’m not in the mood for lectures."

"Well, I think you need one," he interjected. "Willow, Tara is gone."

"Don’t you think I know that?" Willow shook with immediate rage.

"I don’t think you do," Angel replied softly. "You’re clinging to

something that is gone. And if you aren’t careful, your Jeff is going to

get emotionally scarred."

Willow was silent.

"Do you care about him?"

"Yes," was the whispered reply.

"Do you love him?"

"I don’t know. I don’t deserve to be loved-"

"Wait," Angel held up his hand. "You never use to let me get away with

that kind of self-loathing, I’m going to return the favour. If anyone on

this earth deserves that kind of love, it’s you."

Willow smiled at him.

"Thanks."

"You’re welcome. Now about Jeff."

"He takes care of me," Willow sighed. "It feels so nice. And he needs me;

he clings to me like some sort of lifeline. I don’t know if I am in love

with him, but I know I could be."

"And?"

"And that makes me afraid."

Angel nodded.

"I know that you want to leave behind your old life, and I get that. And I

won’t intrude any longer-"

"You’re not intruding," Willow quickly interrupted.

"Yeah, that’s why you ran in here like the devil was on your trail," he

shot her a grin. "I understand clean breaks Willow. But I do want to leave

you with some food for thought."

He leaned in close.

"That guy, Jeff, he loves you. I can see it from just watching television.

You can’t fake that kind of love. And sometimes, just sometimes, I see

you smiling around him. That makes me think you do love him back. But even

if you think that isn’t enough to replace what you lost, know this. When

Jeff looks at you, even from television, I can see that to him, you are the

most wonderful creature on this earth."

Willow paused at that. Angel leaned over and placed a kiss on her

forehead.

"And before I forget, here you go," Angel placed a bag of gifts in front of

her.

"Oh Angel-"

"Please," he held his hand again. "Do you think any of us would have

forgotten your birthday?"

He placed another kiss on her head.

"Be happy Willow," he advised her. "It’s the one thing we all want for

you."

And then he walked away, leaving Willow’s thoughts in turmoil.

***

Jeff watched as the mysterious man kissed his girl, not once but twice. He

was twitching by the end of it. Matt just held onto his arm, shooting him

warning looks. The whole group watched as the man put on his coat and

walked away from Willow.

In passing, he stopped next to their table, giving all a brief glance.

"Take care of her," he told them. "And Jeff, if you hurt my friend, I will

beat you to death with a shovel."

And then he left.

***

"I’ll go," Trish jumped up before any of the males could rise. She hurried

over to her redheaded friend. Willow remained seated at the table where the

strange man had left her. Trish took the seat beside her.

"Willow?"

The redhead glanced up at her.

"Hey Trish," she greeted. "And before you ask, that was Angel. A very old

friend of mine. He came to check up on me."

Trish nodded.

"Jeff is about to explode," Trish informed her.

Willow sighed and grabbed the bag Angel had handed her.

"Let’s go calm him down."

Trish rose to follow her when the blonde took notice of the bag.

"Is it your birthday or something?" she joked, looking at the bag of

presents.

"Well . . ."

"Willow!" the blonde stopped in her tracks. "How could you not tell us

your birthday was coming?"

"It’s not that important," Willow protested feebly.

Trish rolled her eyes.

"Yeah right. How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"And you didn’t think to tell us?"

"Twenty-two is not a landmark age."

"That’s besides the point!" Trish put her hands on her hips. "It’s your

birthday and you didn’t even tell us."

"It’s not-"

"Yes, it is," Trish interrupted. "And you are so going to celebrate. I’m

taking you shopping."

"Fine," Willow rolled her eyes. "Birthday shopping would be nice. Now,

let’s go diffuse my boy- Jeff."

Trish followed her, smirking at the near slip. Willow thought of Jeff as

her boyfriend. Maybe there was hope for them after all.

***

"Trish, I’m have never been more tired in my life," Willow complained.

"You’re an evil shopper."

"No, I’m an effective one," Trish grinned at her. "You look about as worn

out as Jeff’s credit card."

Willow winced at that.

"I’m going to pay him back," she protested.

Trish scoffed.

"Like he would let you," the blonde rolled her eyes. "Boyfriends spend

money on their girlfriends. They don’t expect reimbursements."

"Is that why you maxed out Bubba’s Visa?" Willow needled her friend.

"He shouldn’t have given it to me if he didn’t want to run that risk,"

Trish sniffed. "Besides, most of this stuff is for him to enjoy as well."

Trish hefted the Victoria’s Secret bag. Willow grinned.

"Yeah, he might be okay if you show him what you bought."

"Definitely," the blonde giggled. They turned down the hallway leading to

their locker room. "I just hope he can wait until after the show."

"He won’t have to," Willow smirked. "Most of what you wear at ringside

would make those look decent."

Trish huffed and shoved at the giggling redhead.

"This is the thanks I get for taking you shopping on your birthday," the

blonde wiped away a fake tear. "I’m so under appreciated."

"Usually you’re just under Bubba," Willow couldn’t help adding.

"Oh, like your Miss Restraint and Virtue around Jeff," Trish raised an

eyebrow. "Don’t you think I know what you two do all night long?"

"Look! We reached the locker room!" Willow beamed at her friend. "Let’s

drop this conservation and go inside."

Trish smiled at the redhead’s back.

"Anything you say."

***

Willow knew something was up when she entered the locker room to find it

pitch dark.

"What the f-"

"SURPRISE!" came a collective shout. Lights were turned down and various

wrestlers came tumbling into her view. Willow froze. Her eyes flicked to

the Happy Birthday sign strung across the wall. She took in the balloons

and streamers, and the huge pile of gifts. She turned to Trish.

"What?" the blonde smirked. "You think you would have gotten off so

easily?"

Willow smiled and hugged her friend.

"Thank you," she smiled. Drawing back, she whacked Trish on the arm.

"But never do anything like this again!"

"Ooh, here come the boys!" Trish said, twirling her around.

Matt, Edge, and Bubba engulfed Willow into a large hug.

"Happy Birthday Red!" Matt grinned, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"We bought you an ice cream cake," Edge informed her.

"How come I’m not surprised," she replied dryly.

Bubba shrugged.

"You know us too well, but not well enough. Otherwise, you would have seen

this coming a mile away."

Jeff pushed his way through the other men and took the redhead into his own

arms. Planting a kiss on her lips, he grinned down at Willow.

"Surprised?"

"Totally," she gave him a smile. "But if you ever do this to me again,

I’ll beat you to death with a shovel."

Jeff faltered at her words. She frowned at him.

"What?"

"That’s the second time today I heard that," he looked at her

inquisitively. "Is that shovel thing something significant where you come

from?"

Willow frowned and then understood.

"Stupid overprotective vampire."

Jeff just shot her another strange look.

"What did you just say?"

Willow just smiled and kissed him.

"Wouldn’t you like to know."

***

Things were rushed after that. Lita, the redheaded companion to the Hardy

Boys, returned a few weeks after Willow’s birthday. There was a bit of

apprehension on Willow’s part. On one hand, Lita returning to retake her

post would give Willow the perfect reason to leave. On the other hand,

Willow didn’t want to leave. She didn’t analyze that feeling much. She

just chalked it up to sex. Yup, Willow was staying for the nookie, not at

all for the man who loved her like no tomorrow.

And if she told herself that enough, she would almost believe it. Then

Jeff would wander into the room and do something to make her smile. A

non-sexual thing to make her smile. Willow just liked being around him. As

much as she fought it, she was in a relationship with the young daredevil.

Anyway, her fears were unfounded. Lita returned and accepted the other

redhead. In fact, Lita was added to Willow’s list of clients. And she was

cool. Willow really appreciated Lita’s friendliness. The redhead

incorporated Willow into the fold instead of rejecting her out of jealousy.

And from what Willow had seen in the WWE, she had really been expecting the

jealousy thing.

Though Trish remained possibly her best friend, Lita soon became another

close friend. The three girls took to hanging out a lot. They had numerous

sleepovers because none of the guys seemed to want to piss Lita off.

Jeff and Matt lost the titles a little later. Those creeps from the NWO

had stolen them. That big jerk off Kevin Nash had interfered, allowing

X-Pac and Booker T to pick up the win. Willow had seethed for about a

month. A minor feud between Team X-treme and the NWO developed. It ended

when Kevin tried to drag Willow physically into it. Bubba and Edge gave him

such a savage beat down; the big man had been out for a month. The rest of

the goons backed off after that, but kept the titles. Ironically, they lost

them to Billy and Chuck two weeks later. The Hardys were contenders for the

titles. Things had almost come full circle.

Willow was comfortable. She wasn’t as easily depressed anymore. Her moods

were cheerier. She took up babbling again. One knew that Willow Rosenburg

was happy if she was babbling. Her friends thought it was hysterical. Jeff

found it a turn on. Big surprise there. She could take up bottle

collecting and he would find it sexy. The guy was one big hormone where it

concerned Willow. Not that she was complaining or anything. She rather

enjoyed it. She wasn’t use to having that kind of effect on guys. It was

nice.

Things with Jeff were an all around nice. He even took her home for

Christmas holidays. His family was great, especially his dad. Matt, being

the considerate one, had brought her a menorah. Jeff one-upped him by

taking Willow to a synagogue. He had sat next to her while she sat

listening to the service. He didn’t understand a lot of it and plenty of

the patrons were looking at him funny. He just held Willow’s hand. It made

her heart do funny flitting things.

Things would have remained great if she hadn’t messed them up. But what

could she do? Even though Willow liked her life here, it wasn’t real. None

of her friends knew anything about her life prior to this. And she didn’t

think they would understand. So this was temporary. At least it was

supposed to be.

That changed one January morning. Trish had taken her shopping. They had

been walking and chatting like they normally do when Willow caught a glimpse

of multi-coloured hair. She did a double take.

"Is that Jeff?" she asked, edging closer to the shop she had seen him in.

"Ah, I don’t think so," Trish denied nervously. "Let’s go-"

Willow didn’t hear the rest of her words. It was Jeff. He, Matt, and Lita

were in a jewellery shop. She entered it quietly and then she heard them.

"Willow will love it," she heard Lita assure Jeff. Willow’s eyes flicked

to thing she would love. And her heart stopped.

They were standing in front of a display of rings. Engagement rings. And

Jeff was buying one for her.

She dropped her bags. Trish by that time had followed Willow in. The

blonde was trying to get her to leave before the others noticed, but it was

too late.

Jeff turned and saw her there. That’s when Willow got a good look at the

ring. It was gorgeous. An emerald surrounded by diamonds. And it was for

her.

"Willow, you weren’t-"

Willow didn’t hear the rest. She turned and ran out of the shop.

***

Willow raced into her hotel room, breathless. Edge and Bubba had tried to

intercept her in the lobby, but she had pushed past them. No doubt they had

gotten a call from Trish warning them of the incoming redhead.

Willow stumbled over to her bags. Jeff brought her an engagement ring.

That meant he wanted to be engaged. That would mean this whole temporary

thing would become permanent. That wasn’t right.

She hurriedly shoved clothes into her suitcases. She couldn’t marry Jeff.

Jeff knew nothing about her. He didn’t know about Tara or Warren. He

hasn’t seen the things that go bump in the night. He hasn’t been exposed to

the amount of death Willow has. And he would be in no way safe from Willow

if she ever went down that path again.

Tears blurred her vision. She couldn’t believe she had to leave because

the man who loved her wanted to marry her. It was all backwards.

Willow angrily brushed her tears away. Crying wouldn’t solve anything.

Crying wouldn’t bring Tara back, wouldn’t erase what she had done, and would

in no way erase the pain she was about to cause. This was going to break

Jeff, but it was for his own good. Willow was dangerous, poison to

everything she touched. She was surprised things had been going so well.

But it all came to an end now.

"Willow!" Jeff shot through the door. "You have to let me-"

He stopped when he saw what she was doing. Willow’s heart broke at the

look on his face.

"No," he whispered.

"Yes," she replied firmly. "I let this carry on for too long. It’s over."

"NO!" this time in a yell. "I can’t believe you’re leaving because I want

to marry you."

"Why do you want to marry me?" she countered. "Because you love me? You

don’t know me!"

"Yes, I do!" Jeff’s eyes were frantic. "I do know you. You’re Willow.

You hate frogs, are scared of spiders, and love cookies and cream ice cream.

You watch Scooby Doo when you’re depressed. You watch old vampire movies

and chuckle about how they are so wrong. You babble when happy and go into

stony silences when you’re not. You have stage fright, but you muster the

courage to walk out in front of thousands. You’re fiercely loyal and you

love your friends. And you’re running. You’ve been running for a long

time."

"And the pattern continues," she muttered, eyes burning from his words.

"A year Willow," he whispered. "You’ve been with me for a year. How can

you throw it all away?"

"Have you ever stopped to think I don’t love you!" she shrieked. That was

low, she knew it. But he wasn’t backing off so she called for drastic

measures.

Jeff’s eyes darkened at that one. He moved towards her, gripping her face

in his hands.

"If you don’t love me, then why are you crying right now?" he demanded.

Willow was silent. She pushed him away and turned to look out the window.

"I can’t keep you here," his voice broke the silence. "I’ve tried for a

year, but that isn’t how I want it. I want you here with me because you

want to be here. So, no more tricks, no more games. I love you and I want

you to stay. And after a year, I hope that’s enough."

Willow remained looking out the window. She didn’t trust herself to speak.

"I’m going to the arena," he spoke again. "Either you’ll be here or you

won’t."

She heard him place something on the dresser. He picked up his wrestling

gear and left.

Willow sunk to the floor and cried.

***

Jeff met his friends out in the hallway.

"Let’s get to the arena," he told them quietly.

"Jeff, let us talk to her," Trish offered, pointing at herself and Lita.

"We can-"

"No," he interrupted. "This time it’s all Willow. She can stay or leave,

it’s her choice. Time to see what she really wants. I can only pray she

wants me."

"It’ll be okay little brother," Matt patted his arm. "She loves you. I

know it."

"It isn’t about her loving me," Jeff whispered. "It’s about her letting go

and staying with me."

With that, he stalked off to the elevator. His friends followed

sympathetically behind him. Matt shot a look at the closed hotel room door.

He prayed Willow came to her senses. And fast. His brother’s heart

couldn’t take much more of this.

***

Willow was still crying. She didn't know for how long, but she knew it had

been a while. Things were kind of blurring together. Jeff had left for the

arena and she was leaving. There was no way around it. Willow had to leave.

"Are you sure about that?"

Willow lifted her head at the sound of the familiar voice. Through the film

of tears she saw the impossible. Willow jerked upright.

"Oh great," she muttered. "Now I'm hallucinating."

Tara, or maybe just a vision of Tara, shrugged her shoulders.

"It's entirely possible," the blonde witch agreed. "But then again, it's

also possible that you're just dreaming or that I am really here."

"You're not here," Willow whispered, broken. "You left me."

"I didn't leave you baby," Tara smiled at her. "I died, but I didn't leave

you. Not in your heart. But that's not why I'm here."

"Why are you here?"

"To stop you from royally screwing up your life," Tara replied. She looked

Willow straight in the eyes. "This isn't like you Willow."

"What? Jeff?" Willow was confused. "I guess I always knew I was more

bisexual than gay-"

"Not that," Tara rolled her eyes. "I mean, running from him. Is that what

you really want to do?"

"I have to do it," Willow replied evenly.

"No you don't," Tara shook her head. "You're drowning in despair baby. I

don't want you to end up like that. I want you to happy. And if Jeff makes

you happy, why are you running?"

"He doesn't know the truth-"

"You never told him the truth," Tara interrupted. "Do you really think it

would change the way he feels about you?"

"Yes, murder changes everything!"

"You can't live in the past Willow," Tara looked at her with sadness. "You

have to let it go. I'm gone baby, but you're still here. And people here

love you. You weren't sent to Jeff by accident. I knew he would be the one

to fill that hole you created inside yourself."

"So now you're taking responsibility for me and Jeff," Willow raised her

eyebrows.

"Don't look at me like that," Tara admonished. "You know, that Trish woman

was right. She's overly well endowed, but she was right. Fate has something

more in store for you than a lifetime of loneliness and despair. But Fate

can only do so much. You have to take some action on your own."

"What do you want me to do?" Willow moaned. "I can't forget about you-"

"No one asked you to," Tara interrupted once more. "Remember me always,

but don't stop living on account of it."

Willow was silent.

"Answer me this: Do you love Jeff?"

"Yes," was the whispered reply.

"Then, isn't your choice made? Could you really lose him?"

"If it keeps him safe from me, yeah I could."

Tara shook her head.

"Jeff was never in any danger from you," the blonde witch smiled at her

former lover. "But if you really could stand to lose him, I'd check out the

television right about now."

"What?" Willow looked confused.

"Call it a test," Tara shrugged. "Either way, by the end of the night, you

should know where you stand."

And then the blonde witch disappeared from sight.

***

Willow sat on the hotel room floor. She wasn't sure if that was real or

just some product of her mind. She didn't really want to know. Her eyes

flicked to the television set in front of the bed. Resignedly, she flicked

it on. Surprise, surprise, wrestling was on. Willow could hear JR and the

King conversing.

"Damn those NWO jerks," she heard JR exclaim. "The Hardys had won their

titles and then they did that!"

The camera flicked to a scene of carnage. Remnants of a broken table and

scattered dented chairs littered the ringside area. Willow picked out a

piece of blue hair amid the destruction.

"Jeff Hardy isn't moving," JR announced. Willow's heart constricted.

"God, I can't believe that!" the King exclaimed. "JR, I can't tell. Is he

even breathing?"

Willow tore out of the room.

***

Willow hated hospitals. Nothing good ever happened if it involved the

hospital. All those people who she had seen die in a hospital. Not to

mention all the times she was in the hospital herself. Hospitals stank.

She raced through the halls, skidding to a stop in front of the nurses’

desk. When she had phoned Trish, the woman had informed Willow Jeff had been

taken to the hospital for treatment. She didn't say what was wrong, just

that he hadn't regained consciousness before he left. That didn't ease

Willow's mind at all.

The cab ride over all Willow did was debate her actions. So she was going

to see him, she never said she didn't care about him. And she didn't want

him hurt. Of course, by leaving, she was inflicting a great amount of

emotional hurt on him. But she did believe in some ways that it was best for

him. Her thoughts went on and on in that pattern. Soon her head hurt too

much for her to analyze any longer. Her goal had become to get to the

hospital, to get to Jeff. And possibly breaking every bone in Kevin Nash's

body. Bastard put Jeff through a table, and that was one of the pleasanter

things he had done. Nash was really lucky she wasn't a practicing witch

anymore.

At the nurses' desk, Willow hit a roadblock.

"Where is Jeff Hardy?"

The nurse attending rolled her eyes.

"Look miss, we understand that Mr. Hardy has quite a number of fans, but

you cannot see him. That's restricted to family and friends."

Willow seethed.

"I'm not some stupid fan!" she hissed at the nurse. "Now let me in!"

"If you're not a fan, then who are you?" the nurse demanded.

Willow stilled. She reached into her jacket pocket and squeezed the item

there. Jeff had left it on the dresser. It was the ring, the engagement ring

that had sent her into hysterics. And made her pack to leave. The nurse had

a point. Who was she?

Coming to an answer after so long, Willow raised her eyes to meet the

nurse. Pulling her Resolve Face to the front, Willow answered.

"I'm his fiancée."

***

Matt had seen Willow come in. His hopes went soaring. His brother had been

so depressed after their fight. The only times he came to in the ride to the

hospital were spent demanding for the redhead. It broke his heart to tell

Jeff that she wasn't there. He had cried. Jeff Hardy had cried when he heard

that Willow hadn't come. It made Matt so angry. He just left Jeff with Lita

with the intention of finding Willow and yelling at her.

That's when he saw her come in. Her eyes were frantic, face paler than

usual, and tears coming down her cheeks. He watched in silence the

altercation between her and the nurse. And he heard the words. The words

that convinced him that everything would be okay.

"I'm his fiancée."

Matt had run out into the foyer and wrapped Willow up in his arms. The

redhead was shocked but responded none the less.

"Thank god," he mumbled into her hair. "I thought I was going to have to

come after you."

"Well, I would have deserved it," Willow laughed. She pulled away from

Matt, eyes worried.

"Is he . . ."

"He's fine," Matt assured her. "Bruised ribs and a concussion, but that's

it."

"That's it huh?" Willow raised her eyebrows. Matt grinned at her.

"You know us. He's actually had worse than this. Physically anyway."

Willow cast her eyes down.

"Emotionally, I pretty much jerked him around," she finished shamefully.

"Willow, did you mean that?" Matt asked. "About being his fiancée?

Because if you didn't, I don't think I can let you in to see him."

The redhead nodded.

"I meant it," she affirmed. "But the question remains whether or not he

wants me to be."

Matt laughed at her.

"Right, like that's a hard one. He'd walk through Hell and back to have you

with him."

Willow grimaced at his choice of words.

"I still have things to tell him," she told Matt. "And if he still

wants to be with me by the end of it, then I'm staying."

"Well," Matt smiled at her. "Let me be the first to say, welcome to the

family."

***

When Jeff came to, he was aware of a slight headache. Okay, he was aware

that his head felt like someone had tried to crack it open with a

nutcracker. He really hated being put through tables.

Jeff turned to the side and caught a flash of red hair. His heart rose.

Willow!

Hearing his movements, the redhead raised her head. His heart sank to see

Lita smiling at him in relief.

"Oh boy you had us worried!" Lita exclaimed, reaching over to give him a

hug. He groaned a little when she put some pressure on his bruised ribs.

"Oh right, sorry," she gave him an apologetic grimace.

"It's okay," he mumbled. He had his health, but no Willow. Oh well, he

would survive. Yeah right.

Lita saw the look on his face and understood.

"She's not here man," she whispered softly. Jeff nodded and felt a lump

rising in his throat. He was too old to be crying over girls.

"I mean, Edge and Bubba had to carry her out of here, but she will be back.

Crazy girl. Spent the entire night here, not eating or sleeping-"

"Wait!" Jeff interrupted. "She was here?"

Lita gave him a devilish grin.

"Of course she was here. And she wouldn't leave. Edge and Bubba slung her

over their shoulders to take her back to the hotel. She just went to get a

change of clothes and some food. Nearly drove herself insane all night at

your bedside."

"She was here," Jeff whispered. He grinned like an idiot.

"She was here!" he repeated louder.

Lita rolled her eyes.

"That's what I said. Damn you boys are hard of hearing."

"When will she be back?" he demanded. Jeff didn't care that Lita was

kidding with him; he just wanted his redhead right now.

"How's about now?" a soft voice came from the doorway. There framed by the

figures of his friends stood Willow. She had stayed.

"Can we get a minute?" Willow asked the others. They shuffled away from the

door. Lita discreetly pulled the blinds shut and shut the door on her way

out.

Willow and Jeff just stared at one another. He broke the silence first.

"Come here."

She all but flew into his arms. He raised her up and pulled her down on his

body. Their lips met in a furious kiss.

***

"Don’t," came the warning from Lita. She shot Bubba a dirty look as the

big man edged away from the door.

"It’s been a little while," he whined. "I want to know what’s happening."

"Use your imagination," Edge waggled his eyebrows.

Lita turned a death glare on her friend.

"Oh come on," he insisted. "What else would they be doing?"

"Maybe we should knock loudly or something," Trish mused. "Wouldn’t want

the doctor to walk in on some hanky panky."

"No one is going in there," Matt spoke up. "They need time."

The other wrestlers settled down to wait on their friends.

***

Willow was kissing the hell out of Jeff. She straddled his front, hands

tangled in his hair. He kissed her back ferociously, hands groping every

part of her body he could get at. As his hand sidled up her shirt, Willow

broke the kiss.

"Not the time or place for that," she panted against his lips.

"You never know until you try," he responded, pulling her back into the

kiss. His hand resumed its journey. Willow giggled and pulled back again.

"We’re in a hospital and you’re not recovered," she gave him a look.

"Am so recovered," he protested. She poked his taped ribs and he couldn’t

help but wince.

"Yeah right," Willow shook her finger at him. "No nookie for you."

"You don’t mean forever right?" Jeff looked decisively worried.

"No, just for now," she grinned and tried to move off him. His hands

latched onto her ass and held her in place.

"How about a dry hump then?" he asked, eyes twinkling.

"Always thinking with your libido," Willow rolled her eyes. "What do you

think I am? Some kind of nympho?"

He chuckled.

"A man can dream."

Willow gave him another poke in the ribs. He winced and let her go. She

slid off and tucked herself into his side. Jeff was content to keep her

there when he saw the ring on her finger.

"Does that mean yes?" he asked her.

Willow fingered her ring.

"It does, it will," she sighed and rose up to a sitting position. Jeff

groaned.

"Don’t tell me that it isn’t going to happen, because a guy can only take

so-"

"No," she interrupted. "I want to marry you. I would like to marry you.

Whether you still want to marry me, that remains to be decided."

"Willow, I want to marry you," Jeff held her hand and kissed her palm.

"Nothing can make me change my mind."

Willow sighed again and looked Jeff in the eye.

"Let’s test that theory."

***

Xander Harris and his wife Anya wandered into the Summers’ house.

"Hello ladies!" he yelled into the hallway. "We come bearing gifts. Well,

not gifts, but I brought in your mail."

"We’re in the kitchen!" came the reply from Dawn.

"Come in, we have pancakes!" Buffy yelled as well.

"Ooh, pancakes," Anya dumped the rest of the mail in Xander’s hands and

wandered away.

"Women can’t even carry their own mail. But if you try to open a door for

them, watch out!" Xander rolled his eyes. He dumped the letters on the

coffee table, stopping when something caught his eye.

An envelope with all five of their names on it. Puzzled, Xander opened it.

Inside there were two pieces of paper.

The first read:

You are cordially invited to the wedding of

Jeffery Nero Hardy

And

Willow Sasha Rosenburg

On May 30, 2003

Please RVSP by April 30.

The other read:

Please come. Engaged and nervous Willow needs you.

"Xander?"

He looked up and saw Anya, Buffy, and Dawn approaching him. Anya was

looking at him in concern.

"Honey? You okay?"

He realized he was crying.

"Everything’s fine," he answered, handing them the papers. Buffy grabbed

them and the other two gathered around her. All three gave collective

gasps. Xander smiled at them and gathered them into his arms.

"Everything’s okay," he whispered. They all hugged him back, tears of joy

streaming down their faces.

For the first time in a long time, everything was okay.

The End