Title:    Those Old Wedding Blues
Author:  eena_angel2001
Email:    igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com
Rating:  PG-13
Category:  BTVS/WWE
Pairing:  Willow/Jeff Hardy, Lita/Matt Hardy,
Disclaimer:  Joss Whedon owns BTVS.  WWE owns all the wrestlers.
Distribution:  Ask first
Spoilers:  Season Six for BTVS.  None for WWE.
Summary:  Sequel to Fallen.  What happens when the Sunnydalers and WWE
Superstars collide over a wedding?

    “I can do this.  I can do this,” Willow Rosenburg whispered to
herself.  The saying had become a mantra of sorts for her.
    Jeff Hardy rolled his eyes at his fiancée.
    “Calm down already,” he admonished her.  “It’s not like you haven’t
met them before.”
    “It’s been a year and a half almost,” Willow shot back.  “I’m
nervous about it.  What if they’re mad at me?  What if they don’t want to
speak to me?  What if they’ve only come to tell me that they don’t ever want
anything to do with me again?  What if-”
    Jeff cut off her babbling with a kiss.    His tongue ravaged her
mouth, leaving the redhead breathless.    When he pulled back, Jeff couldn’t
help but smile at himself.  Willow looked thoroughly kissed.  He liked that
look on her.
    “Calm down,” he repeated.  “They’re not coming halfway across the
country to tell you off.”
    “You don’t know that!” Willow interjected, recovering from her
shock.    “We’re weird people!  They’ve done stupider things before!  I’ve
helped them!”
    “Do I need to kiss you again?” he raised his eyebrows at her.
    “Only if you must,” she grinned at him.  The smile slowly faded.
    “What if they’re mad at me?” Willow whispered in a little voice.
    Jeff shook his head.  He wrapped his arms around the little redhead.

    “They’re not mad.  They love you.  Everyone loves you.    How can they
not?  You’re the best.”
    “I think you have a biased opinion,” Willow muttered sourly.
    Laughter interrupted the two.  Willow glanced up to see her newer
friends smiling at her.  The lovely blonde Trish Stratus with her large
boyfriend Bubba Ray Dudley.  Edge with his patented grin, Lita and Matt
Hardy beside him.
    “I think you’re right,” Trish told Willow.  “But none of us have
slept with you-”
  “Not that we don’t want to,” Edge interjected.
    “And we like you anyway,” Trish finished, rolling her eyes at the
blonde wrestler.
    Jeff narrowed his eyes at Edge.
    “Stay away from my woman,” he growled threateningly.
    “Or?” Edge countered.
    “Me and Bubba here will put you through a table.”
    Bubba nodded his agreement.
    “I’d do it too.  You ain’t good enough for Willow here.  Then again,
neither is Rainbow Boy.  You’d both end up tasting wood.”
    “Settle down boys,” Lita warned them.  “Don’t want to send Willow’s
friends running scared.”
    “It’d take more than these guys to scare my friends,” Willow told
them.  “A lot more.”
    Before Jeff could question her on the cryptic comment, the redhead
paled significantly.  Following her gaze, Jeff saw her staring ahead at a
group of four females and one male.  The youngest looking of the group
glanced in their direction.  She broke into a huge grin.
    “Willow!”
    The little blonde girl came running towards them.  Willow gave a
little laugh of joy before the large bundle of Dawn Summers jumped into her
arms.
    “Dawnie,” she murmured happily into the girl’s hair.  Dawn hugged
her redheaded friend tightly.
    “I missed you,” Dawn whispered, tears leaking from her eyes.
    Xander Harris came running up to the two.  He hopped from foot to
foot.
    “My turn, my turn,” he demanded impatiently.  Willow rolled her eyes
at him.  Dawn turned to him with a frown.
    “Childish much?”
    Xander simply pushed her aside and gathered Willow up into his arms.
  He hugged her fiercely.  Jeff coughed and rubbed his neck.  When no one
took heed of him, he turned to his older brother.  Matt just shot him a
look.  Grumbling, Jeff turned back to find the guy still hugging his
fiancée.  He bristled ever so slightly.
    Dawn, the little girl, giggled at him.
    “They’re best friends,” she whispered in his ear.  “Since like
birth.    They get all huggy and emotional, but not you know horizontal.
Besides, Xander’s married.”
    Jeff grinned at the little girl beside him.
    “Thanks, I’m Jeff.”
    “I’m Dawn,” she smiled at him.    “I’m very important.  Be sure to
spoil me.”
    “Dawnie, I heard that!” came the redhead’s disapproving remark.
Dawn pouted slightly and then winked at Jeff.
    “Don’t forget,” she whispered before ducking Xander’s grasp.
    “Come here you trouble maker,” he demanded.  Jeff just laughed.
    Another blonde woman came running up.  She stopped just short of
Willow before grabbing her into a hug.
    “Hi, I missed you,” the woman said, pulling back.  “And I’m not just
saying that because it’s right.  Do you realize you are the only sane person
to come from Sunnydale?”
    Willow smiled.
    “Hey Anya, good to see you,” Willow picked up the woman’s left hand.
  “And with a new accessory.”
    “Yes, you should have come.  But I forgive you.  Xander might be a
little grumpy about it, but I forgive you.”
    “Thanks Anya,” the redhead giggled.  She paused, looking over her
shoulder at another blonde woman.  This one hung outside of the group,
peering closely at the going ons.  Willow took a step towards her.
    There was a brief silence while the two women just stared at one
another.  Jeff shot a glance at Dawn who just waved him off.  She was
watching the scene very carefully.
    Finally the blonde broke the silence.
    “You grew your hair out,” she said tearfully.  Willow faltered a
bit.
    “Yeah, so did you,” Willow smiled hesitantly.  “I like it.  It’s
looks cute.”
    The two women smiled at one another and then rushed together for a
hug.  Both were babbling incoherently.    Dawn jumped up and down on her feet
at the sight.
    “All’s well in the world,” she informed everyone.
    The two women broke apart, sniffling and laughing.  Willow linked
arms with the new arrivals and turned to the waiting wrestlers.
    “Guys, this is Jeff, Matt, Lita, Edge, Bubba, and Trish,” she nodded
at each in turn.  She nodded down the line.  “Guys, this is Dawn, Buffy,
Xander, and Anya.”
    Hellos were exchanged.    Grabbing the luggage, Willow’s new family
and her old one walked away from airport chatting and laughing.
*****
    The large group of people wandered into Willow and Jeff’s newly
purchased home.
    “They have a house,” Anya nudged Xander.
    “I noticed that too,” he replied.
    “We only have an apartment,” the blonde continued.  “When do I get a
house?”
    “When I win the lottery and am able to afford one,” Xander shot
back.  Anya huffed for a moment and flopped down on a sofa.  The wrestlers
exchanged uneasy glances while the Sunnydalers just laughed it off.
    “Anya, if you really want, you can live in our house,” Dawn offered
teasingly.  “But the hanky panky must remain behind closed doors and not too
loud on school nights.”
    “Dawnie!” came the shouts from both Willow and Buffy.  The young
girl laughed and pulled Willow down onto a couch with her.  Jeff made to sit
next to her when Buffy scooted in, taking the spot.  She gave him a slight
frown.
    “My Willow, get your own.”
    Willow laughed at the look on Jeff’s face.  The young man sputtered
for a second.
    “That is my own,” he finally replied.
    “Still can’t have,” Dawn chirped from her spot next to the redhead.
    “Calm down man,” Xander grinned.  “We haven’t had ample Willow time
for almost two years.  Gonna have to learn to share.”
    “Jeff never really understood the principles behind sharing,” Matt
laughed, settling down in a seat.
    “Shut up Matt,” the man in question shot back.    He gave Willow a
little hurt look that she waved off with a giggle.
    “You’ll have to wrestle them for it,” she informed him.  “But my
money would be on Buffy.”
    Pouting, Jeff flopped down next to Dawn who shot him a wide grin.
    “I like your hair,” she announced.  “It’s different.”
    “Thanks,” he muttered, smiling begrudgingly.
    “Speaking of different,” Willow turned to Buffy.  “Where’s William?”

    “We dropped him off with Deadboy,” Xander offered.  Noticing the
curious looks the wrestlers shot him, he sputtered to explain.
    “His name is Angel, angels are dead people, Deadboy,” he stuttered.
    “Lame,” Anya rolled her eyes.
    “I think we’re ignoring the bigger issue here,” Willow turned
incredulous eyes on Buffy.  “You left him with Angel?  Is that safe?”
    “They actually get along much better since William got his dog
back,” Buffy finished hastily.
    “His dog?” Trish repeated.
    “Deadboy’s the one who lost William’s dog,” Xander explained.
“Haven’t been on speaking terms since that.  But now that the dog is back,
the feud is over.”
    “Must be really attached to his dog,” Edge laughed.
    Anya and Dawn burst out into laughter.
    “What?” Lita looked confused.
    “Nothing,” Buffy grinned and returned to Willow.  “Any hoot, the
boys and the rest of the LA gang are driving up.  And considering it’s going
to be Gunn’s who’s driving, they should arrive in more or less one piece.”
    Dawn burst into giggles.
    “You should have seen Connor,” the little girl giggled.  “When we
dropped William off, Angel was trying get him into a tux.  He kept insisting
that it was some sort of bizarre torture device.”
    Willow gave a sympathetic whimper.
    “Poor baby.”
    “Fred was all excited,” Anya offered as well.  “Gunn brought her a
dress.    They’re really cute together.”
    “I have no idea who all these people are,” Matt stated from his
seat.
    Xander gave him a lopsided grin.
    “It’s all right, we’re a bit much,” he laughed.  “It’ll be easier
when they’re all here, then you can meet them.    Just don’t try and wrap your
minds around the back stories, your head will most likely explode.”
    “That’s encouraging,” Jeff muttered.
    Willow shot him a grin.
    “Don’t let it get you honey,” she told him.  “If you didn’t live in
Sunnydale seven years ago, you are doomed to be left in the dark.”
    “Speaking of clueless,” Xander began.  “Did you know Cordy got a
promotion?”
    Willow frowned.
    “Promotion?” the redhead looked puzzled and then it dawned on her.
“Oh!  Good for her!”
    “Where does she work?” Trish asked.
    “In LA, but she works for a group of Ukrainians,” Dawn informed her.

    “Ukrainians?” Bubba repeated.
    “So, who’s hungry?” Willow leapt up from her seat, bright smile on
her face.  “Let’s all head over there and end this pointless conservation.”
    With that, she yanked both Summers sisters up by the arms and led
the way to the kitchen.
*****
Part Three:
    “What are you doing up?”
    Xander smiled at the incredulous tone in Willow’s voice.
  “What?    I can’t be an early riser?” he asked innocently.  Willow
narrowed her eyes at him.
    “Since I’ve known you, and that is pretty much from my first
coherent memory, you have never willing gotten up at before twelve on a
Sunday,” Willow gave him an assessing look.  “What are you really doing up?”

    “Okay, you caught me,” Xander gave her a mock-chastised look.  “I
have hidden intentions.  I just wanted to have some alone Willow time before
the rest of the inmates woke up.”
    Willow gave him a smile.
  “I wouldn’t let Buffy hear you call her that,” she giggled.  “I
would like you in one piece for my wedding.”
    “Yeah, that would be a bonus,” Xander nodded in agreement.  He
flashed her a brilliant grin.  “So, do I get that Willow time?”
    “Well, since you went to all the trouble of getting up at eleven,”
Willow gave a dramatic sigh.  “I guess I could suffer through it.”
    “That’s my Wills,” he laughed, hopping onto the kitchen counter.
“Ever the sacrificer.”
    “That didn’t always hold true,” she whispered.    “I remember a time
when that wasn’t even in existence.”
    “It’s over Willow,” he told her.  “You got past it.  We all still
love you to death, you know that right?”
    The redhead nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.
    “When are your parents flying in?” she changed the subject.
    “My parents?” Xander frowned.
    “Yeah, I sent an invite to them, and your mom replied,” Willow shot
him a grin.  “My parents aren’t coming, so I figured I’d at least have some
surrogates.”
    “Sheila and Ira aren’t coming?” Xander looked shocked.    “Why the
hell not?”
    Willow sighed and shrugged.
    “Well, they weren’t too happy about the whole lesbian thing,” she
started.  “And you’d figured they be glad I was marrying a guy, but there
are issues.”
    “What issues?”
    “First Jeff’s a wrestler.  They don’t approve,” Willow rolled her
eyes.  “And secondly, he’s not Jewish.    And we’re having a Christian
ceremony.”
    Xander’s eyes widened.
    “And Ira’s not coming because he spontaneously combusted from rage
when he heard this, right?”
    Willow gave a little laugh.
    “I imagine,” she shrugged again.  “Mom just phoned to let me know
they were disappointed and weren’t coming.  I wasn’t too upset; I didn‘t
really expect them to come.  Giles is giving me away any how.”
    Xander nodded.
    “Good old G-man,” he grinned.  “Always the stand in father when you
need him.”
    “Speaking of which, you didn’t answer my question,” Willow turned to
face him.  “When are your parents coming?”
    “My mom is coming,” Xander clarified.  “She’ll be down on Thursday
and more than willing to play mother of the bride.  Dad isn’t coming, most
likely because he’s drunk off his ass.    She left him you know.”
    “She what?” Willow demanded.
    “She left him,” Xander repeated.  “Finally got sick of his crap.
All I can say is about damn time.  She’s a lot happier now.”
    “I imagine,” Willow shook her head.  “A lot of stuff changes in a
year and a half.”
    “Goes to show you, shouldn’t cut off communication,” he nudged her
with his foot.  “We were pretty freaked out like all of the time.  Only when
Deadboy phoned with your location did we calm a bit.  We’re all rabid
wrestling fans now.”
    Willow laughed.
    “Oh the evil I’ve done you,” she giggled.  Willow turned to Xander
with a sad smile.  “I guess that was a bad choice of words.”
    “Don’t worry Wills, we’ve forgotten it already,” Xander waved off.
“Besides, you know my attention span lasts for only eight seconds.  Can’t
really carry a grudge if it can’t hold your attention.”
    Willow launched herself into his arms.
    “I missed you so much,” she whispered into his chest.  Xander
squeezed her back just as tightly.
    “I missed you too,” he whispered back.    Glancing over the redhead’s
shoulder, Xander caught a glimpse of her fiancée and his friends.  He could
tell Jeff was non-plussed but trying to hide it.
    “Besides,” he said loudly to Willow.  “I’m pretty damn missable.”
    Willow gave a little laugh and pushed away from him.
    “Full of yourself much?” she arched a brow at him.
    “Sound like Cordelia much?” he mimicked back at her.  Willow rolled
her eyes.
    “If I wanted to be like Cordelia, I’d drag you into a closet for a
make-out session,” she poked him in the ribs.  Xander caught her finger and
gave her a look.
    “I’d appreciate that,” he quipped back lightly.  “But your boy Jeff
might be against it.  And Anya would kill me.”
    “That’s for damn sure,” came a voice from behind them.    Both turned
to see Jeff and his friends part to let Anya through.  The blonde looked at
them and rolled her eyes.
    “Is the sappy best friend reunion over?” she demanded.  “Because the
rest of us want Willow time too.”
    “Just out of curiosity,” Jeff started, coming up to hug his redhead.
  “When do I get Willow time?”
    Anya rolled her eyes.
    “After the wedding,” she shot back.  “But not before.”
    The blonde proceeded to yank Willow out of his arms and into a
protective hug.  Matt burst out into laughter.
    “This is going to be the best week,” the elder Hardy chuckled.
    Jeff frowned.
    “I don’t think I’ll be liking it much,” he muttered sourly.  Jeff
turned to Willow with a pout.  The redhead giggled.
    “You think this is bad, wait until the LA crew arrives.”
    Jeff paled at that.
    “You mean, there’s going to be more Willow-hoggers here?” Jeff shook
his head.  “I knew we should have eloped.”
    “You could have,” Trish speculated.  “But the rest of us would have
hurt you for it.”
    Jeff pouted more and gave the fridge a listless kick.
    “I just can’t win here,” he whined.  Willow laughed again and
wrapped her arms around his waist.
  “Cheer up honey,” she kissed him on the cheek.    “We’ll make up for
it with sex at night time.”
    Jeff brightened considerably.  He turned around and pulled Willow in
for a kiss.
    “I can live with that.”
    Anya frowned and turned to the other wrestlers.
    “Are they always like this?” she asked.
    “No,” Lita shook her head.
    “Yeah, they’re usually worse,” Edge added.  Jeff gave him the finger
whilst not breaking the kiss.
    “And they don’t like being interrupted,” Bubba added.  “I say we
adjourn to the living room while they make with the lovin’.”
    Everyone shuffled out of the kitchen, leaving the kissing couple
alone.
*****

Part Four

    “So, how long they going to be?” Xander asked Matt, craning his neck
so he could look at the kitchen door.
    “With those two?” Matt grinned.  “Quite possibly all day.”
    Xander made a face at that.
    “Over-protective brotherly urges rising,” he muttered darkly to
himself.  Lita laughed.
    “I think you’re a little late for that,” she giggled.  “They are
engaged.”
    “Who cares if I’m late?” Xander tossed back lightly.  “As long as it
gets done, who the hell cares?”
    “She’s right dear,” Anya cut in.  “Leave them alone for now.  That
boy isn’t going to get much Willow time in the coming days.  Remember how
that made you feel when we got married.”
    “I didn’t say I don’t sympathise,” Xander protested.  “I’m just
saying Wills is Wills.    She’s way more important to me.  And I’ve got
jealous reactions and overbearing tendencies to make up for.  A whole year
and a half‘s worth.”
    The assembled group gave a laugh at that.  Anya looked up as she saw
Dawn enter the room.  She waved the little girl over, but Dawn had other
thoughts in mind.
    “Good morning everyone,” Dawn greeted, breezing by them.  She headed
towards the kitchen door.  “What’s for breakfast?”
    “Dawnie, no!” Anya jumped up, but was too late.  The little blonde
entered the kitchen.  They heard a loud scream and a red-faced Dawn came
skittering out.
    “Why can’t you people do that in rooms with doors that lock?” the
distressed teen shouted.  “I’m going to be severely emotionally scarred at
this rate.”
    “Going to be?” Xander repeated.  “Someone’s an optimist.  What makes
you think you aren’t already horribly traumatized?”
    “Sorry Dawnie,” Willow apologized, entering the room while fixing
her top.  “Forgot what it’s like to have others in the house.  It’s usually
just the two of us.”
    Xander made a face.
    “Ew!  Mental picture!” he exclaimed.
    “Where’s Jeff?” Matt asked.
    “Lamenting lost sex,” Willow answered laughingly, jerking her thumb
in the direction of the kitchen.  “He’s such a baby sometimes.”
    “Am not!” the man in question protested.  “I’m just not the most
patient person in this world.  I want Willow time.”
    “After the wedding,” Anya reminded him.  “But not before.”
    “This is so not sitting well with me,” Jeff informed everyone.
Willow laughed and pulled the blushing Dawn into a hug.
    “You want pancakes?” she asked the younger girl.  “They come in
round shapes and the funny shapes.”
    Dawn grinned and returned Willow’s hug enthusiastically.
    “I’ve missed Breakfast-making-Willow,” she giggled.  “No one makes
funny shaped pancakes like you.  Buffy tries, but they always end up round.”

    “Yes, the failure that is me and pancakes,” Buffy agreed, walking up
to the group.  “What’s all the screaming about?”
    “I got an eyeful of Willow/Jeff loving,” Dawn informed her sister.
Buffy’s eyes widened and she gave Willow a mischievous grin.
    “Naughty, naughty,” she chastised.  “Sex should remain in the
bedroom.”
    Anya snorted.
    “Like you and William ever make it there,” the blonde rolled her
eyes.
    “Shut up Anya!” Buffy retorted.  “You’re not one to talk.  Crazy
nympho.”
    “So, who’s for breakfast?” Xander interjected loudly.  “And please
adjourn quickly to the kitchen before a full-fledged cat fight breaks out.”
    “I wouldn’t mind that,” Edge piped up.    “I say we let them go at
it.”
    Trish whacked him upside the head.
    “Pervert.”
    “You know you love it,” he tossed back with a grin.  Edge backed
down quickly when Bubba turned a frown on him.
    “He should meet Faith,” Dawn stated simply at the exchange.
    “That’s exactly what I’ve been saying,” Willow giggled.  “I think
they would be made for each other.”
    “And I got to say, I’m intrigued,” Edge returned, coming up to sling
an arm around each girl’s shoulders.  “This Faith sounds like fun.”
    “Just be warned, you might meet your match in her,” Willow needled
him.  “Faith is wild at best.”
    Edge scoffed.
    “I could handle it,” he waved off.  The Sunnydalers broke into
laughter at that proclamation.
    “No one handles Faith,” Xander chuckled.  “You just grab on to
something and pray you make it out with all your body parts.”
    Edge frowned and then grinned mischievously.
    “Do I get to choose what to grab?”
*****