Off to See the Wizard 06
Title: Off to See the Wizard
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake
Characters: Jason, Oz
From monstrous beast back to mild mannered musician. It shouldn't have
been such a weird concept for a werewolf to get, but there were just a
few blockages in his ability to grasp the situation. Namely wanting to
know what the hell Oz was.
Jason was reeling. His body was sitting on the floor trying to become
one with the background, but mentally he was completely losing his
shit. It wasn't exactly something he could stop either. He'd been
somewhat certain they were all going to die.
Drawing in a deep, steadying breath, Jason levered himself to his
feet. He wondered if he might be in shock as he walked over to Oz and
stood looking down at him for a long moment. He received a mild look
in return.
"So, what exactly was that?" Jason asked.
Oz gave him the Spock eyebrow, seeming to say, "I have no idea what you mean."
"Don't go all Victorian lady on me," Jason said. "What the hell was that?"
"I think I said it before that you wouldn't like it if I got angry,"
Oz said. He should have looked ridiculous with his knees bent to hide
his exposed genitals, but he was just so completely Zen about it that
there wasn't much ground for mockery. All the blood covering him all
all also drained a bit of the humor out of the situation; Anita's limp
and unmoving body might have been a dampener as well.
"Yeah, but I was picturing temper tantrums and ragefits, not a big
hairy monster," Jason said.
"I have some questions as well." Jean-Claude was playing it cool, his
face smoothing from a mask of panic to the calmly calculating visage
of the Master of the City. Still there was a bit of tightness around
his mouth and Jason knew him well enough to recognize his
"Everything's all right, the city is only burning" expression.
Oz blinked at him. "Okay," he said mildly. "Someone might want to call
a doctor for her though." He waved his hand back at Anita.
Jean-Claude gestured and Dr. Lillian rushed forward with her black
medical bag to help the tattered and torn Anita. There was so much
blood it streaked across the floor in ribbons of red.
"What are you?" Jason asked, not willing to be deterred. If Anita was
going to live, that would be the work of the doctor and there was
nothing Jason could do there.
"A little displaced," Oz said. "I'm a different kind of werewolf than
you're used to. A more dangerous kind."
"I think I figured that out on my own." Jason looked over his shoulder
at where he'd last seen Stephen. "Can I get your jacket?"
Considering most of the werewolves were in animal form, there was a
lack of whole clothing. Stephen had been hanging back and had managed
to remain fully dressed. Jason's outfit for the night didn't leave him
with enough to cover himself, much less anyone else.
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake
Characters: Jason, Oz
From monstrous beast back to mild mannered musician. It shouldn't have
been such a weird concept for a werewolf to get, but there were just a
few blockages in his ability to grasp the situation. Namely wanting to
know what the hell Oz was.
Jason was reeling. His body was sitting on the floor trying to become
one with the background, but mentally he was completely losing his
shit. It wasn't exactly something he could stop either. He'd been
somewhat certain they were all going to die.
Drawing in a deep, steadying breath, Jason levered himself to his
feet. He wondered if he might be in shock as he walked over to Oz and
stood looking down at him for a long moment. He received a mild look
in return.
"So, what exactly was that?" Jason asked.
Oz gave him the Spock eyebrow, seeming to say, "I have no idea what you mean."
"Don't go all Victorian lady on me," Jason said. "What the hell was that?"
"I think I said it before that you wouldn't like it if I got angry,"
Oz said. He should have looked ridiculous with his knees bent to hide
his exposed genitals, but he was just so completely Zen about it that
there wasn't much ground for mockery. All the blood covering him all
all also drained a bit of the humor out of the situation; Anita's limp
and unmoving body might have been a dampener as well.
"Yeah, but I was picturing temper tantrums and ragefits, not a big
hairy monster," Jason said.
"I have some questions as well." Jean-Claude was playing it cool, his
face smoothing from a mask of panic to the calmly calculating visage
of the Master of the City. Still there was a bit of tightness around
his mouth and Jason knew him well enough to recognize his
"Everything's all right, the city is only burning" expression.
Oz blinked at him. "Okay," he said mildly. "Someone might want to call
a doctor for her though." He waved his hand back at Anita.
Jean-Claude gestured and Dr. Lillian rushed forward with her black
medical bag to help the tattered and torn Anita. There was so much
blood it streaked across the floor in ribbons of red.
"What are you?" Jason asked, not willing to be deterred. If Anita was
going to live, that would be the work of the doctor and there was
nothing Jason could do there.
"A little displaced," Oz said. "I'm a different kind of werewolf than
you're used to. A more dangerous kind."
"I think I figured that out on my own." Jason looked over his shoulder
at where he'd last seen Stephen. "Can I get your jacket?"
Considering most of the werewolves were in animal form, there was a
lack of whole clothing. Stephen had been hanging back and had managed
to remain fully dressed. Jason's outfit for the night didn't leave him
with enough to cover himself, much less anyone else.