OtStW 10
Title: Off to See the Wizard
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake
Oz didn't see any reason to lie. Practically everyone in the room would be able to smell it on him. "Yes," he said. "These are my friends."
"I see. And are many more of your acquaintances going to make an appearance in my city?" Jean-Claude asked.
Oz shrugged. "I didn't even know these ones would be here."
He was actually pretty shocked. From what he could understand of it, jumping worlds was usually something done by demons. Human magic users tended to die horrible deaths as they were torn apart by a mix of cosmic energy and losing contact with their homegrown center of power.
For Willow to be here, she needed to be a lot more powerful than he remembered. The title of Number One Witch in North America seemed to be well earned.
"Hey guys," he said. "Wasn't expecting you here."
"No one expects the Spanish Inquisition," Xander joked. He had his patented goofy look on his face, pretending to be the helpless merely human face of the Scooby gang. Except that he was keeping his eyes tracking around the room, assessing threat levels and marking exits.
"I missed you," Oz said. And he had. Missed them all in the way of an old limb that got a bit gangrenous and had to be removed if he was going to survive. Didn't mean he didn't think of them all sometimes, and that timeless high school friendship and first real love that he'd been *sure* would last forever.
Looking at Willow though, it was obvious that they'd all grown up, become different people. She was still beautiful and there was still that ache in his chest when he saw her face and knew she wasn't his anymore, but that time was over.
Still, he couldn't help sinking into her embrace when she wrapped her arms around him. Laying his head on her shoulder felt natural and right.
*Still my Willow*, he thought and only felt a little foolish. Because she still smelt like strawberries and warm girl. She still felt like home in his arms.
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake
Oz didn't see any reason to lie. Practically everyone in the room would be able to smell it on him. "Yes," he said. "These are my friends."
"I see. And are many more of your acquaintances going to make an appearance in my city?" Jean-Claude asked.
Oz shrugged. "I didn't even know these ones would be here."
He was actually pretty shocked. From what he could understand of it, jumping worlds was usually something done by demons. Human magic users tended to die horrible deaths as they were torn apart by a mix of cosmic energy and losing contact with their homegrown center of power.
For Willow to be here, she needed to be a lot more powerful than he remembered. The title of Number One Witch in North America seemed to be well earned.
"Hey guys," he said. "Wasn't expecting you here."
"No one expects the Spanish Inquisition," Xander joked. He had his patented goofy look on his face, pretending to be the helpless merely human face of the Scooby gang. Except that he was keeping his eyes tracking around the room, assessing threat levels and marking exits.
"I missed you," Oz said. And he had. Missed them all in the way of an old limb that got a bit gangrenous and had to be removed if he was going to survive. Didn't mean he didn't think of them all sometimes, and that timeless high school friendship and first real love that he'd been *sure* would last forever.
Looking at Willow though, it was obvious that they'd all grown up, become different people. She was still beautiful and there was still that ache in his chest when he saw her face and knew she wasn't his anymore, but that time was over.
Still, he couldn't help sinking into her embrace when she wrapped her arms around him. Laying his head on her shoulder felt natural and right.
*Still my Willow*, he thought and only felt a little foolish. Because she still smelt like strawberries and warm girl. She still felt like home in his arms.