OtStW 11
Title: Off to See the Wizard
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake
Genre: slash, crossover
Knowing that Oz had come from a different world was completely
different than watching other visitors appear. It opened up the
possibility that Oz was going to leave, and honestly Jason didn't want
to see that happen.
They'd only known each other for a little while, but he didn't want Oz
to leave. He wanted to yell at him that he had to stay, but he knew
that was childish and weird. They were just friends, nothing
more.
*But you want it to be something more, don't you?*
He ignored that insidious voice and tried to be glad for Oz being able
to go back home if he wanted.
"Jason, come meet my friends." Oz held his hand out toward him. "Guys,
this is Jason. Jason, this is Willow, Buffy, Xander, and I'm sorry, I
don't know your name."
"Kennedy," the dark haired girl said, twining her arm with Willow.
There was a hint of a challenge in her gaze even as Oz didn't let
anything show on his face. He just looked at her for a long moment,
and if something dark moved behind his eyes it was just a glimmer.
"Oh, hey, nice to meet you," Jason said, trying to bury his
reluctance. It wasn't their fault that they were taking his friend
away.
"Nice to meet you right back," Willow said. "You've got blood on your face."
Jason rubbed his fingers over the spot she'd pointed to on his cheek.
The blood was tacky feeling and gross. "Ugh. That's nasty."
"At least you still have pants on. Or I guess whatever you call
pants." Oz's lips slanted in amusement.
Jason nudged his shoulder. "These are the best pants money can buy.
They make my ass look super sexy."
"I'm sure," Oz said.
Jason caught the expression Willow was wearing, as though she were
surprised by something. He wondered why she was looking at him like
that.
"So, Oz-man, what's been going on with you?" Xander asked. "We were
watching you through Willow's magic mirror and we saw all kinds of
crazy. Like wolfed out violence to the point we were scared you were
going to be killing and eating people soon. You haven't gone to the
Dark Side, have you?"
"Of course not." Willow rolled her eyes. "There has to be some kind of
explanation. Right Oz?"
"I wasn't going to kill and eat anyone," Oz said. "I don't know how
much you saw, but I was attacked and had to fight back."
"That tiny angry lady looks completely messed up," Xander said,
glancing toward Anita. "She's gonna have some really bad werewolf
scars."
"She shouldn't be shooting at people," Oz said.
He was completely blase about it, as though turning into a hulking
beast and mauling Anita was something he did every day. It was a
reminder to Jason that he hadn't known Oz for very long at all, and
had no real clue what Oz had been like before they had met.
For all he knew, Oz could have been a serial killer or something.
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake
Genre: slash, crossover
Knowing that Oz had come from a different world was completely
different than watching other visitors appear. It opened up the
possibility that Oz was going to leave, and honestly Jason didn't want
to see that happen.
They'd only known each other for a little while, but he didn't want Oz
to leave. He wanted to yell at him that he had to stay, but he knew
that was childish and weird. They were just friends, nothing
more.
*But you want it to be something more, don't you?*
He ignored that insidious voice and tried to be glad for Oz being able
to go back home if he wanted.
"Jason, come meet my friends." Oz held his hand out toward him. "Guys,
this is Jason. Jason, this is Willow, Buffy, Xander, and I'm sorry, I
don't know your name."
"Kennedy," the dark haired girl said, twining her arm with Willow.
There was a hint of a challenge in her gaze even as Oz didn't let
anything show on his face. He just looked at her for a long moment,
and if something dark moved behind his eyes it was just a glimmer.
"Oh, hey, nice to meet you," Jason said, trying to bury his
reluctance. It wasn't their fault that they were taking his friend
away.
"Nice to meet you right back," Willow said. "You've got blood on your face."
Jason rubbed his fingers over the spot she'd pointed to on his cheek.
The blood was tacky feeling and gross. "Ugh. That's nasty."
"At least you still have pants on. Or I guess whatever you call
pants." Oz's lips slanted in amusement.
Jason nudged his shoulder. "These are the best pants money can buy.
They make my ass look super sexy."
"I'm sure," Oz said.
Jason caught the expression Willow was wearing, as though she were
surprised by something. He wondered why she was looking at him like
that.
"So, Oz-man, what's been going on with you?" Xander asked. "We were
watching you through Willow's magic mirror and we saw all kinds of
crazy. Like wolfed out violence to the point we were scared you were
going to be killing and eating people soon. You haven't gone to the
Dark Side, have you?"
"Of course not." Willow rolled her eyes. "There has to be some kind of
explanation. Right Oz?"
"I wasn't going to kill and eat anyone," Oz said. "I don't know how
much you saw, but I was attacked and had to fight back."
"That tiny angry lady looks completely messed up," Xander said,
glancing toward Anita. "She's gonna have some really bad werewolf
scars."
"She shouldn't be shooting at people," Oz said.
He was completely blase about it, as though turning into a hulking
beast and mauling Anita was something he did every day. It was a
reminder to Jason that he hadn't known Oz for very long at all, and
had no real clue what Oz had been like before they had met.
For all he knew, Oz could have been a serial killer or something.