Exiles, BtVS/SPN crossover, 47/?, Oz, Sam, Rated R
Exiles
nwhepcat
Rated R
BtVS/SPN crossover; Oz, Sam Winchester
Set post-Chosen for BtVS, during Mystery Spot for SPN
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: Living a loner's life, Oz meets someone even more cut off from other people than he is.
Previous parts are here.
By the time Oz emerges from Sam's car, Alice is there to pull him into a fierce hug. "Jesus god, Daniel. You're safe, I can't believe you're safe."
Sam doesn't wait for a farewell or a "Thanks for not killing me" or a death glare from Alice. The Chevy rumbles away from the curb before Alice lets Oz go. "Are you okay?"
"A little shaky." When has he ever admitted that? "And my wrists are a bit mangled. Otherwise I'm good."
"Stinky herbs?" she asks.
"Probably a good idea."
"I'll close up. There aren't any customers at the moment." For the third day in the row she shutters the laundry, accompanying him back to his apartment. "Where's your van?"
"It's out there. Sam was going to take me to it, but I didn't want to waste time. I knew you'd be worried."
"I can take you to pick it up," Alice says.
"In a while. I'm not going anywhere, it can wait." As simple -- some would say monkish -- as it is, his home is one of the beautiful sights he's seen in a long time. It's not just the comparison with the neglected and turd-scattered cabin, but the wonder of being alive to see it. And Alice -- everything about her, her glossy curtain of black hair, her long limbs and subtle curves, her boyish/girlish face -- suddenly his appreciation for her very particular Aliceness has blossomed into the revelation that he finds her beautiful.
"Don't you have some kind of tea?" she asks. "I can put water on to boil and then we can get those cuts cleaned up."
"The tea's for the big stuff, like busted ribs. Aspirin's enough." Not that he'd want it anyway -- sleep would be a waste of time he could be spending with Alice.
She fixes him with a look. "You've had busted ribs and haven't come to me?"
"I didn't really know you before now."
"I barely knew you, but I've asked you to fix things around the place. I'd have been glad to help you, Daniel."
"Duly noted," he tells her. "Listen, I think I'd better do more than clean up the wrists. Sam took me to an abandoned cabin that was full of all kinds of animal shit. I'm going to take a fast shower, then we can take care of the first aid." Not to mention he sometimes wakes up from a wolf night with a pretty strong funk.
"Okay. I want to look at that bullet graze again, too."
When he emerges in a cloud of steam, he finds Alice has brewed some regular tea and set out a bowl of fresh fruit, all of which she must have brought from her own place. Oz sniffs the air. "Earl Grey."
"I hope that's all right."
"More than all right."
Alice coaxes him to sit and let her work. She tsks over the wounds on his wrists. "That psycho. I knew it from the start."
"I feel kind of sorry for him," Oz says. "I'd rather have my life than his, wolf and all."
"I'm amazed you have your life."
"Me too, to be honest."
He submits to the routine that's meant to heal him. Waits for the part that will make him feel better. As Alice finishes taping the gauze she's wound around a wrist, she brushes her hands slowly over his as she sits back.
Oz doesn't let her go so easily. He leans in toward her and steals a kiss.
***
The next part is here: http://nwhepcat.dreamwidth.org/1039334.html
nwhepcat
Rated R
BtVS/SPN crossover; Oz, Sam Winchester
Set post-Chosen for BtVS, during Mystery Spot for SPN
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: Living a loner's life, Oz meets someone even more cut off from other people than he is.
Previous parts are here.
By the time Oz emerges from Sam's car, Alice is there to pull him into a fierce hug. "Jesus god, Daniel. You're safe, I can't believe you're safe."
Sam doesn't wait for a farewell or a "Thanks for not killing me" or a death glare from Alice. The Chevy rumbles away from the curb before Alice lets Oz go. "Are you okay?"
"A little shaky." When has he ever admitted that? "And my wrists are a bit mangled. Otherwise I'm good."
"Stinky herbs?" she asks.
"Probably a good idea."
"I'll close up. There aren't any customers at the moment." For the third day in the row she shutters the laundry, accompanying him back to his apartment. "Where's your van?"
"It's out there. Sam was going to take me to it, but I didn't want to waste time. I knew you'd be worried."
"I can take you to pick it up," Alice says.
"In a while. I'm not going anywhere, it can wait." As simple -- some would say monkish -- as it is, his home is one of the beautiful sights he's seen in a long time. It's not just the comparison with the neglected and turd-scattered cabin, but the wonder of being alive to see it. And Alice -- everything about her, her glossy curtain of black hair, her long limbs and subtle curves, her boyish/girlish face -- suddenly his appreciation for her very particular Aliceness has blossomed into the revelation that he finds her beautiful.
"Don't you have some kind of tea?" she asks. "I can put water on to boil and then we can get those cuts cleaned up."
"The tea's for the big stuff, like busted ribs. Aspirin's enough." Not that he'd want it anyway -- sleep would be a waste of time he could be spending with Alice.
She fixes him with a look. "You've had busted ribs and haven't come to me?"
"I didn't really know you before now."
"I barely knew you, but I've asked you to fix things around the place. I'd have been glad to help you, Daniel."
"Duly noted," he tells her. "Listen, I think I'd better do more than clean up the wrists. Sam took me to an abandoned cabin that was full of all kinds of animal shit. I'm going to take a fast shower, then we can take care of the first aid." Not to mention he sometimes wakes up from a wolf night with a pretty strong funk.
"Okay. I want to look at that bullet graze again, too."
When he emerges in a cloud of steam, he finds Alice has brewed some regular tea and set out a bowl of fresh fruit, all of which she must have brought from her own place. Oz sniffs the air. "Earl Grey."
"I hope that's all right."
"More than all right."
Alice coaxes him to sit and let her work. She tsks over the wounds on his wrists. "That psycho. I knew it from the start."
"I feel kind of sorry for him," Oz says. "I'd rather have my life than his, wolf and all."
"I'm amazed you have your life."
"Me too, to be honest."
He submits to the routine that's meant to heal him. Waits for the part that will make him feel better. As Alice finishes taping the gauze she's wound around a wrist, she brushes her hands slowly over his as she sits back.
Oz doesn't let her go so easily. He leans in toward her and steals a kiss.
***
The next part is here: http://nwhepcat.dreamwidth.org/1039334.html