In Which the Xandman and the Greggo go out
Greg looked around the Bronze. It was the only club in town apparently and was mostly full of college and high school students. Vegas it was not. But the band was good, and though he was carded, there was alcohol. Xander and he had managed to talk their Teachers into letting them off the leash for a few hours so Xander was showing him the few sights that the tiny town had to offer finally ending at this club. His eyes widened when he saw the guitarist.
“Hey, Xan,” he shouted over the music. “Do you know the guy on the guitar?”
“Oz,” Xander shouted back. “Willow’s ex-boyfriend and all around good guy.”
“I met him in the cemetery the other night when Diane and I were sparing,” Greg explained in a lower voice once they sat down a little ways away from the speakers. “He said he knew you, knew about Immortals, introduced himself, and said ‘bye’. It was kinda weird.”
Xander grinned. “That’s Oz. Never uses more words than he has to and rarely lets an expression cross his face. He once went for three weeks without saying more than “hi” and “huh”.”
“So, he’s always like that?”
Xander nodded. “You should hear him and The Broody One having a conversation. It goes something like, “hi” “hi” “alright?” a nod “you” another nod “kay” “later” “bye”. And that’s it, they’re both perfectly happy.”
Greg cracked up. Xander had told him several Deadboy stories, so he was imagining the broody over gelled vampire exchanging syllables with the black and red haired young man on stage. It boggled the mind.
The set ended and Oz carefully put his guitar away and leapt off the stage, weaving through the crowd until he was at their table.
“Xander, Greg,” he said. “Nice night?”
“Hey Oz,” Xander replied with a brilliant smile. “It is a nice night, and you should join us if you have time between sets.”
“Done for the night,” Oz replied, signaling one of the frazzled staff for a drink and pulling up a chair. “Teachers?”
“Back at the mansion,” Greg replied. “We’re recovering.”
Oz’s eyebrow twitched, but other than that his face stayed blank. “Leg okay?”
Xander howled with laughter, and Greg released a very put upon sigh. “It’s been broken twice tonight already, but it’s fine. I’ll get it eventually.” He threw a wadded napkin at Xander. “Shut up, you still get run through twice a night.”
Oz turned his twitching eyebrow on Xander who was wiping away tears of mirth. “Run through?”
Xander shrugged. “Training aint for mere mortals,” he quipped. “They wouldn’t survive it. When our Teachers find a weakness they exploit it until we stop letting them. Most times that ends in a sharp pain, a period of blissful nothingness, and an exhausting resurrection.” He threw the napkin back at Greg.
Oz’s face went from blank to nearly blank with a hint of contemplation.
“What,” Xander asked. “You’re positively aglow with curiosity.”
“Can an Immortal be turned or infected?” Oz asked in his first full sentence of the night.
Xander and Greg exchanged a look. “I don’t think so,” Xander said slowly. “Lycanthropy is a disease, and we don’t have to worry about those. And our Quickening keeps us from staying dead, and vampires pretty much stay dead. An attempt might have some effects, but I doubt we could be fully made into a vamp or a were.” He adopted a look of mock horror. “Let’s not test that though, right Oz? Let’s just keep wolfy on a leash around the Xand-Man and the Greggo.”
Oz shook his head with a low chuckle.
“Huh?” Greg asked, confused.
“Were-wolf,” Oz said, raising one hand.
“Oh.” Greg blinked. Well that wasn’t exactly anything that had crossed his mind. Not that lycanthropy was any weirder than Immortality. He stared at the young man for a few seconds. “Huh.”
Xander laughed. Who knew that all it took was a were-wolf to shut the Greggo up?
AN: Just a blissful interlude, sans threat of evil or buffy or delvin/spike angst. A gift for those who have requested more Oz and Greg. Did you like it?