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This story is No. 2 in the series "Misprints and Misunderstanding". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: When Xander's headaches turn out to be something less than mundane, the dynamics of the Scoobies shift. New friends and a new prophecy keep things interesting. Oz/Xander pairing, Spike/OC, Greg/OC. Buffy bashing included THIS IS ABANDONED

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Other Slash
Multiple Crossings > Spike-Centered
slytherinwithwingsFR183443,24417270183,30912 Jul 078 Apr 09No

In Which the Hyena Escapes

AN: Okay, every one knows that there aren't mine, right? Just making sure. There is some slight consent issues in this chapter, but nothing graphic or unforgivable. Just figured I'd warn you. Okay, on with the story.

Oz’s head swiveled around to better take in the strange lightning. He staked the vampire he was fighting and waited for Spike to kill his.

“Spike, what’s that?” he asked. The two generally patrolled alone or with Xander, but Xander was busy and their paths had crossed so there they were. The vampire’s eyes widened and a look of fear crossed his face.

“That’s an Immortal’s final death, wolf. C’mon.”

He didn’t have to say it twice before the two were racing toward the strange blue lightning, heedless of anything else. Not Xander, Oz found himself praying. Please not Xander. They rose over the last hill just in time to see Xander collapse on the ground a few feet from a headless body. Delvin was waiting nearby and swung his sword around at their approach.

“Oh, it’s you.” He sheathed his sword and went to his Student but Spike intercepted him.

“There’s blood on your sword, so why is Xander the one on the ground?”

Delvin sneered and stepped around him.

“Well, the original challenge was for Alexander, so I found it fair that he should reap the benefits, even though he had to stop fighting that fool,” he gestured to the dead Immortal. “And fight those fools.” He gestured again, this time at the bodies of demons and, now that Oz was looking, piles of dust that could only be dead vamps. “Two Immortals drawing blood from each other is bound to attract a less than supportive audience in this area.”

“That doesn’t explain…”

“For the love of…I’m OLD, Spike,” Delvin declared, exasperated. “I’m ancient, I remember a time when no fighting on Holy Ground was the only rule, and I’m running out of room for these young idiots in my soul. Alexander needed the Quickening, he needs the experience and the knowledge that come with consuming another. And I don’t have to explain any of this to you.”

He turned back to Xander and rolled his still body onto his back. The moment he did, however, Xander’s eyes flew open, glowing an eerie green, and he lunged at his teacher. Oz inhaled deeply and caught the almost forgotten scent of the alpha hyena.

“Spike,” he yelled. “It’s the primal, it’s pissed off.”

Spike nodded his understanding. Though he hadn’t been around for the zoo trip, he’d heard the stories. He darted forward to pull the possessed Immortal off his Teacher, but the hyena sensed him coming and darted out of reach, releasing his grip on Delvin’s neck. The older Immortal stood, gasping, while Xander watched them all warily. He inhaled deeply, just like Oz had, clearly trying to classify them. Hn, Oz thought. Wonder how the hyena would classify a vampire, a were-wolf and an Immortal. Oh shit.

The glowing eyes had locked on Oz and he could taste the pheromones coming from the Immortal. Last time the hyena had made an appearance, Oz had never told anyone what had passed between them. But the hyena clearly remembered, even if Xander hadn’t.

“Delvin,” Oz said calmly. “What is the normal reaction for an Immortal in this situation?”

Delvin glanced at him in surprise, but answered in the same tone. “Confusion, but not too strong, and a very strong desire for sex, violence, or both. Sex helps to ground the Immortal and settle the Quickening.”

“Kay.” Oz hesitated only for a moment. “Don’t follow us.”

With that, Oz broke from the group, running as fast as he could toward where he knew Spike’s old crypt was. As he ran, he loosed the wolf, hearing Xander hot on his trail. The hyena was fast but it was trapped in a human body. The wolf was faster. He made it to the crypt and had just enough time to shift back to human open the trap door and drop down into the more livable room before Xander caught up.

Both were breathing hard, Xander’s much larger frame blocking the exit, but Oz wasn’t trying to escape. He tilted his head back, baring his throat and saw some of the threat go out of the hyena’s posture. Keeping his movements slow and casual, Oz lay back on the dusty bed. Xander clawed out of his clothes and stood over the were.

In that moment of submission, something of the human came back into those glowing eyes. Something like an apology. Oz allowed himself an understanding smile before his mouth was claimed in a violent kiss.
The moment that Oz bolted, Xander was after him, Spike and Delvin forgotten. Delvin moved to follow, but Spike grabbed his arm.

“Don’t,” he said. “If fucking it out will bring the boy back to ‘imself, then let them do it without an audience.”

“He’ll hurt his friend, and you know Alexander, he won’t forgive himself for that,” Delvin pointed out, shaking off Spike’s restraining hand, but not following.

“Oz is a werewolf, he’s plenty used to pain and he heals quicker than a human. Besides, Xan might know what he did, but he won’t really remember it, if this is anything like what they told me about from before. Boy ate the school mascot and tried to rape the slayer and didn’t remember a bit of it, if the Scoobies were tellin’ the truth. And the wolf volunteered,” Spike reminded Delvin. “Both of them are feral animals at the moment, so he understands. I take it ya didn’t think that the hyena would mind sharing space with a Quickening.”

Delvin sighed. “Alexander told me about the hyena possession, but it honestly never occurred to me that a Quickening would free it, or enrage it so. I knew it was still in him, because he said it was bound, not exercised, but he also said he never felt anything from it.”

“Well, it’s an alpha, that much is clear, and a powerful spirit at that. Likely they bound it, because they COULDN’T exercise it. And those types of things tend to be territorial.”

They were quiet for several minutes, each considering what to do about this new complication. Finally, Delvin stirred. He picked up Xander axe from where it had fallen.

“Can you help me find him? I just want to make sure he has a weapon when he come out of this. And we need to leave here so the Watchers can do their clean-up.”


Xander woke, pressed against a small lithe form. He smelled blood and panicked, becoming instantly awake. At the pained whimper under him, the memory of the past day came rushing back to him.

“Oh, God, not again,” he whispered. But drawing back from the slightly battered form of Oz, he knew it had happened again. “Okay, Xan, think.” Recognizing that Oz was still asleep (unconscious?), Xander slid from the bed to find something to clean his victim with. Finding an old t-shirt of Spike’s and some bottled water that Spike used to keep in the crypt for him, he trudged back to the bed and, as gently as he could, began washing away the blood and semen from Oz. He was relieved to see that there really wasn’t much damage, just a few bites and scratches and some light bruises. He could smell his own blood but thanks to Immortal healing, he had no idea how deep his own cuts had been. “Moment of truth,” he muttered to himself and gently turned Oz over to clean the rest of him. Steeling himself, he checked Oz’s most intimate place and nearly fainted with relief. There was no tearing. He wiped the area and threw the shirt across the room, sitting back against the headboard.

Another whimper and Oz was cuddling closer to him. Without thought, Xander wrapped his arms around the smaller man, examining his memory of last night. The hyena had been prepared to tear into Oz for running from him, but when he’d found him here, throat bared and submissive, the possessive anger faded. What had followed was by no means gentle, but it wasn't the horrific rape it could have been. It was a claiming, pure and simple. Oz was an unclaimed beta, and the hyena, the one still there in the back of his mind gnawing on the remains of Michael Atwater, wanted him.

“Xan?” Xander looked down. Oz’s solemn green eyes gazed up at him from his resting position on Xander’s shoulder. “Don’t. It’s okay.”

“Oz, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t fight it,” Xander begged. “Please don’t hate me.”

Oz pulled away just enough to wrap his strong arms around Xander. “It’s okay. I don’t hate you.” They stayed like that a long time, Xander sobbing his remorse while Oz soothed him until they both fell asleep once more.

AN: *Peeks out from hiding place* I know I may have lost a few people in this chapter and I'll miss them, really, but this is the way it had to go. I hope you all like it none the less. *Ducks back into hiding place* Okay, let the heavy object throwing commense.
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