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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

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Other Slash
Multiple Crossings > Spike-Centered
slytherinwithwingsFR183443,24417270183,31712 Jul 078 Apr 09No

In Which is a Quiet Interlude

Oz stretched and his back popped. He felt…content, but he knew that feeling would go away as soon as Xander woke up and remembered again. For now, he could pretend that the strong alpha claimed him for real and that he wasn’t alone anymore. Wait…remembered? Hadn’t Xander forgotten last time? Wouldn’t he forget again? But when he’d woken earlier…


He snuggled closer to his temporary alpha, his face pressed against the larger man’s chest, and sighed. Xander could have just seen the evidence and guess, but that’s not what it had sounded like. Oz guessed he wouldn’t know if Xander didn’t tell.

“Oz, you awake?”



“Don’t.” Oz sighed again. “Knew what would happen. Was okay. Don’t be sorry.” He paused. “You remember.”

Xander tightened his hold, but whether he knew he was doing it or not, Oz couldn’t tell. “Yeah, I remember. I lied about forgetting. First I nearly killed Buffy and Giles, and then I…with you, and I ate a pig, and when she was locked up, I was so confused and scared that everyone would hate me and you were with Willow, and I thought it would just be better if everyone thought that I forgot. Giles called me on it, but he promised to never tell.” Then in a smaller voice he asked, “Do you hate me?”

Oz pulled back, and Xander released him as if burned, clearly thinking that the answer was “yes”. He wasn’t looking at Oz, so Oz got his attention by brushing a light kiss across his lips. Xander’s deep brown eyes snapped back to Oz.

“Don’t hate you.” He kissed him again, encouraged that Xander didn’t move away. “You hate me?”

“O-o-of course not,” Xander stammered. Then he got a contemplative look in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips. This time, when Oz moved in for a kiss, it was more mutual. When they drew back, Xander said, “Well, if you don’t hate me, and I don’t hate you, and our puppies seem to like each other plenty, it would be a shame to break them up. Don’t you think?”

This time the kiss was a meeting of lips, then tongues with a hint of teeth. They had never done this with Xander in his right mind, but there was no hesitation. And possibly no turning back.

AN: Just a quick note. I didn't like where I left them last time and felt there could be more.
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