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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

26 In Which it's Quiet...Too Quiet

Chapter 26, In Which It's Quiet...Too Quiet


Oz was patrolling with Spike and Willow, a common occurrence these days. He and Devon were reforming Dingoes ate my Baby and rebuilding their fan-base in Sunnydale on the weekends, and Oz spent time with Xander and patrolled during the week. Not much had been heard from Buffy since Xander cut ties with her, and when they ran into her on patrol both parties pretty much ignored the other. Willow was refusing to talk to Buffy as well because of her manipulations and the way she was treating Xander, so when she found out that Xander, Oz and Spike were patrolling out from under the Slayer’s command, she started tagging along as well. Oz and Spike both hated being in the mansion while the young Immortals were being trained (i.e. run through and killed) so often they did a pre-patrol before Xander was done, or Oz would tag along on Spike’s blood runs or head to Devon’s for practice.

Financially they were plenty secure. While the Twins didn’t spoil their students, they made sure the bills were paid and there was plenty of food. The money Oz made with Dingoes was plenty for him when room and board was supplied by his lover’s new family.

His lover. Hn, it was good to belong to an alpha as strong and gentle as Xander. He was only the aggressive top when the Hyena was close to the surface which occurred only after particularly brutal patrol. While he was definitely the dominant partner, he was easy going when it came to their sex-life, willing to try anything. Once or twice, after Spike made a lewd suggestion Xander would just look at Oz and say, “Want to see if that’s physically possible?” The answer was usually yes with a bit of imagination.

“Wolf-boy, stop fantasizing about the Whelp for a second,” Spike said, snapping him out of his thoughts. They were in the middle one of the many cemeteries where apparently Spike felt the need for a sudden stop.

“What’s wrong, Spike?” Willow asked. “And how do you know what he was thinking about?”

Spike grinned and pointed to his nose. Willow looked at Oz, who just shrugged, unashamed. She giggled.

“Anyway, Wolf-boy, notice anything wrong?”

Oz looked around and took a sniff for added measure.

“Not being attacked,” he finally said.

“Exactly. We’ve not seen a single fledge in two nights. No demons, no vamps, nothing. And it’s too bloody late in the year for an apocalypse.”

Willow’s eyes widened. “You know, I hadn’t thought about it but you’re right. There’s been less activity all week and now nothing. We should ask Giles if Buffy’s seen anything.”

Oz nodded and added, “Willy’s.”

“Good idea.” Spike glanced at his watch. “The twins ought to be done killing the kids by now. Wanna go get Xan-pet first?”

“I’ll head to Giles’s place while you do that. It’s not far from you guys’ place,” Willow offered.

“Sounds good, Red,” Spike said. “We’ll get the Whelp and meet you there, then you can go home to Glinda, and we’ll let you know what we find at Willy’s.”

“Okie doke.” Willow the Chipper. Oz was glad to see it. She was his first love and they were becoming friends again. He was happy with that. He had his mate, and Willow had hers. They could no longer cause each other pain.

They started walking in the general direction of the mansion and Giles’ when Oz thought of something.

“Spike, where’d your accent go?” he asked.

Spike looked startled.

“Oy, what’d ya mean?”

“Oh, there it is.” Oz kept walking. “It’s been fading lately.”

“I hadn’t noticed that either, but it has,” Willow confirmed. “Sometime lately, you start talking a little more Giles-ey British talk, then you go back to more Spike-ey British talk.”

“ ‘S not important,” Spike muttered, stalking ahead of them. Oz’s sharp ear caught further murmurings of “William,” “sodding bastard,” and “not turning into the poof.”

“Is it that bad?” Willow asked Oz, that startled look on her face. “I thought he knew, or he was doing it on purpose or something.”

Oz shrugged. He didn’t have a theory at the moment. Maybe he’d ask Xander later. Xander…

Willow snapped in front of his face. He glanced over confused.

“I said, see you later.” She had an amused look on her face. “You were thinking about Xander again, weren’t you?” He nodded and she suddenly threw her arms around him. “I’m really happy for you two. Really.”

He hugged her back. “And I am happy for you.”

“See ya.” She released him and bounced off into Giles’ courtyard.

Oz hurried to catch up with Spike. Odd probable apocalypse in the making or not, life was pretty good.


AN: I'm in the process of moving from Maine to Arkansas, so my updates will probably be shorter and less frequent for a while. As always, I love reviews and people who tell me I'm wrong (you know, grammar, spelling, yadda yadda). Now, go vote for me... or just tell me that it's not me it's you. That always makes me feel better.
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