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Summary: An old 'client' of Harry Dresden returns, with a 'Friend.' Crossover with SciFi's The Dresden Files

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Literature > Dresden Files, ThePaBurkeFR1517620133,51122 Aug 0722 Aug 07Yes
Werewolf’s Cure
by PaBurke

*** Summary *** The obvious cross that I had to get out of my head.
*** Spoilers *** Season One of SciFi’s Dresden Files, Season Seven of BtVS
*** Disclaimer *** I'm playing with someone else's toys. No Copyright infringement intended. No money made. Hopefully everyone will treat this like a plug for Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files.
*** Warning *** None, little language.
*** Distribution *** TtH, The Nook
*** Author’s Note *** I have been very wary of the SciFi Dresden Files (‘cause the books are so much better –always), but I suppose when I write a story based on the TV show and not the books, that they’ve sold me on the characters -to a point. So here it is:


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“Harry!” The redhead ran into the office in a blur and threw her arms around Harry Dresden, Wizard, before he could identify her. A young man followed her at a slower pace, a familiar black bag in hand. He closed the door behind him.

Harry had a hint but he pulled the girl slightly away so that he could see her features. She resisted slightly and Harry knew that she was stronger than he. He smiled down at her. “Hiya Heather. You’re looking good.”

And she was. No longer were her eyes bloodshot and her body shaking from drugs, fever, abuse, lack of sleep, fear and feral-ness. She looked whole. She looked a hell a lot better than any other werewolf Harry had met.

“Thanks to you,” she smiled.

Harry motioned to her whole body, lean, muscled, but full of self-control. “I’m good, but I’m not that good.”

Heather grinned and waved to her companion. “Oz finished the job.”

“Wonderful,” and Harry meant it with every drop of his being. “How did you do it?”

Oz handed over the black bag –the same one that Harry had given Heather on her way out of town. Heather accepted it and opened it in front of Harry. “That’s part of the reason we’re in town.” The first thing she pulled out was a thin leather bound book. “This has an improved recipe from what you gave me and it also has instruction on different meditation techniques.” She waved her hand to vials that clinked inside, “these are the ingredients that are harder to find. Luckily, they have a longer shelf life.” The next thing she pulled out were bracelets with wooden beads. She put them in Harry’s hand and he could instantly feel the magic. “These help too.”

“I’m… amazed.” He looked from Heather to Oz. “Why are you giving them to me?”

“Werewolf first-aid kit,” Oz spoke for the first time.

“Huh?”

Heather laughed. It was full of delight and life and hope. “Since you don’t automatically kill all the werewolves that cross your path like some and you actually want to help, instead of pretending to help, like others, we want you to have this to give to the next poor sob that gets bit.”

“I’m honored, but you didn’t come all this way to give me this, did you?”

Heather laughed again. Harry could see hints of the fun-loving single that used to exist before supernatural and werewolves invaded her world. “I told you he was smarter than that.”

Oz simply nodded. “We’re representatives of the Watcher’s Council.”

Harry had heard of that Council. They and the White Council went through cycles of cooperation and estrangement. But they did have some of the same core elements. “Aren’t you a little… too non-human for that Council?”

“There’s been a change in leadership,” explained Ox.

“We really are,” Heather piped up. “Or rather, Oz is and I’m the sidekick/unexpected muscle of the operation.”

Harry had assumed that Oz was a werewolf as well, but was he? “If you want to open negotiations with the White Council, I’m a very bad place to start,” Harry warned.

“Ancient Mai met with Willow and Buffy.”

Heather bounced a little. “They had a tussle that resulted in a truce.”

“Uneasy truce,” Oz added.

“And?”

Heather laughed. “Buffy -Buffy said that Ancient Mai was –and I quote- ‘divisive, suspicious of the good guys, a poor communicator and a know-it-all.’”

Harry had no idea who this Buffy-person was, but he liked her on principle. “Really?”

“So we are approaching appropriate wizards individually.”

Harry set aside the black bag and waved his guests into the kitchen. “I’d like to hear more. Would either of you be interested in tea… of coffee?”

Heather sat at his table. “We’re both tea drinkers, thanks.”

“Great. So tell me what’s going on.”



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