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Summary: After his van is swallowed by a strange vortex of light, Oz wakes up in the Anitaverse. And she's really not happy to have him there. *Slash*

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Anita Blake > Oz-CenteredFeyganFR182343,48013145102,51023 Jul 032 Feb 13No


Title: Off to See the Wizard
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy/Anita Blake
Pairing: Oz/Jason
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the Anita Blake books.


Even with her consciousness focused entirely on the destruction of everything, a part of her subconscious mind was at work at other tasks. Because her lover was dead, the empty spaces of her mind resounded with the echo of her grief, reverberating off of every emotion that felt connected to her beloved.

Tara was not her first true love. There had been another once, before he had thrown her away to go off into the world and find himself. And though he had come back and she had chosen Tara over him, a part of her would always belong to him and him alone. So when Tara died and the world was about to end at her hand, a corner of Willow's subconscious mind decided that Tara's being dead meant that she couldn't allow Oz to die. It was a kind of balance.

The magic spread outward from her in a crackling wave, calling up the power of a long forgotten goddess. And while the magic was doing as she willed, a tiny portion was separated from the rest and sent out without her direct knowledge, a piece of the old Willow that refused to let her first love die.

Tara had died. The world was going to die. Oz would live.


He was driving his van down a country road when a strange light rose up out of the earth before him. With a fast pounding heart, he slammed his foot on the brakes, but it was too late. The van passed through the ring of light.

Gold swirling with blue and purple; color drifted around him, filling him up. It was like being able to see for the first time in his life.

He knew he probably should have been afraid, but he wasn't, not really. He just drifted weightless through a sea of color, his skin tingling and melting away until he merged completely with the strangeness and the light. For the first time in a long time, he felt like himself and nothing else. There was no pressure behind his skin, no urge to Change and rip through the world a howling monster thirsting for blood. It was a wonderful sensation to just be Daniel Osbourne.

He didn't quite know what he was going to do when he had to wake up from this dream. If he could have, he would have stayed in the light forever, safe and unafraid.
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