Xander had gone home after Buffy had to slay the little vamp-o-gram that Angel had left in the form of Theresa. Only to be rudely awakened not an hour after he'd gone to bed to discover that the werewolf dilemma had been solved - poor Oz had gone and gotten himself bitten. Naturally, he had to heave himself out of bed and go help be an emotional port in Willow's worried storm. He'd left a message for Cameron letting her know what was going on - given her nature to react lethally to a threat, sitting on something like one of their social circle being a werewolf seemed like a bad idea.
Once Xander had weathered the initial emotional storm, he'd banished Willow to crash in Giles' office. He wasn't entirely certain he'd be able to keep his eyelids crowbarred open the entire time, but he'd at least give it a try.
Xander was lazing and watching wolf-Oz shuffle his feet in his sleep when the library door opened. "Hello, Xander." Cameron's voice.
He took a deep breath and shook his head to shake off his doze. "Hey, pretty cyborg lady. How'd your thing go?"
"My mission was completed successfully." She paused and seemed to anticipate his follow-up question. "I'm not permitted to speak of it."
"Fair enough." Xander stood up and stretched, trying to convince his body that he wasn't ready to nod off.
Cameron looked over at Oz dozing in the library book cage. "How is that possible?"
Xander shrugged. "I don't know the science behind it. Come to think of it, I'm not sure there is
science behind it. Werewolf bites a human, they turn into a werewolf come next full moon, and that's about the it."
"I wonder if werewolves share common instinctive traits with regular canines?" Cameron looked appraisingly at Oz for several moments and began to walk closer to the book cage.
"Woah, Cam, what're you doing?" Xander asked.
"Testing a theory." She took one step at a time, pausing for a couple seconds in between. When she reached roughly ten or fifteen feet from the cage, wolf-Oz began to snarl and growl in his sleep, punctuating his discomfort with a sharp bark.
Xander blinked. "That's the most he's done since Giles, Buffy and Willow dragged him in here."
Cameron paused to look at Oz for several moments more and turned to Xander. "In the future, canines of all breeds are used to detect infiltrating terminators. It would appear that Oz shares that instinct. We don't smell right to them."
"Will that carry over to when he's human?" Xander frowned.
"I don't know. I wasn't aware that lycanthropy was a legitimate condition until you left me your message."
"Well, we can ask Giles tomorrow." Xander reached out tentatively to squeeze her hand.
Cameron studied Oz for several moments more. "Xander?"
"If Oz is uncomfortable around me when he's human, once he changes back, will I have to stop being friends with everyone else?" Cameron turned to face him, her expression as blank as always.
"What? No, of course not." Xander took her other hand. "Look, even before this happened, Oz was like, the zen master of calmness. I think he can keep a lid on it."
Cameron paused for a few moments before replying. "You mean, if he does harbor any violent instincts, you believe he will be able to control them?"
"Sounds about right."
"Good. Oz is a pleasant person. I would not want to have to harm him in self-defense."
Xander cocked his head and looked at Cameron for several moments. He came to a decision and tugged on her wrists, drawing her into a hug. Cameron returned the embrace automatically.
"You won't have to," Xander murmured.
Cameron stood in his arms for a time. "Xander, I don't require comforting."
Xander's shoulders shook in a slight chuckle. "You wanted me to treat you like a girlfriend, right?"
"Well, if what you said about Oz came from a human girl, I'd think they were worried about not being able to be his friend anymore. So, you get hugs." Xander didn't budge from his position.
"Oh." She paused. "Thank you for treating me like a normal girl."
"My pleasu--rrrgh!" Xander wheezed. "Cam, less pressure on the hugs!"