Title: Feeling Her
Author:Ozsgirl
Disclaimer: I do not own Oz or anything else in the Buffyverse, they belong to the amazing Mr.Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox.
Summary: Oz gets an unexpected visit from Willow, well sorta.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: This is just a little concept that came to me the other day, I hope it's obvious when this story takes place, if not then I'm not doing something right.This will be a two chapter story.
I nodded as the brunette next to me continued with her incessant chatter. Her current topics included: her lousy boyfriend and just why she was drowning her sorrows in a cosmo that was every bit as light and fluffy as her brain. I stopped actively listening after she began her lament on her poodles dietary problems.
Now my mind was racing was racing with thoughts of a beautiful red head in SunnyDale.I never let myself think about Willow, at least that's what I tell Devon and the guys when they ask if I'm finally over that "red headed chick". The truth of the matter is it's easier to tell you about the moments when I'm not thinking about her. She's always in the back of my mind when I'm on stage or when I'm having sex with the blonde groupie; it didn't go over well when I whispered Willow in the heat of the moment.
Tonight, however, was different. I wasn't just sitting in a bar thinking about Willow, I was feeling her. It started earlier this afternoon, right in the middle of the band meeting. Devon and the guys were really excited about being back in California. It's been a good year and half since we've been home. The guys wanted to go to SunnyDale and play a set at the Bronze for old times sake, but I told them they'd have to play that night without me. When it hit me all of a sudden, this feeling like my heart was twisting and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I just knew it was her. I can't begin to explain it, but I felt her. I was shocked and tried to hide it from the guys. I told them I was fine,that I just needed some air. Out on the street I kept turning around, like I expected her to be behind me. It was odd though, the longer this went on the stronger the feeling got and soon I felt this overwhelming grief, a grief that wasn't mine. That's how I ended up here, sitting next to Ms. Cosmo hoping alcohol would help me figure this out. As I was sitting there her grief turned to rage and I had to steady myself to keep the wolf at bay. For a moment I wondered if this was really Willow, or if I had simply convinced myself that it was her. This felt so dark . My Willow wasn't dark. Then again I hadn't known Willow for sometime now, still I felt a voice whispering in the back of my head Go. Go to her.
Author:Ozsgirl
Disclaimer: I do not own Oz or anything else in the Buffyverse, they belong to the amazing Mr.Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox.
Summary: Oz gets an unexpected visit from Willow, well sorta.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: This is just a little concept that came to me the other day, I hope it's obvious when this story takes place, if not then I'm not doing something right.This will be a two chapter story.
I nodded as the brunette next to me continued with her incessant chatter. Her current topics included: her lousy boyfriend and just why she was drowning her sorrows in a cosmo that was every bit as light and fluffy as her brain. I stopped actively listening after she began her lament on her poodles dietary problems.
Now my mind was racing was racing with thoughts of a beautiful red head in SunnyDale.I never let myself think about Willow, at least that's what I tell Devon and the guys when they ask if I'm finally over that "red headed chick". The truth of the matter is it's easier to tell you about the moments when I'm not thinking about her. She's always in the back of my mind when I'm on stage or when I'm having sex with the blonde groupie; it didn't go over well when I whispered Willow in the heat of the moment.
Tonight, however, was different. I wasn't just sitting in a bar thinking about Willow, I was feeling her. It started earlier this afternoon, right in the middle of the band meeting. Devon and the guys were really excited about being back in California. It's been a good year and half since we've been home. The guys wanted to go to SunnyDale and play a set at the Bronze for old times sake, but I told them they'd have to play that night without me. When it hit me all of a sudden, this feeling like my heart was twisting and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I just knew it was her. I can't begin to explain it, but I felt her. I was shocked and tried to hide it from the guys. I told them I was fine,that I just needed some air. Out on the street I kept turning around, like I expected her to be behind me. It was odd though, the longer this went on the stronger the feeling got and soon I felt this overwhelming grief, a grief that wasn't mine. That's how I ended up here, sitting next to Ms. Cosmo hoping alcohol would help me figure this out. As I was sitting there her grief turned to rage and I had to steady myself to keep the wolf at bay. For a moment I wondered if this was really Willow, or if I had simply convinced myself that it was her. This felt so dark . My Willow wasn't dark. Then again I hadn't known Willow for sometime now, still I felt a voice whispering in the back of my head Go. Go to her.