In The Summer's Living Room>
"Thanks for coming over Oz. Xander's already started without us up in the attic. Go ahead and start up there. I've got to run over to the Magic Box to pick up a few things. I'll be back in a few." Oz watched as the 'Former Key to Hell's Dimension' buzzed around, taking his jacket and putting it next to Xander's in the closet, throwing hers on and snatching up her purse in a frenzy.
Oz grabbed her and pulled her into a tight embrace, and she sighed as his smell filled her nostrils.
"Calm now?" Dawn nodded.
"Good." Oz pulled her away and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Thanks Oz," he just smile as Dawn stepped out of the door, radiating strength and beauty. Oz had to shake those thoughts away.
Even when Dawn reached 80, she would still be labeled "Slayer's baby sister," and although Buffy was really gone this time, Oz couldn't cross into that dangerous territory.
Sighing in defeat, he made his way to the attic and brushed off any lingering notions of romance between him and Dawn.
In The Summer's Attic>
Xander shifted through the contents of a nearby box and pushed it aside in a huff. He ignored the door creaking open as he flipped open another box and withdrew it contents, muttering his hatred towards his favorite Undead person, (favorite one to hate that is: Angel) as he thumbed through the papers.
Oz wisely said nothing, allowing the other man to vent out his frustrations and grief concerning Angel. He knelt down, drawing a box close to him and opened it carefully. The word "caution" was written all over it in bright red marker, and Oz wasn't one to rebel against such an obvious warning.
Papers in plastic coverings laid in the box, packed unbelievably tightly. Oz lifted a decent sized amount and shuffled through it.
"Xander," Oz's fingers stopped when he examined the top document. Xander unburied himself from the contents of his own box and plopped next to Oz.
"Yeah?" Oz merely handed Xander the paper. "No way! The Buffster got married and didn't even tell us!"
Oz handed him the next paper from the pile, "there's more."