Title:Loosen
Author:Nicole de Lancret(me)
Rating:PG-13(for some language and typical Austin Powers humour.)
Disclaimer:Joss Whedon should rot in hell for creating Oz then throwing him
away.
Note:This is an Austin Powers/BtVS crossover. Takes place in the fourth
season before Wild at Heart. Which never happened. DO YOU HEAR ME? NEVER!
Please R&R. Enjoy!'Cause if you don't...
Oz stood in front of the mirror in his dorm room, spiking his hair for his date with Willow that night. He smiled to himself, hoping that he would get some Willow-kissage. He crossed the room, and went to the bath- room sink. Pulling out the Gillette razor and shaving cream, he started to shave the traces of stubble on his pale face. Suddenly, there came a knock on the door.
"Shit!" He said, cutting himself with the razor. "Just a minute!" Oz shouted, wiping his face with the towel. He jogged out of the bathroom, but before he could open the door, the door opened itself, though it was locked. Actually, exploded is more the phrase. A huge red-headed man waddled in.
"Surprise surprise!"He shouted with a thick Scottish accent.
"What the f-" but before Oz could finish a tranquilizer dart was buried in his shoulder. As he slumped into unconsciousness he saw the fat Scottish man laughing at him.
Fat Bastard chuckled to himself as he picked up the still form and shoved it into a large bag. He zipped up the zipper, put a lock on the bag, and whipped out his cell phone.
"Dr. Evil?" The man barked. "Yes?" Came the drawl at the other end. "I've got 'im." "Good..The plane will be waiting for you at the Sunnydale airport.
Fat Bastard clicked the end button with his sausage-like finger, picked up the bag, and said quietly to himself, "Oh, yer not gonna like this sonny jim. Yer fathers got summat in store for you that yer not gonna like on wee little bit."
To Be Continued
Oz stood in front of the mirror in his dorm room, spiking his hair for his date with Willow that night. He smiled to himself, hoping that he would get some Willow-kissage. He crossed the room, and went to the bath- room sink. Pulling out the Gillette razor and shaving cream, he started to shave the traces of stubble on his pale face. Suddenly, there came a knock on the door.
"Shit!" He said, cutting himself with the razor. "Just a minute!" Oz shouted, wiping his face with the towel. He jogged out of the bathroom, but before he could open the door, the door opened itself, though it was locked. Actually, exploded is more the phrase. A huge red-headed man waddled in.
"Surprise surprise!"He shouted with a thick Scottish accent.
"What the f-" but before Oz could finish a tranquilizer dart was buried in his shoulder. As he slumped into unconsciousness he saw the fat Scottish man laughing at him.
Fat Bastard chuckled to himself as he picked up the still form and shoved it into a large bag. He zipped up the zipper, put a lock on the bag, and whipped out his cell phone.
"Dr. Evil?" The man barked. "Yes?" Came the drawl at the other end. "I've got 'im." "Good..The plane will be waiting for you at the Sunnydale airport.
Fat Bastard clicked the end button with his sausage-like finger, picked up the bag, and said quietly to himself, "Oh, yer not gonna like this sonny jim. Yer fathers got summat in store for you that yer not gonna like on wee little bit."
To Be Continued