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Chapter 11 Hi, My Name is?

Sam groaned as he was pulled into the world of consciousness and he buried his face deeper into the warmth next to him trying to escape the brilliance of the sunlight on his face. "You forgot to close the curtains again." He mumbled trying to grasp the last trails of sleep his voice coming out gruffly.

"Sorry." A soft voice whispered tiredly and he felt her body curve into his as she turned her head now tucked under his chin. Sam knew it was time to get up and he sighed pulling her close briefly and pressing a quick kiss to her forehead "As much as I would like to, we can't lay in bed all day." He whispered against her skin and sat up stretching his sore muscles as he looked around the sunlight filled room.

He looked back down at the brunette's glaring blue eyes "I hate you." She mumbled sitting up and dragging a hand through her long hair.

Sam grinned "No, you don't." and it turned into a frown as he saw the nasty bump on her forehead "Must have been some party last night."

She explored the area gently wincing "Must have, I don't remember running into a door."

Sam got up and pulled out and moved to the bathroom his voice reaching her "You know I don't remember drinking that much." He came out a wet towel in hand.

She shrugged "I don't remember drinking at all." He sat back down on the bed next to her and gently ran the towel of the bruised cut cleaning off the dried blood and dirt. Giving her a soft smile he pressed a kiss to the area "There, all better."

She fluttered her eyelashes playfully before bouncing up and Sam watched the smile still on his lips as she moved about the room pulling out a flowery dress from the dresser. She turned to him as she pulled it on her eyebrow raised "You know you can't sit there all day, we're supposed to meet my sister and Faith for breakfast."

Something nagged at the back of his mind but Sam pushed it away shaking his head slightly "I'm sure they'll be fine if we're a little late."

A mischievous smile danced on her lips and Dawn moved to him straddling his lap whispering huskily "But I want pancakes."

He grinned pressing a quick kiss to her lips "Yes Ma'm." She bounced back up and Sam moved to get dressed ignoring the sensation that something wasn't right and followed his girlfriend because everything was fine, everything was exactly as it should be.

"Great thinking genius," Dean growled as he paced the room "follow the freaking light because it couldn't possibly be a trap." His voice dripped with sarcasm and he tossed a hard glare Xander's way as he continued to pace his movements jerky and stiff.

"Yeah, well I didn't see you with any bright ideas," Xander groaned as he shifted on the hard stone floor trying to find a comfortable position and he said off handedly his voice almost innocent "come to think of it, I didn't see you with any ideas at all."

Dean stopped smirking "Yeah, aren't you so funny, really man you're hilarious, we're going to die but you're funny." He went back to pacing his eyes scanning the walls and he whistled sharply before Xander could anything "Hey Sparky, found the door."

Xander slowly got to his feet wincing and limped over to where Dean was his voice tired "It's probably more tunnels, I bet its more tunnels." They had found themselves in a series of tunnels that seemed to never end and after some pointless wandering and a quick nap or two they kept on walking looking for a way out.

Dean sighed "Yeah, well, we've got nothing else to do." They began to walk Dean slightly in the lead with Xander walking close behind him in the narrow passage way. To beat back the silence that seemed to settle over the every time one of them ran out of an insult to throw at the other Xander spoke "So how is the ghost hunting business?"

Dean looked at him sharply expecting sarcasm and when he saw that Xander looked sincere he shrugged "We've got good days and bad days and then there are the days were we get our ass kicked and have to visit the emergency room."

Xander nodded "Been there, not fun."

Dean tried to seem casual as he asked "So how'd you get into the business? The whole point of leaving you behind was so that you wouldn't."

Xander grimaced "That worked out so well." He looked sheepish "Sorry." apologizing for the sarcasm when Dean had honestly answered his question without it. "Funny thing, the town you guys left me in, Hellmouth, where the demons and bad things come to party."

Dean stopped; facing him stunned "What?"

Xander smiled sadly "Yeah, Sunnydale was a Hellmouth, I didn't know until I was 16 and one of my best friends became a vampire." he shook his head a bitter smile playing across his lips "Kind of couldn't ignore it after that. Then there was the thing with Buffy being..." his eyes widened and he stopped suddenly closing his mouth tightly.

Dean, who had been stunned by the revelation of what had happened to Xander's friend caught onto that last part after a beat "Buffy being a what, what is she?" His eyes widened fearfully "She's not a demon is she? Succubus, I bet she's a succubus, that girl has muscles that can't be natural, she did this thing..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Xander interrupted holding up his hands to stop the flood of information "While I am firmly in the Drool Over Buffy club I don't want to know what she does with her muscles," he grimaced "with my older brother, God my life is soap." He groaned. His estranged, older brother was married to his best gal pal who had been the center of his unrequited love drama in high school and from the ay things looked his other, more sane brother was being ensnared in the web of his best gal pal's little sister who he used to baby-sit for AND who had a crush on him.

Dean snapped his fingers in front of Xander's face bringing him out of his daze "So if my new wife isn't a succubus what is she?"

Xander frowned his face suddenly going impassive as he reached a decision. His voice was soft but firm "You'll have to ask her, it's not my secret to tell." Before Dean could argue Xander old him "It's not that I don't want to tell you and the comic effect is tempting but if Buffy wants you to know she'll tell you, it's not exactly a big secret but things are too complicated." He indicated the situation of being stuck between his older brother and his best friend who was like a sister to him.

Truthfully, he was just covering his own ass. Once the Dean found out Buffy was a Slayer a whole lot of other things would inevitably come out, Willow being a witch and almost destroying the whole world, Dawn's keyness and through that almost destroying the world, and Faith's bad Slayerness and through her own, unique, all things forgiven, way almost destroying the world.

Xander frowned shaking his head, the tunnel was getting to him, and he hated these things.

Dean sighed "I can understand that." They started walking again and as they did he asked "She will tell me right?"

Xander grinned "Probably."

Dean turned to look back at him asking seriously "So we okay?"

Xander contemplated this for a moment before nodding "We're cool," he frowned "do you want to..."

Dean's eyes went wide and he walked faster in front of Xander "God no. You live with too many chicks man, we don't hug," he said the last part firmly "got it?"

Xander laughed "Got it."

Willow made her way up to the mansion like house on the hillside, she had drove to the gate and had decided to walk the rest of the way. She needed the fresh air to get her thoughts in order, prepare a speech, and maybe make note cards.

She had finally decided to go with Hi over Hello feeling it was more casual greeting given the situation when she saw him. He was sitting on one of the couch's the girls had placed on the patio so they could study outside in the summer.

He seemed to be studying his hands his forehead crinkled in concentration and when Willow saw his red hair gelled and spike in a familiar fashion she froze stopping in her steps.

She breathed out softly and his head flew up eyes locking on her intensely not surprised to see her. "Hey." he said softly rising.

Willow swallowed licking her dry lips and her mouth opened and closed no sound coming force. Finally she nodded a greeting and her hear beating loudly in her ears took the couple of steps up the porch to him.

Taking a deep breath she managed to whisper out "Hi."

They stood facing each other both unsure and finally Oz moved aside slightly indicating for her to sit. She did and he sat down beside her and Willow stared at the space between them trying to decide what it meant, did it have a meaning, was it meaningless, or was it a big meaning she should figure out, how could she tell if it had a meaning?

Oz broke the silence "You look good."

Willow looked up at him a small; nervous smile touched her lips "So do you. Look good I mean, you look good too. Not that you don't ever look good, because you always do, not that I'm saying you look good like Hubba Hubba, unless you want to look good, and I'll just..."

"I missed you." Oz interrupted, stopping the flow of words that didn't seem to stop. He smiled softly "I always missed you, everyday, even after..."

"Tara." Willow filled in softly a soft smile touching her lips.

Oz nodded "I heard, I'm sorry."

"So am I." She looked down at her hands than back at him "So you said over the phone that this was a wolf thing?"

Oz nodded "I've meet some other's like me, they helped me find control."

"So you don't go all furry when there's not a full moon?" Willow asked sympathically.

"Sort of, the taught me that the wolf is a part of me and I can't change that, they taught me to accept it." He shrugged "I control the wolf, sometimes I still struggle, full moons are the worse, but we're one and the same."

"Oh." Willow grinned happily taking Oz's hand in hers "I'm happy for you."

She looked down at their clasped hands a little bit surprised at her impulsive move and made to let go but Oz's grip tightened on hers. Not painfully, just holding on to her.

Willow meet his eyes and took a deep breath "So the other thing, the mating thing."

Oz laid it out there "Werewolves mate, the whole thing with Veruca," he referred to the blond werewolf that had tried to kill Willow and who he had killed to protect her "she was trying to claim me but it didn't work."

Willow, being the genius that she was, followed easily "Because you were already claimed."

"By you, you claimed me, or I claimed you, I'm not too sure on the details but the wolf claimed you as its mate."

"So?" Willow asked softly.

"We don't have to do anything, I want to be your friend again; I just have to be near you, I can feel you, how you feel, if you're in danger. I didn't understand it at first, when Tara died I felt it tear through me, I felt your rage like my own, I almost killed a couple of the guys but luckily they knew what was going on."

Willow paled remembering what she had done, remembering that place she had gone that she still felt inside her "Oh god Oz, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, I understand." He took a deep breath "When they told me I was relieved," he looked at her guilty "I knew you loved Tara, I knew you had moved on but I didn't want to let you go," he smiled softly "I guess I always looked forward to that day in Istanbul."

Willow grinned remembering what she had told them when they had last parted, that one day if she turned the corner in Istanbul and saw him she wouldn't be surprised. Secretly, she had been looking forward to it too. She had loved Tara, she had loved her with all her heart but Oz had been the first one to touch her heart, he had been the first one to make her love. Tara had understood that and now Willow was too.

"I want to try," she told him firmly her grip tightening on his "being friends, maybe something more, whatever it is, I want to try. I still love you Oz."

He smiled his smiles like the rest of him, deep and all consuming "I'm in, all the way."

Willow seemed to light up as all the worry dropped away and impulsively she launched herself into Oz's arms pressing a quick, nervous kiss to his lips "Good, so..."

Before she could finish one of the Slayers came out tension throughout her body her eyes clouded with fear "Willow," the witch and werewolf turned to look at her and her words hit them hard "we can't find them, any of them, it's like their gone."

Buffy laid the napkin on her lap smoothing the black, frilly dress she wore down her legs and she turned to the laughing couple as they entered the room "Took you long enough?" she teased a smile on her bright red lips. Her blond hair curled softly around her shoulders.

Dawn settled into the seat by Faith giving the brunette a quick grin "What can I say, we have better things to do than breakfast."

Faith grinned at Sam "I can see that."

He ducked his head a blush creeping up his cheeks and looked around the bustling dining room of the hotel "Did Sherry check out?"

Buffy nodded "Last night, her husband found a place." Buffy picked up the glass of water swirling it around in the cup before taking a small sip.

"Where did you get that?" Dawn asked her softly.

"I don't know." Buffy told her her brow furrowing in confusion as she looked at the golden wedding band on her left ring finger. She put the glass down spinning it slightly with her thumb as she tried to place the fleeting image of a face in her mind.

"I do hope you are enjoying your stay." Buffy looked up startled at the dark haired man who had came to stand beside her.

She smiled brightly ring forgotten "Yes, Mr. Zeeman, you have a wonderful establishment."

His smile widened as he looked at the group. He had jet black hair slicked back to the collar of his smart, expensive suit. His grey eyes were kind and he was somewhere in his late thirties. Buffy's moved to the dark haired little girl clinging to his side and she shivered slightly as the girls eyes locked on hers and the small mouth twisted into a half smile that wasn't reflected in her eyes.

"Is there anything you need Miss Summers?" he asked her softly. Buffy tore her eyes away from the little girl and shook her head returning the smile "Oh, no, we're fine, thank you." He nodded and turned away to see to someone else his daughter close to his side.

Buffy turned back to the group and she watched as Sam stared intently at the pair before looking back at her "So what were we talking about?"

They paused before Dawn put in tentatively "Our plans for the day, I was thinking we could go swimming, this place was the greatest pool."