Just a little something that's been in my head for a bit, thought I should put it out there. For timeline wise, this takes place a few weeks after Buffy 4x19 and around the point of the flash forward in Teen Wolf 6x20.

Oz was running as fast as he could, trying to ignore the pain in his legs. He could hear his pursuers coming after him and Oz knew he couldn't outrun them forever.

It was a few weeks after Oz had left Willow and the Scoobies behind, again. He was wandering, not really sure where to go, when out of nowhere, they just came after him. Werewolf Hunters. But they weren't like Cain, they were organized, trained. They seemed to hunt in groups as well. They possessed a variety of weapons, ranging from crossbows to some weird high tech baton. They'd been hunting him for days.

Oz panted, using a wall of some building he had run into for support. He could hear the hunters coming in, looking for him obviously. Oz couldn't run anymore. He was debating unleashing the wolf when he heard something outside.

Oz paused, not sure what had shifted at first. Then, he heard a roar. Not like a human, but like some kind of animal. The werewolf in him had a strange reaction. Oz felt like he should go to the source of the roar, and it was more difficult for Oz to resist than he expected. He heard the hunters cry out and the sound of gun shots startled Oz. He heard a scuffle and, from his vantage point, he saw the hunters thrown into a wall, hitting their heads hard enough to get knocked out.

For a moment, it was silent in the room. Then, Oz heard two pairs of footsteps. Oz tensed, prepared to fight. Then, two men walked into view.

One was a Hispanic young man, around Oz's age, maybe a little older. He had short dark brown hair with matching eyes that seemed both wise and kind at the same time. The other was a bearded Caucasian man, who was several years older. He had dark hair and hazel eyes that seemed to stare deep into Oz's soul, like he was trying to assess something.

"Are you alright?" the Hispanic man asked.

"Y-yeah," Oz said, hating how his voice stammered as he looked towards the unconscious hunters. "You saved my life. Thanks."

"Don't mention. I'm Scott, this is Derek," Scott said, gesturing to the bearded man before holding a hand out to Oz.

Oz stared at him for a few moments, uncertain. As he looked into Scott's eyes, he saw Scott's pupils turn red for a moment. It should have scared him but, for a reason he couldn't explain, Oz felt oddly comforted. Finally, Oz took Scott's hand in a handshake.

"I'm Oz," Oz introduced himself.

Later, the three of them sat in a hotel room Derek had booked, several towns over. Oz sat on a bad as Scott and Derek explained what was going on.

"So those guys were Werewolf hunters?" Oz asked, receiving two nods in answer.

"They work for someone called Monroe," Scott started.

"Most hunters live by a code, they don't really go out of their way to kill werewolves unless they've taken a human life," Derek explained. "Monroe is different. She hates all werewolves, wants to see us all dead."

"We've been trying to stop her for the last few years," Scott continued. "But she has an army of hunters between her and us. By the time we figure out where she is, her army gives her time to get away every time we try to stop her."

Oz was silent as he processed all this. His experiences with other werewolves had not been pleasant, to say the least, but he reasoned that, just like with people, he couldn't judge all of them based on a few bad eggs. And Scott and Derek seemed decent enough. And genocide seemed a bit extreme to him.

"How'd you find me?" Oz asked what he'd been wondering for a while now.

"We have a network devoted to picking up chatter on Monroe's movements. We got word that some of her hunters were on the tail of an Omega. A wolf without a pack," Scott added at Oz's blank look.

"So you two go around protecting werewolves from Monroe?" Oz asked.

"Us and a few others. We try to save as many as we can, but sometimes we're too late," Derek said and Oz could see the toll the lives they weren't able to save took on him.

As Oz looked at Scot, he was reminded of Buffy: someone who had been forced to shoulder a terrible burden too soon in life. As he remembered Scott's glowing eyes, Oz was beginning to think Scott was a very different kind of werewolf.

"That glowing eye thing, how'd you do that?" Oz asked and both Scott and Derek looked at him oddly.

"Can't you do it?" Scott asked oddly.

"No," Oz said, perplexed by Scott's reaction.

"I thought all werewolves had glowing eyes," Scott said as he looked at Derek for an explanation.

"Not all of them," Derek said as he thought deeply. "Many centuries ago, there was a sort of splitting of the species I guess you could say. Several packs retreated into the woods, became more savage and wild. They lost the ability to retain control over their transformations and when they shifted, they looked more like a wild monkey than a wolf. Were you bitten or born Oz?"

"Bitten," Oz answered and Derek nodded, looking like a suspicion was confirmed.

"You were probably bitten by a descendant of one of the wilder packs then," Derek reasoned.

"I was able to stop my transformations…until recently," Oz sighed as he thought of the events at Sunnydale University.

It was clear to Scott and Derek that it a painful subject. The two exchanged a look, seeming to communicate without words before Derek nodded.

"I'll take a shower. Why don't you bring Oz up to speed?" Derek suggested before he walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"You wanna talk about it?" Scott asked once they were alone. "It's okay if you don't want to but I'm a good listener."

"It's kind of…complicated," Oz hedged and Scott smiled.

"Complicated is my life story," Scott said and Oz let out a slight smile before sighing.

"About five months ago, I lost control over my wolf. Before I could just lock myself in a cage on the full moon and live a normal life every other day of the year. But then…I couldn't control it anymore. I was a danger to everyone, especially my girlfriend. I left to find a way to control it, I found it in Tibet. I went back to my girlfriend but…by then, she had moved on," Oz said as he looked down at his hand, seeing them beginning to change as he thought of Willow and Tara. "I can't control myself around her anymore. Can't even think of her without starting to change."

"She was your anchor," Scott said after a moment and Oz looked at him oddly.

"My what?"

"The thing that helped you control your transformations. Focusing on her helped you stay human," Scott explained and Oz paused, reflecting on this.

"I guess so," Oz allowed and Scott stared at him for a moment.

"My first girlfriend was my anchor to at first," Scott said and Oz raised an eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this. "When we broke up, I was having trouble controlling myself. My mom told me something that I never forgot, something that helped me control myself: be your own anchor."

"Be my own anchor? What does that mean?" Oz asked confused.

"Rather than trying to control yourself for her, do it for yourself. Because as long as you're doing it for her, you will never really be able to control yourself on the full moon," Scott warned him. "You fall in love more than once Oz. Trust me."

Oddly enough, Oz did trust Scott. He looked back down at his hands, which were already half transformed, and closed his eyes, trying to do what Scott said. Be your own anchor, Oz thought to himself. For several moments, he breathed in and out deeply, using some breathing techniques he had learned in Tibet. Finally, he opened his eyes and saw that his hands had returned to normal.

"I…didn't think that would work," Oz said in surprise and Scott chuckled slightly.

"Neither did I on the first try," Scott admitted and it was silent between them.

"What happens now?" Oz finally asked.

"That's up to you," Scott said. "I'll be honest with you Oz. You can try and go out on your own, but now that she knows about you, Monroe will never stop hunting you. And if they catch up with you again, I may not be there to save you next time."

"I never did anything to her," Oz muttered and Scott looked at him in empathy.

"I know," Scott said, Oz reminding him of himself when he was first turned. "But she doesn't care. Monroe cannot be reasoned with, she's been consumed by hate and fear. She will not stop until we are all dead. So, you have a choice Oz: You can try and outrun them, or you can come with me and Derek, join my pack. But if you do, you'll have to fight. It's your choice. I won't try and make you."

As they slept that night, Oz thought long and hard about his options. He admitted he was tempted to just turn around and head back to Sunnydale, but he didn't want to put Willow and the Scoobies in danger, he'd done that already once before. And going on the run didn't really appeal to him. Realistically, he knew Scott was his best option. Maybe it was weird to trust someone he'd just met so much, but Scott just had that way about him. You wanted to trust him.

"You sure about this Oz?" Scott asked the next morning as the three werewolves stood outside Derek's car in the parking lot. "If you do this, you can't ever go back."

"I haven't been able to go back since before I met you," Oz said honestly. "I can't say I'm looking forward to going up against Monroe and her army, but I've faced worse odds. Let's do this."

Scott looked for any sign of hesitation of conflict in Oz's eyes. Finding none, Scott nodded. They all got into the car, Derek in the driver's seat, Scott in the passenger's and Oz getting the back to himself. Derek put the car in drive as the three werewolves headed towards their destiny.

I apologize if Oz seems out of character, he's kind of a hard character to write for as its rather difficult to get inside his head.

The splitting werewolves was my attempt at explaining the differences between werewolves on Buffy and Teen Wolf.

So, this was more or less an attempt to give Oz a more satisfying ending as opposed to canon. I left it open ended as I might do a follow up one day.