TITLE: We're Friends Right (Not very original I know..)
RATING: G for now, maybe Pg-13 - R in next few chapters
FEEDBACK: Sure!
SPOILERS: Um.not really.1st few episodes of season 4.
SUMMARY: Oz and Xander have a little chat
DISCLAIMER: These characters do not belong to me, no matter how much I wish they did. They are property of Joss Whedon; I just borrow them for my stories!
AUTHORS' NOTES: This takes place after the first couple of episodes of the fourth season. After Xander had his "experience" with Anya.
Oz didn't know when it had happened. He hadn't even realised it was happening. And yet there it was. He nodded at his companion, "We're friends."
Xander seemed satisfied with this and leaned back into the couch he was currently sharing with Willow's spiky haired, guitar playing boyfriend. The question had just shot out of his mouth without warning. Sure, he'd thought about it but he didn't need to be asking it. He really didn't need to publicise his insecurities, he didn't need to feel anymore pathetic than he did all ready. But he just couldn't stop himself could he? He really needed to see a doctor about that. Surely it was some kind of weird syndrome, right?
"So I can talk to you?"
Oz raised an eyebrow. "Proved by the fact that you are."
Xander rolled his eyes "You know what I mean!"
"Yes. Do you have something you wanna talk about?"
"No, no. I just might, you know, need someone to talk to that is non-Buffy or non-Willow or non-female in general."
"For guy stuff" Oz said in understanding
"Right!"
"So what's wrong?" Oz asked looking at Xander over his soda.
"Nothing! Why'd you ask?"
"Not sure. Could be that your a lot more jumpy than usual or the fact that you just asked if we were friends. Or it could be that you smell real funky today."
"What? I smell funky? What do you mean?"
Oz shrugged, "Just.Off, I guess. Like something is not right. Like something is bothering you."
"You can smell that?" Xander was shocked, and not a little weirded out.
"Werewolf thing. Helps when Willow's worried about something. I can buy her a little something and cheer her up."
"Oh." Xander smiled, that'd be a pretty cool power to have. "So I guess, my lying ain't gonna convince you that I'm hunky dory huh?"
Oz shrugged again, "I don't know man, you were pretty convincing."
RATING: G for now, maybe Pg-13 - R in next few chapters
FEEDBACK: Sure!
SPOILERS: Um.not really.1st few episodes of season 4.
SUMMARY: Oz and Xander have a little chat
DISCLAIMER: These characters do not belong to me, no matter how much I wish they did. They are property of Joss Whedon; I just borrow them for my stories!
AUTHORS' NOTES: This takes place after the first couple of episodes of the fourth season. After Xander had his "experience" with Anya.
Oz didn't know when it had happened. He hadn't even realised it was happening. And yet there it was. He nodded at his companion, "We're friends."
Xander seemed satisfied with this and leaned back into the couch he was currently sharing with Willow's spiky haired, guitar playing boyfriend. The question had just shot out of his mouth without warning. Sure, he'd thought about it but he didn't need to be asking it. He really didn't need to publicise his insecurities, he didn't need to feel anymore pathetic than he did all ready. But he just couldn't stop himself could he? He really needed to see a doctor about that. Surely it was some kind of weird syndrome, right?
"So I can talk to you?"
Oz raised an eyebrow. "Proved by the fact that you are."
Xander rolled his eyes "You know what I mean!"
"Yes. Do you have something you wanna talk about?"
"No, no. I just might, you know, need someone to talk to that is non-Buffy or non-Willow or non-female in general."
"For guy stuff" Oz said in understanding
"Right!"
"So what's wrong?" Oz asked looking at Xander over his soda.
"Nothing! Why'd you ask?"
"Not sure. Could be that your a lot more jumpy than usual or the fact that you just asked if we were friends. Or it could be that you smell real funky today."
"What? I smell funky? What do you mean?"
Oz shrugged, "Just.Off, I guess. Like something is not right. Like something is bothering you."
"You can smell that?" Xander was shocked, and not a little weirded out.
"Werewolf thing. Helps when Willow's worried about something. I can buy her a little something and cheer her up."
"Oh." Xander smiled, that'd be a pretty cool power to have. "So I guess, my lying ain't gonna convince you that I'm hunky dory huh?"
Oz shrugged again, "I don't know man, you were pretty convincing."