Summary: Oz's presence has... repercussions. S2 E27
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Pre-fic Comments:
Yes, I'm winging this. Expect the unexpected (and inane, crappy plot.)
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"What do you mean, I'll want to change shape?," Xander asked immediately.
The tall stranger smirked. "Wait, and you'll know."
"You startin' to think that this sounds like a bum deal?," Xander asked Oz.
The young wolf shrugged wordlessly.
"Instincts," Jens relented. "You'll get them soon. Your hair has already changed; your eyes will be next. Then the instincts, then the Change."
"I'm assuming you're not talking about bus tokens here," Xander joked.
Jens frowned. "No, I'm not. A complete physical change from human to snow leopard, right down to the teeth."
"What about me?," Oz asked.
Jens shrugged, leaning back in Giles' office chair. "You Change at the full moon, no other time."
"Bummer," the bassist said simply.
"Hey, you get the option of normal hair," Jens said, raising an eyebrow. He pointed at his grey, black, and white hair, then Xander's. "We get funny looking hair and slit pupils."
"Great," Oz said. "Wonderful, even."
"Look," Jens said, leaning forwards on the chair, "I only came here originally to get the werewolf, and bring him back with me. You, Mister Harris, screwed things up for me."
"Hey! You came in all 'come with me or get your own body bag'!," Xander protested. "I don't know how things in your little were-thingy society works, but around here we've got this little thing called 'looking out for your friends'!"
The older were-cat looked /very/ upset at this. "It was a joke!"
"Making jokes like that on the Hellmouth is like making dead baby jokes in a Hospital nursery!," Xander snapped. "Back me up here, Oz!"
"True," the wolf nodded.
"Okay already, I apologise!," Jens snapped. "What more do you want, blood?"
"Do I /look/ like Angel?"
"Angel?"
"Angelus, Scourge of Europe, got himself a soul and went all brood-boy...," Xander trailed off. "Don't you guys talk to the Watcher's Council?"
Jens blinked. "You know Angelus?"
"More like a mutual dislike," Oz said.
"And you're still alive?," Jens asked, stunned.
"Please," Xander snorted. "He hides in his basement all day and all night. I had to force him at crosspoint to help out when the love of his unlife was gonna get it in the neck from the local Master. Although I could possibly have to be careful, now. Hehe, I've still got the launcher to scare him off with."
"Oh. Well, I've got to bring you two with me back to HQ, so we can teach Fido here about being a good little doggy, then once you've learn everything, kitten, you can do whatever you like. But not before," Jens said superciliously.
"Name's Oz," Oz said, eyebrows lowering slightly.
"While I would love for my dad to be someone other than who he is, you are not him," Xander said. "And you've got the wrong body to be my Mum."
"You don't get the picture," Jens said. A nasty scowl bloomed on his face. "You're coming with me whether you like it or not."
Xander immediately got up and left Giles' office.
"Hey, where are you going?," Jens demanded.
"G-man!," Xander called out.
"Don't call me that!," Giles said, emerging from a pair of shelves with a book in hand. "What seems to be the problem?"
"This guy wants to try and kidnap me!," Xander protested.
"I am not!," Jens countered. "He's coming with me so he can learn how not to hurt himself!"
"And I'm staying here at the Hellmouth where I am needed worse than you need a bath!," Xander retorted.
"YOU ARE--," Jens began.
"SILENCE!," Giles roared. He then looked quite embarrassed at his outburst. "Er, quiet, please. Now, you are not going to unlawfully abduct Xander. I'm sure we can reach a mutually profitable outcome if we discuss the matter."
"I'm not leaving here without the kitten and the cub," Jens said pugnaciously.
Giles wordlessly strode over to the book cage, and pulled out a loaded crossbow. The tip had a suspiciously light grey shimmer to it.
"I'll be back," Jens promised.
With that, the European were-snow-leopard vanished through the Library double doors at a light jog.
Half a second later, Buffy walked through the doors, licking an orange chocolate chip icecream.
"Hey, guys," she waved. "What'd I miss?"
"We seem to have contracted a rather powerful enemy," Giles said grimly, "in the form of this were-creature's commanders."
"Wow," the Slayer said. "How'd you piss 'em off?"
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Buffy wasn't a happy camper.
"I have no records of a society of werecreatures," Buffy said in a deep voice, mimicking Giles' British accent. "Buffy, do find out what Willy knows."
She banged on the door to Willy's Alibi as a polite warning, then stormed to the bar.
"Look, I'll call you back," Willy said into the phone, hanging it up. He smiled at the Slayer nervously, baring his teeth in an attempt at friendlyness. All it did was exaggerate his buckteeth. "What can I do for you, Slayer?"
Mentally, the bartender added, And please don't hurt me.
"I wanna know what you know about some were-thingy society," Buffy demanded.
A thin sheen of sweat grew on Willy's face. "Uh, Willy doesn't know anything about any werewolves or anything like that, sorry."
Buffy reached across and grabbed him by his collar. She was NOT having a good life, what with Angel losing his soul, someone trying to kidnap Oz and Xander, and now a /new/ enemy just to round things out. "I don't have time for twenty questions. Were-thingies, now."
"I can't tell you!," Willy squealed. "I'd get in BIG trouble!"
Buffy punched him in the nose. Blood began to flow from the broken cartilage as she pulled her crimson stained hand back, wiping it clean absently with a piece of rag she normally used later to pass muster if Joyce should catch her sneaking back to her room. Aw, man... some of the blood had gotten into a cut she'd gotten from helping her Mum with tea. She'd have to remember to check if she'd had her shots for rabies and the like.
"Bigger than if the Watcher's Council gets pissed at you?," Buffy demanded. A thought entered her mind. "What about the IRS?"
Willy whimpered in terror.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!," the rat-like bartended squealed.
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Post-fic Comments:
Evilness happening to Buffy can be blamed on HPackrat.