HAHAHAHA! srry i was just readin this really funne fic. heres the next chap, if u reviewed and i missed u, srry.

ShouldBeInHollyWood: he knows about Balthazar cuz… well word travels u no? he heard about it some where. I agree w/u kennedy stinks. lets make a I Hate Kennedy fanclub or something. as we've been watchin season 7 it has really stuck out 2 me how rude, naive, and just well… stupid she is. I feel so bad 4 Will, having 2 deal w/her during that season and possibly after wards. And it's spelled F-A-E not F-E-A and pronounced Fay

In the Land of Oz

Previously on Rome:

Luca's brow creased, "Help with what?"

"Balthazar."

Now to the present:

Oz sat in a folding chair in the middle of a dark room. A single light hung from the ceiling. Oz' eyes flicked around the room, searching the shadows. Two men stepped out of the shadows, one Oz knew, the other he had never seen before. Don't know how I could've missed him if I have. How many people walk around wearing black leather dusters, boots, and a beat up old wide brimmed leather hat? The hat cast a shadow over the man's face, so Oz had no idea what this guy looked like. Well other than the fact that he's exactly six feet tall and limps on his right leg. And very broad of the shoulders, which makes him look shorter. The man walked around and stood behind Oz, Fae stood directly in front of him and leaned over until they were eye to eye.

"How do you in tend to help us?"

"Well, I work very well with the Scooby Gang. I figured we could start from there."

"The Scooby Gang. If you had intended to work with them on this problem why did you come to us?"

"Well we had a bit of a fall out."

"A fall out."

"Yeah, and I was kinda hoping you could help me with that."

"You want us to help you get back into the good graces of the Scooby Gang?"

"Something like that."

Fae snorted and stood upright. He exchanged glances with the other man before he spoke again, "Why?" Oz just looked at him blankly so he elaborated, "Why should we help you with this? There are over fifty slayers in Rome, why would your assistance be the key element they need to solve this puzzle?"

Oz shrugged, "I don't know, because I can pronounce Latin very well?"

"Latin?" Fae looked over Oz' shoulder and nodded, "Yes, they must need some one to help then pronounce Latin. Dante?"

A teenager about seventeen years old came into the room, "What?"

"Take Mr. Osborne to the home of the Original. We have no more need of him."

Dante grabbed Oz' arm and herded him out of the warehouse. Once outside Oz jerked his arm out of Dante's grip and walked silently beside him. They were halfway to Buffy's when Oz spoke, "So Faithful, who's the guy with the hat?" The boy was silent. Oz glanced at him, the teenager's eyes were glued on the road ahead of them and his expression was made of stone. Oz sighed no talking then. He was surprised when Dante spoke, "You don't recognize him?"

Oz shook his head, "Should I?"

The other boy shrugged, "I don't know, you worked with a watcher all those years, I just figured you knew."

"Do you know who he is?" But he got no answer until they were right outside Buffy's door. Then the taller boy swung around to face Oz and grabbed his arm, "No body knows who he is. Except for those who already know. " Then he knocked on the door and left, leaving Oz to pry Dawn off all by himself.

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Willow had a death grip on Oz' hand. She sat on his right and Dawn was on his left, and together they took up the whole couch. Willow turned to him suddenly and said, "It's good to see you, I'm glad you're back." Oz smiled slightly, she had been saying that every five minutes ever since he had gotten here. Dawn laid her head on Oz' shoulder, she didn't remember him all that well. The only thing I really remember about him was the huge hole he created when he left. It was bigger than when Tara had. And it took longer to patch. She frowned slightly, I wonder why that was. I mean, Tara died, Oz is still here. A/N: duh Dawn that's why it hurts more, cuz Willow doesn't have to worry about Tara ne more. And besides she never really loved Tara ne way, only Oz. O and srry if some of u think that my portrayal of Dawn makes her look stupid. cuz she's not. Dawn lifted her head and looked at the living room clock, "Um, Willow maybe we should let Oz go to bed, it's past twelve."

Willow jumped and looked around the room, surprised to find it empty. Xander and Andrew left with Giles, and Buffy went to bed. I guess Faith left after Giles… no Faith left before Kennedy did. Willow shook her head angrily, sleep was making her confused. "Um, sure Dawnie. Would you get some sheets and stuff out of the closet?" Dawn nodded and got up, and Willow turned to Oz. "Are you okay with sleeping on the couch?"

He nodded, "Yeah, it's okay."

Willow looked at him for a moment, as if unsure that she believed him, before helping Dawn put the sheets on. After they had finished Dawn hurried back to her room, leaving Willow and Oz alone. Oz sat back down on the couch and took his shoes off. Willow stood twisting her hands nervously, "Um, are you…I mean are you sure it's okay? Cuz you can have my bed if you want it." Oz stood and walked up to her, he smiled and kissed her on the cheek, "Good night Willow." Willow was still, her hand on her cheek, before walking zombie-like back to her bedroom. He kissed me. Well on the cheek not all that romantic, but still, he kissed me. Maybe he still likes me. Willow climbed into bed and fell asleep easily with that hopeful thought in mind.

Oz did not get off so easily. Okay so what happened back there in that room? Why did Fae let me go so easily? Oz knew Fae, they had fought together while Oz had been in Rome and they had E-mailed before, while Oz had still been in Sunnydale. He had thought they were friends. But Fae was a hard man to make friends with, and Oz hadn't gotten off the hook without a few scratches. He must know something, and who was the strange guy? Fae has lots of connections, but when he interrogates he always interrogates alone. So who ever this guys is, he must get along really well with Fae in order to be in that room while Fae asked the questions. Maybe Giles could figure it out with the new information Oz had given him.

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The strange man in question was sitting in a library. But this was not a public library, the roaring fireplace and glass doors on the bookshelves seemed to state that well enough. Fae sat across from him in a huge burgundy chair. Neither of the two men seemed to notice the silence. The stranger glanced at Fae, "Can you be more accurate?"

Fae shook his head, "It doesn't work like that. The memories come in flashes and are gone before you realize what happened."

"The watcher's council didn't think so. They believed you could access them like books in a bookshelf."

"There was a time when we could do that but now?" Fae shook his head, "No." He looked at the big man, "Why do you refer to they watchers council? You don't work for them any more. And besides, most of them couldn't recognize the pointy end of a stake."

The other man snorted and pulled off his hat, reveling stormy gray eyes. "No they couldn't. But they had so much information at their finger tips it didn't really matter." Fae leaned back into his seat and scrutinized him. The man that sat before him was very well tanned for a man who wore a hat all day. His long black/brown hair was braided, and when he stood up it fell down past his waist. The cool gray eyes returned Fae's questioning gaze, "There is no one here who doesn't already know who I am. And I don't think there is any one left on this plane who would recognize me even if they did see me."

Fae lifted an eyebrow, "I don't know, the watcher might recognize you."

"He might, but that would require seeing me. And as far as I know, he won't be doing that any time soon. Oh and I have been meaning to ask you, who all do you have with you?"

"You mean in the pack, or in me?"

"You."

"There is only one. But the memories are more. With the reincarnation process the way it is, it is hard to determine how many. I think there are more than fifteen, but Marissa only has seven."

"Fifteen makes sense, there were seventeen Alphas in Rome and the memory transfer didn't start until late. When were you bitten?"

"Oh please, you know the answer to that."

"Yes I do. If you have the memories of fifteen Alpha wolves, do you have their wisdom?"

Fae laughed, "Maybe. If they had any wisdom." he sobered, "If I bit someone, they would be given the memories, and mine."

"Would they receive them immediately?"

"No only after I died would they receive."

"Do you all have the same memories?"

"No. Marissa has the memories of the betas; Dante has memories of the hunt. They're all different. Personalized by the one that has then."

"You called this process reincarnation. Why?"

Fee shrugged, "'cause that's what it is. The Wolf in me is the same wolf that was in the first Alpha." He stared in to the fire, "The wolf never really dies, and after I die it will go on to live in the spirit of one of my Wolf Children."

The gray eyed man stood up and walked over to a bookshelf, "The vampire simply call them their children."

Fae snorted, "That's because they can't reproduce. I may have blood children some day."

"Who would marry a werewolf?"

"You'd be surprised."

The man picked up his hat and settled it back on his head, "I'm over six thousand years old, it takes a lot to surprise me." With that he strode out of the room, leaving Fae staring at the fire.

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Oooo, 6,000 yrs old! who is he? sticks tongue out I'm not telling! hehe R&R!