Old Doc Crazy had a Pharm, E-I-E-I-oh good, no one's dead. Well... permanently dead anyways. Or permanently dead in a walking around way... Anyhow, no confounded Owen corpses here.

When Buffy gasped awake she was in the back of a car with Martha and Owen hovering over her. Martha pulled back with shock on her face. Owen seemed somewhat surprised, but he got over it quickly after a glance to Jack and then back at her.

"What happened?" Buffy asked as she slowly sat up. The rest of the team were not in the car.

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For Owen, things were going both in slow motion and at double speed. He pulled himself up slowly while Jack and Gwen rushed at the injured Copley. He moved over the ground just a couple of feet to Buffy's body. He checked for breathing, for a pulse, but the blood all over her shirt and the ground told him all too clearly that she was dead. He was almost startled when Martha was suddenly there too and trying to revive Buffy. She desperately pumped Buffy's chest and Owen had to pull her off.

"She's gone," he said hollowly as he held onto the other doctor. He looked up at Jack. Owen expected to see more open grief on the captain's face, but instead it was oddly closed.

Jack looked around as he sorted through the next course of actions they needed to take. He looked at the jeep they had used with the dead man behind the wheel. "Ianto, find us some other way of getting back."

The Welshman nodded silently and immediately left to do that. Giving him a job was the best thing at that moment.

"Gwen?" It was all he had to say for her to follow Ianto. Jack walked over to Toshiko. "I want you to make extra sure this is all taken care of."

She looked at him through tears. "Jack, how can… She's…"

"Tosh, we have a job to finish, and then we can deal with everything else." He put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a slight but comforting squeeze. "Please, Tosh."

She nodded.

Ianto and Gwen came back with two smaller utility vehicles. Jack lifted Buffy into the back of one and Owen and Martha followed her. Jack got behind the wheel. Gwen, Ianto, and Tosh took the other car.

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Buffy didn't get an answer. Martha was too shocked, and Owen was yelling at Jack.

"You knew this would happen, didn't you? And you didn't say anything! Would it have killed you, Harkness, just to say 'don't worry, she'll be up again in a minute?' Would it? Because right now I'd like to bloody kill you for not saying anything!"

"I don't understand," Martha said when Owen stopped for breath. "How could Jack know…"

"Because she's his bleeding daughter," Owen replied.

"Actually I've stopped bleeding," Buffy said. "Headache from coming back aside, I feel much better right now."

"Glad to hear it," Jack said.

Owen was doing his best impression of a fish. His eyes were bulging and his mouth opened and closed and opened again without making any sound.

"Wait," Martha said, still confused. "How… The Doctor said…"

"The impossible daughter of an impossible man," Jack said.

"Who the bloody hell is this Doctor?" Owen shouted. "All three of you keep talking about this mysterious doctor, and as a physician I want to know who the hell he is!"

"Three?" Jack asked. "Buffy?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention," she said with overly sweet, false innocence. "Those missing years, I was travelling with the Doctor. That's how I met Martha and joined UNIT. He's also the one who told me about you."

"And you're telling me about this only now?" Jack said angrily. Owen muttered something about not being the only one feeling that way. They had pulled into the Torchwood parking area, but no one moved to get out of the car. The others had already arrived and were presumably in the Hub.

"Is anyone going to answer my question?" Owen grumbled.

"He doesn't have any other name… that he'd tell us anyways," Martha explained.

"He's just this alien going around space and time calling himself the Doctor," Buffy said.

"How…"

"Don't ask," Jack grumbled testily. More and more of his secrets were out in the open and he wasn't sure he liked it. Not to mention all the secrets being kept from him that were now coming out.

They all got out of the car and went into the Hub. If no one noticed the rest of the team's surprise at seeing no one carrying Buffy's body, they certainly couldn't miss the shock at seeing her up, alive, and walking.

"Oh my God!" Gwen exclaimed.

"Buffy?" Tosh said as if not believing her eyes.

Ianto nearly dropped a coffee cup. Nearly.

"But they said you were dead," Gwen said.

"I got better," Buffy said with a shrug. "Family, slayer thing. Just give me some of Ianto's magic coffee and I'll be peachy keen again."

"I think we could all use some of that," Jack said.

"Already brewed and waiting," Ianto answered.

"Remind me later to pay tribute to the Almighty Coffee God," Jack said, using Buffy's name for him.

Ianto only ducked his head with the slightest blush and hurried off to get everyone a cup.

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Jack gave everyone a couple days off to recuperate. Martha stayed a short while to spend some time with Jack and Buffy, but soon UNIT wanted her back. Torchwood all went to a pub on her last evening with them to give her a going away party.

They all sat around a large booth, except for Ianto who was going to the bar to order. First he asked if they all just wanted a beer. Buffy was the only one to object.

"Beer and I don't mix well," she said to Ianto's stare and Jack's raised eyebrow. Ianto walked off while Gwen tried to get the conversation going.

"You don't drink beer?" Gwen said with a laugh. "You definitely aren't Welsh."

"Is there a story in all this?" Jack asked as if he already knew the answer.

"To paint a word picture, beer-drunk Buffy says, 'Tree pretty. Fire bad.'" There were chuckles around the booth.

"Looks like there's going to be a band playing here," Tosh observed.

"Oh god," Owen said and started muttering about bad music played by fat fingered idiots.

When Ianto returned the band was testing the sound of their instruments. Jack asked him, "What's the word on this band that's setting up?"

"They're American," Ianto answered while passing around all the drinks. "Supposedly they're not bad."

A few chords into the first song, Buffy's eyes widened. "Oh my god!"

"What?" Owen asked.

"That can't be…" Buffy turned and got up on her knees on the seat to get a better view of the band. "Oz! It's Oz!" She turned and sat back down. "Oh my god. It's Oz. Oz!"

"Who?" Owen asked.

"Apparently someone named Oz," Ianto said dryly.

"I take it you know him?" Jack said and Ianto gave a snort at the obviousness of the answer. Jack frowned and Ianto refrained from any more wise cracks on the subject.

"Back in Sunnydale, he was part of my Scooby gang."

"And he's in a band?" Tosh asked.

"Scooby gang?" Martha asked.

"I think it's some sort of reference to Scooby-Doo," Gwen answered but was just as confused.

"Oz is very cool." Buffy then turned her complete attention to the band.

Jack shrugged his shoulders when everyone looked to him, and then slowly conversations picked up. Martha was regaled with tales of Torchwood and the aliens they had faced. Jack naturally had to put in some rather suggestive remarks about "facing" aliens. And just as naturally everyone voiced their disgust at whatever image Jack conjured for them. When the band stopped Jack turned to Buffy only to find an empty seat.

Buffy had dashed across the pub and was squeezing the life out of the guitar player Jack could only assume was Oz.

"Buffy, it's good to see you, but it would be good to breathe too," Oz said to her.

"Oh, sorry. It's just so good to see you!" She gave him another quick hug.

"Likewise. I didn't think you'd leave Sunnydale, especially not for Giles-land."

"Things… happened."

"Yeah, I figured with the daisy-popping proportion of slayers. So you're here."

"Oh you know. With my job being less Chosen One I decided to get a corner on the alien fighting market."

"Torchwood?"

She should have been surprised, but it was so Oz to be all-knowing. "Wow. It has to be the worst kept secret in all of Great Britain."

"But par for your course."

"What brings you here? Just the band or…"

"They actually joined me here when I got us a few gigs. I was here to see some experts for my furry problem."

"So Warren Zevon was telling the truth. Huh."

"Yeah. Did you know the whole royal family were all werewolves?"

"No one is supposed to know that," Jack's voice said with dismay. The two friends turned to see the Captain standing behind them.

"Wait, the Queen and every…" Buffy let the thought trail off. "There's a story here, isn't there?"

Jack nodded and noticed a slight nervous air pervading Oz's usual nonchalance. "Captain Jack Harkness," Jack introduced himself with a smile. The flirting only increased the uneasiness.

"Stop that," Buffy said.

"I take it you're Oz," Jack said, giving Buffy only a brief scowl.

"And you're Torchwood."

"Buffy!"

"I didn't tell him!" Buffy argued. "It's not my fault you're the worst kept secret on this planet. And Oz is good with secrets."

Jack lifted an eyebrow. "Why don't you join us for a drink?"

"Thanks, but me and the guys have to book."

"We'll meet again, though, right?" Buffy asked.

"Yeah."

Buffy gave him one last bone-crushing hug and let him walk away.

"Not a talkative fellow, is he?" Jack observed. "Nervous too."

"Well, what do you expect?" Buffy mumbled about big government organisations. "You don't have to worry about him blabbing about the Royal Werewolves because he is one. A werewolf... of the unroyal variety. Please tell me Torchwood doesn't hunt and cage werewolves too."

"No, unless you count Buckingham Palace a cage."

"Not bad, but gilded gates still confine, no matter how pretty they are."

"I didn't take you for a philosopher," Martha said from behind them. They turned. "Wasn't eavesdropping, just overheard the last bit. Jack, thank you for a great evening. Everyone is heading home now, and I've got an early train to catch."

Jack hugged her. "Keep in touch. Let us know when the wedding is."

"It's a long ways away still, but I'll let you know. Goodbye, Buffy."

"Till next time," she replied with a hug.

Oz! It's Oz! Ok, so I am way too giddy about the cameo return of one of the best characters on BtVS. More cameos might be in the works since this little bit was rather fun to write. It also stumped me for many months. Oz is a tricky one to fathom.