Title: Blood of Scoobies (Story Four)
Author: tohonomike
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Summary: Somebody had a story idea: What if blood other than that of a Slayer was necessary to save Angel?
"Okay," Oz nodded as he went through an older book, "Killer of the Dead. That's our boy, and here's a vamp that walked away from it."
"Does it talk about the cure?" Willow asked as Buffy and Xander looked up from their research. Oz handed her the book.
"Oh, the only known cure seems to be in this book we found from Miss Calendar's," Willow continued as she skimmed, "It talks about the Killer of the Dead, a Romany poison designed against the undead and used over the centuries, and their speculation about it. The only cure … oh. That's not good."
"Buffy looked as concerned as she was hopeful, "What is it Willow?"
"It requires the blood of a werewolf."
Xander interjected before anyone else had a chance, "In wolf or human form?"
"It doesn't say…"
"Oh, are there any known bad werewolves, 'cause we're not feeding Oz to Dead-Boy."
Buffy frowned, "How much blood does it say?"
"It says drained," Willow remarked, shaking her head, "I'm sorry Buffy."
"What? Doesn't Oz have werewolf healing?"
Oz shook his head, "Not much, only when the wolf takes over; the damage mostly disappears during the change."
"And it's not a full moon, Buff," Xander pointed out.
"You can try a pint," Oz offered, "From a syringe. No more."
It turned out that the amount of blood was almost enough, Oz giving another half pint but no more. The Graduation Day battle went as it did in many lines of reality, except that Xander had Wesley show up and use the tranquilizer first on Faith, ad then the Mayor; maybe they could fog up his thinking while he was transforming. It didn't work, but the battle was won, Xander being the poor bastard to barely outrun the snake through the library as it wanted vengeance over Faith's downing.
When all was over, Xander turned to Wesley, "If you promise to try not acting like a pompous ass, you can go with us."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm tossing Faith in the back of my car and leaving town for who knows how long, maybe clear out vamps in forty-nine States and the Canadian provinces. Get her back to being a Slayer again, help her become a person again. You up for it?"
"You know I'm no longer with the Council?"
"And since you stayed and fought, you know that's why I'm inviting. Maybe if we make an impact, they'll starting paying."
"What shall we do in the meantime?"
"Swing by the Mayor's place, I already managed to figure out the code the last time I snuck in. We'll empty out his accounts and take it from there."
"Well, I suppose we can give it a try, partner?"
"Welcome to the Outcasts Assistance Group, Wes."
