"Discussion Topic 'Oz'"

written by Angelfan
(scene previous to Angel's reformation)


With her mom out of town, and her previous experiences with assasins, new Slayers, and the Bugman (cu-cu-cachoo!), Buffy decided to stay at Willow's house. Buffy lay in her sleeping bag thinking about Angel, who had recently been hurt during an encounter with Spike and Dru.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" said Alyson.

"Who? Angel? No, why would I do that?"

"'Cause he's got those eyes, and that silky black hair, and he's hurt and he's so gor--"

"Okay, okay. I get your point. Was it that obvious?"

"No, it's just that if you're ever in thought the thought is usually him. Is he all right?"

"Yeah, I guess so anyway. Giles says that there is a chance that Spike's spell worked and he may be weak for a long time, but it's more than likely he'll recover very soon. Anyway, I am so not the headline story anymore."

"You're not? Who?" Willow looks puzzeledly at Buffy.

"Who's this Oz guy?"

"Oz? Mmm."

"Willow? The weather's nice here, what's it like where you are?" "Oh, sorry. I like him a lot. He's so sweet and witty and smart. But he says he wants to wait until I'm over Xander; until I'm ready. And I so am!" Willow wrinkles her brow and casts a desperate look at Buffy.

"Well, have you dropped any clues?"

"Anvils!"

"Okay, so he gets an 'F' in Willow."

"But I want Oz to get an 'A'. Oh, and one of those gold stars."

"Welcome to the mystery that is men. I think it goes something like-they grow body hair, they lose all ability to tell you what they want."

"Oh, great. That's real helpful of them. What should I do? Come on. You know this stuff." Willow reaches for Buffy's hand and places it on top of her head. "Teachme master, be my Yoda."

Buffy removes Willow's hand from her head and looks at her oddly. "Um, okay." She thinks. "Well, you can't spend the rest of your life waiting for Oz to wake up and smell the hottie. Make a move, do the talking thing."

"No, no, no, no. You know what happens when I do "the talking thing". I can usually utter a few vowel sounds, but they I have to go away? I freeze, and then I look stupid."

"You're not stupid. You're the smartest person I know. If you weren't smart I wouldn't be gettingthe C's that I'm pulling now." They both giggle. "If this Oz guy can't see that, then you're way to good for him. Got that?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I am pretty smart. I mean I do the computer thing with Ms. Calendar and Giles all the time."

"Careful Wil, you're entering Gloatsville; population you. To get back to the Oz problem, just go up to him and tell him what you want." "I'm thinking...maybe dinner and a movie. I don't want to rush into anything. I've been hurt you know."

Buffy gives Willow a look.

"What? Xander's the only one allowed to make dumb jokes?" "It's just somewhat unpresidented. Come on, I'm being serious. Just tell him what you want and if he can't returnt he gesture then maybe he's not worth it."

"I guess you're right. Thanks. I needed to bounce that off someone." "So I'm backboard girl now? Well, I guess that's better than Yoda of Dating. That just sounds bad. Like I've done this way too many times." Buffy snuggles down inside her sleeping bag.

"Oh, come on. You know what I mean. It's just that you know how to talk to guys and how to "seize the day". I remember when you told me that. Remember? Then I did and slmost got myself into so much trouble. Do you remember? ... Buffy?" Willow looks at the sleeping bag next to her bed. There her friend Buffy has fallen alseep. "Of course you remember. Good night Buffy."

Willow reaches up and clicks off the light. Then settles back into her bed. As she falls alseep, many thoughts rush through her always active brain. The last two are of her dear friend's wise words and of her new beau, Oz.

(Some text here, alright, most text here comes from quotes from the show and are probably copyright Joss Whedon or something. Sorry.)