"Sooooo, Mr. famous, alias Oz; truth or dare?" Xander asked with a smirk.

It was Halloween, and Buffy and the Scooby gang were having the night off at
Oz's large apartment.

"Uh...." he looked around for support, there was none "... truth, I guess."

Xander, Willow, Buffy, Tara, Anya and Giles huddled away from Oz and started
to discuss the question... a hush fell over the group and  Buffy looked Oz
in the eye and asked with a grin on her face:

"You know when Willow told you that she and Tara were together?"

Oz grinned at Willow, and then looked back at Buffy. Tara blushed and looked
at the carpet.

"Uh huh..."

He wasn't sure where this was going, but judging by the matching grins on
Xander and Anya's faces, *they* had made it up.

"Did you... uh.... you know, did you have fantasies about them?"

Oz raised an eyebrow and looked at Willow who had gone the same shade of red
as Tara.

"Uh.... no. I was kinda too upset and angry...... what about you Xander, I
presume you made it up?"

Xander joined Willow and Tara in the blush patrol, as everyone stared and
grinned at him;

"Hey, it's not my turn, it's..."

"May I suggest sleep?" Giles interrupted with a gentle smile.

"Awwww, always the party pooper, that's Mr. Stuffy English Scone over here."

Xander retorted loudly, Buffy yawned and nodded her head. "Where are we all
going to sleep, Oz?"

"Uh, right..... Xander and Anya, you can take the bed in the spare room
across the hall, Tara.........and Will - you'll share, right? Ok, you can
have the room next to them....... Giles you can sleep on the sofa bed in
here and Buffy you can take mine and I'll sleep on the floor."

Everyone went their separate ways, saying goodnight as they left, yawning
simultaneously.
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Giles lay on the bed that Oz had kindly made for him and tried desperately
hard not to move...

"Bloody musicians, deaf; the lot of them." He murmured to himself, referring to
the fact that every time he moved; a horrendous squeak erupted from the area
of his lower back. Giles sat up, realizing he would not be getting any sleep,
and reached into his bag, feeling around until he found a leather bound book.
It was a Book Of Shadows from an ancient American Wiccan named
Black Raven, and he decided to read up on some spells, whilst the others were
sleeping. As he flicked through, a piece of paper flew out and landed on his leg,
curious, he lay the book downand picked up the paper. It was old, crumpled,
burnt and smelled musty. The light in the room was dim, and Giles found it hard to
make out. It wasn't in Latin and he did not understand the text at all.

*Curiouser and curiouser... excellent.*

Underneath the writing was a picture of seven stick people, all with slits
for eyes and a line leading from each head to a cloud which held the
writing. He started to read the writing out loud;

'Em Sha, ilie ron, Su Cor, sannah seed. Mar Shan, isa non....'

Giles looked again at the gobbledygook in front of him.

*I don't know, damned Americans...*
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Anya lent over and switched the light out. 'Can we have intercourse now, Xander?'

'What?' Xander looked at Anya out of the corner of his eye.

'That's usually what we do when the light goes out.'

'Listen to me closely, An, this is Oz's apartment, okay? Oz's spare room,
Oz's spare bed.'

'So?'

'You really haven't been working on the etiquette thing have you?.. Anya,
I'm sorry.. you have no idea how much I want to say the opposite of this,
but no. We have to sleep now.'

Anya glared at him and then lay down. 'Oh, Okay.'

'Okay? Where's the stressy?'

'I'm learning about etiquette, aren't I?'

'Xander struggled to understand;

'Yeah, so...?'

'Well, Oz and Buffy are next door, and Tara and Willow are the other side...
right? Well, I do not want to disturb them by shouting at you, so I'll save
it until tomorrow. In private, where I can shout.... and then we can have
intercourse.'

Xander grinned to himself. 'Okay, Anya.. sleep tight.'

It all went quiet... then:

'That's another thing I can't understand - Sleep tight? How are you supposed
to sleep tight?

Xander groaned.....

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'Oz? Is your room always this neat?' Buffy walked in and looked around in amazement.
'Because, you know, you're straight... I think... and straight guys are messy - for example
Xander, Devon, etcetera...'

Oz looked at her; 'Angel was straight. Very neat mansion.'

Buffy sat down on Oz's bed,

'Yeah, but he didn't have that much stuff, you know. You're famous, you have
enough money to buy, I don't know, a planet or something.'

Oz grinned; 'Not so sure about that.' He paused and unfolded a sleeping bag;
"Where did Angel keep his weapons and money and clothes and stuff?"

Buffy wasn't listening, instead something had caught her eye and she looked
at Oz in wonderment.

"Where did that come from? Oh my god, you *are* gay. What the hell happened
in your relationship with Willow?'"

Oz looked half smiled as he plumped a pillow;

"The dildo lamp? Oh, it was a joke present from the management on our last
tour. Long story. Not gay."

Buffy sighed with relief and slid under the covers to change into her night
shirt.

Oz discreetly turned toward the wardrobe and found a clean pair of boxers to
sleep in. He got out a t-shirt that said: Buffy the Vampire Slayer on the
front. He had it specially made for her on the Dingoes' tour of Japan, he
had a soft spot for the Slayer - after all she'd saved his sorry ass on
numerous occasions, but during the tour he'd called her more than anyone
else - she always cheered him up. Oz had realized that he had feelings for
Buffy about halfway into the tour when they were playing a set in Tokyo.
It'd thrown him right off the song they were playing - Pain, and Devon
hadn't spoken to him until he'd gotten drunk and forgotten about it with the
help of two strippers.

'What's that?'

Oz was stirred from his thoughts;

'What's what?'

Oz turned around and passed her the t-shirt.... and the boxers.

*Shit, way to go, man.*

'Sorry about that,'

He grabbed the boxers and went into the ensuite bathroom.
 

Buffy stared at the t-shirt.
*Oh my god, it's sooo cool. I've been thinking I should branch out into
products anyway! This is so thoughtful of him, what a sweetheart*
She took the night shirt off and pulled the t-shirt over her head, planning
to wear it that night. She walked over to the mirror and admired it. It
softly skimmed her body and the hem-line was just above the top of her
underwear.

She turned around to see a barely clothed Oz leaning on the bathroom door
looking at her.

'It fits, then?'

'Yeah, thanks Oz, it's great.'

Buffy walked over to him and he started to get flustered, she was clad in
only her underwear and skimpy t-shirt and... why was he complaining?
She wrapped her arms around him and felt his scent wash over her. He had a
good body, defined muscles and strong arms, and from the look of it he was
well-endowed!

*Buffy Anne Summers - Stop thinking like that!*
She felt herself blush as she drew away from him and slid into his bed. Oz
was blushing behind his ears as he got into the sleeping bag he had laid out
on the floor.

'Night Buffy.' Oz smiled to himself, *Nothing more rewarding than a hug from the woman you love... where did that
thought come from? Love? huh?*

Buffy turned over to switch the lamp out;

'Night Oz... and thanks.'
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Willow turned to Tara; 'Can I have the right side of the bed?'

Tara smiled; 'Of course you can, Will: you always have th-th-that side!'

'I know, but it feels so weird, you know, this is Oz's apartment - my
ex-boyfriend, and, and he's famous! It's so exciting.'

Tara looked affectionately at Willow;

'We'll have plenty of t-time to d-d-discuss this tomorrow. You're tired, you
n-n-need some r-rest ok?'

'Spoil my fun!'

Tara rolled her eyes;

'Okay, okay! G'night Tara.'

Willow turned the light out.

'N-Night my Willow.'

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Back in the living room Giles sat cross-legged, in a trance like state.
Blood was pumping round his body, yet he had stopped breathing. The Book Of
Shadows he had been reading was hovering a meter above his head, and was
encompassed in a burning orange
light...

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A black nightingale sung outside a window that was not attached to any wall.
It was night, a cold dreary night... which didn't explain the Samba dancers
circling me. I felt afraid, but comfortable. I did a roly-poly and found
myself in Sunnydale High. I couldn't move and I was holding pom-poms, I
looked down. I was made of bronze... and I was wearing a skirt. I was
surrounded by large steel cups with handles on, and a few pictures of sports
people. There were so many big people walking past me, all with books and
guitars and clown masks - CLOWN MASKS! Luckily there was a transparent
barrier between me and them; I tried to move again and found that I could
walk. I threw the pom-poms down and walked to the edge of the world -
towards the barrier. I saw Willow walking away from me and shouted, I
sounded like a hyena. Odd. Willow turned around and her eyes were big,
bigger than most humans. I'm scared. She opens her mouth and it's full of
teeth, fangs, pointy. I'm more scared, stiff with fear. She stalks toward me
and smashes the barrier. I hide behind a picture. She picks it up. I run to
another cup with handles. She turns it upside down over me. Can't
breathe.... need help.

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"AGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Anya woke up screaming, yet Xander did not stir.

*What was that about?*

She grabbed a notepad and wrote it down as she had dreamed it.

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It's 07:30 pm. Oz is bound and gagged, lying on my bed. I look across at
Willow's bed, it's unmade and messy; there are pillows under the duvet and
pizza crumbs from last night. I lean across him and stroke his face gently,
showing him there is nothing to be afraid of. He looks happy, contented,
wholesome. Not at all like the lead guitarist of a band should. I want to
corrupt him. I straddle him and stroke his chest through the fine material
of his t-shirt - it says 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' on it. I grin at the
irony. His t-shirt has a small hole in it, I stick my index finger into it
and pull. The material rips easily, in a straight line from his neck to his
belly button. I pull his t-shirt off, and look at him for a while. It's now
00:00, where did the time go? I must have been staring. Oz is asleep. I
remove his gag, and he springs to life; struggling, trying to remove the
cuffs. I giggle quietly and he looks at me as if seeing me for the first
time. He grins, relaxes and mouths the words 'I love you...'. I realize I
love him too. I move down to his pants, and unzip him. I catch a view of his
checked boxers. I want to see more. I pull his pants down and off. They
catch around the cuffs on his ankles. I have no choice but to free him. I
unlock the cuffs and take them off. The pants follow suit. I show him I'm
still in control by kissing him passionately. My hands reach his torso and
the waistband of his boxers. I slide my hand under the elastic and ease them
down slowly....

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"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH, shit!"
Xander woke up sweating, to the intrusive eyes of his girlfriend.

'Did you have a dream?'

Xander looked at Anya; 'Huh, yeah, I guess... NO, I had a nightmare;
a nightmare is what I had.'

'So... what happened?'

'Oz... er nothing, but I had a woman's body.'

Anya raised an eyebrow quizzically. 'Do you dream about clowns and evil Willow?'

'Huh? Sometimes... yeah.'

'Okay, something weird is going on, I had your dream - read this..'

She thrust the pad of paper at Xander and he started to read her dream.

'This is one of my dreams - you dream stealer you! .... Wait. If I dreamed
your dream.... then you must dream about stripping Oz! Why, why, why would
you dream that?'

'Stripping Oz? As if. I don't dream, never have. You had a dream about
stripping Oz?'

Anya started to laugh.

'Hey, stop it, but if it wasn't your dream then whose is it?'

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I'm at college, in Professor Walsh's classroom. Normal enough, I guess.
Except I'm naked. And chained to the blackboard. Willow walks in, hand in
hand with Tara. She starts laughing and Tara joins in. They're pointing and
laughing. I start to squirm and blush intensely. Tara walks up close to me,
I can smell her perfume. She slaps me across the face and runs her nails
down my chest leaving a trail of blood. 'She's mine, now... all mine.' She
walks out of the room grinning manically. Willow walks to me seductively and
licks the blood off of my chest. I start to cry softly. She walks away,
chuckling to herself. I'm filled with an enormous feeling of hate for the
witch and her lover. Buffy walks in, I look up expectantly. She grins. I
blush. 'Well, well, well, look what you've got yourself into.' 'Can you get
me out of it?' 'I can, hang on.' She breaks open the chains with her bare
hands. 'Wow, look at that.' I look down, I've risen to the occasion. Can I
possible blush any more? She hands me a shirt that she was carrying round
her waist. 'Thanks.' 'No problem, you want to get a bite to eat?' 'Sure.'
Ecstatic happiness.

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Buffy woke slowly and looked across at Oz who was sleeping soundly. She had
worked out from her 'dream voice' that somehow Oz's dream had found its way
into her head.

*He dreams about me? Cool! He must really be hurting about the whole
Willow/Tara thing. I guess I don't blame him. I'd better write this down and
see if Giles understands how Oz's dream got into my head.*

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Willow is lying on the bed. I love her. She sits up and looks at me
expectantly. Who am I to turn her down? I move close to her and we embrace,
kissing passionately. I push her back so she is back lying on the bed. As I
go down on her, Willow's hips buck in rhythm. As she hits orgasm, she shouts
a name. Not mine. 'Oz!' I walk backwards and hit the doorframe. Then I run
down the corridor, crying.

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Oz rolled onto his back, tears rolling down his face. He wiped his eyes.

*Since when have I had breasts in my dreams? Well, always. but since when
have they been on me? She *did* shout my name, didn't she?*

'What's up?'

Oz was stirred from his thoughts by Buffy who was sitting on her bed
writing.

'Uh, weird dream.'

'You too, huh?'

'You had one?'

'Uh huh.'

'Let's see what you're writing...'

'No.'

' 'Kay..... Buffy? I don't think that my dream was actually MY dream.'

'Yeah, I had that thought about mine. Do you know whose yours was?'

'I think so, the only person to have been in a relationship with Will, have
breasts and be jealous of me was Tara.'

'So it was Tara's dream... what happened?'

'Willow shouted my name instead of hers at a critical moment - you know the
score - not good.'

'Oh... Oz, I think I had your dream...'

'Uh huh? Okay. What happened?'

Buffy squirmed.'You... uh... you were naked and chained to Prof. Walsh's blackboard..'

'Uh..'

'No... wait...and Will and Tara walked in and Tara wasn't nice to you and
Will teased you by licking blood off your chest. Then they left and I
entered....'

'Okay, I don't wanna hear any more. Uh... whatever happened, it was a dream,
okay, dreams are weird. Don't necessarily make sense.'

'Oh... I was kinda hoping it did...'

Buffy passed the notebook to Oz and he read the rest of the dream, blushing
intensely.

'Oh god... okay, embarassment has obviously made its way to my face, so I'm
going to..... get dressed.'

'It's 2 'o' clock in the morning!'

'Okay.. I'll just lie here and look embarassed then.'

'So... you want to get a bite to eat sometime?................... You know,
like a date?'

Oz rolled back to face Buffy who was smiling shyly at him.

'Are you sure? ..............I mean, it's a pressure dating me. I won't be
here all the time...'

'Yeah, I know, but you'll call and write and hopefully there won't be any
she-werewolves to tempt you away from me.'

Oz grinned. 'I guess... Okay, as long you're sure.'

'I'm sure, now get up here and kiss me!'

Oz didn't need telling twice. He got under the duvet with Buffy and kissed
her, her scent washing over him. She still had the t-shirt he'd given her
on, he smiled to himself - could life get any better?

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5 hours later...

Giles came to abrubtly, waking to the sight of all the old Scooby Gang
members crowded around him, Buffy spoke first.

'Are you okay? Do you know where you are?'

'Er...yes, yes somebody's apartment, and since you are all too young to have
an apartment I'm guessing it's somebody elses...'

Buffy looked worriedly at Oz.

'Giles, listen to me... How old are we?'

'Well, let me see, you are all in your final year of high school and Oz you
are one year older so... yes I am fine you blithering idiots, I'm having you
on. I suppose the spell knocked me out?'

'Spell? What spell?'

'I was reading a Book Of Shadows, and well, have a look for yourself.'
The spell Giles had been reading was passed around, and everything became
clear when they saw the picture at the bottom of the page.

'Ohhhhhh! I get it!'

'What exactly is it that you 'get', Buffy?' Giles enquired.

'I had Oz's dream, Oz had Tara's dream...'

Anya butted in; 'I had Xander's dream and Xander... well who dreams about stripping Oz?'
She looked disgusted.

'Hey!' Oz retorted defensively.

'Sorry, but really, why have you when you can have Xander?'

Buffy stood up for her new boyfriend; 'Hey Anya, I'll have you know I'd choose Oz over
Xander any day, sorry Xand.'

'No problem.'

Oz stood up.

'Okay, okay, being referee guy again here.. calm down both of you.'

Anya scowled; 'Well at least we know who dreams about Oz, huh?'

Giles took charge. 'So somehow, probably by means of this spell, all your dreams were swapped
around? Very good. Tara, Willow any dreams between the two of you?'

'No, I slept like a log!'

'Yeah, me t-t-too.'

Giles pondered for a moment.

'Strange, how very strange... this should make for an exciting day at home
with my books.'

The Scooby gang grinned collectively.

'Yeah, don't push the boat out on the funnometer Giles!'

'Very amusing, Buffy' He turned to face Oz' - thankyou so much for having
me, Oz.'

'No problem, maybe sometime you can accompany the Dingoes' on tour - you'd
be a killer party animal.'

'Yes, something to think about I suppose - Goodbye all.'

Giles left the apartment. Buffy laughed and turned to Oz who kissed her
gently. Xander looked shocked;

'So you two *are* actually together then? Oh my god!'

Willow turned and slowly walked out of the room, Oz looked at Tara
pleadingly.

'Yeah, okay, I'll g-g-go after her... she'll be ok, you know.'

Oz nodded; 'Yeah, I know, she's a fighter.'

Tara left after Willow. Xander gave Buffy a hug, then looked at Oz with a
mock-menacing face.

'You look after her, or there'll be hell to pay - my girlfriend's an
ex-demon. Er... don't focus too strongly on the word *ex* there!'

'I won't, see you around, man... thanks for coming.' Oz shook Xander's hand and
gave Anya a kiss on the cheek. She looked shocked.

'What was that for?'

Xander took her hand and dragged her out of the room.

'Politeness - learn about it sweetie!'

Buffy and Oz laughed and sank down onto the sofa.

'When do you have to be home?'

'Anytime, never.'

'Cool, you want breakfast?'

'Nah, can we just sit here and daydream?'

Oz smiled and took her hand.'Yeah, baby... that's cool.'

Buffy turned on MTV.

'What happened to the day-dreaming?'

'I got bored......... hey, your video's playing! Is this your new single?'

'Uh, yeah. We're releasing it in a couple of weeks.'

'You know... I used to laugh at Will when she kept saying "My boyfriend's in
the band!", but it *is* the coolest thing!'

'Cooler than having a vampire for a boyfriend?'

'Way cooler!'

'Thanks, you out for the slayage tonight?'

'Yeah, I guess... you wanna come?'

'We have practice... I guess I can blow it off though. I'd like to come. Do
you want to stay here afterwards... you know, for the night?'

'Oz... I'd like to stay here forever.....'
 

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