Title: Werewolf? I Don't Know! (1/1)
Author: Queena
E-mail: thessulah@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Buffy has to ask Oz a personal question and would rather not.
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Disclaimer: Joss owns all the characters. Not me. Nope I'm not the one. Author's Notes: This is the sequel to " The Slacker That Captured My Blood Pump".
Dedication: To Cassandra, who is the first person to post something to my list. Thanks, sweetie. And to, my brother, who has named yet another one of my fics.

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"So, what's what, Giles?" What stupid evil do I get to fight tonight? Hmmm, what fun shall I be having?

"There have been some killings." Wesley, Wesley, Wesley. Still trying so hard to fight Giles for the Watcher belt. He'll probably never realize that Giles will always be my true Watcher. Gee, I always thought I'd be flattered to have two men fighting over me.

"What's new." Uh duh, there have been some killings. Could he be any less vague? Were they vampire killings, were they virgin sacrifices or were they drive-bys in Compton. Give me something to go by here.

"Mutilations. It would appear our offender has ripped their victims to peices. We believe a werewolf is to blame for these deaths." Werewolf. No.

"How can you be sure?" I hope he's not trying to insinute....

"Buffy, when was the last time you spoke to Oz." No, Giles! You can't possibly think this has anything to do with Oz.

"Why?" Say it and I swear I'll....I'll....I'll....throw a hissy fit.

"We're not trying to accuse anyone here, Buffy. We just want to cover all of the possibilities." Damn straight, you're not accusing anyone. If you were I would....throw a hissy fit.

"Well, he's not a possibility, so shut up about Oz." Yeah, so there, feel the wrath of my hissy fit.

"Buffy, don't be childish. The only reason I even suggested it is because Oz is the only werewolf we know." That better be the only reason. I mean, how can you even think Oz would do something like that? Ever since Oz has known he was a werewolf, he's been chaining himself up. Why would he stop now?

"I want you to go and question him." Damn you, Wesley. Why don't you stay out of grown folks business.

"I'm not going to go and accuse him of this. If you think he did something wrong then you question him." If you do, I'll kick your British ass. Hoity toity bastard.

"We're not asking you to accuse him Buffy. We're simply asking to to inquire where he's been keeping himself during the nights of the full moon." Stupid Giles. You always have to be the voice of reason, don't you? Where does Oz keep himself during his time of the month? God, it sounds like he's got his period. Ha, the only male I know with a period. He can't be keeping himself locked up in his dorm room. Where does he go?

"Okay, I'll ask, but I don't like this, Giles." At least I'll have an excuse to see him. It's been almost three weeks. Well, I've seen him occasionally in class, but we haven't had any gripping conversations since that night. The night of the wonderful hug. Not that our conversation was overly gripping.

"Do try not to let you affections for this boy get between you and your duty." You stupid little twerp! How do you know about my feelings for Oz? Am I that much of an open book that even Wesley can see how I feel about Oz?

"Affections? What the Hell is that supposed to mean?" Great going, Buffy. Fuel his suspicions.

"He is your friend, is he not?" Whew! And here I thought....Oh, great. Now he probably *does* know. Idiot. I'm such an idiot.

"Of course he's my friend. I'll go now." Yeah, go. When in uncomfortable postions, bail.

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Just knock you coward. You have a perfectly good reason to be here. It's your duty. You have to ask. He'll understand. But what if he doesn't? What if he thinks you are accusing him of those killings? He'll probably hate me and never talk to me. No, I can't do this.

You have to do this, dumb ass. Knock, knock, knock. Please don't be here. Please don't be here. Please don't be here.

"Hey, Buffy." Damn! You're here.

"Hey, Oz." Why am I here again? God, look at him. He looks like he just woke up. Hair disheveled and black with blue streaks. This is new. And cute. Oh God, he did just wake up. Only in his boxer shorts. Run now before you jump him. Can't move, can't talk, can't do anything but stare at his half-naked body. You pervert.

"Uh, what's up?" That's so cute how he scratches his head. Okay, you really have to say something, Buffy. Time to avoid looking like a horses ass.

"Can I come in?" Oh God, what am I going to do? I've never been in his dorm room. What if I do something crazy. God, I hope he puts some clothes on.

"Sure." Just how I always imagined. Bed unmade, clothes scattered around, band posters covering the walls, empty Ben & Jerry's container on the nightstand, C.D.s laying in a stack next to his stereo. Phish, Ween, Tool, Nirvana, The Verve Pipe. Interesting taste in music. I've only heard of like two of those bands. Well, Nirvana, of course. Once, Willow tried to summon the goddess Hectate on a Oiuja board, but only got the spirit of a very pissed off Kurt Cobain.

Mmmmm, his bed is soft. I knew it would be. It's warm too. Yep, he definitely just woke up. What in the.....a picture of Willow and....me. On his nightstand. Gee, and I thought he was starting to get over Willow. I guess he probably never will. His devotion is sweet and annoying all at the same time. I remember that day. It was just after I got back to Sunnydale from my little summer excertion to Hell and back. Oz had snapped the picture with Willow's camera. I guess she had let him keep the picture. "Ya miss her a lot dontcha?"

"Did you come here to discuss Willow?" Oh God. Of course, I didn't. But I *really* don't want to bring up why I really came here. Get down to business, Buffy.

"No, actually, I didn't. Where do you go on your nights of the month now, Oz." Now I sound *too* businessy. I sounded like a bitch. He probably thinks I'm such a bitch.

"Why?" Wow, that was almost guarded. Almost like he might be hiding something. What is he hiding?

"Welllllll, I have this pesky sworn duty to keep the forces of darkness from wreeking havic upon the innocents of the world. Unfortunately, there's this force of darkness running around and killing innocents, or not innocents 'cause how the Hell am I supposed to know? Said force of darkness wears fur and a killer set of chompers. Much like the ones you sport three days out of the month." Yeah, that wasn't long-winded at all.
BR> "And you think that I'm said force of darkness." See! I knew he was going to think I was accusing him. I knew it. And now I have to kill my Watcher. Both of 'em.

"No!" Don't freak. "What I mean is, I'm just asking 'cause Giles asked me to. And we don't know of any other werewolves and we just started wondering where exactly it is that you keep yourself locked up. And I'm NOT trying to accuse you of anything because...you're Oz and you'd never do anything to purposefully hurt anybody." There. Done with my rambling. Don't be mad at me. Please, don't be mad at me.

Ack! And don't sit so close to me. Now I know how Sting felt. Oh, especially when you're half naked. It's almost too much. I wonder if those wolfy senses can tell when a person is shivering.

"I have a place I can go." Of course. I knew it wasn't you. Hmmmm, where exactly is this place? Don't think about the half naked Oz sitting right next to you. Think of business. Think of business.

"Where? And I wouldn't ask except I have to." OH MY GOD! Why in the world is he touching my leg? And why does it have to feel so good? And what letter is that that he's tracing? And thank God I decided to wear pants today.

"See, I promised I wouldn't tell. Would it help if I swore that it couldn't have been me who killed those people?" NO! I mean, yes, that helps, but, no don't take your hand away.

"Oz...." Is that a question? A chastisement? A plea? Damn, my thoughts are muddled.

"Buffy, I can't." I understand having secrets. I'm the master of keeping secrets. I'll trust him. How can I not?

"Okay, Oz. I'll trust you. Just don't make me regret it."

"Thanks." Gosh, he's skinny. But not sickly skinny, which is good. I hate that. How can he be so comfortable like that. Laying back with his arms behind his head, his eyes closed, his thigh pressed against mine. I should leave. And go home and take a cold shower. Do those help for girls?

"Well, I guess I should go." Even though I don't want to. Even though I'd love to just curl up next to you, clinging to you. A hand gently restraining me. His hand around my wrist even though his eyes are still closed.

"I wish you wouldn't." Well, then I won't. Now a hand pulling me back to lay on the bed. Now the hand leaving me when I really wish it wouldn't. Why is he leaning over me? What is he doing? Oh, he's just grabbing a remote from under his pillow. Music, quiet music, filling the room. 'Baby, what have I done? Gone and left you all alone'. Mmmmm, nice song. I wonder who this is. Hey, that's funny. I keep the remote to my stereo under my pillow too.

"Who is this? It's nice." And so very Oz.

"It's Ween." Okay. Whoever they are. It's still nice. Maybe I should get something by them. Or maybe Oz would let me borrow this. It would be nice to listen to this and think about Oz.

'Guess I'm ruled by my heart, built a life and I tore it all apart.' Why is my neck tingling. Oh, I didn't even realize that my eyes were closed. Eek! Or that Oz was propped up on one arm, looking down at me. And boldly continueing to do so, even after being caught. If he caught me staring at him, I would look away immediately. Of course, he's not me and I'm not him. That's pretty obvious.

Even though I'm 100% uncomfortable with him studying my so closely, I can't look away. Or help but notice the way he's biting on his lower lip. If he doesn't say something soon, I'll implode. I've never been comfortable with silence. Especially, when someone's staring at me. It makes me twitchy.

"You smell nice." Thank god, he finally spoke. Of course, it was a compliment though, and those things always make me blush. Then I never know what to say. Do I thank him or....what. Yeah, go with the age old thanks and find a way to change the subject.

"Thank you." Well, there's half of that plan. Okay, that was weird, him closing his eyes and inhaling deeply.

"It's like...vanilla and coconut."

"Wow. You're good." Small smile won. But, oh god, does he know what I meant? I hope he knows that I was talking about the whole smelling thing and not him in general. "That's exactly the perfume I'm wearing."

"Do I make you nervous, Buffy?" What?! How can you tell? Is this a werewolf thing? Can you even gauge people's emotions? I don't like this. And why the Hell does he have to voice what he's really thinking? Can't he be normal and keep those kinds of things in the recesses of his mind like everyone else?

"Why would you think that?" Because he can read you like an open book. Because he's got skills. Because he's just slick. And isn't that why you like him?

"Because you're shivering." He *can* sense when people are shivering. How creepy. Of course, he can sense that I'm shivering. His leg is pressed against mine. He can *feel* me shivering.

"Oh." Say something else you dipshit! What?! What the hell am I supposed to say? Something, anything. Great, now I'm schizo. And I still don't know what else to say. Somebody shoot me. End my misery.

"See. Now you're tense." Great. Now I'm tense.

"Just tired I guess." What a lame excuse.

"If you say so." A lame excuse that he didn't buy. Okay, think of another lame excuse.

"You don't make me nervous." Even better. Just deny it.

"Yes, I do." Aaaaggghhh! Stop contradicting me! You little....uh, well I can't really think of anything bad right now, but that's what you are.

"Okay. So you make me nervous, but what do you expect? It's been a while since I've been alone in a room with a half naked man." He's laughing now? Is he mocking me?

"I'm sorry. I guess I should go take a shower and get dressed." Yeah, you should. Can I come? No, of course, I can't. I have to patrol. Sit up.

"Okay, I'll let you go do that. Can I...." What in the world is this? What an odd song. Maybe I *don't* want to borrow this CD.

"Can you what? Join me?" Did he really say that? "Uh, that was my sarcastic voice." Oh, good. Or maybe not. Oh well, time to go. Gotta kick some undead butt.

"I'll see ya later."

"Yeah, see ya."

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The End