Re: FF: Lupine Dreaming

["Melissa Brendon" <xander_willow@xxxxxxxxxxxx>]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA *evil laugh* Oz torture, me love Oz torture, anyways, I love 
this story and I can't wait for the next part.
Melissa


>From: Cassandra <goodms01@xxxxxxx>
>Reply-To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxx
>To: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxx
>Subject: [buffywantswillow] FF: Lupine Dreaming
>Date: Tue, 14 Dec 1999 04:12:20 -0500
>
>Hi. I've been writing lately...
>
>
>Disclaimer: This story, "Lupine Dreaming," is written on
>buffyloveswillow's weekly theme of dreams. In addition,
>this story is written directly in answer to Ivy Gort's
>challenge to the buffyloveswillow list, even though it will
>end up on both buffyloveswillow and buffywantswillow (I'm
>anticipating at least one steamy sex scene). Thus it will,
>before it is finished, contain these 5 elements:
>1) Willow saves Buffy.
>2) Willow tells how she and Oz are OVER.
>3) Buffy reminisces about her one night in Angel's arms.
>4) The number three must be somewhere.
>5) Giles makes a phone call regarding his anxiety over one
>of the Slayerettes.
>
>And now for the legal stuff: Buffy, Willow, Giles, et al.
>are owned by Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I am using them
>for entertainment purposes only and am not gonna make any
>money out of them. However, the plot as written is mine, so
>please keep my name and email attached to it.
>Couple: Buffy/ Willow. And if two girls in love offend you,
>go away.
>Feedback: hell yeah.
>Archive: please ask.
>Author: Casseigh (casseigh@xxxxxxxxxxxx)
>Special thanks: scr3amer
>
>Lupine Dreaming, Part 1 of, well, more than 1
>
>	Oz looked up. It was still dark. /What a strange dream?
>oh well./ He curled up and went back to sleep.
>	Things howled outside his cabin - it felt like home. Most
>of him missed Willow, but there was nothing he could do
>about that. He had left because he had to, not because he
>wanted to be without her. He would live. In the end, he
>would love her all the way, or none. That's why he was
>here. He didn't want to make Willow think about what he had
>done with Veruca, what the two of them had?
>	He didn't want to think about it. She was no good for
>him. He was glad she was dead. If only he hadn't killed
>her himself?
>	Anyway, he was tired. It was the middle of the night. He
>was going back to sleep.
>
>* * *
>
>	He saw Willow, standing in his empty room. She had picked
>up one of his shirts, was crying into it softly.
>	"Will, no?" he thought. Said. Something.
>	She looked up, confused. "Oz?" she said, disbelievingly.
>She peered around the room, but all she saw was the familiar
>mess, which she knew was going to get cleaned out soon, and
>she had better pack up for him? she started by looping an
>extension cord around the back of a chair, to get it folded
>nicely. There, she thought, that's - "OOOF!" She sat down
>hard and cursed her clumsiness. /If only I was graceful,/
>she thought. /Buffy's so beautiful when she fights? no.
>Can't think about Buffy. Gotta pack Oz's stuff./ Willow
>got a box from the closet and started tossing books and
>random black boxes (that could, she surmised, create music)
>into it.
>	After a few hours, she sat back and sighed. Most of Oz's
>stuff was in boxes, and she had already had two good cry
>breaks. She just wished she didn't feel so forced doing
>them - her mind kept wanting to pull her back into the look
>Buffy had given her when she said she was going over to Oz's
>place, when she might have seen for a split second - /no,
>Willow. Don't get your hopes up. She's just your best
>friend. Nothing more./ Anyway, she was almost done now?
>but how was she going to get these huge boxes back to her
>room?
>	Willow looked at the clock. It was about time for Buffy to
>be coming back from patrol? She plugged Oz's phone back in
>and dialed her room's number.
>	"Hello?"
>	"Hi, Buffy? It's?"
>	"Wills, what's going on? Where are you?"
>	"Over at Oz's? I came to mope, no, I mean, I came to?"
>	"What's up, Wills? You doing OK?"
>	"Yeah. I mean? no, I need your help. I mean - I packed up
>all his stuff into boxes and I can't carry them across
>campus all by myself. Can you come and help?"
>	"Of course, Wills. Be there in less than the time it takes
>for a staked vampire to dust."
>	"OK, Buffy. Be? be careful."
>	Be careful? She was talking to the Slayer. Why had she
>told Buffy to be careful?
>
>* * *
>
>	Oz stirred, and wondered. Willow loving Buffy? They were
>good friends, but? the thought was disturbing. /Then
>again/, he thought, /I'm here to be disturbed./ He rolled
>over and went back to sleep.
>
>* * *
>
>	Buffy wandered slowly toward Oz's old house. That
>conversation with Willow had been a little surreal? she
>wondered what was happening in her best friend's pretty red
>head.
>	/Damn it, Buffy. You can not think like that. Not only
>are you still dealing with the fact that Angel is back, soul
>and all, and won't be with you, you know that Willow is
>very, very sad that Oz just walked out on her. You will not
>be crushing on your best friend./
>	"Do whatever makes her happy," Oz thought, his mind heavy
>and slow with his dream. "I want Wills happy."
>	Buffy looked around, confused. /That couldn't have been
>Oz. I saw him leave in that van. Well, Willow saw him,
>anyway. And that's almost as good. She'd never lie to us./
>	Buffy looked up, surprised to see Willow leaning out of
>Oz's window. "It should be unlocked," called the witch,
>"assuming that little trick worked."
>	Buffy tried the door. Though it electrocuted her a little,
>it turned easily. She wandered through the messy house and
>up the stairs to Oz's old room.
>	When she got there, she was shocked to see that every bit
>and trace of Oz had been packed into two large boxes.
>Willow sat in the desk chair by one of them, crying softly.
>	"Wills," Buffy mumbled, running over.
>	"No, no, I'll be -" Willow hiccuped from her sobs. "I'll
>be fine. Promise." Really, Buffy, it's all better now.
>Now that you're here?
>	Buffy hugged Willow and grabbed the heavier box. "Off we
>go, Wills."
>	"Can you get to Mr. Pointy? I just have this feeling?"
>	"Yeah, see, he's in my pocket. I just have to drop this
>box, is all, and vampires turn to dust around me."
>	"OK." Willow hefted the other box from the ground and
>began walking out of the room, her slight frame bent under
>the weight of the carton and its contents. She turned
>around. "You coming?"
>	"On your heels."
>
>* * *
>
>	The two girls made it back to their room without
>adventure. /That was a nice, quiet 3AM walk,/ thought
>Buffy. /That's quite a change. Something must be up./
>	"Let me go first, Wills. I think something's wrong, and I
>wanna, well, slay it."
>	Willow sniffled. "OK Buff. If you're sure. 'Cause, well,
>I'm into fighting evil and all, but Mr. Pointy isn't
>speaking to me lately."
>	Buffy laughed. "He's the silent type."
>	"Guess so."
>	Buffy put her box down as she got out her keys and a
>stake. /I should keep Pointy Jr. on my keychain. Much more
>useful than a whistle for Slayers./ She fumbled the room
>door open and looked around warily, but didn't see a soul.
>	Then she heard a whimper from behind her. Buffy spun
>around to see Willow in the clutches of some blonde bitch of
>a vampire. How could a filthy bloodsucking demon even think
>of touching her Willow?
>	/My Willow?/ Buffy wondered, as her body spun into action.
>She swept the vampire and Willow to the ground, pulling
>Willow toward her with her left hand while keeping Mr.
>Pointy trained on the vile beast with her right.
>	"Don't" -kick - "ever" - punch - "touch" - kick - "my" -
>twist - "Willow" - tear - "again!" Buffy yelled. As she
>pinned the vampire against the wall, she added, "'Cause she
>hates it when her computer gets dusty."
>	The vampire looked confused, until she saw Mr. Pointy
>protruding from her chest. The idea of death, or at least
>discontinued unlife, dawned on her just as she turned to
>dust.
>	/Just the one?/ wondered Buffy, as she turned to look at
>Willow. The redhead had gotten up and was brushing off.
>	"Ow. The floor is hard out here," commented Willow
>grouchily. She stood up and brushed herself off, muttering
>about vampire infestation.
>	/I love the way? no, no, she's my best friend. I can't
>think of her that way,/ Buffy thought. /It's wrong. It's
>immoral. It's the way she looks, even after she's almost?
>aaagh! Bad brain! Stop thinking that!/
>	Willow wandered into the room and, after making sure the
>fangy new friend they had made (well, made dust) hadn't
>brought any other fangy types with her, turned on her
>computer. As it was booting up, she turned to Buffy.
>	"It sure is odd," mused Willow, "knowing that there really
>might be an actual, objective monster under the bed. It's
>kinda like being a kid again, only a lot more uncertain and
>scary, because mommy can't make it all better now."
>	"I never thought of it that way, but I guess you're right,"
>said Buffy. "I mean, we have Giles, but he's not making it
>all go away, he's just helping you and me and Xander and Oz?
>shit. Sorry, Wills."
>	Buffy walked over to Willow's computer and hugged the
>redhead. "I'm sorry. I'm a dumbass. Maybe one of these
>days I'll learn to think before I speak, but?"
>	"Buffy, it's OK. I promise. Oz? Oz and I were never?
>never what everyone thought we were. I loved him, yeah,
>but? but? well, but something knew, something? this was
>gonna happen since the beginning, right at the start. And
>so I'm doing a lot of crying, but, well, a lot of it I feel
>kinda obliged to do, and? and I'm babbling, aren't I?"
>	"I guess you are, Will. But go on. I mean, I've been?
>we've been really worried about you, and so it's kind of a
>relief to hear that you aren't falling apart."
>	Buffy dragged the boxes she and Willow had carried from
>Oz's room into the room and sat down on one after she shoved
>it close to Willow's desk. The hacker was busily logging in
>to the computer network and started downloading her email
>before she turned back to Buffy.
>	"I'm not, I promise. My grades have really stayed the
>same, and? and? while I was in Oz's room, getting his stuff,
>I cried a little, but mostly because it seemed to be a
>waste, falling in love with him. Not because I'm in a whole
>lot of pain or anything. I mean, I wouldn't mind if he had
>stayed here, but since he's gone?"
>
>* * *
>
>	Oz stirred at the first mention of his name, and awoke
>fully at the second. /What's going on?/ he wondered. /I
>was her first? how could she not love me? Why doesn't she
>cry more?/
>	/Calm down/, Oz told himself. /You're not going to get
>anywhere if you get all worked up over nothing. Just go
>back to sleep and you'll wake up in the morning and
>everything will be fine./
>	Oz got a cup of water and settled back into bed. A line
>from a Fiona Apple song that Willow had played a lot ran
>through his head. "I don't go to sleep to dream?"
>
>* * *
>
>To be continued...
>--
>"Praise and glory! Wounded angel shufflin' round the room,
>Eternity is down the hall and you sit there bendin' spoons."
>-Johnny Cash, "In Your Mind"
>
>------------------------------------------------------------------------
>Community email addresses:
> Post message: buffywantswillow@xxxxxxxxxxx
> Subscribe: buffywantswillow-subscribe@xxxxxxxxxxx
> Unsubscribe: buffywantswillow-unsubscribe@xxxxxxxxxxx
> List owner: buffywantswillow-owner@xxxxxxxxxxx
>
>Shortcut URL to this page:
> http://www.onelist.com/community/buffywantswillow
><< text3.html >>