Oz's Problem

Title: Oz's Problem
Author: Perry
E-mail: icemulder@hotmail.com
Characters: Oz, Giles
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy (duh) Joss does. I doubt Joss would ever do this is my little Oz man.
Summary: Oz has a problem, and goes to Giles for help
Author's notes:

Giles carefully cleaned his glasses and placed them back on his nose. He pulled the book he was holding closer to his face, examining the symbols engraved in the coarse paper.
"Hmmmm," he ran his finger along the paper, trying to discover what secrets were being kept within the pages of the ancient text.
A small knock on his office door pulled him out of his concentration.
"Um, Come in," he called, clearing his throat and setting the book down.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then the door opened just a crack, and a tuft of blonde hair could be seen with the light from the library shining behind it.
Then, the rest of Oz came into Giles' office.
"A little late, isn't it?" Giles glanced behind Oz and into the library before the boy closed the door. There was no one in the library. Oz must have just come in.
"I need to talk to you," Oz seemed scared, he was shaking slightly, and his face was drained of color.
Eyebrows raised, a little alarmed, Giles pulled a second chair over to where he was sitting, and offered it to Oz.
The boy didn't seem to notice the gesture. He just looked warily around the office, and took a few deep breathes before speaking.
"I have a problem. I don't know who else to talk to, who else will help me," Oz sniffled, and ran his fingers through his tangled hair.
"Are you sure I'm the one who can help you?" Giles didn't think he was suitable for helping a teenage boy with teenage problems. He wasn't sure if he wanted to engage himself in the teenage problems, either. But once he looked into the thoroughly freaked expression on Oz's face, he knew he couldn't turn this boy away, "Sit down, tell me what's wrong."
Oz smiled just faintly, relieved he had some one to talk to. He shuffled over to Giles, and slumped into the chair.
Now that Oz was closer, Giles got a better look at the boy. He was covered in sweat, and his eyes were red with tears, already shed and waiting to come.
"I was with Willow tonight. First we were at the Bronze, just hanging out. We didn't dance or anything, I guess Willow seemed a little angry, I didn't really notice," he faded off, seemingly deep in thought.
Giles wasn't sure if Oz was going to go on. For a minute or two, Oz was silent. Then he spoke up.
"I didn't pay that much attention to her. There was this band, Dingoes need a new drummer, and they said this was the band's last gig, and their drummer was amazing. I was so focused on this guy, listening to him, getting his technique and sound down, trying to figure how I was going to ask him. Then Dev came over to me, and Willow was up getting something to drink. I let Devon take her seat. She came back, Devon and I were talking about the drummer, I took the cup from her without even looking at her. I didn't realize it. I was so involved with Devon and my conversation. Then the band took a break, and Devon and I hunted down the drummer, I just tagged Willow along. She must have felt even worse than a third wheel."
Giles took all of this in, while Oz collected his thoughts. Giles tried to figure where this was going, but he couldn't be sure.
"We got back to her house, her parents weren't home. We were on her couch, and everything was good. There wasn't any resentment, just lips and her--"
"Please skip this part."
"Sorry, anyway, it was like a normal date. But then she backed away, and asked me why I was being so distant. And I was like, what do you mean, and she--"
~~~~~~~~Slip into flashback~~~~~~~~
Willow and Oz are on the couch in Willow's dimly lit living room. They are kissing, getting really into it, but suddenly; Willow pulls away, wiping her mouth.
"Oz, why are you so distant?" Willow's hands folded into her lap, and she scooted farther away from her boyfriend.
"What do you mean?" Oz was genuinely confused, but even though he wanted to, he refrained from trying to get closer to her.
"Oh come on! You can't tell me you don't realize what you've been doing all night to me! I can't believe you would treat me like that and not even care!" Willow was obviously letting all these bottled up thoughts and emotions out.
And Oz was clearly freaked beyond comprehension.
"Willow, I had no idea!" Now Oz moved towards her, but Willow shoved him backwards.
"You've been doing this for a while Oz! You've been taking me for granted! I'm just a figure in the background on our dates, while you talk to Devon, and Xander, and Buffy and about every other person other than ME! How about paying a little attention to your girlfriend on a date? I've been going over this in my head for hours, but now all I want to say is get out of my house," Willow was in tears, she had been repressing her feelings towards Oz's lack of enthusiasm towards her for too long.
"No, Willow. I have to explain myself. I should at least get that," Oz said calmly, running his hands through his hair.
"Fine. Talk."
Oz stared into Willow's eyes, trying to figure out just how much he had hurt her. The Conclusion; A lot. Unintentionally. But, hurt nonetheless.
When he didn't say anything, Willow took a deep breath, and slapped him.
Oz instinctively growled, and almost hit her back. It was instincts of the wolf, but Willow definitely used it against him.
"I can't believe you!" Willow stood up, and pointed at the door, "Leave."
"No," Oz stood up, "Willow, let's just talk, okay? I can't, I won't leave. This wasn't expected, this isn't something I thought was going to happen tonight," that implication was where Oz made his mistake.
"Oh, and what did you think WOULD happen tonight?" Willow shouted, "What base were YOU planning on getting too?"
"No, you know that's not what I meant--"
Willow shook her head, "I'm not so sure, Oz. You are a guy, and you definitely have those wolf instincts working against you. Or is it for you? I'm sure you would be so much happier if you were just traveling with the Dingoes, smoking pot with Devon and doing things with your slutty groupies!"
Oz just stared at her, "I can't believe you would use my friendship with Devon and my band against me! And you know I've never had a groupie! Have you resented the Dingoes and Devon since the start?"
"Oz, this has nothing to do with them! This is all about you!" Willow knew she was kidding herself. It was all about the Dingoes, the pot, the groupies, the Rock and Roll lifestyle. But, she wanted Oz to feel something. To show a type of emotion. Guilt, pain, sorrow, anything. Pain. That's when a spell Willow had seen before flashed into her head. The only ingredient was a man and a witch with intense hatred toward him. She knew she was going overboard, but it was easily reversible.
"You jerk, lying to me about the groupies, I swear, I'm going to make it so you'll never be with another one again!" At this point, she was making things up, but what the hell?
"Wait, what?" Fear struck across Oz's face as Willow raised her hands and began to chant, "Oh god."
A burst of hellish green light flew out of Willow's palm and shot at lightning speed toward Oz.
His scream shattered the night air...
~~~~~~~~Slip out of flashback~~~~~~~~
Giles was leaning forward in his seat, hanging onto Oz's every word. When Oz suddenly stopped telling the story, Giles watched as the boy sat back in his seat, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"What was the spell? What happened?" Giles sounded like a little kid at a suspenseful part of a storybook.
Oz swallowed the lump growing in his throat, "I can't tell you."
Giles' face fell.
"But I can show you."
Giles seemed curious, to say the least.
Oz began to unzip his pants.
"Oz, I beg you to sto--" then Giles' saw the green glow, "What did she do?"
"Turned it green," Oz choked out, harshly zipping his pants back up, "You can fix it, right?"
After a moment of trying his hardest not to burst out laughing, Giles nodded, "I think I can ungreen that right up for you."
Oz grinned, admiring Giles very deeply at that moment.
End

There is almost nothing to say. I don't know why. I'm crazy. Started a fairly good fic, that turned into this. Laugh My Ass Off. God, I love unexpected plot twists!!

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