"You're kidding!"

"No, really. It came right up to me. I mean, I know I got the whole `arooo' thing going, but this bear was huge! I wasn't sure I could change in time if she got pissed."

"So what happened?" Xander was enthralled by Oz's tales of his time away.

Oz held his hands out in a depreciative gesture. "She sniffed me, knocked me over and left. It was pretty cool. Kinda like a `welcome to the neighborhood, stay off my lawn' thing."

"I think my response would have been to wet myself." Xander said, chopsticking up another bite of ginger beef.

He got a grin from the smaller man. "Even after all the uglies around here?"

"Mmm yeah." Xander nodded. "Oh yeah. The things around here usually give a speech or taunt ya so ya got time to run away."

"Right. Very true." Oz stole a bite of Xander's food in time honored Chinese meal sharing tradition. "Honestly, though, when was the last time you ran away from something around here?"

Xander thought about it. "Um... oh! Last week." He nodded. "I ran as far away from Giles and his books as I could. But he was too fast."

"Oh well, yeah. Giles. Scary man no doubt." Oz conceded.

"Totally. Specially with the tea and crumpet thing." Xander pointed out.

Chuckling, they both ate a little more. Xander was quietly basking in the fact he was no longer nervous. Oz was still Oz, which meant all might just be right with the world. Well, as right as it could be on the Hellmouth.

"You do know you're pretty damn brave, right?" Oz said, in his quiet making-a-point voice.

Xander felt a blush rise. "Um. No. I'm scared most of the time actually."

Oz shook his head, gesturing with his chopsticks. "That just means you're smart. Think about it. I have never seen you really back down from anything."

"I complain." Xander was sure all the blood in his body was in his cheeks.

"Nah. More like Snappy Patter Man. Makes you you. More tea?" Oz held up the pot.

Xander held out his cup, pleased, yet again, that Oz was still Oz. Able to say something terribly complimentary and then shift gears so you didn't die of embarrassment. Not at all like Spike, who'd go for the embarrassment everytime. Maybe back pedal to a grudging compliment. Maybe.

Okay, so the prom comment had been a total compliment. And the thing about Oz and him being a good match. Being good for each other. Weird how Spike had been paying that much attention. Which he'd better start doing to Oz. Way too much thinking of the undead bleached wondervamp with Oz sitting right there. Why was he thinking about Spike now? Oz, dammit.

"That was a far away look." Oz said, his lop-sided grin on his face.

"Sorry." Would he ever stop blushing? "Just thinking that I'm glad your back."

"Me too. Thanks for making me know it was the thing to do." Oz said, green eyes bright.

Yeep. "Um. Yeah." Thank you, Spike. "You gotta be wiped, all that time on the road, right? Not up for a flick, first night back and all, are you?"

"Sounds good. Didn't catch much flickage on the road."

"Great. I'll get the check."

*****

Spike watched the two young men leave China Garden from the mouth of a convenient alley. They were talking and laughing as they got in Xander's car and drove away. Looked like they were having a good time. So far so good.

"Spike?"

Aw God. The Slayer. He turned. Check that. The Slayer *and* the Witches.

"Evenin', Pets. Out hunting?" He leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

"Wow, amazing powers of observation. You were supposed to meet us." Buffy said, crossing her arms.

"So was Xander." Willow said. "You seen him?"

"Don't think he's coming. Bit busy tonight." Spike answered, pushing off the wall and heading up the street.

Buffy blew a stray lock of hair out her face with a noise suspiciously like a snort. "And you would know this how?"

The vampire shrugged. "Just saw him leave the restaurant over there."

"China Garden? Ooo!" Willow got wide-eyed. "He's on a date! That's his first date place! Did you see who? Do we know her? Is she pretty? C'mon, Spike spill it!"

Spike watched the redhead bounce. What was he going to say now? He knew Xander had told Willow Oz was coming back, but did he tell her why? God, he really should have gotten the whole story. Right. Play dumb, play the hair color.

"I doubt it's a date, Red." Spike rolled his eyes. "He was with Wolfboy."

Buffy stopped walking. "Oz? He was with Oz? When did Oz get back?"

"Well, I knew he was coming." Willow's pretty brow was furrowed. "Didn't know when, so I guess he got back today. Xander didn't tell me. Poopy of him."

"Completely. I didn't even know Oz was coming back." Buffy complained. "Xander knew. You knew. No memo for Buffy?"

"Oh! Xander told me! I.. I kinda got caught up in the whole `eep' factor." Willow explained as they moved ahead.

Spike held back, watching Tara's face. The quiet witch was biting her lips, looking apprehensive. She was more insecure than Xander most times. She was also one of the few Spike worried about. And one of the few he trusted.

He slowed to match her pace, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "You look down, ducks."

Tara shot a look at her girlfriend and the Slayer. She slowed more, letting the distance between them grow. Spike was a vampire. Spike was evil. But she liked him. He couldn't be all evil if he was so nice to Dawn and her. Blunt, yes. Abrasive, definatly. But for all his past and his vampy ways, he was honest. Painfully usually.

"I... I know I'm being stupid." She said softly. "But Willow's been on edge since she found out Oz was coming back. She says she's cool with it, that they worked things out but..." She trailed off, looking down.

"Oh, Pretty, " Spike reached over and brushed a whisp of her hair back, tilting her face up. "You know she loves you. She wouldn't let anyone hurt you."

"I... I know. I told you I was being stupid." She whispered.

Spike chuckled. "Love makes everyone stupid. Trust me, I know."

"Hey! You making time with my honey?" Willow called.

"Well you shouldn't leave such a treat alone, Red." Spike said, waggling his eyebrows and throwing an arm around a furiously blushing Tara.

"Thank you." Tara gave Spike's arm a quick squeeze and joined Willow.

Buffy waited for Spike to catch up, shaking her head at his grin. "You are *such* a softy sometimes."

"Only for blondes, luv." Spike grinned. "just don't let it get around."

*****

Xander looked at his watch. 3:00 am. He and Oz had been talking all night. A talk full of comfortable silences and music. All that was missing from the bohemian scene was a bottle of wine and pot. They'd stuck with chips and soda.

Oz was sprawled cross ways on the bed, head resting in one hand. Xander sat on the floor, his back against the cheap dresser, arms on his knees. Barely two feet had separated them the whole evening, but there had been moments Xander thought about leaning in closer. Placing a kiss on Oz's brow or cheek or mouth. Thought about giving in to hormones, let go and cater to libido. Or just make a fool of himself.

"You're not here again."

Xander blinked. "Sorry. Guess it's getting kinda late. I'd better hit the road."

Oz rose, nodding. "Yeah, that's cool. And with me being Super Chatty Guy, you're tired."

As Xander opened the door, he turned. "No way. Oh, there's a Scooby get together at the shop tomorrow. Today actually. You wanna come?"

"Yeah. Do the whole `I'm back' announcement. See who wigs." The shorter man's smile was wry.

"No." Xander said firmly. "No one is gonna wig. No wiggins here." He touched one freckle dusted pale arm. "You're so welcome back it won't even be funny."

"I guess I get that." Oz looked down. "Just kinda... "

"Hard. Yeah." Xander finished. "Been there myself."

Oz looked up, eyes wide. "Oh. Hey."

Xander waved a hand, cutting Oz off. "No. It's all good now. And it will be tomorrow. Today. Staying up this late always messes with my calendar."

"I always consider it today until I go to sleep. Bad if you stay up for a couple of days, but hey, gives you an extra twenty-four at daylight savings." Oz shrugged.

Xander laughed. "See you tomorrow?"

"You bet. Pick you up?" Oz leaned up against the doorway.

"Cool. Say three?" Xander repressed his returning stomach flutters.

"Three it is. See ya." Oz gave one of his rare full smiles.

Xander sighed happily as he walked to the car. It had been a good not-date. Dinner, movie, talking, just hanging and absorbing the missed time. He tossed the keys in the air... and almost fell over when they were snatched away.

"Yah!"

"Hello to you too, Harris." Spike drawled.

"God damn! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Xander snatched the keys back. "Could you not do the sneaky vamp thing?"

"No. Now, give me a lift an' tell me how the date went." Spike crossed over and got in. "An' I'll tell you how mine went."

"It was not a...rrrr." Xander got it. "Did you follow us?"

"Only to the restaurant. Then the rest of the merry band caught up." Spike fixed Xander with a dark gaze.

"Woah, woah. I do not need that look." Xander started the car and drove out. "And what's it for anyway? Why the `Bad Xander, sit in the corner' look?"

Spike sighed. He'd spent most of his night listening to the three girls rattle on and on about Oz being back. How good it was. How much he would be welcome. How more help of the understanding kind was always needed. A few worries and why didn't Xander say somethings and Spike was ready to tear his hair out if they didn't all shut up. Right so two of them. Tara just kept looking miserable. As miserable as Spike felt.

"You didn't tell them you weren't going to make it tonight." Spike jabbed a finger at Xander. "You didn't tell them Oz was back. You didn't spend all night listening bloody woman prattle over those facts."

Xander was quiet, jaw working. He'd had a wonderful night and now Spike was busting his chops. He was acting like... A lightbulb went off and Xander relaxed.

"Spike, if you want to see Oz, why don't you stop by and say hello?" Xander glanced over and saw Spike staring out the window, his jaw working now. "I'm sorry I didn't tell the girls and you had to take the heat. I was a little... okay, a lot excited."

"Got nothing to do with Oz." Spike grumbled. "Just the women. Apology accepted. Er, it went well then?"

Xander grinned. "Yeah it did."

*****

Spike stalked all the way through Sunnydale and his graveyard. He was angry. He was depressed. He was confused as hell.

Part of him was glad things had gone well for Xander and Oz. Part of him was angry at some of the nerve-induced statements from Buffy and Willow. He wanted to grab everyone and just *make* them understand what was going on. If he could only figure it out himself.

He... cared about Oz. He cared about Xander. He wanted them to be happy. Right? Yeah, the Big Bad wanted them happy. Oz would be taken care of and Xander would stop with the lost, kicked puppy thing.

"And I care about that because I'm insane." He sniped as he kicked a headstone.

"That's gotta scuff the boots."

Spike whirled, gameface out. Oz sat on another headstone a row over. Face shifting back, Spike tried to figure out if he should glare or smile. He settled for a cocked eyebrow instead.

"Fancy meeting you here." Spike said, sizing up the young man.

"Yeah. Kinda figured you'd been around here." Oz said, sliding to his feet. "Can we talk?"

The seriousness in the guitarist's voice made Spike pause. He nodded and led Oz to his crypt. Once inside, he lit a few candles and gestured for Oz to have a seat. On opposite sarcophagi, they sat and just looked at each other.

"Scooby now, huh?" Oz began. "Total Our Gang."

Spike nodded. Where was this going? God, all he wanted to do was talk about all the things they'd written. Play face to face catch up. He couldn't and it was his own fault. He'd been the one to make this a huge secret.

"That's cool. I'm glad." Oz's gaze seemed to bore into Spike. "You spent longer in the not so caring hands of those Government goons than I did."

Spike snorted. "Yeah, right charmin' people them. They loved to hand out the toys." He tapped his head.

The younger man frowned. "Heard about that. Keeps you from being you. Which sucks. Not that I liked you evil, but you were you. Now you're..." Oz's shrug was eloquent. "Outside of you."

"An' lookin' in." Spike muttered.

The sharp intake of breath from Oz made Spike start. What had he said? In an instant things seemed to have gone from intense to serious. The werewolf was close enough to the surface of Oz's face that Spike could smell it. Oz's head was cocked and he seemed to be testing the air. Spike kept perfectly still, unsure if either of them could maintian control.

"Why does Xander smell like you?" Oz whispered, moving closer to Spike. "And you smell like him. This place smells like him."

Spike held his hands up, not quite touching the shorter man's shoulders. "Hold on, now. We're mates. We patrol together an' sometimes he comes by here after."

"I-I know." Oz looked confused, eyes shifted to black. "I'm just... woah. Sorry." He stepped back, blushing. "I'm really not going psycho here, am I?" He licked his lips nervously. "I just... There's this *feeling* Xander didn't write those letters."

Spike felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. "What makes you say that?"

"Outside looking in. And some things he didn't get tonight. Small stuff." Oz ran a shaky hand through his spiky hair. "The *feeling* is in him but..." He looked up into Spike's eyes. Green now to blue. "You wrote them."

"No." Spike's voice was incredulous, if shaky. "Not me, sorry."

"Yeah. You." Oz reached over to Spike's side and pulled a battered envelope out from under the lip of the sarcophagus Spike was on. "Or why would you have this?"

Spike's eyes narrowed. "Whelp dropped it here. I was keepin' it for him."

"Spike."

"I swear! Why would I write you?" Spike opened his third pack of cigarettes for the night. "I hardly knew you."

"Knew." Oz sighed. "Spike, just... don't, okay? Talk to me. Tell me what's going on. I'm not mad. I'm confused."

Spike held a belligerent pose. Until he looked into the sad, green eyes before him. He sighed and threw up his arms.

"Right. Lets talk."

*****
Part 6:

Oz felt strange, nearly wild but not quite. Like all his careful control, the herbs burned, the chants sounded, weren't working properly. Skin crawling, nerves hyper-sensitive. But disconnected, floating a half foot above his head.

Spike had played Cyrano, Xander his Christian. Unknowing, at first, and yet, most effectively. They both liked him. They both cared. Mind blowing to say the least. Never mind the things his nose, his instincts, told him. There was a serious amount of liking each other as well.

"Nice to see Sunnydale is as confusing as ever." He muttered.

But it was still home, and he was still glad he was back. Confused he could deal with. He was even reasonably sure he could deal with the situation before him. If he could focus.

He wanted to run, needed to run. Not away, but as the wolf. Let go and not be confused. Let his mind work it out way in the back of his skull while his body ran and howled. Spike would understand that. He could hope Xander would.

With a quick jerk, he pulled the van over to the curb and climbed into the back. T-shirt, shoes and jeans were dropped into a pile and the back door flung open. He leaned against the cool metal side for a moment, fingering the small ju-ju bag he wore, always now, around his neck. He wasn't going to take it off, not now. Here in the Dale, he had to keep his way back.

Taking a deep breath, he... let go. Let the wolf out, forcing himself into the four legged, less violent shape. It hurt, always, but, in the end, his howl was triumphant.

*****

Xander jerked awake. Something had torn him from sleep, a deep, sexy, naughty sleep about Spike and Oz. Something that had his heart pounding in his chest, sweat slicking his body. Fear, not desire.

He tossed the covers aside and went to the window. It was nearly dawn. Not that evil that wasn't vampiric slept during the day here, but it was still... strange. He scrubbed his face with one hand and rested his head against the glass. Very strange.

Shaking his head, he turned and pulled on jeans. Spike should be home. Maybe he would know where this wiggins was coming from.

*****

Spike sat slumped in his one beaten armchair. He'd spilled the whole ridiculous tale to Oz. The diminutive redhead had just stood there, too far into Spike's space, and listened. Huge green eyes stared into his, absorbing the words.

When Spike had finished, all Oz said was `Hn. Need to think.' and left. He'd blown it.

"Love's bitch, indeed." He sighed.

If Oz left, it would be his fault. Xander would go back to being miserable and he would just... stay away. There would be something wrong with taking advantage of Xander if that happened.

He shot up, knocking his chair back. "God, you are an idiot! You just had to bloody well get involved in the sad little lives here! You haven't gone soft, you've gone limp!"

He began to pace and smoke. "You wanted to play with them once. You wanted to hurt them, make them scream and beg for death! Dru was right, you are a sad, pathetic shell of yourself!"

Lashing out, quicker than lightening, he punched the stone wall, knuckles cracking loudly. He roared, half a scream, and grabbed his hand. Two knuckles were smashed.

"An' that was one of the stupider things you've done today, mate."

He flopped back into his chair, hand dangling, as blood seeped out to puddle on the floor. "Brilliant."

He would heal, albeit slowly due to subsisting on pig's blood over human. He wouldn't scar. He would just sit here, in the dark and go even more insane than he obviously was. He was talking to himself like Dru did Miss. Edith. He was second guessing himself like he was Angel.

Spike was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the crypt door being slowly pushed open.

*****

Wet. Wintery. Earthy. The smells were alive. Old leaves and sparking, ozone scents that had to be magic.

The wolf raised his head and howled, claiming the area for himself. Dogs, lesser canines, barked and whimpered in the distance. Something not quite animal hissed and slithered away into the trees. He chuffed, a sort of laugh, and moved on.

A bright, sharp smell hit his nostrils. Blood. Yet not quite fresh. Underlying hint of death and stagnation. It was familiar and intoxicating. He wheeled and followed the trail.

It lead him through a pattern of short standing stones and rock houses. Confusing, with similar smells coming from near some of the stones. This scent, however, had it's own well-known tinge to it. Smoke and dead beast.

He whined, casting about, near an open hole. There. He ran until the scent lead him to one of the stone houses. In there, it was in there, and the blood was so close. He could hear talking, but knew there was only one inside. He shoved his nose and shoulder against the door. He had to get inside, both sides of his brain were in agreement with that.

*****

Spike's head snapped up just as the large wolf leaped. He got half out of the chair before he was bowled over, chair and all. He could faintly hear his jeans tear on the claws of the beast. The beast that had to be...

"Oz." Spike's voice was a whisper.

The wolf cocked his head, tongue lolling out. Spike felt himself shake, waiting for Oz to act. Front paws almost kneaded his chest, tail thumped against his thighs. A happy Oz wolf. A beautiful grey and silver black Oz wolf.

The question was, what was he happy about? What was he going to do? Why the hell was he a wolf now? Spike raised a hand to stroke at the soft, dense fur. It felt silky on his hand.

"God, you're gorgeous like this." Spike whispered.

Oz gruffed and nosed at the hand in his fur. A long, pink tongue lapped at the blood still seeping. Spike gasped, a strange thrill shooting through him. Yes, it was a wolf on top of him, but that wolf was one of the men he wanted, cared about. And he sure as hell could accept this part of Oz.

Spike wrapped his arms around the strong, furry neck. "What's goin' on, luv? You needed to let it out, did you?"

Oz shuffled back, pulling the vampire into a sitting position. Settling down between Spike's legs, he pressed his weight against Spike's chest. The blonde couldn't help but rub his cheek against the fur, amazed at the control and trust.

"It's okay, Oz." Spike said, feeling a bit choked up. "I-I understand an' I'm sorry if this is... oi! That tickles, you!"

Oz had licked his ear, a slobbery lap. Spike laughed, wiping it with a shrug of his shoulder. "It's a bit kinky, don't ya think?"

*****

Xander walked quickly through the threads of early morning fog. The sun wasn't up yet, but he could see the horizon starting to lighten. He was nervous, having heard the howl again, closer than he liked.

Spike's crypt was just ahead. He was sure, this close to dawn, the Bleached Wonder would be home. The half open door chilled him, however. With the noise, it couldn't be a good sign. It almost sounded like a wolf was about. That had to be impossible though, there weren't any wolves in Sunnydale.

Just one werewolf.

"No. Oh no. Couldn't be Oz. Refusing to believe it's the Oz-man here." He ran to the crypt door.

The laughter startled him. What was so funny? There was something bad going on out here and Spike was laughing. Didn't he know he could be in danger? Didn't he know you didn't just leave the door open even if it was a crypt?

"Spike? Are you..." Xander trailed off. Spike was on the floor, a wolf in his lap, laughing and petting it. "Okay? Um."

The guilty look in Spike's shocked eyes drove a small fist into Xander's stomach. The wolf's instant growl then whine snapped him back to the moment. It *was* Oz.

"Oh God." Xander breathed.

Spike struggled to his feet, Oz crouching at his side. "Xan..."

"Uh. Hey. Sorry." Xander felt his stomach tighten. "I, um, heard a howl and..."

"You got worried." Spike finished for him, stepping closer.

Xander wiped his hands on his jeans. "Yeah. But everything seems to be okay, if fuzzy. Oz?"

Spike looked down at the wolf. "It's not..."

"Not what?" Xander said, stepping forward. "Not Oz? Not what I think? Not Arbor Day?"

A growl, strangled sounding, made them both stop. Oz was changing, shifting back. It took a moment, but finally, he was human, naked and embarrassed.

"Yes, me. No, not what you think." Oz said, wrapping slim arms around himself. "And too close to Christmas to be Arbor Day. Except maybe it is. What you think."

Spike grabbed his coat and wrapped it around Oz. Xander, in the mean time, shut the door, brow furrowed. If ever there was a time in his life to be confused, now was it. He wasn't upset but he was. Which was stupid. Oz had just wolfed out for some reason. Wolfed out and ran to Spike.

"Thinking now is time for a `what happened'." He said.

Spike righted the chair and set Oz in it. "Simple really. I told him."

"Right here." Oz said, a small grin on his face.

"You... He... Told..." Xander stammered. "Oh God. And it made you freak that bad. Which means I'm a moron. Why did you tell?"

"Woah. Hey. I kinda figured it out." Oz said. "The smells. The..." He waved his hand in a figuring out gesture. "Instinct, I guess."

"That would be the werewolf in you, yeah." Spike said. "So, you had to let it out. That I get."

"You do?" Xander asked. "You do. A-and I... don't. Dammit."

"No. It's okay, Xander." Oz stood. "I didn't get it either. But I do now."

Spike and Xander looked at the smaller man, pale body wrapped in oversized black leather, stilled by his steady gaze. He approached them, almost stalking, and took one of their hands in his.

"There's a lot of like here and it's not just directed towards me." Oz said quietly, looking at each man.

Spike stiffened and tried to pull away, but Oz's grip was tight. "Spike, stop."

"No. Listen, bad idea, children. I am not a consideration here." Spike growled.

"Wait." Xander said. "Why not? And did I just really say that?"

Oz chuckled. "Yeah you did. And I have to agree. Why not, Spike?"

"Because it's about you two, dammit!" Spike jerked his hand away. "I'm not supposed to figure into this at all! You like each other. I was just helping the Whelp along here."

He jabbed a finger in Oz's face. "You smelled wrong."

It was Xander who grabbed the finger. "No, I don't think so. Spike, I admit this is one of the freakier things that's happened to me, but he's not wrong."

"I'm not." Oz said. "Radical notion here, guys. Bear with me."

Blonde and brunette stopped and waited. Oz wrapped his an arm around Xander's neck, grabbing a hold of Spike's with his free hand. Then he stood on tiptoe and kissed Xander, a gentle kiss, lips open slightly, tongue just slicking Xander's mouth.

Xander felt like his knees were going to buckle. He'd been wanting this all night, just this. Now, here in Spike's crypt, he was getting kissed and kissed well. He wrapped his arms loosely around Oz, not wanting to let go. Ever.

Spike gasped, mesmerized by the sight. The two younger men defiantly belonged together, the kiss showed that much. To his surprise, there wasn't even a slight twinge of jealousy. Heat flaring from them, yes. A touch of sorrow, knowing this just wasn't going to work.

Then Oz turned and did the same to him.

It was feral and spicy, with just a trace of Xander on Oz's lips. He wound a hand through spiky red hair and barely restrained himself from shifting to gameface. Oz's smile against his lips showed just how much the young Werewolf understood. And then Oz was pulling away.

Both men gaped at the smaller one. Xander's eyes were as wide as saucers. Spike's, half lidded and dazed. Oz mearly nodded and pulled them face to face.

"Your turn." He said.

"Um. What?" Xander glanced at Oz and back at Spike.

"He wants us to kiss, Whelp." Spike said, scarred eyebrow cocked.

"Could you stop with the `Whelp' please?" Xander snapped.

"What, would you rather...."

Spike was cut off by Xander's kiss. Rougher and sloppier than Oz's, but the same shock ran through him. He heard Oz chuckle again. Apparently he proved his point.

"So this is a little fast for me." Oz said, again pulled them close. "But I'd have to say that was pretty hot."

Yeah, it was hot. All three kisses had left his stomach fluttering and his nerves slightly raw. It had been a gamble, but well worth it.

"I find myself agreeing." Xander said.

Spike shook his head. "It's not that easy. Two people in a relationship is bad enough to figure out. Three is..."

"Something you've done before." Xander said. "Drusilla, Miss Charm the Stars for the sky? And Angelus, Sir Dark and Brooding? At least that's what you called `em that night you drank half the liquor store."

"An' that didn't work out, did it?" Spike snarled. "Went right down th' bloody shitter!"

"Duh! Angel got a soul, Bleach Head. We already have one... two... you know what I mean." Xander said.

"He's got a point, Spike. We aren't going to leave you on account of sudden soulage." Oz shrugged. "Can we at least try?"

"Slow?" Spike asked.

"Slow is so of the good." Xander said. "Kinda need a mental adjustment here. Still trying to work through the Oz idea."

"Well, I don't plan on going anywhere, so slow works for me." Oz said, pulling the coat closer. "So would clothes right about now."

"I dunno. Kinda like you naked." Spike smirked.

Xander rolled his eyes and whacked Spike on the head. "Slow, idiot."

"Oi! I can dream, right?" Spike rubbed his head.

"Hn. This is gonna be interesting." Oz said.

The End