A/N: Here is the next chapter, as promised.

The end of the last chapter, in case you forgot it:

Willow sat at the table in the room she shared with Kennedy, pouring over spell books. She wanted to find anything she could about surveillance spells.

"Aren't you coming to bed" Kennedy was lying in their bed, pouting.

"Not yet Kennedy."

"If you aren't coming to bed, then I'm going to go train for a while."

When she didn't get a response from Willow, Kennedy got out of bed, pulled on a pair of track pants and a tank top, and left the room. Willow barely looked up from her book when Kennedy left the room.

Willow stood at the window and stared out at the street below, contemplating everything that had happened over the past few weeks. In fact, she was o caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even recognize what she was looking at for several moments. The familiar blue van hadn't changed in the three years since she had last seen it.

She flew out of her room, down the stairs, and into the familiar arms if her ex-boyfriend Oz. They stood there, holding each other for several minutes before the others came pouring out to see what was happening. They pulled apart awkwardly, and just stood there for a moment until Angel suggested that everyone stepped inside, because people on the street where starting to stare.

Once they where all seated in the lobby, and everyone had been introduced, Angel decided to break the silence. "So where have you been Oz?"

"When I left Sunnydale for the second time, I knew that I had to get away from people until I could be positive that I had my wolf under control. I couldn't risk something like that happening again. And for all I knew, the government had places like the lab where I was held all over the place.

I drove around the country for a few weeks, and I ended up in Canada. I've lived in Yukon Territory for the last three years. I lived in this tiny town that consisted of maybe fifty people. I choose this town because every single person had a shotgun and knew how to use it. I knew that if I got out of control, someone would shoot me before I hurt anyone. I got a job in the store, and I basically ran the store so that the owner could spend more time hunting. I rented the attic of a house, and kept to myself. I spent a lot of time meditating, and really got in touch with the wolf.

At first people were wary of me, after all, why would a Californian choose to live all they way up there? But after a few months, I was accepted into the town. The men would say hello, talk to me. The women would send around food every now and then, and just make sure I was ok. I became a part of the town. The old women liked to gossip about me. They had several theories, including that I was an artist or author of some kind who either wanted a secluded location to work, or a town to base a work in. Others thought that I was a secret agent in hiding. One theory was that I was dealing with a particularly hard break up and needed time to deal. That one was quickly stamped, because it wasn't "dramatic" enough.

A few days ago I decided that I needed to see how far I'd come along, so I thought that I would visit some people who mattered to me, and for whom I had somewhat strong emotions. I drove down, thinking that I would visit Angel before I went to see the Sunnydale crew again. But I see that I wont have to go to Sunnydale to see you guys. What happened?"

"Where along the road did you lose you stoicism?"

"Nevada, I think."

And so the gang launched into the story of the last three years. Buffy, Willow, Xander and Giles told most of the story, with occasional in put from the others. Oz remained silent, listening pensively. "...and then we ended up here, a few days ago."


"Glad to see that your trip hasn't affected your talking habits permanently."

Even as Xander made his comment, Kennedy came up from the basement where she had been sparing with one of the Slayers, Claire. Everyone who had been around long tensed, waiting to see what would happen. Kennedy went to wrap her arms around Willow, who shifted away from her to introduce Kennedy and Claire. "Kennedy, Claire, this is Oz, my ex-boyfriend. Oz, they are Claire and Kennedy, some of the Slayers. Kennedy is my girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you."

"You should feel lucky. He gave you four whole words!"

"Enough with the teasing Oz, Xander!"

"Of course, your supreme Wiccaness!"


Willow was giving Xander a look that would have made most people run screaming, but Xander having seen several apocalypses, and having helped stop them, had the courage to speak.

"Ok, Ok!"

"Do you want to stay here for a while?" Angel looked at Oz kindly. He perfectly understood the feeling Oz was probably having, seeing Willow with someone else. He could clearly remember when he had seen Riley and Buffy together. "We have plenty of room and a need for extra help."

"That would be great."

Buffy and Willow went to help him bring in his stuff, and Kennedy followed them. She liked Oz, and wanted to get to know him better. Willow grabbed Oz's duffel bag, the same one he had been hurriedly packing when she first found out that he was leaving, and Buffy, Kennedy, and Oz took his various musical equipment.

When they entered the lobby, Angel walked over. "Would you like a room on the first floor, with the Slayers plus Willow, or on the second floor with the rest of us?"

"I'll go for second floor. Sounds safer."

"Are you implying that Slayers are dangerous?" Kennedy was looking at him questioningly.

"No, thirty fifteen to twenty-two year old girls are dangerous."

So Oz moved into room 213 of the Hyperion Hotel, headquarters to Angel Investigations and the Slayer training school. After much discussion, it was decided that he would teach the young Slayers to get in touch with their power. He would teach them how to communicate with their power and how to use it to their best advantage.

When everyone had left him to settle in, he sighed. What was he getting into? Was it really wise to be living so close to Willow, who was clearly dating someone else, when he wasn't even really sure if he could control the wolf?

Once he had put his clothes away, and set up his guitars, he sat down to meditate. He sat cross legged on the floor, closed his eyes, and sowed his breathing. When he had completely emptied his mind, the wolf stepped forward. He reached out to touch it, and he found that it was calm. He racked his mind to try to think of a time when it had been this calm, and he couldn't remember a time when it hadn't really been restless. He thought about Willow, and how much it hurt to see her with someone else, and to his surprise the wolf spoke. "Don't dwell on it. Don't let the rage control you. When the rage overcomes, I come out, but it is not me who is in control. Whether or not you want to believe it, we all have a surging anger in us. When you controlled the me, forced me down, I became what you see here. Then your anger found me, and it over took me. I resisted, but then it started to over come me. Now, when you have seen Willow with someone else, and not become over come with rage, but rather a sense of happiness for her, I have driven back the rage to the back of your mind. I am now just your emotions magnified, but you will have to make sure that you can keep the anger back. The moment that it rises, I become it, and it multiplies."

The wolf turned and walked away, and Oz opened his eyes in the shock of what had just happened.

A/N: Please, please review! Just tell me whether or not you like it! Thanks Estelle Tiniwiel and Cliodhna who have already reviewed. This chapter focuses on Oz, but I think that the next chapter will be more Buffy and Angel.