Assignment 3 - Crossover (Sunday Night) Lassie Goes Home 1, 2/2

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Title: Lassie Goes Home
Author: Karen.
Rating: Pg13
Disclaimer: I don't own either X-Files or BTVS. LOL. FOX does.
Author's Notes: For me the cross over is almost impossible in one part..


Sunday Night Crossover... BTVS/X-Files.

For WC this is A-3 for OzMIA this is just fun.
I spell checked but names may be spelled wrong...LOL.
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"Agent Dodgett I am not going to argue with you on this." Agent Fox Mulder pushed past the new FBI bird dog and grabbed a cup of overdone coffee. "Ugh, this stuff is either getting better or I'm developing a tolerance." He took another sip. "Agh, no it's definitely getting better. Oh yeah, that'll kill ya."

"Agent Mulder, you can't just come in here and tell me you're using the agency's money to go to Sunnydale because some naked kid in your yard told you to go there." Agent Doggens frowned. He was always doing it. Mulder was starting to think it meant, 'I can't comprehend simple phrases.'

"Yes, I can. Actually I have. So, if I did I could, right?" Mulder smirked when the frown deepened again, "Listen this naked kid as you so blithely refer to Mr. Osbourne, comes from Sunnydale, California. The Bocca del Inferno as the Mexicans and Spanish call it."

"The mouth of hell."

"Very good, you speak Spanish! You're learning! Anyway, this place has been the number one source of freakshow calls since LA gave up and decided to cater to the demon crowd. Better money in it. The town has boasted the highest murder rate in all of the Americas, including countries currently at war below the equator for the last five years at least. And the kicker is, no one there seems to realize it." Mulder pushed past Doggens while he frowned about that one. He was out into the hall way, up the stairs and hailing a cab before Doggens stopped frowning long enough to ask, "So what does a naked kid have to do with any of that?"

"The naked kid is a lycanthrope, Agent Doggens. He says last night he went to sleep in Athens. Today he woke up in my apartment complex's square. He seems to think he's on his way home. I intend to help him get there."

Dodgetts tried to accompany him but Mulder held him back. "Your taking a werewolf home?"

"Just like Lassie." Mulder shut the cab door in the agent's face.
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"Well, you seem fine. Blood work checks out. Did Agent Mulder tell you why he wanted these tests run?" Dana Sculley held her chart in front of her protruding stomach. She was honestly hoping her pregnancy would magically progress and she could have her baby and figure back before the end of summer.

The young man in front of her was twenty, healthy and sporting jet black hair with orange tips. His wrists had bracelets and his nails were painted blue-black. His intelligent green eyes focused on her every time she spoke, unlike most of the men in her life. "I have a disease. Agent Mulder was trying to find a physical trace. There actually isn't one at this time of day."

"Time of day?" She tries to get him to elaborate but the young man just nods. Coaxing information was going to be hard. "So Mulder's taking you back home to California?"

"Yes."

"What sort of disease is it?" She asked.

"It's rare."

"Contagious?"

"Sometimes." He stared at her serenely.

Mulder walked into Scully's borrowed medical room. "Hiya Scully. Hey Oz, ready to go?"

Oz nodded. He looked odd in Mulder's pants but the white T-shirt fit him just fine. He hopped off the counter and walked to Mulder's side. "Thanks doc."

"Is he okay? No weird blood things?" Mulder asked, patting her tummy in passing. He offered her an apologetic smile for the invasion of her personal space.

"He's fine. What disease?" She asked.

"Lycanthropy. C'mon Oz, I've got two plane tickets waiting." He pushed the young man out of the office before Sculley could fire out anymore questions.

"A werewolf?" She managed as the door slammed shut.
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"So how often do you change?" Mulder asked Oz.

"It used to be lunar." Oz told him honestly. He wasn't sure why this FBI agent was into helping him but he wasn't about to turn his back on free rides. Since his clothes, including wallet and money had ripped off somewhere in Greece, he wasn't choosy.

"Now?"

"Anger triggers it. Fear. Hurt. Bruce Banner syndrome." Oz remarked. He glanced out the window. Saying comic book references reminded him of Xander. It'd be good to see him again.

"Well, hopefully not while we're on the plane. I don't want to hide in that bathroom back there. It's usually reserved for mile high hopefuls."

"Did you ever?"

"No, but I'm hopeful."

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"...my house." Oz walked up and opened the door. He never locked it. He thought maybe homeless or squatters could use it while he was away. May as well be useful. "So," Oz wasn't sure what Agent Mulder wanted with him.

"Oh, right. You want to know what I want." Mulder grinned like a little kid. "I want to see the sights. Walk around the Mouth of Hell for a bit. Guided tour would be cool. Have you ever seen a vampire?"

"Tour I can do." Oz walked over the threshold. He waited for Mulder on the other side. He'd seen the guy in full daylight but it was a good habit to have in town. Mulder shrugged and crossed.

"I take it I passed?" The agent asked.

"Sure." Oz waved Mulder to a seat on the couch. "Supplies. Then graveyard." He walked upstairs. Mulder sat staring at where the TV used to be. Apparently, someone had liberated it. Oz shrugged, he never watched it anyway.

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A bag of sharpened sticks hit the floor in front of Mulder. "Supplies." He delved in and came out with a stake and splinters. "Cool."

"Why're you into this?" Oz asked, "You're an FBI guy and it's like this is all incredibly real to you. Shouldn't you be putting me into psych evaluation for streaking? Not that I'm complaining. But most hear werewolf and think, 'Oh this guy is crazy.'"

Mulder shrugged. "I've got an open mind. I heard a lot about this place. I want to take the tour. See what I can find. Poke into dark corners. Maybe get a chance to see things that most other people would call crazy. I think what most people think is crazy is probably average. It's amazing what the human psyche will refuse to believe in."

Oz nodded. "Okay. Grab the stakes. I have to make a call."

"So why are we back home?" Mulder asked when Oz walked back into the room.

"I have to be here." Oz's eyes lost their focus.

"Oz?"

He snapped back into focus. "Right. Patrol." He walked out the door, leaving Mulder to follow him with the bag of wooden stakes.

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Buffy hung up the phone. "Xander, Oz called." The look on her face was puzzled. "He calls you?"

"Oh yeah, usually once a month." Xander jammed magazines into a recycling bin. Spring cleaning was a pain in the ass. "Damn, now I wish I had answered. Did he say where he was?"

"He's here."

"Cool. I hope he remembers to lock his door. Some guy tried walking off with his TV. So I out in here." Xander pointed at the TV. "Guy's a genius. Why does he leave the doors unlocked?"

"Why doesn't he call me?" Buffy pouted.

"What did he say?"

"That he had to be here. That something bog was going down and then he asked if there was a lot of vampire activity because he promised a friend he'd show him the sights." Buffy frowned.

"What? Oz is running 'Dale tours now? I coulda just leant him some money." Xander pulled out a vacuum.

"Shouldn't we do something?" Buffy asked.

"Nah, he'll probably come by later." Xander watched as Buffy lifted the couch and moved it out of the way. "Thanks. Everything's better with Buffy."
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Mulder trailed after the short lycanthrope. He was really hoping to see Oz change. He'd seen the kid shift back or the end of the shifting back in his yard. It was a lot like American Werewolf, only it sounded really painful. But the tour was good. The whole town had this feeling of anticipation like a Murder She Wrote novel.

"So, tell me Oz, why are you s'posta be here? What would make a guy like yourself turn wolf and amazingly get yourself all the way back to the States in one night?"

Oz frowned, "I don't know. I'm just..."

"Just what?" Mulder asked.

Oz shook his head, resembling a dog with a flea in his ear. Then he shuddered.

"Oz?"

Oz turned to face Mulder. His skin was somehow distorted. Fur escaped the corners of his face like stiff wire bristles. His hair stood out from his head, electrified. Pupils flooded his eyes and the whites vanished. Claws protruded from the tips of his fingers. His mouth was packed with teeth. "Run, Agent Mulder."

Mulder wished he had popcorn. It was better than a Hamerhouse. Oz fell to the ground, splitting Mulder's best white T-shirt. The pants bulged uncomfortably on the small guy before the seams burst. Fur ran a river down Oz's spine, spreading and covering everything. A howl escaped his thick rubbery black lips. Mulder took out a Kodak one-shot camera and snapped a few shots.

Then common sense returned and he ran like hell. But he stopped behind a tree because Oz wasn't following him. His drooling maw was pointed at a place directly south of the tree Mulder was cowering behind. The werewolf sniffed the air and moved off at a strong lope.

Mulder followed him. It was a fast pace and he was panting within minutes. The werewolf seemed to have a specific destination in mind. All Mulder had to do was keep up. He went though some pretty deserted streets for nine at night and crashed into a guy in a leather duster. "Watch it mate!" The guy growled in a British accent.

"Sorry, dog. Loose." Mulder raced past him.

Oz leapt over a few trashcans. His claws clicked against the cement. Finally, panting almost as badly as Mulder, Oz skittered to a stop. Mulder slid to, his feet slipping on a grease that coated the street. He fell to his knees two inches from the werewolf and an open well.

The wolf pawed at the ground and let out what sounded remarkably like a bark. Then the thing that used to be Oz, turned its head and woofed at Mulder. Mulder moved closer, careful not to slip in the grease. He edged his way to the sides of the sunken in well. Oz rammed his shaggy head into the hole, sniffing. Mulder pushed him out of the way.

What he saw, rocked him back on his heels. Mulder let out a short bark of laughter. A voice down in the well said, "Hey, could you get me out of here?" Mulder laughed harder. "What's so funny? Do you have a dog up there?"

Mulder leaned down and took another look at the bedraggled redhead in the well. "Ah, no, actually I'm up here with a werewolf. Your werewolf, I presume? Right?"

"Oz?" The woman asked.

"Yep. Oz. This is incredible!" Mulder whipped out his Kodak. "It's just incredible. You're name isn't Timmy is it?"

Aggravated, the woman stated, "I've been down here a long time! Almost two days! Can't you get me out? Without laughing at me?"

"Oh sure." Mulder braced himself against the edge of the well and leaned down. She had to jump a few times but eventually he caught her wrists. Dragging her back out of the well, he listened carefully as Oz began to growl. "Whoa, easy buddy. She's okay, see?" Mulder dragged the woman onto the sidewalk.

Oz sniffed her a few times. He sneezed. Than his whole body shifted and shrank down until he was a naked guy with black hair and blazing orange tips. "Willow?"

"Oz, you brought help!" They embraced.

Mulder sniggered.
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"So, let me get this straight. You, Oz came like a million miles just to save Willow from a well?" Xander jammed a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Mulder cracked open two more beers. "Yup. I brought him all the way home. Well, he got to the U.S. all by himself."

Oz nodded.

The cheesy porn really wasn't interesting him. The lesbian scenes just upset him. Xander turned it up so they could hear the corny music. Oz rolled his eyes.

"So Oz came back all this way to help Willow. Cool. Good boy Oz!" Xander rubbed Oz's head. "You should get a biscuit!"

Mulder laughed and tossed a beer to Oz. "Don't let him get to you, Oz. But you wait till I tell Scully this one! Oh, is there anything really nasty I can take back and give to Agent Dodgett?"

"Spike?" Oz and Xander said together.

"Hey," Oz frowned. "Is that my TV?"

The End.