Face to face again. They stared each other. It felt something like a silent battle between good and evil. Oz stood to protect the one he loved, while Parker stood to hurt her. Exact opposites, looking through each other. Oz saw straight through this twisted man's mind. Parker pretended to see through Oz. Oz was too strong for that though.

Parker finally smiled. "Isn't this odd?" He cocked his head and crossed his arms, pulling on a fake security shield.

Oz stayed rigidly still while answering, "We may have two different ideas on how this particular situation is odd."

With that, Parker threw back his head and laughed, stretching the skin on his neck so that Oz could distinctly see particular (and potentially deadly) veins poking out, in which he felt so tempted to lunge forward and cut him right then. Parker's chin, again, rested upon the air right before his neck, ending Oz's fantasy.

"Well," Parker went on casually, "I find it odd because me and you have both had sex with Willow, and you seem to hate me." He continued to smile as Oz's once perfectly still figure seemed to twitch a bit in the darkness. Oz said nothing in reply.

Parker sighed and clapped his hands, "Well," he rubbed them together a bit, "I suppose you are rather angry. So, let's get on with the party shall we?" Oz let his arms fall to his sides, before balling his hands into quivering fists. Parker braced himself by pulling out his knife.

Parker took a step. "Let's party." With that, he lunged at Oz with the knife, although he neatly dodged thrust. Oz threw his fist at Parker, feeling a bit of a sting when it made contact with his jaw. Parker stumbled back for only a moment before again shooting his arm out, knife in hand. Oz had not been so neat this time. The knife sliced into his forearm. Not deep enough to make him fall to the ground, but enough to throw him back a bit. Parker took this chance, dropped the knife, and jumped towards Oz. Oz's legs collapsed beneath him and his face became a punching bad for Parker.

Utter defeat. It coursed along with the pain now in Oz's veins. He stopped wincing after the seventh blow to his face. He closed his eyes, slowly and silently apologizing to Willow for failing her.

"I'm going to ask you to go out with me tomorrow night. And I'm kind of nervous about it, actually. It's interesting."

"Oh." This had obviously surprised Willow. "Well, if it helps at all, I'm gonna say yes." Both their hearts pounded at her reply.

"Yeah," Oz began again, "it helps. It- it creates a comfort zone. Do you wanna go out with me tomorrow night? His eyes lit up.

Suddenly she smacked her forehead. "Oh! I can't!" Oz felt his heart stop, but refused to show it.

"Well, see, I like that you're unpredictable."

Another memory flashed in his mind

"Do you guys steal weapons from the Army a lot?"

"Well," Willow began, "we don't have cable so we have to make our own fun."

Another memory

"You mean…. you'd still…"

"Well," Willow began, reassuringly, "I like you. You're nice, and you're funny, and you don't smoke. Yeah, okay, werewolf, but that's not all the time. I mean, three days out of the month, I'm not much fun to be around either." She smiles a bit, and Oz joins her.

"You are quite the human." He said to her with as much sincerity in his voice as possible.

"So," her voice shook with the same nervousness that he'd fell in love with, "I'd still, if you'd still." She bit her lip.

Oz was delighted by this news. "I'd still. I'd very still!" His heart leapt as she grinned.

"Okay. No biting though." She smiled even wider. Oz kept his laughter to himself, but still smiled in return.

"Agreed." He watched her walk away. When she stopped and turned around, part of him became nervous. Had she changed her mind? What would he do if she decided that-

She stopped his thoughts by firmly, yet with little confidence, pressing her lips to his. This took him by surprised, though he did not protest. After a moment, Willow pulled away afraid that what little confidence she had would falter and make her look stupid. She walked off with a smile on her face and a shade of red on her cheeks, leaving Oz to stare in a daze at the wind.

He smirked and murmured to himself, "Huh. A werewolf in love."