New Order

A/N: A fast update, as requested by LadyVirgo1956, my faithful reviewer and LJ friend. Thanks honey for all your support. Hope you like this one.





Oz drove across the country as quickly as he could. Xander was fading fast and hadn’t regained consciousness since they left Tennessee. It took several days to get to L.A. Oz only stopped to get gas and some caffeine for himself.



He arrived at night and headed for the rougher areas. It didn’t take long before he cornered a vampire and asked where Angel could be found. Oz was surprised to learn that Angel was still at the Hyperion. He heard that the vampire left the hotel and was working for a law firm before some big battle there.



But as he pulled in front of the hotel, Oz could sense that vampires were inside. He hesitated to bring his weakened friend when he didn’t know the situation inside, but Xander was running out of time. If his friend wanted to get to Angel, then Oz would make sure it happened.



He carefully lifted Xander from the back of the van, struck again by how thin and weak he had become. He started for the door to the hotel and growled at the vampire guard who stood there.



“Get Angel.” It was said deeply and Oz could feel his werewolf starting to emerge. It was defending Xander as pack and Oz let the feelings flow. If this didn’t go over so well, he would rather be in wolf form to defend himself and Xander.



He didn’t hear anything from inside and grew tired of waiting. It wasn’t good for Xander to be outside, exposed, like this. He stepped into the lobby and came face to face with Angel and Spike.



Oz knew the moment they realized who he was carrying. They both went crazy and started quickly towards him. Oz growled, and let his fangs show. They weren’t getting near Xander until he knew what the hell was going on.



Angel and Spike both switched faces. They were prepared to fight the wolf to get Xander back. Things would have gotten worse if Xander’s breath hadn’t chosen that moment to hitch, then slow.



He was dying. Angel and Spike moved forward again and this time Oz didn’t stop them. Angel took Xander and placed him on a sofa in the lobby before tearing into his wrist with his own teeth. He pressed the bloody limb to Xander’s mouth and rubbed his throat to force him to swallow.



Spike added his own bloody wrist and the vampires continued to feed Xander their blood. They listened to his breathing, both relieved to hear it picking back up again on its own. Their blood was working to heal him and their claim was reestablished.



Oz was trying not to freak out when he saw Angel and Spike feeding Xander blood. But he could hear his friends breathing evening out as well and knew that whatever the reason, the blood was working.

After a few minutes, Xander was more stable and Angel picked him up again and started up the stairs. Spike followed and Oz did as well. He wasn’t going to leave Xander with them until he knew what was going on.



He followed Angel and Spike into a bedroom upstairs and watched as Xander was placed gently on the center of the bed. Angel and Spike crawled in beside him and Oz watched in shock as they snuggled up to either side of him, like they were used to this kind of thing.



Angel eventually realized that Oz was standing there watching and raised his head. Oz was surprised to see tears in his eyes when he spoke. “Thanks for bringing him back to us.”



Oz realized that he wasn’t going to get any information out of them for now. He watched them for another minute before moving to the chaise he spotted in the corner. He stretched himself out and fell almost immediately to sleep.



He woke several hours later when he smelled blood in the air. He looked over at the bed to see Angel and Spike giving Xander more of their blood. He still appeared to be unconscious and wasn’t responding to their efforts.



They didn’t stop though and gently rubbed his throat and forced him to swallow. After a few minutes they stopped again and settled back down. It was time for some answers though.



Oz moved over to the side of the bed and climbed up onto the end of the bed by Angel’s feet. He settled himself in and leaned against the post and waited to be acknowledged. It didn’t take Angel long.



“Oz, it’s a really long story. Spike and I claimed Xander three months ago. He left though, trying to protect us. We’ve been looking for him.” Angel let his words trail off before speaking again. “We’ll tell you more later. For now, just know that we will keep him safe.”



Oz didn’t doubt the words. He could see just how affected Angel and Spike were by Xander’s weakened condition. He hoped they would be able to save him.



Xander was unconscious for two days. Neither the vampires or Oz moved from the room in that time. Minions brought blood for Angel and Spike and food for Oz. Angel and Spike continued to hold Xander and Oz kept his place at the end of the bed.



Oz woke up curled around Angel’s legs when he heard murmured voices. He lifted his head and could see Xander moving, trying to wake up. Angel and Spike were whispering encouraging words to him, telling him to wake up and that they needed him. Oz was amazed at the devotion of the vampires.



Xander eventually opened his eyes and looked up into Angel’s face. He didn’t remember how he got here. It probably wasn’t real. He weakly lifted his arm and pressed his hand to Angel’s face. Angel nuzzled into his hand and kissed his palm.



“You’re okay, Xan. You’re back at the Hyperion with Spike and I. Oz is here too. He found you and brought you to us. Everything is going to be okay.” Angel continued to whisper the words to Xander as he drifted back to sleep. His hand fell away and the three remaining awake looked at each other in relief.



Oz climbed off the bed and stretched before heading to the bathroom. He needed a long hot shower and then he would return to his vigil at Xander’s side. When he was clean, he returned to the room wrapped in a towel and watched Angel and Spike at their spots beside Xander.



He hated to interrupt but he really didn’t want to put his dirty clothes back on. He hadn’t changed since he found Xander and the funk from his clothes was pretty bad. “Um, Angel. Do you think one of your guys could get some stuff out of the van for me?” Angel looked up and was surprised to see Oz wrapped in one of his towels.



“Sure. Hold on a minute.” Angel moved stiffly from the bed. He hadn’t moved in the two days it had taken for Xander to regain consciousness and his muscles were protesting. He crossed to the door and was surprised to find several minions and all three Kor’Chuk demons waiting outside.



After sending a minion to the van for Oz’s belongings, he let them know that Xander was going to be okay. He watched the relief on all of their faces, the demons in particular. They were obviously worried about Xander and Angel was pleased that they were dedicated to his well being.



When the vampire returned carrying a couple of bags, Angel took them into the bedroom, pushing the door shut behind him. He handed the bags to Oz and watched as he dropped the towel unselfconsciously and started digging through one of the bags.



Angel forced his eyes away from Oz’s lithe form and turned to find Spike smirking at him from the bed. His weakness for thin, muscular bodies wasn’t a big secret, especially to the blonde vampire who was the biggest example of his desire for the type.