TITLE: Head Over Feet
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
RATING: FRT
CLASSIFICATION: Oz/Amy. Re-writing of "Lovers Walk": the double breakups were amicable, and Xander and Willow stayed together.
SPOILERS: None.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. I'm just holding Spike, Xander and Oz hostage. You may see them by appointment only. The song is "Head Over feet" and is performed by Alanis Morisette.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not.

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Oz and Amy walked out of the Bronze, still holding hands. It was a simple gesture, but it meant so much to them. The fact that they were able to do it at all was surprising.

The vamp attack had also been surprising. They were both able to dust the vamps quickly, but Amy got a deep cut on her left arm.

"Hey, I can clean that up for you at the van," Oz said in his quiet voice, taking his flannel of to press against the wound. She nodded, and they headed the few steps towards his van. Turning on the ignition, he opened the back up and gently ushered her in. The radio turned on, and a new song was just starting.

Oz gathered up some things from a small first aid kit under the driver's seat. "Hey, let me look at that," he said, removing the bloodied flannel from the wound, which ran from the shoulder down her arm to her elbow.

"They got me well, didn't they?" Amy said, wincing as he used the flannel to clean the wound just a little.

"They hurt you, but not too badly."

He dabbed some hydrogen peroxide on the wound, blowing softly on it when done. Then he put the bandages on it. It was only then, when he leaned down to get a closer look as to where to place the bandages, that she saw his neck had been cut.

"Oz, you're hurt, too."

"I know. I wanted to make sure you were okay, first."

"Well, let me clean that up...it looks like it's still bleeding. And, you might have to take off your shirt. It's a vertical cut...I don't know how far down it is."

Oz nodded slowly, taking off the cut up shirt. There were bruises on his back, as well as various cuts and scrapes. "Why do I have the feeling you'll be using the entire bottle of hydrogen peroxide?"

"Because I probably will," she said, starting to clean the cuts.

"It stings, doesn't it?" she asked as her tensed up.

"Yeah, a little."

I can do this with one hand," she said, moving her left hand towards his and grasping it. "Squeeze my hand if it hurts a lot."

She never felt a squeeze, and gently blew on the cut as she finished. "I didn't hurt you?"

"Not at all," he said quietly, tilting his head and kissing the nape of her neck softly. She shut her eyes for a moment before realizing...

"What time is it?" she asked in a panicked voice. Oz sighed slightly and looked at his watch.

"Time to take you home. I know what your dad will do if you're late..."

Amy sighed and sat where she was for a moment before straightening up and crawling into the passenger seat. "I really hate this curfew."

Oz nodded, then reached over and squeezed her hand. "We'll get around it if we have to."

"If we have to?" Amy asked quietly.

Reaching over to her face, he cupped her cheek and tilted her face towards his. "We'll get around it because I want us too. And I know you do too."

She smiled, then leaned over and kissed him softly. "Yeah, I do. Let's get me home so we can have another date in four days."

Oz smiled and, reluctantly letting go of her hand, turned on the car and drove her home.