Wanted: A Werewolf and a Superman by Frau Hunter Ash

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Summary: It's a full moon, Willow is a werewolf and there's an earthquake.

Buffy had her hands wrapped in Tara's hair and the witch pulled the Slayer close, her hands moving under Buffy's shirt, moaning at the feel of Buffy's skin. Buffy whimpered and moved a knee between Tara's legs and felt Tara's hips jerk in response.

"Uh, ehm," a voice broke into their passionate kiss. Buffy leaned over Tara on the sofa, foreheads touching.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Buffy muttered and climbed off the witch and collapsed onto the sofa next to Tara.

Giles maneuvered the wheelchair to the other side of the coffee table to face the young women.

"Agent Mulder says that Willow contacted him, begging him to stop searching for her," he told them.

"He wrote back assuring her that the Initiative wasn't looking for her and we wanted her home," Giles informed them.

"Well, I talked with Parker last night," Buffy added. "He says that Adam and his demons have taken over the caves the Initiative had set up. There was a major battle last night and the commandos lost."

"Well, that attempt on Xander and Anya set him back, I think," Buffy commented. "He was so not expecting Xander with a shotgun to his head."

"Yes, well I have the feeling that he's moved onto his second plan," Giles pondered.

"I'm not sure, we know he's gathering demons and vampires for some reason, I just can't figure it out. He's supposed to have been created to battle them, not team up with them."

"Wills," Buffy muttered and Giles waited impatiently until they shook their heads and blinked rapidly.

"It's so painful, Giles," Buffy said softly, her eyes filling with tears. "She reached out."

Willow bit into a towel Carson had placed next to her to keep the neighbors from complaining about the screams of pain. <Not that they would notice much in this neighborhood,> she managed to reflect before the next round of pain hit her, doubling her over.

The computer hacker screamed again and tore at her clothes, shedding the baggy trousers and ripping the t-shirt from her body as fur grew under the cloth and her bones began to break, stretch and reform.

"Buffy!" Willow screamed mentally as her jaw broke and began to elongate. "Tara!"

Willow fell into the darkness as the wolf came forward and howled at the chains on her wrists.

Carson sat on the sofa, trying to be unconcerned about the struggling werewolf in the middle of his living space. He had been right when he told Willow that werewolves and vampires didn't get along on some primal level.

Even now, knowing that the red-furred werewolf in front of him was his friend Willow, didn't help his primal feeling of hatred. Out of all her friends, he knew that he and Spike would be the worst ones to ever sit with her on nights of the full moon. It was almost guaranteed that the wolf wouldn't quiet down until changing back into human with a vampire anywhere nearby.

Carson also didn't see a choice in the matter until Willow went home to her friends and they could watch over her. There wasn't anyone in LA he trusted enough to watch over her.

Tara felt Buffy crawl into bed behind her and snuggle up against the witch. The Slayer was nice and warm, having just gotten out of a shower and Tara leaned back into Buffy. The Slayer wrapped a leg over Tara's and the blonde witch gasped as Buffy's arm moved under her sleeping shirt, Buffy's fingers dancing over her breasts as the other hand moved over Tara's hip and between her legs.

"I love you, Tara," Buffy said softly, her voice rough with need. Tara nodded and whimpered with her own need as Buffy ripped her underwear away and bit down on her neck from behind.

Buffy moved her hand between Tara's legs from behind and Tara grabbed the sheet under her as the Slayer began to work Tara's body into a frenzy of arousal. There were times when Buffy needed absolute control and could drive Tara into a quivering mass and have the young witch begging, almost in tears. Tara could tell this was going to be one of those times as Buffy's fingers danced between her sexual lips and at her entrance but denied Tara any kind of relief. Buffy's other hand was tormenting Tara's nipples and her teeth were bound to leave marks. The Slayer knew instinctively where every erotic spot was on Tara's neck and body.

Tara felt her body opening up, wanting more of Buffy inside of her and still Buffy held back, always taking Tara to a familiar edge and then pulling back until Tara thought she was going to scream out of need. And finally did.

"Okay, baby," Buffy whispered and pulled Tara over onto her back and went between the other blonde's legs, never letting her fingers totally leave Tara's body, keeping up the teasing. Buffy thrust deeply into Tara and ran her tongue over Tara's nub at the same time and used her strength to keep Tara on the bed as the young woman jerked in reaction, hips beginning to thrust against the Slayer's fingers.

"Buffy!" Tara begged and whimpered as everything crashed into red and her body was no longer under her control, shaking and thrashing about the bed as another scream was torn from her.

Tara didn't know how much time had passed but it was long enough for Buffy to crawl back up the bed and take her in the Slayer's arms. Tara felt herself being held by Buffy and gently rocked as Buffy softly stroked her hair off her face.

A few hours later both jerked and whimpered in their sleep as the moon went down and Willow changed once more into human.

Willow mumbled something as Carson picked her up and put her in the bed, still totally naked from the metamorphous from wolf to human. He crawled in beside her to sleep a good part of the day away.

The hacker woke up several hours later feeling very hungry and frisky. Knowing there wasn't much for food in the apartment and there wasn't anything to do about being frisky, Willow decided to grab something to eat. Then pick up some work from the warehouse and make it back well before dark.

Food consisted of a rare hamburger, fries and a milkshake at locally owned fast food place that wasn't too bad. The hacker was at the warehouse in plenty of time to grab the program she wanted to finish before leaving Los Angeles in two days.

Willow felt good about the decision and couldn't wait to see Buffy and Tara, even though she wasn't sure how they would react to her, knowing the werewolf she was had killed someone.

The witch moved her Vespa into the warehouse and shut the door behind her. She walked to the office and opened the door, her mind occupied on how she was going to approach the Scooby gang. It took Willow a moment to realize that the door hadn't been locked.

Willow started to turn when her eyesight was filled with stars and blackness as something crashed into her head. The hacker felt hands grabbing her up off the floor and someone holding her up as her vision wouldn't focus.

"Hello, Willow," a voice growled in her ear. "There's a bounty for you among the demons in Sunnydale. Adam knows the Slayer would do anything for you."

"Hey, you hit her too hard!" a second voice protested. "Adam will kill us slowly if she's dead!"

"I didn't!" the voice behind her shouted and dropped her. Willow fell heavily to the floor on her hands.

"Get her up, damnit!" the second voice ordered and hands grabbed her again and turned her over.

The vampire stared at the stake in his chest for a moment with a stupid expression on his face before he turned to dust. Willow's eyes were total black orbs as she concentrated and, with the power of her mind, sent the same stake into the chest of the vampire hovering over her.

Willow sat up slowly, her eyes changing back to green as she looked around the warehouse office, making sure there weren't any more vampires or demons after her.

"Damn!" she swore and tried to calm her shaking hands. She attempted to stand up and couldn't understand why her eyes wouldn't focus and she couldn't seem to balance on her legs.

Willow crashed back to the floor as sticky blood fell down the side of her face from her skull.

"Yes, Agent Mulder," Giles answered as Joyce curled up in his arms on the sofa. She sat up with an interested expression at the mention of the FBI agent's name.

"Not as well as they had hoped for, I'm afraid," Giles admitted. "I might be stuck in this wheelchair."

"Giles," Mulder hesitated and Giles knew that the other man didn't know what to say to news like that. 'Who did?' Giles shrugged mentally.

"No, but I do have some news about your Adam, though," Mulder answered. "Someone has been ordering equipment and chemicals and forging Professor Walsh's name to the orders. They're the same things that she needed to assemble Adam."

"Thank, Agent Mulder," Giles said absently. "Any information can only help at this point. We still don't know why he's gathering demons and vampires, his primary programs are to kill them."

"No, his primary programming was never set," Mulder informed the Watcher. "Walsh never set his programming for any specific task. He's like a child discovering what his path in life is. He's making his own."

"And like a child with power, he wants control," Giles said thoughtfully. "And playmates."

"Very likely," Mulder agreed. "This case defies all common profiling logic but I would guess that he'll want to prove his superiority and strength by doing something really big and he needs the demons and vampires to do that."

"Since he hasn't gone the path of a serial killer, Hitler would be my next guess," Mulder concurred. "He'll want Sunnydale for himself to create more like him, and then he won't need the demons and vampires."

"Yes, that's why Buffy is a threat," Mulder commented. "We eliminated the threat of the Initiative controlling him; he ensured his freedom from the beginning by killing Professor Walsh. Only made sense to try and kill Buffy. Next is the town."

"Thank you, Agent Mulder, this helps immensely," Giles said as Fox Mulder said goodbye.

"We just have to figure out how he plans on doing it and when," Giles muttered as Joyce went to grab the telephone.

Angel and Cordelia looked up in surprise when the office door slammed open and a figure fell through the doorway. Both of them registered the small figure and red hair at the same time.

"Willow!" Angel yelled as he bounded over his desk and through his office door to the main door and turned the witch over in his arms. He quickly looked up at Cordelia rushing to his side.

"Get the first aid kit," he snapped, taking in the amount of blood on her face and the cut along her scalp.

"No…lock me…up, please," she whispered, trying to keep her eyes open as Cordelia came back into the main office with the kit.

"You're safe, I promise, no one will get to you here," Angel said softly as Cordelia opened the kit and ripped open a gauze pad and handed it to Angel.

"Oh hell!" Angel growled and lifted the redhead into his arms. "Willow!" he shouted and growled when she opened her eyes and they were wolf yellow.

"Cordelia, Wesley!" he shouted behind him. "Wesley, get a sedative! Cordelia, grab the shackles, my place, downstairs!"

Angel nearly flew down the stairs as fast as he could as he felt the body over his shoulder beginning to twitch and spasm. The vampire kicked open his door, shattering the lock and doorjam but not caring. He threw Willow onto the bed and quickly rolled her up in the blanket as her fur became thick and long. Willow screamed with the pain of the transformation.

Angel wrapped his arms around Willow from behind, containing the changing young woman.

"Tara!" Willow screamed and struggled against the blanket and the vampire. "Buffy!"

Cordelia and Wesley rushed into the vampire's basement apartment and stood stunned as they watched Willow's face change from the young hacker into a wolf head.

"Sedate her! I can't hold her for long!" Angel shouted and Wesley moved forward, avoiding the snapping jaws of the enraged werewolf to bury the needle into the werewolf's neck.

After a moment the struggles became weaker and Angel loosened his grip as the werewolf's head dropped forward.

"How much did you give her?" he asked as he stood up and contemplated their surprise visitor.

"Not much, I'm afraid," Wesley said. "I didn't have time to measure properly so I went with very little as opposed to too much. I doubt she'll be out more than an hour."

"Willow?" Cordelia said softly, staring at the creature with a semi-human body and a wolf's head wrapped in one of Angel's blankets. She looked down at the shackles in her hands and dropped them as if they had suddenly become very hot.

"Help me get her secure and let's make some phone calls," he suggested and she nodded, regaining her composure. "Someone owes us some answers."

Together, the three of them unrolled the werewolf and pulled off her jacket and boots. The transformation hadn't shredded her oversized t-shirt nor the baggy trousers and so they left those on.

Wesley quickly searched through the jacket and trousers and found a wallet and address book.

"False identification, says she's Robin Loxley," Wesley commented as Angel carried the werewolf over to a post and Cordelia wound the shackles around it. "That's bloody cute."

"Probably false, I think it's in the middle of the Los Angeles River," Wesley muttered. "There is a phone number here with the number 911 next to it."

"We'll try that," Angel commented. "Cordelia, I want you and Wesley to stay as far back away from her as possible until morning. Last thing I want is either of you infected. Bad enough she is."

"Why didn't Buffy tell us!" Cordelia demanded. "They ask us to look for her and don't tell us why? She's our friend too!"

"I know," Angel growled. "I'm going to find that out," he said as he pulled his cell phone out and began punching in numbers.

"I'm afraid Robin isn't here right now and she's not at work," the male voice said.

"I know, she's with me and some friends, she's been in an accident and is slightly hurt," Angel said.

"What? Where are you? What's the address? I need to see her tonight!" the male voice became very agitated.

"Last night, yeah, she had last night off," the voice answered, equally as cautious.

"Verdamnit! Stop dancing!" the other male shouted. "You know about her and full moons, don't you?"

Angel gave him the address. "The chains are thick enough to hold a werewolf or vampire."

"Who was that?" Cordelia asked as they sat on Angel's bed, watching the unconscious werewolf twitch in her sleep.

"Whoever Willow has been staying with, I think," Angel answered. "He knows Willow's a werewolf and was with her last night."

"It is," Giles responded. "I, well, you see, Joyce and I are engaged. This is Angel, isn't it?"

"Angel? Is it Willow?" Buffy's breathless voice demanded a few moments later and Angel could hear noises in the background of other people demanding to know what was happening.

"What? That she grew fur, fangs and a tail about twenty minutes ago?" Angel demanded. "Why the hell didn't you tell us?"

"Well, we didn't want to worry you more than we had to," Giles tried to explain.

"That was really unfair of all of you," Angel complained. "Willow is our friend too."

"Well, you can explain when you get here," Angel snapped. "Whoever she's living with said that she was going home after the moon cycle and for me to call you all. I suggest that you get here before she wakes up as a human again. She was hurt with a head wound and will need you here."

"How the hell do I know?" Angel snapped. "She fell into my office all bloody with a head wound and barely told me to chain her up somewhere before she started changing."

"I'm afraid the wheelchair takes up too much room in the car and Tara and Buffy should be the ones there when Willow wakes up," Giles explained.

Carson entered the detective agency office slowly, his hands in plain sight. He spotted Wesley looking around the corner of a door and Angel behind another door, both with crossbows.

"I'm a friend of Willow's," he said slowly. "She goes by the street name of Robin. I'm the one you called."

Angel lowered his crossbow and stepped out into the office and looked closely at the shorter man.

"Father Karnstein?" Angel asked softly, his face one of surprise as Wesley stepped out from the doorway, still cautious.

The vampire with a soul hesitated and then shook Carson's hand firmly and broke into a smile.

"She's downstairs in my place, chained and sedated," Angel reassured the other vampire.

"She left a note she was only going to be gone for an hour or so, I went crazy when she didn't come back," Carson explained. "I went to her work and found her scooter and blood but no sign of her. I went home and went berserk."

"Her family and friends have been going crazy looking for her, you know that," Angel growled.

"Willow is an adult, a grown woman, and made her own decisions," Carson countered. "I didn't talk her into anything, it was her decision to leave Sunnydale and I asked to come along so I could keep an eye on her."

Angel walked past the vampire and led the way down the stairs and pulled his broken door to one side.

"You're invited," Angel said simply and Carson walked into the vampire's apartment and quickly crossed the room, staying just out of reach of the enraged and very awake werewolf. Angel glanced over and found a very worried Cordelia sitting on his bed with a tranquilizer gun in her hand.

"Did you call Buffy and Tara?" Carson asked, backing up and sitting down in a chair at a kitchen table.

"Yes, they'll be here in a few hours," Angel answered. "Why did Willow leave Sunnydale?"

"If Buffy and Tara haven't told you, then it's not my place," Carson responded with a frown.

"We've been friends with Willow for years!" Cordelia protested. "Buffy calls and asks us to look for her and she only tells us that Willow is hiding and won't tell us why! I think that was extremely unfair!"

"I agree, what if I hadn't been here tonight and couldn't have held her as she changed? Wesley and Cordelia couldn't have reacted fast enough before one or both of them got hurt when Willow changed."

"Don't look at me, meine freund!" Carson snapped. "I didn't keep the damned secret from you! Willow planned to be back at our place where I would chain her up and watch her, keeping her and everyone else safe, just like last night. I don't know what happened. I do know your office is closer to the warehouse than our place."

"She probably ran out of time after waking up from whoever jumped her," Angel reasoned.

"Well, I suggest that you get out the cards, old friend," Carson smirked. "We have several hours before your answers get here."

Buffy was glad that Giles insisted on her mother accompanying her and Tara to Los Angeles, both college students were too nervous to pay attention to driving and probably would have crashed before getting there.

Xander and Anya had arrived at the Summers home to watch over Giles and found Buffy and Tara both anxious to be gone. They barely had time to hug the girls before Tara and Buffy had shoved Joyce into the car and were off, heading for Los Angeles and Willow.

Once in Los Angeles they made good time considering it was 4 a.m. in the morning and found themselves pulling in Angel's parking garage with little conversation.

Buffy was out of the car and heading for the stairway with Tara right behind her before the car had totally stopped and Joyce yelling at them to wait for her.

Realizing dark parking garages in the middle of the night weren't the safest places on Earth, even if you took away the supernatural threat, Buffy slowed down and let her mom catch up with them.

"Its okay, I'm worried too," Joyce responded. "I'm just not 20 years old anymore."

Buffy knocked cautiously on the broken door and took a deep breath as Angel pulled the door aside.

The former lovers and enemies looked at each other for a long moment and Angel moved aside to let the Slayer, Tara and Joyce enter his apartment.

Both Buffy and Tara rushed over just as Carson had done earlier, keeping out of reach of the werewolf but wanting to get as close as possible.

"She doesn't know any of us, she's totally wolf right now," Angel explained. "Come on and sit down. It'll be awhile before she changes again."

Cordelia quickly hugged Buffy and moved to the kitchen area of the space and began making more coffee. Buffy sat down across from Carson, her sharp eyes taking in every detail about him.

"Okay, who goes first with the explanations?" Angel demanded as he and Wesley pulled up chairs to join the other vampire and women sitting around Angel's table.

"You first, Angel, how did she get her tonight?" Joyce asked and Angel repeated the short story of Willow's appearance in the office and her change into the werewolf.

"Oh damn!" Buffy exclaimed. "Cordelia, Wesley, Angel, this is Tara. She's….Willow's girlfriend and…"

"Girlfriend?" Cordelia asked with raised eyebrows. "Like girlfriend as in Ellen or girlfriend as in….whatever?"

"Cordelia, some things never change, do they?" Buffy demanded. "Tactfully, not?"

"Wow. I leave Sunnydale and everything gets turned upside down," Cordelia muttered. "Next, you'll tell me that Buffy doesn't date guys either."

"It was my crypt you invaded that day," Carson admitted finally. "Willow heard you mention the Initiative was still in town and freaked. She made up her mind to leave Sunnydale and I came with her."

"Unless they're doing that chip in the head or the redeeming soul thing, right?' Carson snapped back. "Sorry to disappoint you, I'm a nice guy and I'm a vampire."

"Buffy," Angel interjected. "Carson hasn't killed a human being in over three hundred years, that I know of."

"Oh, I've killed but usually with a sword or pistol and only when someone was trying to kill me," Carson amended.

"He quickly overcame the demon inside the vampire, Buffy," Angel explained. "It sometimes happens if the human was extraordinary."

"And he was?" Tara asked, her voice reflecting her surprise as she looked at the goth in front of her.

"That was a long time ago," he commented. "I came with Willow because I knew she was in emotional and psychological trouble and needed someone to trust."

"It was her decision, whether I thought she was wrong or not. I understood her confusion after waking up covered in blood and feeling like a totally different creature," Carson explained.

"So something happened and she was hurt and made her way here before she changed," Joyce commented.

"Yes, I promise that we had everything set up so she would be safe on full moons," Carson said.

"Okay, your turn, Buffy," Angel snapped. "What the hell is going on and why didn't you tell us Willow is now a werewolf?"

Buffy, Tara and Joyce took turns telling the long story of Oz returning to Sunnydale and wanting to infect Willow with lycanthropy and claim her as his mate as well as the consequences of everything that happened next.

Cordelia sat next to Angel in his easy chair as Buffy and Joyce explained about the Initiative. Joyce told the small group about the tortures that Willow had been through in the few days she had been held captive by the government group.

It was 5:30 when the three were done telling the group everything, including the recent developments with Adam. Everything except about the changes in Buffy's relationship with Willow and Tara. Joyce figured that was their concern and didn't mention anything.

"God," Cordelia exclaimed. "I always thought Oz was a spaz with his hair changing color every other week but I didn't think he was a bad guy!"

"You intentionally took the werewolf bite to protect Willow?" Angel asked, his voice curiously flat and emotionless.

"That's why my enemies seem to go after her first," Buffy snapped, her blue eyes reminding him of Angelus' attack on the redhead. Buffy saw his jaw muscles tighten in anger at being reminded of Angelus and the harm he had caused.

Tara had wearily laid her head down on her arms on the table and Carson was leaning back in his chair against the wall, lightly dozing by the end of the tales.

Buffy and Tara's heads both snapped up at the same time and Angel, Cordelia and Wesley all jumped in reaction as the two women turned to look at the werewolf.

The werewolf, having calmed down somewhat, stood up, pulling at the chains and let loose with a howl of pain as it doubled over. Carson fell out of the chair in surprise with a muttered curse that would have made Father Karnstein blush.

Tara closed her eyes and Joyce turned away as the horrible transformation began. Angel reached his hand up and gently turned Cordelia's face away and Buffy's eyes narrowed.

The Slayer went to Angel's bed and grabbed up the blanket he had wrapped earlier around the transforming werewolf and stood up, holding the blanket up between the small group and the werewolf.

After a few moments Buffy glanced around the blanket and sighed with relief. Tara rushed over to join her as the Slayer wrapped the blanket around the semi-conscious Willow, now human once more.

Angel walked over and bent down as Willow closed her eyes. He unlocked the shackles and checked the hackers' wrists and head.

Buffy nodded and lifted the redhead into her arms and gently placed Willow in Angel's bed, lying down beside her for a moment, not caring that anyone was watching. Tara crawled on the bed behind Willow and wrapped her arm over the hacker.

"Let her sleep for an hour before you leave," Angel suggested. "You can get her home before dark. I assume you have someplace safe for her?"

"Well, mates!" Carson said easily. "I'm not getting back to my place in this daylight; can I crash on your sofa?"

"We're taking her home," Buffy informed Carson, her voice firm and inviting a challenge.

"Good, I didn't want her to leave in the first place," Carson said, surprising the Slayer. "Look, Buffy, she was going to go back to Sunnydale after tonight. We shared an apartment and we shared the same bed but I didn't share her body or her blood. Okay?"

Buffy clenched her fists at the thought of Willow in the same bed with the cute vampire but she believed him when he said nothing had happened.

"Well, I think the three of us need to talk," Wesley suggested to Cordelia and Angel.

It was ten minutes before Angel, Cordelia and Wesley returned to the vampire's apartment.

"We've talked and decided that this Adam thing is a bit too dangerous and that it could probably spread if we don't stop him," Wesley announced.

"Yeah, we're going back to Sunnydale with you," Angel announced. "Adam needs to be totally destroyed and so does Professor Walsh's notes so that the government can't make another one of him."

Buffy wasn't surprised when Angel walked up behind her on the stairwell. The Slayer had gone outside the apartment for some fresh air while Willow, Tara, Joyce and Carson slept a couple of hours. Buffy was expecting the vampire, knowing they both had questions.

"That's why I'm out here, taking in the sights of metal stairs and concrete walls," Buffy quipped.

"Is that any of your business?" Buffy countered. "What's up with you and Cordy?"

"She screamed both your names when she changed," Angel commented. "And you both knew when she was changing back to human, at the same time."

"Angel," Buffy began slowly. "Tara, Willow and I discovered at the same time that we all have feelings for each other. All three of us are lovers and we are connected in ways I never thought possible. A magickal connection between the three of us, we can sense what the others are feeling and sometimes even communicate by thinking."

"Yes, Giles says it's rare between two partners, let alone three," Buffy nodded. "Giles says that it would have happened between Willow and Tara because they're witches and very in tuned with each other. The intense connection so soon between three of us surprised him."

"Angel, too many people have figured out how important Willow and Tara are in my life. How many times has someone attacked Willow to hurt me?"

"No, that wasn't you," Buffy argued. "I'm not saying I consider you a threat. We took on a government agency and wounded them, maybe even crippled them. We couldn't trust the phone lines with that kind of information about Willow or myself."

"Well, our friends in the FBI can make you pretty paranoid after a few days with them," Buffy grinned. "What's up with you and Cordy?"

"Nothing much to tell," he shrugged. "I like her; I could even fall in love with her. She's grown and changed a bit since being in Los Angeles and gaining the gift of psychic sight."

"Who said I was happy?" he smirked. "We don't take the relationship anywhere, ensuring that I stay miserable missing you, denying my feelings for her and never finding love anywhere. Guess that means I get to keep my soul."

"I always knew Willow loved you and I figured it was only a matter of time before you finally realized you were in love with her," Angel commented as he stood up. "Never thought a third party would get invited."

"Tara's amazing, Angel," Buffy said softly, feeling her face blushing. "She balances us, like the bottom of the triangle, stabilizing."

"Then I'm glad for you," he said calmly. "Let's get all of you home, Willow has a lot of healing to do."

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