A Star's Second Chance
By: AstronSoul
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Buffy characters, wish I did tho.
Summary: No demons, no evil other than day to day stuff. A certain Blond actress is having a hard time in life, after a 4 year relationship fails, will she give love another chance. A sign language translator, and software creator, Willow isn't looking for love, coming out almost 8 years ago, she was still nervous, would someone love her, and support her career choices?
Chapter 1:
A frustrated blonde sat at her desk, slamming her pen down after reading a contract for a TV series. The show, becoming known as the new version of horror wanted Tara MaClay for the leading role.
However after a small incident where the actress very publically broke up with her girlfriend of four years, the contract lowered the salary per episode. Picking up the phone that sat to the left side she dialed the only person that could help.
"Hey Faith? Yeah it's me, get your butt over here, I need help." She nodded then hung up the receiver.
Gazing at the contract, wondering why a relationship being over would cause such a loss of her temples she sees a name in the contract she hadn't seen before, eyes widening as she read out loud, "Jefferson" She blinked reading it again, 'No this can't be happening!' her mind racing at high speed.
Not noticing Faith enter her office, feeling a hand on her shoulder she jumped. "Fuck Faith!" Her eyes showed worry, anger and fear. "Easy T, what's wrong, what's going on?" The brunette rested her hands on the blonde's shoulders trying to calm her best friend down, "T, calm down. Whatever it is we can deal with it." Faith smirked, being her best friends agent was the best; even if it got it in the way of their friendship at times.
Tara nods sitting down, handing the contract to Faith, "They hacked the salary my one third, and you won't believe who is the director…" Trailing off she took a sip of the water sitting on her desk.
Faith scanned over the contract, turning pale as she read the name. "Your ex is the director? What the hell?" She hadn't expected that, the studio had said no one close to Tara would work on the set; which were many exes.
The actress nods, "I know this is a huge series, but I do not want to work with Clarrise, I won't I can't. Not after what she tried to do." The blonde was at a loss of what to do, this could cement her in the TV genre, never once thinking she would have to work with her very current and obsessive ex.
Faith shakes her head, "Tara, this is what you need to really cement your career, you are doing great in movies. Hell Steven Spielberg wants you for his next big flick in the female role. You need this." She thinks for a moment as she watches the blonde chew on a steel pen. "What if we got you a personal assistant to always be there with you?"
The woman behind the desk thought for a moment, "Know what yes, get me an assistant and I'll sign this contract." She clicked her pen open as Faith handed her the contract, dialing out Faith was on the phone for an assistant in seconds. Tara jotted her signature on the line and then set down her pen. She was relieved but also very scared.
Students walked across campus, papers rustling, idle conversations filled the square as a redhead darted across the lawn then began running. She was late, very very late and the professor was going to be mad; finally making it to the class she walked in calmly.
"Glad you could join us Professor Rosenberg." Professor Walsh stated, walking up to the desk Willow set her briefcase down, leering at the other professor. "Yes, well your assistant didn't tell me you needed a translator until five minutes ago. Perhaps better advance notice next time Professor Walsh would be more suitable."
She smirked to herself as Maggie Walsh's jaw dropped, she wasn't known for speaking her mind but Willow was not going to be disrespected. "Yes well the students are all in the front row, if you would please stand to the side where they all can see, I will begin?" Willow nodded, moving to where the deaf students could see her clearly while still being able to see what the other professor was doing.
As professor Walsh began, so did Willow's hands, she loved being able to help those that couldn't do certain things, like hear or even talk. She was a well-known software creator, making millions with her programs. However that wasn't her passion, she was doing her passion right now. Signing and helping others speak was what she really wanted to do.
As the class started to draw to a close a few students walked up after the lecture to speak to Willow, some signing; others talking. All thanking her for helping, making sure they got things right throughout the lecture in their notes. A few even hit on her, waving a hand she politely refused; then grabbing her briefcase she walked out of the classroom into the sun. 'Will I ever find that one woman for me?' she thought as she walked back to her office.
As she entered her office her phone rang, "Professor Rosenberg" The voice on the other end made her smile, "Hey Faith, what's up? Yeah it has been too long." She listened a bit more than her eyes lit up, "Wiat a second an assistant job that pays that much? You do know I don't have to work at all right?" She chuckles hearing Faith's jealous tone come through, "Ok, but what's it got to do with me? Ohhhh, so there will be deaf actors on set and mute. Yeah I would love the job. Alright starts in June ok I will be there in May. Oh and faith, we better hang after I get out there. Hehe ok bye."
She hung up and grinned, a new job, a new future; now to resign from the school. She opened her laptop and began typing.