AN: So, I am rewriting every single episode of Buffy, with one slight change – Jenny Calendar (killed off in Passion, season 2 episode 17) will be in every single one. Don't like it, don't read it. That simple.
In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.
In the night, Sunnydale High School stands. In the Science classroom, there are rows of desks and a counter. On the counter there are various items such as a skeleton, some vertebrae, jars of unknown objects in formaldehyde, a skull, and a microscope.
A fist punched through a windowpane and reached in to undo the clasp. It's a boy and a girl, sneaking into the school.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked the girl.
"It's a great idea, now come on," replies the boy.
The two crawl in, exit the classroom, and walk down the hall.
"Do you go to school here?" The girl asked another question.
"I used to," the boy replied. "On top of the gym it's so cool. You can see the whole town." He continued walking down the hall, but the girl stopped him close to the intersection.
"I-I-I-I don't wanna go up there."
"Aw, you can't wait, huh?" the boy teased.
"We're just gonna get in trouble," the girl tried reasoning with him.
"Yeah, you can count on it." It didn't appear to be a big issue with him.
The two nearly kiss, when suddenly the girl is startled. She drew in a quick breath and turned her head to look down the hall. "What was that?"
"What was what?" Whatever the girl had heard, or thought she had, the boy hadn't.
"I heard a noise."
"It's nothing!" The boy obviously didn't like the interruption.
"Uh-uh, maybe it's something." The girl appeared to be even more scared.
"Or maybe it's some thing," the boy teased. He sure liked teasing.
"That's not funny!" the girl snapped.
The boy looked down the other hall. "Hellooooo!" He called out, as if anyone or anything that would be lurking there would respond. "There's nobody here," he assured her.
"Are you sure?" the girl asks. She looks away. Once she's sure he can't see, her face morphs into that belonging to a vampire.
"Yes, I'm sure." The boy was unknowing of his fate, still believing he's taking his girl out for a little harmless excitement.
"Okay." She turned back to face him, her vampire face clearly visible now. She growled and hastily bit him. The boy grunts in pain as the two sink to the floor.
In Buffy's room, in the morning, the young girl laid in bed, having a fit of nightmares. The nightmares contained visions of the Master's lair, the cemetery, the Master, vampires, other demons, and various events and artifacts. She woke with a start.
"Buffy?" Her mother called to her from another room.
"I'm up, Mom!" Buffy called back while sitting up.
"Don't wanna be late for your first day!" She was referring to Buffy's first day at a new high school.
"No…Wouldn't want that," Buffy murmured. She was talking to herself. She obviously wasn't too thrilled about the new school idea. But what could she do?
Buffy's mother pulled up in her Jeep at Sunnydale High, ready to drop her daughter off. "Okay!" Buffy got out of the car. "Have a good time. I know you're gonna make friends right away, just think positive." She gave Buffy a thumbs up – just doing her motherly job.
Buffy looked through the open car door and gave her mother a quick nod. She turned to go and closed the door behind her.
"And honey?"
Buffy looked back at her mother again.
"Try not to get kicked out?"
Like that was a boost to her confidence. Still, she replied, "I promise."
"Okay."
Buffy faced the school and took a deep breath while her mother drove off.
Xander bobbed and weaved through the crowded school grounds on his skateboard. "'Scuse me, comin' through, pardon me, 'scuse me, whoa! 'Scuse me, not sure how to stop! Please move, whoa, 'scuse me…" He noticed Buffy. "Whoa." He stared at her and didn't notice that he was heading right towards the stair railing. He crashed into it and fell beneath it, grunting in pain. "God!"
Willow walked up, having to step high to avoid tripping over his legs.
"I'm okay. I feel good." Xander was using his usual sarcasm to ease the pain.
Willow looked down at him, smiling and pulling her hair behind her ear.
Xander finally took notice of his friend. "Willow! You're so very much the person that I wanted to see!" He got to his feet.
"Oh, really?" Willow asked, intrigued.
The two walked towards the school.
"Yeah. You know, I kinda had a problem with the math." He could always count on his trusty nerd-like friend to help him out.
"Uh, which part?"
"The math. Can you help me out tonight, pleeeease, be my study buddy?"
"Well…" Her voice was coy. "What's in it for me?"
"A shiny nickel!" He was always prone to crack jokes.
"Okay. Do you have 'Theories in Trig'? You should check it out."
"Check it out?" It was as if the concept was foreign to him.
"From the library?" Since Xander still looked clueless, she added, "Where the books live."
A lightbulb finally went off in his head. "Right, I'm there!" He changed the subject. "See, I wanna change. . ."
Moments later, the third member that was of the three musketeers joined them, just inside the school's door. "Hey, hey!" It was Jesse, Willow and Xander's longtime friend.
"Hey, Jesse, what's up?" Xander greeted.
"New girl!"
"That's right, I saw her." He decided to leave out the part about him crashing into the stairwell railing. "Pretty much a hottie!"
"I heard someone was transferring…" Willow muttered.
"So tell!" Xander was determined to pump Jesse for information.
"Tell what?"
"What's the sitch, what do ya know about her?"
"New girl!" That was helpful.
"Well, you're certainly a font of nothing!" Xander still didn't know anything about her.
In Principal Flutie's office, Buffy is seated. Principal Flutie has her school records in hand, walking around the desk to his chair while looking them over.
"Buffy Summers, sophomore, late of Hemery High in Los Angeles. Interesting record, quite a career…" He murmurs. He sits and takes the paper he's reading and tears it into four pieces. "Welcome to Sunnydale! A clean slate, Buffy, that's what you get here. What's past is past. We're not interested in what it says on a piece of paper, even if it says..." His eyes wander. "Whoa."
"Mr. Flutie-"
"All the kids here are free to call me Bob."
"Bob-"
"But they don't." He started to reassemble the torn sheet.
"I know my transcripts are a little... colorful."
"Heeey... We're not caring about that. Do you think, uh, 'colorful' is the word?" He taped the paper. "Not, uh, 'dismal'?"
"Wasn't that bad!"
"You burned down the gym."
Buffy exhaled. "I did, I really did, but... You're not seeing the big picture here, I mean, that gym was full of vampi-" Almost gave herself away. She quickly corrected herself. "Asbestos."
"Buffy, don't worry. Any other school they might say 'watch your step', or 'we'll be watching you'... But, that's just not the way here. We want to service your needs, and help you to respect our needs. And if your needs and our needs don't mesh..." He put the poorly repaired sheet back into her file and slaps it shut.
Buffy gives him a thin, nervous smile.
Buffy exited Mr. Flutie's office. She opened her bag, rummaging through it as she walked into the hall right in front of a girl and a boy. The girl bumped into her, making her lose her grip on the bag and spill its contents.
"Oh! Sorry!" Buffy apologized.
"That's okay."
Buffy looked down at the mess. "Oh…"
Xander heard the noise, looked back, quickly walked over and squatted down next to her to help her gather her things. "Can I have you?"
Buffy gave him a confused look.
"Duh..." He chuckled. "Can I help you?"
Buffy smiled. "Thanks."
"I don't know you, do I?" He could play it cool. Sometimes.
"I'm Buffy. I'm new."
"Xander. Is-is me. Hi." He smiled. This was not one of those times where he could play it cool.
"Um, thanks."
They finished gathering up everything.
"Well, uh, maybe I'll see you around... maybe at school... since we... both... go there." He was completely failing with words that day. He was totally falling.
"Great!"
The two stand.
"It was nice to meet you," Buffy stated. She started down the hall.
Xander mocked himself, unimpressed, "We both go to school. Very suave. Very not pathetic." He noticed a stake still on the floor. "Oh, hey!" He picked it up. "Hey, you forgot your…stake."
Buffy didn't hear him and continued down the hall. Xander held onto the stake.
Inside the History class, the teacher has written 'The Black Death' on the board. The teacher turns to the class. "It's estimated that about twenty-five million people died in that one four-year span. But the fun part of the Black Plague is that it originated in Europe how?"
Cordelia took notes. So did Buffy, seated next to her.
The teacher continued on, "As an early form of germ warfare. If you'll look at the map on page sixty-three you can trace the spread of the disease into Rome, and then north... "
Buffy didn't have a book. She looked around for help. Cordelia noticed and shared her book.
"Thanks," Buffy thanked Cordelia quietly.
The teacher still carried on teaching. "And this popular plague led to what social changes? Steve?"
The bell rang and the students got up to leave.
"Hi! I'm Cordelia." Cordelia introduced herself to Buffy, offering her hand.
Buffy accepted it. "I'm Buffy."
"If you're looking for a textbook of your very own there's probably a few in the library."
"Oh, great, thanks."
They got up.
"Where would that be?" Buffy asked.
"I'll show you, come on."
Cordelia and Buffy headed out of the classroom. "So you're from Hemery, right? In L.A.?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Oh, I would kill to live in L.A. That close to that many shoes?"
Buffy had to laugh as they went into the hall.
Cordelia and Buffy were still in the hall.
Cordelia prattled, "Well, you'll be okay here. If you hang with me and mine, you'll be accepted in no time. Of course, we do have to test your coolness factor. You're from L.A., so you can skip the written, but let's see. Vamp nail polish?"
"Um, over?" Buffy didn't mind the test, though she honestly didn't care what her 'coolness factor' came out to be.
"So over. James Spader?"
"He needs to call me!"
"Frappaccinos?"
"Trendy, but tasty."
"John Tesh?" There were many factors to discover the coolness factor.
"The Devil."
"That was pretty much a gimme, but... you passed!" Test over.
"Oh, goody!" Not that it mattered.
They turned toward a drinking fountain. Willow was there. She straightened up and saw them coming.
"Willow! Nice dress! Good to know you've seen the softer side of Sears." Cordelia talking.
"Uh, oh, well, my mom picked it out."
"No wonder you're such a guy magnet. Are you done?"
Willow looked at the fountain, then back at Cordelia. "Oh!" She turned and left.
Buffy watched her go for a moment, then looked back at Cordelia after she started talking again.
"You wanna fit in here, the first rule is: know your losers. Once you can identify them all by sight," She glanced after Willow. "They're a lot easier to avoid."
Buffy let out a nervous laugh and nodded. She looked at Willow again, who had gone through the door at the end of the hall. Willow looked back at them before she continued.
Cordelia and Buffy continued their walk to the library.
"And if you're not too swamped with catching up you should come by the Bronze tonight."
"The who?" Buffy had no clue what that was.
"The Bronze. It's the only club worth going to around here. They let anybody in, but it's still the scene. It's in the bad part of town."
"Where's that?" Buffy stopped outside the library doors.
"About a half a block from the good part of town." Cordelia laughed. "We don't have a whole lot of town here. But, um, you should show!"
"Well, I'll try." She wasn't promising anything. She looked toward the library. "Uh, thanks."
"Good. So, um, I'll see you in gym, and you can tell me absolutely everything there is to know about you." Cordelia waved and left.
Buffy waved back. "Great!" To herself, a bit sarcastic, she said, "Oh, that sounds like fun." She went into the library and looked around. It looked deserted. "Hello?" She walked further inside. "Is anybody here?" She looked at the book checkout counter and saw a newspaper. A picture had been circled. The caption above it read, 'Local Boys Still Missing'.
Giles came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.
Buffy spun around, startled. "Ooh!" She exhaled. "Anybody's here!"
"Can I help you?" Giles asked.
"I was looking for some, well, books. I'm new."
"Miss Summers?"
"Good call! Guess I'm the only new kid, huh?"
"I'm Mr. Giles. The librarian. I was told you were coming." He headed around behind the counter.
A new voice startled Buffy. "Don't mind his apparent creepiness. He's really not as scary as he seems." The woman joined Giles behind the counter. "I'm Ms. Calendar, technology teacher."
Buffy nodded, calming. "Great! So, um, I'm gonna need 'Perspectives on 20th Century-'"
Giles interrupted, "I know what you're after!" With a big grin on his face he pulled out a large old book with the word "VAMPYR" written in gold leaf on the front cover.
Buffy looked up at him with an uneasy gaze.
Ms. Calendar facepalmed. She'd told him not to do that. He just didn't listen. "As I said, don't mind him."
"That's not what I'm looking for," Buffy stated.
"Are you sure?"
Ms. Calendar rolled her eyes. It were as if she weren't even there. She did notice that missy Slayer didn't seem to realize she was missy Slayer, though. If only that damned librarian would acknowledge her!
"I'm way sure." Buffy answered.
"My mistake," Giles was confused. He put the book back behind the counter.
Buffy quickly left.
Giles straightened back up. "So, what is it you said-" He saw her go out of the library. The first encounter left him puzzled.
"Earth to Watcher, am I talking to myself here?" Ms. Calendar waved a hand in front of his face.
"Hm?"
"Don't make me clock you upside the head with one of your books, Rupert. She-" She gestured towards the library door, which had served as Buffy's exit. "Is the Slayer. She doesn't know it…Since when am I the smarter one?"
All Giles had to say was, "Oh."
Two girls in the locker room were discussing Buffy.
"The new kid? She seems kind of weird to me. What kind of name is Buffy?"
"Hey, Aphrodisia!"
"Oh, Hey!"
"Well, the chatter in the caf is that she got kicked out, and that's why her mom had to get a new job."
The girls worked the combinations to their gym lockers.
"Neg!"
"Pos! She was starting fights!"
"Neg-ly!"
The one named Aura spoke while opening her locker, "Well I heard from Blue, and she said that-"
A dead boy fell out of the locker onto Aura's arm. She screamed and let the body fall.