Another story! No? Nothing? Fine, lemme just get to the point. Smallville (Teenage Superman's my jam). Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I got a thing for Sarah Michelle Gellar. And Alyson Hannigan. And Charisma Carpenter. What can I say, I don't have a type). Crossover. Perfect concoction. The story is gonna flip-flop between perspectives and stuff, and I don't really like using character P.O.V. titles, so bear with me while I test the waters. Thanks for reading.

Ah, high school. A place of learning, community, angst, rebellion, and, most of the time, self-degredation. Sunnydale was no different. Every now and then you'll see and over-confident and overall douchey guy snag a bimbo at the Bronze and take said bimbo to the roof to, ya'know, drink [soda] and [politely and chastely kiss] until one or the other passes out on the floor. The guy smashing a classroom window, disturbing the otherwise peaceful school halls, planned to do just that.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" The aforementioned bimbo asks.

"This is a great idea, now come on." The couple jumps through the window and strolls down the halls.

"Do you go to school here?"

"Nah, I used to. On top of the gym, it's so cool, so can see the whole town from there."

"I-I-I don't wanna go up there." All of a sudden, seeming extremely hesitant.

"Oh, you can't wait, huh?" He insinuates, creeping closer.

"We'll get in trouble anyway."

"Yeah, you can count on it." Their lips were inching closer, tantalizingly closer, when the girl gasped and spun around at breakneck speed.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"I heard a noise

"It's nothing!"

"Well, maybe it's something"

"Maybe it's someTHING." He wiggled his fingers in a teasing way, but she didn't seem to like it.

"It's not funny." She reprimanded while lightly hitting his shoulder. He walks to a corner and looks around it.

"Helloooo?" He turns around slightly annoyed. "There's nobody here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure."

"Ok." She suddenly whips around, revealing the face of a creature out of children's nightmares, and leaps at the guy, taking a big bite into his neck.

"Ahhhh..." He yelps, but slowly stops as he takes his final breaths.

How does one comprehend leaving everything he/she knows and loves? I don't know, and neither does the 14 to 15-year-old Kansas boy sitting in the adjacent seat to his father in their big, red truck. He feels pain pulsate in his chest as he sees the connected moving van connected to the truck. Then nothing but pure rage at the thought of why they were forced to move in the first place, not because of some storm or debt, but Lionel freakin Luthor. The tool put so many farmers in Smallville out of a job, from the Ross family to them, the Kent family. His dad couldn't find another job in Smallville so they were forced out of the small town. After weeks of looking, not only for a well-paying job, but a town that would be easier to hide his, um, abilities, his mother found a great little hamlet that went by the name Coast City. After vehemently rejecting the prospect of living there, Martha and Jonathan settled on an even smaller town called Sunnydale. It was small, but it was honestly bigger and probably more fit for a teenager than 'southern drawl' Smallville.

Jonathan glanced at his son, seeing his in a state of contemplation and decided to break it and cut the kid a little slack. "Clark, you should probably get some rest. We'll be in Sunnydale soon and you have to be ready for the first day of school."

Clark smiled tiredly. He appreciated the help, but he really wasn't feeling the whole 'don't worry, be happy' shtick. "Sure Pa, can't wait!" He turned away again and felt his eyes sink lower and lower before he finally fell asleep. He tossed and turned, images flashing through his mind, searing into his brain; images of a bright light, no death, no pain, just warm light, and finally 'S'. And he smiled.

Meanwhile, a blonde teenage girl was rolling around in her bed, like Clark Kent, seeing images flashing through her brain, though unlike the visions of hope, these were more ominous: visions of demons, graveyards, and vampires were constant. A vampire growled, seemingly at her, violently jolting her from her sleep. She was panting heavily, her eyes wide 'This can't be happening again! We just moved here, I thought I was done with this!' A familiar voice brought her out of her thoughts.

"Buffy?' Her mom.

"I'm up Mom!"

"Don't wanna be late for your first day!"

"No, wouldn't want that." She muttered and got up to get ready.

Jonathan pulled up to a curb and looked at his son. Clark was squirming with his backpack in his lap, he took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "Suck it up, Clark, you're invulnerable and super strong. Why are you such a coward?"

Jonathan sighed and gripped his son's shoulder. "It's ok to feel nervous Clark, it's only natural, in fact."

"But I'm not natural, I'm a freak who could lift a car as a toddler. I could've ran here from Smallvile and get every box here before you even reached California. I'm not normal, believe me, I would know."

Jonathan looked down at that. He knew his son thought of himself as a freak and he's worked so hard to make him think otherwise, but he knows it's impossible if he doesn't know where he comes from. "Just try to have a good day at school son."

"Alright dad. See ya." Clark stepped out of the car, revealing his large and powerful frame. He turned and waved to his dad as he was driving away. After one more deep breath, he walked towards to stairs when somebody crashed into him. He fell down with the hit, protecting his secret, and whoever ran into him. If he wasn't paying any attention, the kid might've broken bones. People walking by were laughing at them, either people knew this guy as a klutz or he already made a joke of himself within the first few steps on school grounds.

The lanky boy spoke first. "Hey, it's all good, everything's cool. Sorry man, didn't see you there. Name's Xander. I've never seen you around, you new?"

Clark blinked, he didn't think anyone could talk as fast as Chloe Sullivan. "Um, hi. I'm Clark, Clark Kent. Yeah, I, uh, just moved here two days ago. You like talking don't you?"

"Hey what can I say? It's part of my charm." He stopped when he saw someone. "Willow! You are so very much the person I wanted to see. Oh yeah, Willow, this is CK, I can call you CK, right? You don't look like a guy I don't wanna upset, so maybe I should've asked you before I used it."

Clark looked confused, but shook his head. "I don't really mind, call me whatever." He turned to look at the girl for the fist time and swore that he stopped breathing for a second. She had long, scarlett hair and green eyes with, from what he could see, hints of hazel. He had no clue why he was memorizing her features, but for now, all he saw was her. He blinked and stuck his hand out when he realized he was looking awkward. "H-hi, my real name's Clark Kent. I, uh, have to- do something. I can't remember, it was nice meeting you Willow." And he walked away shaking his head at how stupoid he sounded.

"What was that all about?" Willow asked, extremely confused.

"No clue, but I think it has something to do with me calling him CK. Weird kid. Don't tell him I said that, he could probably crush me. Anyway, yeah, needed to talk to you."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I kinda had a problem with the math."

"Which part?"

"The math. Can you help me out tonight? Pleeease be my study buddy?"

"Well what's in it for me?" She teased

"A shiny nickel."

"Oh Ok, do you have 'Theories in Trig.'? You should check it out."

"Check it out?"

"From the library. Where the books live."

"Right, I'm there. See? I wanna change!" And so they walked into the school.

I guess I'll stop there for now, I covered how everybody's there and all that stuff, so next update will be longer. Leave a review if you want, PM me if you guys want a certain pairing, if not, I'm gonna stick to the one I basically alerted to in the chapter. Thanks for reading.