Chapter 1: IT'S NOT THE SOVIETS

I DO NOT OWN BUFFY

Sunnydale, 1973

WILLOW'S POV:

"I don't think she's a Russian Will."

I rolled my eyes and threw the smily face bouncy ball at my wall again, catching it on the rebound. "How can you be sure? For all we know, she's personally working for Brezhnev." I sat up, putting my ball on the bed. "His spies are everywhere you know."

Xander laughed and shook his head. "You are so paranoid."

I stood up and walked over to the record player (That I built myself) in the corner. "Beatles?"

"Will, you have got to get over them. Paul McCartney left like, three years ago."

"Damn that Yoko Ono." The Beatles are amazing, no matter how long ago they broke up. I put the record on and let Revolution play from the speakers.

"Oh Will, first its the Russians, then its Yoko, anyone else you want to add to that hate list?"

"Hitler." I said automatically as I grabbed a radio from my pile of broken radios, phones, and televisions on the floor. I cracked it open and continued to fiddle with it.

Xander gave me a sympathetic look. He knew the wounds were all to fresh. I mean, how can they not be when your the only child of two camp survivors?

"So," I was ready to change the subject, "If you don't think the new girl is a Russian. then who do you think she is?"

"Just a new girl to town, granted, she may carry around pointy sticks in her purse, but I'm sure that's just the style in L.A."

I wasn't buying it. Buffy Summers, the center of all this confusion arrived from L.A. last week, thus starting school today. She was strange, dressed a little weirdly and of course attracted the attention of queen bee Cordelia Chase (Who I hate, just to let you know.) And effectively stole Xander's heart, my Xander. Which of course led me to the conclusion that she must be a Soviet.

Sure, she was nice to me at lunch and all, (by nice I mean not punching me in the face, or shoving me in a toilette.) Of course, it was all for homework help. Why would anyone but Xander and Jesse talk to me?

Also supporting my claim was the fact that she carried around strange things in her purse, such as a stake and holy water. "I think she's shader then Nixon."

"Now, now Will," Xander said mockingly, "No need to go that far." Xander jumped up from the ground and smoothed out his tie dyed shirt. "Come on, do you want to do something?"

"Like what?" What could we do? Both of us had no money. I mean, Xander's family was just scraping by, and mine was on food stamps.

"Wanna go see a movie, we can sneak in from the back." Xander looked at me hopefully.

"No, remember last time we did that? We were almost arrested."

"Yeah, Wanna sneak into the Bronze, not pay the bouncer?"

"Now, thats a plan."

Buffy's POV:

"Where ya going?"

I spun around, only to find my mother leaning against the door frame.

"Out."

"Out where?"

I sighed, it was like this all the time, ever since I burnt down the gym. "To a club."

Now she was scared. "A club, Buffy, we talked about this..."

"Mom," I put my hands on her shoulder, "Its a kid friendly club, all the people from my school go there. I'll be fine."

She still looked nervous, "Well okay. I wan't you home by twelve though. And if I find out you did that LSD thing all the parents are talking about, you will never see the sun again."

"Mom, I'm not going to do LSD." Sometimes I can't believe what comes out of her mouth.

"Well, be safe please."

I shook my head. "I promise." I grabbed my swede bag and walked down the stairs. Opening the door, I came face to face with Cordelia Chase.

"Ready to go Buffy? You are going to love the Bronze, its such a rage." She was dressed in one of those strange pant suit things that are becoming popular.

"Yeah." Cordelia was tricky. She was cool, I guess. She let me borrow her textbook, I passed her 'Groovy Test.' Then there was the way she treated that Willow girl. "Glad to see you saw the softer side of the Good Will." She looked so hurt. Sure, her bell bottoms were a size to large and probably at one point belonged to a boy but that wasn't a good reason to be made fun off. She seemed sweet, and was a Zeppelin fan. (According to her shirt.)

Get a hold of yourself Buffy. Those kids, Xander, Willow, and Jesse, they're freaks of the freaky kind. Not to mention that librarian. Remember the last time you hung out with freaks? You were kicked out of school. Freak free existence, freak free existence...

The mantra continued in my head as we walked down the street. We reached a part of town with some run down houses, the only light coming from the dimly lit club. We paid the bouncer and Cordelia stood in front of me. "Welcome to club cool."

Holy shit thats a lot of tie dye club would have been more appropriate. The walls were covered in peace signs and smily faces. Warhol knock offs decorated the bar and the air was filled with the distinctive smell of pot. A house bad was playing, Dingos Ate My Baby.

"Well, I'm going to dance. See ya around." And like that, she was gone.

Which left me alone. I scanned the crowed, hoping to find someone I recognized. My eyes fell on a head of red hair. Nope, not going to do it. But I was. An invisible force was dragging me to their table. All three of them were there. The whole lot.

"Hey guys."

They were taken aback. Finally Willow Spoke. "Hey Buffy. See you found the Bronze."

"Yeah. Cordelia showed me." I could see the group visibly tense. Jesse took an awkward drag from his cigarette, coughing a little. "So do you guys come her often?"

"Not legally no." Xander answered, drool practically coming out of his mouth.

"Xander, you beheyme!" Willow said elbowing him.

"Well, thats not English." I said.

"Rule number one when hanging out with Willow. Get use to Hebrew insults." Jesse informed me.

"Thats Yiddish." She stated matter of fact.

"You speak Yiddish?" I never met someone who speaks Yiddish.

Willow blushed. "Um, yeah. I speak three languages. Not including English. I only really say I speak two since Hebrew and Yiddish are very close. I speak Polish too."

"That is so awesome. I wish I spoke three languages. I can barely speak English. At least thats what my mom says."

"So Buffy, why did you leave L.A?" Jesse asked.

I gave him the water downed version, and like that, we were talking. It just seemed so natural. Nothing was forced like talking to Cordelia, it just seemed right. And Willow, I had this feeling. I know its crazy, but I knew someday she was going to be my best friend. It was just this feeling. "Come on Will, you want to get some drinks?"

"Sure."

"So how long have you and Xander been going out?" I asked.

She let out a short laugh. "We're not dating. We use to though."

That made me sad, they seemed to have been a good couple. "What happened," I asked, very sympathetically.

"He stole my Barbie." She paused, and added hastily, "we were five."

"Oh." Okay, wasn't expecting that. "Um, did you get it back?"

"Most of it." She said cheerfully.

"I was mostly a Chatty Cathy fan." I offered.

"I had one of those, I cut the back open and used the parts to make my TOBOR talk." Willow added.

"What?" Who would do that to a Chatty Cathy?

"I was six, it was Hanukkah. Last night, and my parents gave me a TOBOR the night before, love at first sight I'll have you know. I just needed to expand. But the sounded awful. Baby voice just wasn't cutting it." Willow shook her head.

"You did this at six?" I was amazed, I was still trying to master algebra.

"Yeah. How about you? Any crazy childhood memories?" We were at the counter.

Besides Vampires? "No, nothing much. I was fairly normal. I met John Lennon."

Her eyes went wide and jaw dropped. "You. Met. John. Lennon?" She said, very softly.

"Yeah, he was in LA, I was ten." It was a concert, my first. My parents took me. Afterwards, they were signing autographs. My parents got me one. He was fairly tall, and had a cray beard. There was something in his eyes, something very young.

"Wow." Her eyes got very glassy, as if somewhere else. She snapped out of it fairly quickly. "Um, what are you getting?"

"Just a Cola. You?"

"Same."

"So, no guys?" I asked her.

"What, no. No way. Whenever I'm around guys my tongue swells up, and I can't speak." Willow rushed.

"Oh, come on. A smart girl like you? They are falling all over you, Will. Seize the moment."

Willow nodded nervously, "I guess."

As we waited for the drinks, I scanned the room. It was warehousey, very compact. I scanned the cat walk, just to see who was up there. Crap. It was that librarian from before. He knew I was the slayer. And he was currently looking right at me. "Excuse me, there's something I have to take care of."

"Um okay," but before she could finish I was already running up the stairs.

"Buffy." Giles greeted. "Why are you here?"

"I was going to ask you the same question." I answered.

He smiled and took off his glasses, cleaning them. "Looking for you of course."

I sighed, running my hands through my hair. "Listen can you guys just leave me alone? I'm retired, done."

"Unfortunately Buffy, you can't. You're it. You're the slayer until you die." Giles stated matter of fact. "You should feel them, know where the vampires lie. Come here. Look around you. This place is perfect for Vampire activity. Sense them out."

"He dragged me in front of him, making me look down. "That one." I pointed ahead.

"How can you tell?" He pushed.

"I mean, look at what he's wearing. What, is he trying to be Holden Caulfield or something?" The guy had this fifties hair cut, and was wearing a skinny tie. Fifties, not a good time.

"That is not the proper way to sense them. Who is that with him?" Giles asked, cleaning his glasses again.

"Willow." My mouth ran dry.

"What is she doing?"

"Seizing the moment."

AU: So, like it, hate? R+R. Also, let me get some stuff strait.

The year is 1973

I know Angel was not in the right spot, he comes in next chapter.

Willow is made out to be the most well off out of all the Scoobies, but for the conflict and her background story, it was necessary. I wanted to show how hard America was for Immigrants.

I will not be paraphrasing the show, that would be stupid. You could just watch the show. This was only a set up chapter. Things will change.

The Scoobies were born in 1957.

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Also, any major event that happened in the 60-80's you think would be cool to mention, tell me in the comments. Also, any music, television show, etc...

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