I read the story called "Next Generation" by PortCharlesSlayer and loved the idea so i borrowed it. Therefore this fan-fic is dedicated to him/her. Any feedback will be greatly received: suicidal_snowman@hotmail.com. Thanks and enjoy!
I own nothing except my original characters, who will soon be introduced.
Readers note: In my own little buffy/angel continuity Connor was never taken and matured normally in the loving care of the Angel investigations team. Angel sacrificed himself to save the world on Connor's sixteenth birthday and has been living in Sunnydale with Cordy and Lorne. Who are NOT a couple. Also Willow adopted a daughter after Tara's death. I forgot the school blew up so please read as if that didn't happen. The year is 2019, this is provisonal as I haven't had time to work it out and put in all the backstory to my buffyverse, there will be some future tech but it is not essential to the story, anybody who has a reasonable tech idea or method for working out the year please e-mail me your ideas. One more thing before we start, I had trouble thinking up some story ideas for sequels, please e-mail me any fan-fics you write and I'll be happy to read them. Wow that was longer than planned
Chapter1: The Way We Were
It was the start of the new school year at Sunnydale high and the students were all piling out of their parent's cars and towards their old friends like they hadn't been apart all summer. Two of these came in the same car, Marcus and Tara got out of her red-haired mother's car like they had known each other forever. Which they had, as long as they had been alive they had been friends. the only thing that came between them was their attitude to schoolwork.
"You guys be good," Tara's mother called from the car, "Make sure you go to class today Tara."
"Okay mom, see ya tonight," Tara called behind her. After a brief screech of tires she turned and walked out of the school. Marcus ran up behind her.
"You can't skip again, at least go to the classes you're in with me," he stood in front of her, blocking her way whilst flashing the cheesy grin his father taught him, "please?" he put on his puppy-dog eyes and she could no longer stand up to him.
"Just this once," she said, even though this happened every day. She was not her mother's daughter. She turned around to walk back to the school and bumped into a thin dark-haired girl who promtly fell flat to the floor.
"Ooh," she squeeled, "I am so sorry," she picked herself and her small teddy-bear bag up and introduced herself, "hi I'm Amelia Wade, I'm new."
"Hi I'm Marcus and this is Tara," he smiled a stupid smile at her, "we aren't new."
They all piled into their home-room at the bell, oddly Amelia was in most of Marcus and Tara's classes so they hung out together most of the day. Tara and Marcus went to the library so Amelia called her mother and told her she would get a ride with them after school.
"Yes mom," she said, "yes they are nice people," Tara and Marcus walked off so as not to be asked to speak, "no mom I won't do anything stupid, okay, okay, goodgbye mom." She put the phone down and breathed heavily. She looked around to find Marcus and Tara in the library.
"Wow," Tara said, "what did you do to turn your mother into a nervous wreck?"
"Long story, bad ending," she said.
"Oh do tell," begged Marcus. Suddenly a boy with dark hair and good looks walked into the library and walked up to Tara.
"Excuse me," she turned to see him, and was obviousely taken aback, "could you point me towards the librarian?"
She desperately tried not to show her feelings in her voice and shouted out. "Mrs. Wendle," then a middle-aged tall man stepped out of the libraran's office.
"I am sorry to disappoint you but she has retired, I am the new librarian here," he spoke curtly and with a stiff english accent, he reminded Tara of the librarian that worked there when her mom was a student. His name was Rupert Giles and her mom spoke of him like he were her father. "My name is Mr. Giles, how can I help?"
