School Harder

Title: Episode 1 – School Harder

Author: CeciliaRose

Editor/Co-Author: Dee

Summary: The children/spawn of the Scooby Gang and the children/spawn of the Angel Investigations Team go to school at a newly rebuilt Sunnydale High School

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story idea and the characters I made up so poo on you. I will be using things from episodes throughout the story. BTVS and ATS are property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, David Greenwalt, etc. just don't sue me, K?

Author's Note: So I'm resubmitting my stories…cuz I feel like it…enjoy! Um, yeah, so this basically replaces Season Six of Buffy, and just pretend that Connor never got stolen from ATS. Yeah…and you'll notice there are only four periods a day, but that's because they're on block scheduling like I was in High School…

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"So where are you guys from?" Dea's question was directed at both of them, but she was looking only at Connor. The two boys had stopped her and Eve in the crowded hallway, pulling out their schedules and asking for directions. Their little ploy would've worked, too, had they considered the fact that this was the Grand Re-opening of SHS, and no one new their way around.

Still, the girls thought the boys were cute and struck up a friendly conversation with them. Which leads us back to the answer to Dea's question:

"We were both born in LA," Connor answered carefully.

"And you live here now?" Eve asked looking into Kel's striking blue eyes. She just couldn't seem to look away.

"Yeah, our parents just moved back here when they found out that this school was re-opening," Kel responded.

"Really? They liked it here that much?" Dea asked surprised. Who in their right mind would move back to the Hellmouth?

"Yup," Kel said flashing his patented devil-may-care grin. "I guess you could say they wanted to come back and make sure everything didn't go all to hell."

Dea and Eve exchanged a look. He'd said it in a joking manner, but they both got the impression that there was some truth behind those words. Could these guys possibly know more about this town's history than they were letting on?

Unfortunately, Dea was stopped from asking any questions by the bell for homeroom ringing, but she resolved to find out just how much they knew about the Hellmouth next time she got a chance.

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FIRST PERIOD:

"…in this class, you will be learning about the fundamentals of…" the teacher droned on and on. This class was going to suck.

BANG! The half of the class that was asleep were startled awake by the door slamming open to reveal another student. She was a light-skinned African-American girl, standing at about 5'5''. She was wearing a dark blue athletic tee with the number five on the front, and tight hip-hugger black jeans. Her hair was cut very short and dyed a flattering blonde. And there wasn't one male in the room who could keep his eyes off of her.

"Sorry about that," she addressed the teacher, referring to the big dent in the wall the door handle had made when she threw it open.

Talk about your shoddy construction work, Kel thought appraising the damage. If a girl that small can cause a dent like that. But Dea had a different reasoning. She also couldn't keep her eyes off of the girl, but for completely different reasons than the guys in the class. This girl had her latent Slayer Senses going crazy.

"It's no…problem," the teacher responded, eyeing the dent and wondering if it would come out of her salary. "Name please," she demanded.

"Rosalie Pimentel. Call me Rose," she responded and then turned to take her seat, her eyes locking with Dea's as she made her way over. She's a fighter. Dea had no idea where that information came from but she knew immediately that is was true. Well, that's just great! First day of school and I've already got someone to worry about. Something about this girl had her senses singling her out as competition and prey, all at once.

"Hello, I'm Rose," the girl introduced herself, slipping into the empty seat in between Dea and Kel.

"Yeah, I heard," Dea tried to sound cordial. "I'm Deanna."

"Nice to meet you," Rose said, shaking the hand Dea offered. She seemed nice enough, and it just made her all the more cautious, wondering what it was that put her superhuman senses on alert. And, while she was very pretty, there was something about her appearance that seemed more than just a little off.

"And I'm Kel," he interjected, not one to miss out on a chance to get to know a beautiful girl. "You have absolutely striking eyes, by the way."

And that's when Dea realized what about Rose's appearance was off: she had deep purple eyes. "Are you wearing contacts?"

"Oh, no. I can't stand the thought of touching my eyes," and as Dea looked closer, she realized that she was telling the truth – that was obviously her true eye color.

Weird, she thought. Maybe she'd a demon…

"Excuse me!" Mrs. Kyerner broke into Dea's thoughts. "Is there something you three would like to share with the class or are you going to be quiet and pay attention?"

"Sorry," Dea mumbled, embarrassed to be called out in front of the class like that.

"So, as I was saying…" and on she droned about the fundamentals of Algebra 2 until the bell chimed and saved the class from purgatory.

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THIRD PERIOD:

"Fore score and seven year ago, some people that are dead now did some stuff and blah, blah, blah! I mean, does it really even matter what happened before I was born? Cuz if you ask me, that's when things really got started," Jen said to the history teacher as he fought not to roll his eyes.

"What an…interesting sentiment, Miss Harris. But, yes, it does in fact matter. Haven't you ever heard the saying: 'Those who forget History are doomed to repeat it'?"

"Um, no. But have you ever heard the saying: 'I don't care'?"

"Okay, so she had weird eyes, so what? Maybe she has a disease or something," Eve whispered to Dea. She'd filled her best friend in on the new girl and her suspicions, but Eve didn't seem to share them.

"I don't know. It sort of reminded me of how our eyes can sometimes get, ya know?" And before Eve could cut her off to remind her that they were special cases, she trudged on. "Besides, it wasn't just her eyes. She had this weird, like, aura, or whatever about her," she added and debated whether or not to reveal to her friend that the guy she was so enamored with seemed really into the new girl.

"Well, we'll have to talk about it later, cuz the teacher's been giving us dirty looks."

"Actually, I think those are directed at Jenny: you are sitting right behind her."

The girls giggled as the teacher tried to explain to Jen why she had to take World History II

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