School Harder

Title: Episode 1 – School Harder

Author: CeciliaRose

Beta: 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: chika chika boom boom; lyrics in the bronze are from 'Son of a Gun' by Janet Jackson and Missy Elliot

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Double pump right kick to the side; left high kick to the right temple; right punch to the chest; left knee to the face; grab throw into the side of the crypt; stake to the heart. One down. Deanna looked to her left to see her mother taking out another. Number two. She heard her father grunt behind her and turned in time to she the short-stocky vamp throw him down on to a headstone. Spike was back up in a split second, fine. Three. So that leaves two more – ow! The chick-pire slammed her into the wall of the crypt, head first. Dea jumped up and spun to retaliate when the chick turned to dust right on the spot. The dust cleared to reveal Spike, Buffy not far behind him.

"Where's the other one," she asked scanning the graveyard.

"Got away," Buffy answered, dusting herself off.

"That's enough patrolling for tonight, right?" Dea asked as she checked her watch.

"You have somewhere better to be?" her father questioned.

"I told Eve I'd meet her at the Bronze," she explained as the family of three made their way out of the graveyard.

"Well, it doesn't look like there's gonna be much more excitement around here tonight," Buffy said. "So the Bronze sounds like a good game plan."

"Um, mom, I was sort of just supposed to meet Eve there, ya know, by myself – no parents allowed," this was one of the biggest problems with having her mother be so…young. Because it's one thing for the kids at school to think your Guidance Counselor mom is "cool, and looks amazing for her age," but another one all together for them to see her freak-dancing with your "sexy" (gross!) young father.

"Why not? We're still cool aren't we?" this earned Buffy a pointed "not cool enough" look from her daughter.

"It's fine, we help Rupert with the research on this purple eyed girl of yours," Spike spoke up, always the sort of mediator between his wife and daughter.

"Thanks, Dad!" Dea said hugging both of her parents and hurrying off before Buffy could protest. "I'll probably spend the night at Eve's, so don't wait up, k?"

"What if I really wanted to go?" Buffy pouted as Spike took her hand and they watched their daughter practically skip down the sidewalk towards the "bad side" of town. "I'm still down. I can hang with the homies," she was joking, obviously, but it was still all so weird. Here she was, 21-years-old, with a 16-year-old child! And to make matters worse, please just ignored it, like it didn't matter, or worse, they couldn't tell. You'd think it would take getting used to, but it didn't. the memories of sixteen years of have a child were all there, like sixteen years had passed in the time frame of one summer…

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Man, I hope Eve's not mad at me for being late, Dea thought to herself as she entered the somewhat crowded Bronze, but from the looks of it, her best friend hadn't even missed her. Eve was sitting at a table in the corner laughing, presumably at something Kel had said, as both him and Conner were currently sharing her company. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Dea could've sworn that Conner's eyes brightened slightly as she reached their table and he said, "Eve said you'd be coming – we saved a seat for you." He indicated the empty stool next to him.

"Thanks," she replied, smiling warmly at him. "Sorry I'm late. We ran into some…problems," she explained to Eve.

"Oh, it's alright. Kel and Connor have been keeping me company," she said smiling at Kel, who smiled right back.

Then he glanced up and his focus shifted. "Why don't we dance," he suggested as he turned back to the table and say Rose move to the center of the dance floor through his peripheral vision.

"Ok," Eve agreed instantly, thrilled at the prospect of having an excuse to get even closer to him. Connor on the other hand wasn't too excited about the idea, and, seeing this, Dea said, "Actually, I'm not so much in the dancing mood tonight." She turned to Connor, "You wouldn't mind sitting here and keeping me company, would you?"

"Of course not," he said giving her a thankful smile. Kel was always trying to getting him to be more outgoing: couldn't he see that he just wasn't an outgoing kind of guy?

"Alright then, I guess that just leaves all of the grooving to me and Eve," he said winking at his new companion and making her blush prettily.

"Thanks," Connor said to Dea as their friends left them and moved towards the center.

"I'm guessing you're not so big on the dancing," she said, sipping her diet Coke and trying to make conversation.

"To be honest, I've never even tried before," he admitted, "I'm too afraid that I might have the dancing abilities of my father," he said grinning as he 'remembered' catching his father writhing to the tunes of The Temptations.

"So do you live just with your father, or your mother too?" Dea asked noticing the way he smiled when speaking of his father.

"My father and Kel's mother are together. My actual mother is…not in the picture," he said grimacing slightly at the thought of his origins. "So what about you?" he said quickly, trying to shift the focus of the conversation.

"Well, my mother and father used to hate each other…"

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Meanwhile, out on the dance floor Kel and Eve were getting pretty close. They rubbed their bodies against each other in time to the rhythmic pumping of the music. Eve had managed to get Kel to forget about Rose – well, momentarily, that is. Then he saw her again: surrounded by a group of at least five guys, and yet she seemed completely remote from them, and was dancing by herself. No, not by herself, Kel realized, she seemed to be dancing with the music itself – her hips swaying and her body moving flawlessly with the invisible body of the music.

"What's the matter?" Eve asked, worry shining through her bright, green eyes. Kelton had gotten so caught up in watching Rose's hypnotic movements that he had forgotten to move himself.

"Nothing. I just saw an old friend," he said, not even looking at her. "Excuse me for a minute?" he asked, moving off towards Rose without waiting for a reply.

"No problem," she mumbled dejectedly to herself as she watched him walk toward the beautiful but strange girl she'd met in gym class. Figures, she thought to herself, and began making her way through the writhing bodies back to the table.

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Ha ha

Hoo hoo

Thought you'd get the money too

Greedy, greedy, greedy

Try to have that cake and eat it too

Rose could feel the music literally pumping through her veins as she danced. She always loved the way she became one with it – even in the old days when the music was completely different. She felt a subtle shift in the air around her and caught the scent of a new male, different than that of any of the five monkeys writhing around her. Another had decided to come and try to dance with her. Imbeciles. Couldn't they see that she was more than happy dancing there with herself?

Ain't no way that you could bring me down easy

Any chick that you stick is real sleazy

When Kelton had been watching, he'd wondered why none of the guys had even attempted to touch her or at least get closer. He now realized that it was because none of them would dare to break the invisible force field that seemed to be around her. It was like it held back anyone who was unworthy of touching her, and that seemed to be any and everyone.

You slump, bump, son of a gun

And, uh, how much you worth?

I think negative, done

She felt the air shift even more and was confused for a split second before she realized that the newcomer was coming much closer than the others had even dared to think about. How dare he? she thought to herself angrily – no one danced with her! And yet, she was (albeit grudgingly) impressed with his apparent boldness. She turned around to see who had the gumption to attempt to get next to her, and was greeted with Kelton's attractive grin.

Sharp shooter into breaking hearts

Baby gigolo – a sex pistol

As Rose turned and recognized him, her face softened and she stopped glaring. Instead she gave him a mischievous little grin and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Try and keep up." He returned her grin with his own cocky one and thought to himself, I can handle this.

Hollering at everything that walks

No substance, just small talk

Rose felt his hands travel south as they danced and she was a bit taken back as they reached her behind and squeezed slightly. He thinks he's got this, she realized, more impressed than ever with his confidence.

Now why you feeling on that girl's behind?

You've got a sleazy, one-track mind

Kelton quickly came to the realization that this was more than just a dance, but also a battle of wills. And a chance to prove that he could handle her (because she so obviously needed handling) and that he was 'worthy' of her attentions.

Working your work until you think you find

Who's going home with you tonight

He was daring, yes, but he was also cute. Rose noticed that the other males had left and she looked up, making real eye contact with him for the first time. "I'm impressed," she said truthfully. And as she searched his eyes she came to another realization, and almost jumped out of her skin she was so excited. How lucky, she thought as he smiled down at her.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he replied, leaning in to kiss her. She let him get close, but at the last second she moved her head so that her mouth was at his ear. "And I didn't ask to, either," she said in a throaty voice that sent shivers down his spine.

He pulled back to look into those strangely beautiful eyes again, grinning. "You're quite the-" he stopped abruptly and a blank look came over his face as the entirety of both of his eyes (pupil, iris, everything) went white.

Rose simply continued grinning. Finally…

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