Title: Season 2:Rewrite
Author: Chantel
Rating: PG-R
Summary: Season Two Rewrite: What if the Scooby Gang got two new members instead of just one in season two? W/T femslash, if that bugs you move along.
A/N: This is my first Buffy fanfic sooo please be gentle. lol. I'm kind of a feedback hoe so let me know what you think! :). This first chapter might be a little slow, but it'll get moving soon! Promise!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm not making any money, I'm just expressing nerd solidarity.

What's My Line pt. 1

Willow Rosenberg walked down the hallway towards the career fair with her head held high. If some crummy aptitude test couldn't produce proper results for her, then she would look at what was offered and decide for herself. There were a variety of tables set up in the schools common hall and the redhead had just finished listening to the benefits of working as a sales associate when, none other than, Xander Harris beamed towards her.

"Willow!" he greeted her as he pulled her aside "What are you doing here master non-conformist? Flee while you can."

She smiled at her friend, "I'm looking for Buffy" she said rationalizing her presence.

"Have you seen her?"

Nodding, the boy replied, "Ah yes, the Buffster left with Giles a while ago. Something about a field trip to the cemetery"

As she was about to inquire further, Principal Synder rounded the corner and began his interrogation.

"Where is she?" the gnome of a man asked.

"Who? Buffy?" Xander asked, attempting to stall.

"Yes Buffy, and don't give me the spiel about having just ran into her…"

Synder's words faded in Willows mind as she glanced around anxiously. Something had just come over her and she couldn't help but notice the electricity in the air. The static was so palpable that she could almost taste it. She was vaguely aware that her friend and the principal were engaged in a conversation escalating in hostility, but her mind became foggy and she couldn't focus. Sighing, she was overcome with the smell of lavender. 'That's weird' the redhead thought to herself. She could feel something warm emanating from behind her but before she could turn around to investigate Xander was snapping his fingers in front of her face.

"Hello? Earth to Willow?" the boy gestured emphatically to wake his friend from her trance. "Paging Dr-"

"Hi! Xander, hi." She cut him off "sorry, I must have zoned out for a second" Shaking her head she looked around to see if she could pinpoint the origin of heat, but to her dismay she found nothing.

"Are you alright there champ?" the boy asked frowning.

"What?" she blinked back to full reality in time to launch into an explanation. "Oh yeah. I'm fine. You know me, Finey McFine with the fineness. And the complete regular feeling of being normal. To the extent that anyone with sensory dysfunction can claim to be normal, and therefore fine" she forced a smile and took a breath. Xander stared at her deadpanned.

"And on that note.." he trailed off, blinking in confusion.

"Sorry Xand, just got lost in my head for a second" he smiled, put a hand on her shoulder and they began walking down the hall.

"No worries Will, if my brain was as big as yours I'd probably get lost in it too"

"Ha, ha, very funny. Don't you have an appointment with your warden?"

"That I do. I should probably get to that. Ciao belle"

Watching as her friend walked off, Willow inhaled deeply, no lavender. Shaking her head she turned around and almost ran into two men in black suits.

"Willow Rosenberg?" the first man asked.

"E-excuse me?" she asked confused at how the man knew who she was.

"Walk with us" he said, leading her past a large black curtain that sectioned off part of the common hall.

"What is all of this?" the girl asked noticing that classical music hummed softly in her ears. She looked around and saw a table of hor-d'eouvres next to a large television that had been brought into the area.

"Please" the man smiled "make yourself comfortable. You have been selected to meet with the Geoff Praxton"

"Geoff Praxton? Of Praxton incorporated? The world's league leader in software and network technology?" her eyes almost bulged out of her head.

"That's the one. His jet has been delayed by fog, but if you take a seat he'll be along shortly"

"Wait, I don't understand. I didn't even get my test back" she exerted confused.

"The test was irrelevant. We've had you on our radar for some time now" the second man said, speaking for the first time. Willow had forgotten that he was even there.

"Is that a good thing?"

The man nodded, "I would think so. Our company is extremely selective, as you can see, only one other Sunnydale student matched our criteria. If you'll excuse us Ms. Rosenberg. Try the canapé" he said, smiling as he left.

Willow turned around to see a boy sitting on the couch in front of her, staring at a plate of shrimp. She settled into the couch beside him sitting nervously. She had never seen the boy before and his fascination with the hor d'eouvres seemed to be demanding all of his attention. It was quiet for a moment until he spoke up.

"Want one?" he offered the plate to her.

"Oh, no thank you. Shrimp on me, usually equals bad."

He nodded, "For such small crustaceans they such can pack the heat"

Willow smiled, "They're notorious"

The boy let out, what Willow determined to be, a small laugh, though it sounded more like a short breath, "I believe it, I've been witness to their ferocity."

He turned to look at her, "I'm Oz"

Willow looked at the boy again; she had not seen him before. His hair was light and he had scruff on his face. 'Maybe he is a senior?' she asked herself, although she had a few senior classes she did not have enough to know all the older generation in school. Still, she had never seen him in the halls before.

"Willow" she replied, he quirked an eyebrow. "Is me. I mean. I'm Willow. Are you new here?" She asked hesitantly.

He gave a slight nod. "Transferred mid-semester"

She was about to ask him what classes he had when the men in black suits arrived again, with another man, dressed to express his wealth, behind them.

"Sorry for the delay folks, I'm Mr. Praxton. You two must be.." he paused to look at the sheet the first man handed to him. "Willow Rosenberg and Daniel-"

"Oh, it's Oz."

Geoff Praxton was confused, his records were never wrong.

"Middle name" Oz added, off of the older mans, and Willows, confused looks.

"Ah, I see. Well Oz it is then" the man smiled "I'm Geoff Praxton. Pleasure to meet both of you. Now! I bet you both wonder why I've asked to meet with you…"

o:o:o:o:o:

Willow rushed into the library. "Buffy! You would not believe who I just met! Geoff Praxton! As in the head and founder of Praxton inc! He is only the holy grail of computer tech! AND! He wanted to recruit me! How crazy is that? Can you believe I was sitting next to the soul inventor of Netscape Landscape?" Willow bounced up and down on her feet as she talked, "Although, he was shorter than I expected. I mean not hobbit short, but definitely not tall either. Maybe like a really tall hobbit!" she beamed from ear to ear.

The slayer regarded her friend with a grave smile. Willow picked up on the mood immediately.

"What's wrong?.."

"oh ya know, the world is conspiring against me" the blonde answered with too much pep.

"Why am I sensing this is going to end in hours of research?" Xanders voice echoed from behind Willow as he entered the library.

o:o:o:o:o:o

As the events of the day played out Willow immersed herself with volumes, texts, web pages, and even scrolls. Buffy had left, only to return later with a ring from the Order of Taraka, a league of assassins sent to kill her. She had looked through everything she could possibly get her hands on, but still she found nothing helpful. Buffy had disappeared again, Xander had gone home, Giles was rummaging around in his office and Willow was beginning to feel frustrated.

She ran her hands through her hair and then checked her watch, 2:30 am. 'No wonder my eyes burn'. After going home for dinner with her parents, Willow had showered, grabbed a few snacks and headed back to the library. She had been researching for almost 8 hours. Taking a deep breath she shut her eyes and put her head down on the desk in front of her. 'Worst. Day. Ever' she groaned. Her thoughts traveled back to earlier in the day, the warmth she had felt and the static in the air. It was as if she had felt someone press against her, despite the fact that no one had. The fog of exhaustion set in before she had time to caffinate it and, surrendering, the scent of lavender was the last thing Willow thought of before falling into sleep.

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