Title: Any Day Now

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not a damn thing.

Author: Jozzy

Summary: Alternate Universe, How Buffy meets Willow.

Pairing: I'm not sure yet possibly b/w or w/other

Authors Notes: The italics are thoughts, this hasn't been beta read yet

Notes2: -------- is the beginning and ending of the song, ### separates the scenes.

Feedback: I need it I love writing and I want to know how to improve.

It’s a dark room pulsating with loud music and the heartbeats of dozens of teenagers. Red light washes the room, only adding to the angst effect. The song changes to a slow tempo and suddenly it’s a den of hormones. Bodies touching, withering at each other. The air thick with the gasping breath of the many youths.

Buffy Summers was out of her element. Her normal setting was a much happier one, pep rallies and football games. Not that was really her setting anymore, not with the changes that had occurred in the past few months. Since the night her high school's gym had burned down, since the night that Merrick had died.

A man walked on to the stage at the front of the club. He was in his early thirties, dressed in all black. " Uh…here's WAR. The stage lights brightened to reveal a slim figure standing on stage. At closer inspection you could see that this figure was a teenage girl. A girl dressed in a long flowing skirt with a slight tail, a translucent black button up shirt two sizes to big, with a blood red bra underneath. The outfit went well with her hair, which reached to the small of her back. The hair was dyed black at the tips.

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I am your tourniquet

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As the girls haunting voice dimmed out, Buffy looked up into her eyes. Surprised to find a haunting she thought only she had possessed. Her legs began to move with their own will. Driving her into the swell of life in front of the stage until she stood directly in front of the girl she knew only as War.

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Tourniquet- Marilyn Manson

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Part 2

It had been two days since Buffy had seen War's performance, and in those two days she rarely thought of anything other than the mysterious red head. Out of nowhere she would find herself back at that dance floor staring up into the deep green eyes that saw into her soul. She couldn't remember War's actual singing, the performance a prologue to the real event, only the way she was drawn to the girl. How she had felt, the way her body tingled, and her mind begged her to say something. War, she had to know who that was, how old was she, what her real name was.

Now it was time for school to begin. Buffy didn't know what scared her more going to a normal school in a normal town, or the fact that she would probably see War there. She had spent the past three hours trying to find the right outfit and didn't doubt the fact that she would probably be tardy before she was comfortable. It had never been this hard for Buffy Summers to get dressed, blessed with a semi-natural beauty she could put on almost anything and look outstanding. But now she found herself worrying over the impression she would make on War when they talked for the first time.

"Buffy are you ready yet, Hon? If you don't hurry you're going to be late. Come on Elizabeth we need to leave now."

"I'm almost done mom, I just have to find the right shoes!"

Buffy quickly redressed herself and ran out the door, she doubted that SHE would care about outward appearance. War was not that kind of person.

Rolling her eyes she got into her mother's car.

"Now Buffy I know that this is going to be hard for you but your going to make. If any one says anything just remember 'it’s a part of my past'. Now when you get to school remember that you go straight to first period…"

"Buffy, Buffy…BUFFY! Buffy we're here, get out of my car."

Buffy glanced up, she was indeed at Sunnydale High School. It Was time to start her first day.

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Part 3

It had been three hours since that morning when Joyce Summers had dropped her daughter of at school, and Buffy had yet to catch sight of War. She had Yet to say anything except when asked a question. That is until a second ago when she had bumped into this tall brunette who wouldn't stop talking. Something about being part of the cheerleading squad, otherwise known as the popular girls. However two seconds after Cordelia had begun to speak Buffy had spotted her. War sat across the quad. Her slim frame almost completely hidden by the shade of a tree. She also happened to be staring at Buffy.

"So why don't you just stop by the Bronze and meet the team. You do know where the Bronze is don't you?"

"Bronze… Oh you mean that club past the tracks. Yeah I know where that is. I went a couple of days ago."

"Good then, come to night and you initiation can begin," With that Cordelia waked off.

Buffy, who hadn't taken her eyes off the red-head in the course of the entire dialogue, turned and watched her go. When she glanced back to object the of her obsession she had vanished.

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It hadn't been a cool day for Buffy Summers, ever since the misunderstanding at lunch she had lost track of War. She knew that the girl was simply avoiding her and it tore her apart. Why had she been talking to that Cordelia girl, no way would War have liked her, she was way to shallow, and now she had lost her again.

The last class of the day, Buffy sure was glad. No more looking down the endless halls of Sunny High, she wanted to be at home, where she could mope over War on her own. She wanted to be away from the memory of her mistake, she wanted to be any where but here.

"Willow Rosenburg"

"Here"

Buffy's head snapped up off her desk and she spun around, that voice. There she was, last row sitting next to a shaggy haired boy, staring at her.

Part 4

It had been the longest science class Buffy had ever been through. The hair on the back of her neck was permanently on end. Every couple of minutes she had turned around to find War…no, Willow looking at her. It had taken all of her strength not to run from those piercing green eyes, but now it was over and she could go home. Home to absolute loneliness, home to a house that was too new and too empty.

Buffy couldn't say that she was overly upset about her parent's divorce. IT wasn't like they were a perfect couple, in fact most of their relationship had been going out and partying together. Soon or later it would have happened but she had always hoped that it would be later.

So at the end of Buffy Summers freshmen year in high school, after she had set her school on fire, Joyce Summers took her daughter and moved to Sunnydale. The divorce had been dealt with through the mail, until the last day in court. Buffy had not seen her father since. But she was planning to spend the summer with him, and there was her birthday. NO way would her dad miss her birthday.

End Part 4

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