TITLE:	Girls just wanna have... prophecies?
AUTHOR:	-Andy- ( see2go4me@yahoo.com)
RATING:	18?
STATUS:	Rough Draft/outline/Idea
DISCLAIMER:	All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox Television, and others. I'm responsible for this story.
SUMMARY:	What if Willow knew she was gay before she met Buffy? And everyone else knew it also? A Re-envisioning of Seasons 1 thru 3.
SPOILERS:	Season 1 of BtVS.
DISTRIBUTION:	Ikoly, BwW, and my fanfic pages. Anyone else, e-mail me please.

In which assorted things happen to our heroes. (A Season 1 wrap-up)

• Buffy's first personal experience with Death
• Angel issues
• A small bite with the Master

She also suspected that if she could get her hands on that magazine that there were probably other things stuck in it, like lists of demons Buffy was supposed to be learning about or something equally useful for a slayer to know. Buffy seemed to think that it was her sworn duty to appear shallow and clueless, no matter how smart she might actually be. Sure, she wasn't willing to devote as much time to her classes as Willow but it had taken her less than a month to catch up on half a year's worth of classes.

She'd almost caught Buffy several times in the last month doing something like that. It had almost become a game between them.

She'd yet to get a clear explanation from Giles, and he was still keeping her away from the books actually about slayers, but she suspected that dumb girls didn't become slayers. Buffy's language skills, seemed at odds with her interests. She paid no attention in her math or science classes and their tutoring sessions has devolved into homework sessions devote to those subjects.

Buffy grinned from behind her magazine. She knew it bugged Willow, but she couldn't help it. All of the things Giles seemed intent on forcing down her throat, figuratively speaking because ew..., just seemed to go down better in small doses. Giles just shook his head at the game she was playing, taking her rather vocal dismissal of anything related to her destiny in stride while providing her with information he felt she should know in more digestible chunks.

She knew she couldn't really hide anything from him. He seemed to have a much better grasp of the potential skills and abilities of slayers than even Merrick had shown. He even knew that she'd gained the rare ability to pick up ancient, and frankly boring, and demon languages quickly and easily. But as long as he kept Willow away from the seedier, in her opinion, aspects of what being a slayer really meant she wasn't going to complain.

Think back over the last few months, she was amazed at the number of things that had happened and wondered if life in Sunnydale would always be so death defying and chaotic. They'd yet to find out exactly where that Hellmouth thing really was but she had her suspicions.

The shock at finding out that their mysterious informant was once one of the most vicious vampires of the last two centuries had already started to abate. Buffy was finding the whole reformed evil guy thing to be oddly compelling. The vampire thing was a bit of a turn-off, she spent enough time washing their dust out of her face and hair, but it, no he, was definitely high on the eye candy scale.

Cordelia's recent behavior, on the other hand, was just disturbing on so many levels. If Willow hadn't assured her that Cordelia definitely fell on the guy side of the fence (though how she knew that was a mystery), she would have thought Cordelia was crushing on her. All she could think was that it was turning into a bad case of hero worship. It must have finally gotten through her WASPy head that Buffy was constantly saving her from something.