Books in hand, Buffy went off to face the rest of her day. She had Trig, and then Biology where she was partnered with a shy blonde named Tara McClay. She also met Liz Parker who sat at the table across the aisle with her lab partner, a very quiet seeming almost timid Max Evans. She soon learned that she shared the following French class as well as most of her classes with Tara and Liz... Both girls offered to help her catch up in her classes, an offer Buffy gladly took.

Liz had also mentioned her best friend Maria and invited both Buffy and Tara to the Bronze, the local club, that night to meet her. Happy to already be expanding her social circle Buffy agreed to meet the girls there. She was looking forward to the chance to have fun. Hopefully, nothing that required the Slayer's services would be happening tonight.

After French was over, Buffy and Tara headed to gym class where Buffy met up with Cordelia again.

"I leave you alone for one minute and you're already picking up strays," Cordelia said gazing at Tara.

Tara blanched and stammered, "I - di - di - didn't know you were f- friends with Cor-de-delia. I - I - I'll leave."

"No. Stay." Buffy laid her hand on Tara's arm, which made the blond blush. "I really do want to be your friend."

Cordelia sniffed. "Ignoring your impending social doom for one minute, I have to tell you that gym has been cancelled."

"What? Why?"

"They found a dead guy stashed in Aura's locker. Can you believe it?"

Oh, this was bad. "Did you see him? Were there any marks on him?"

"Ew. No!Morbid much? What is with you? Of course I didn't see him. Suddenly I'm not regretting your social downturn as much."

"I have to go." Buffy left Tara and Cordelia standing in the hall while she headed to the library in search of her Watcher.

Turning a corner she collided with Oz for the second time that day. "Have you heard?" She asked him as they untangled themselves and Oz helped her stand up.

"About Dead Dave?"

"His name was Dave?" Buffy asked curiously.

"No."Oz shook his head. "I just like the alliteration."

"Oh." Buffy cocked her head to the side. "Well, I'm headed to the library to find out what's the what. You want to come?" It was a split second decision, but it seemed right, like fate had made her crash into him for a reason other than she was clumsy and should look where she was going. Her instincts were telling her it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing for Oz to find out she was the Slayer and the librarian her Watcher.


A short walk later they were outside the library doors. "Wesley!" Buffy called as she and Oz made their way inside the library.

"Buffy, I'm glad you showed up." Wesley's voice could be heard from the office getting closer. "It's about the dead boy in the locker-" He stopped short as he saw Oz. "Oh. Hello. I didn't realize you brought a friend. Not that that should make a difference," he stammered then laughed uneasily.

"It's alright Wesley. He knows about this town. You can talk in front of him."

Wesley drew himself up. That strict british posture seeming even more stiff. "Buffy, this is highly irregular. The Slayer has always fought alone with only her Watcher to guide her. Friends, family, these are all distractions."

"Yeah well, it's my life, my secret, my choice. And I choose to tell Oz and anyone else I make up my mind to. I won't give up having a life outside of Slaying. It just won't happen, so you're going to have to deal."

With that, Buffy turned to Oz and said, "Oz, meet the Slayer: pest control for all vampires, demons, and other assorted evils. The package come with extra strength, enhanced senses, and prophetic dreams at no extra charge."

"Oh honestly," Wesley interrupted. "Well if you're going to do this, at least do it properly. In every generation, there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer. I am her Watcher, chosen by the Oracles to guide and train the Slayer in her duties. Which now apparently include a dead body on campus. Were you able to see it, determine if it's death was of supernatural origins?"

"That's a big, fat nope," Buffy answered, popping the 'p'.

"Well, no matter. I have a contact at the morgue. I shall endeavor to find out all that I can. In the meantime, you be on the alert. We don't know if this is just the first. It is especially troubling that this happened on campus. We are quite literally at this moment standing on the mouth of Hell."

"You mean the opening is under the school library?" Buffy asked incredulously. "That's ironic and vaguely disturbing."

"And all the more reason to be vigilant and wary. I shall see you later. I have things to do." With that, Wesley walked back into his office.

Buffy turned to Oz. "Are you okay with this? I know it's a lot to spring on a person."

"Nah, I'm cool. So, are you really super strong?"

In answer, Buffy reached out and lifted Oz with just a couple fingers and her thumb of one hand on his shirt.

"Awesome." Oz smiled.