Title: Strange Chaps with Bad Teeth
Crossing: BtVS/Doctor Who
Characters: Faith, the Brigadier
Summary: Faith escorts an ally of the Watchers Council in London. Mayhem ensues. Set post-Chosen.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Doctor Who in any manner. If I did though, that would rock.
Author’s Notes: A really short one, this is one of those ideas that I had at work, and I wrote it when I should have been working. Bad Mike! I hope you enjoy.
London, early morning, 2004
“Get down, Gramps!”
Faith shoved the older man that Giles had assigned her to watch to the ground as a vampire leapt over her. More surrounded them.
Ignoring the Slayer, the older man dusted himself off, then whipped out a Webley pistol. Calmly he started shooting the vampires in the chest with well-practiced skill.
“Gramps, guns don’t work on vamps…” Faith began to say. Then vampire after vampire crumbled into dust.
“How the hell did you do that with a gun?”
“Silver bullets with a tip made out of petrified wood, blessed by a holy man,” the older man said as he began to pick out the bullet casings from the piles of dust that once were vampires. “Quite deadly to this lot. I am a very good shot.”
Faith whistled. “Wicked! I could use me some of those, Gramps.”
The older man let his ordinarily stern features break into a smile. “Sorry, my dear. They were a gift from a very old friend of mine designed for situations like this. Those were all of the ones I had left. And do stop calling me ‘Gramps.’”
Faith had to laugh. “Okay, Brigadier.”
As they walked into the London night, Faith turned over to the Brigadier.
“Gotta admit that was some great shootin’ back there, Brig,” she said. “You ended that pretty quick.”
Retired Brigadier Alastair Lethbridge-Stewart, late of UNIT UK, current UNIT liaison to the New Watchers Council, had to chuckle. Young Faith would have driven the Doctor crazy in no short order.
“My dear girl, I did not survive alien invasions, Daleks, Cybermen, mad scientists, demons, the Master, bureaucratic twits, Ms. Grant, time paradoxes, the end of the world, and the Doctor, only to be killed by some snarling chaps with bad teeth, yellow eyes, and ridges.
“That would be a rather anticlimactic ending to it all, don’t you think, Ms. LeHane?”