What's With the Accent? (Buffy/Rose Tyler)
Don't own Buffy or Doctor WhoAuthor's Note:
Just a snippet of an idea that's run through my mind from time to time.
Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, she didn't appear to be wearing any obvious makeup, and her clothes were in style but nothing more complicated than jeans and a black t-shirt, coupled with a black leather jacket. She looked entirely too carefree strolling casually through a cemetary with a sharp-looking piece of wood in her grasp.
"Who is she and what has she done with my sister?"
The Doctor threw a glance over to his young companion, who was currently sporting a slack-jawed expression to the petite girl they were observing. "Not what you were expecting, eh?"
Rose shook her head to clear her thoughts, but still looked pretty dumbfounded. "Are you kidding?" She gestred wildly towards her younger sister. "This is Buffy
we're talking about. The girl was a cheerleader. She didn't leave the house until every last strand of her perfect hair was in place."
He raised an eyebrow. "And the part where she's creeping through a field of dead bodies doesn't unnerve you?"
She scowled. "Of course it does! I mean, I'm gone for a year
," she stressed with a narrow-eyed look in his direction. "She's burnt down a school building, been shipped to the States, and has apparently grown a fondness for graveyards. And a not completely vapid personality. Excuse me while I deal with one crisis at a ti-"
Both their head whipped back around at the exclamation, only to find the subject in question get knocked roughly to the ground, flip back to her feet, and deliver a vicious kick to her attacker. The fight continued on, and Rose couldn't stop her eyes from widening at the sight of her sister - her little
sister kicking the arse of some random bloke who she swore hadn't been there before.
Forcing herself out of her shock, she started towards Buffy forcefully. Only to be stopped by a familiar hand pulling her roughly back by the shoulder.
She glared at him "What do you think you're-"
"Shh!" The Doctor stopped her rant. "Watch."
Her eyes bugged and she tried to pull away. "Are you kidding me?"
"Rose, your sister most definitely knows what she's doing. I'm sure of it." She turned both of them towards Buffy, who was still dealing with whoever the bloody hell thought they could try to hurt her sister like that. "This is what she does. Like me traveling through time. She's fantastic!"
Rose kept her eyes towards the younger Tyler (or Summers, since apparently Aunt Joyce had gained more favor with her than mum ever had) and tried to see what exactly the Doctor expected her to see since he wasn't about to let her go. It took a moment, but she eventually saw it, in her eyes and the way she moved.
"She's winning," she whispered in awe. "She's really winning, and she's.... She knows it. She's enjoying
it." She looked closer, noticing something else completely unexpected. "His face!"
"Ah, you remember that bit Jackie said about her claiming to fight monsters?"
Before she could say anything further, Buffy thrust the piece of wood in her hand into her opponent's chest, and then there was nothing but dust.
"Well," the slayer said as she straightened herself, not even looking out of breathe. "that was fun."
"So, ready to Bronze it tonight?" The unexpected voice came from off to the side, revealing a young man of about the same age and a a redhead who looked far too calm to have see what just occured. But Buffy just smiled and and slid her stake into her jacket.
"You know it!" She looked down at her clothes and briefly wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, vamp dust. For demons who clean after themselves they can be a real pain in the ass to the laundry bill."
The three teens took off in another direction, out of the graveyard, leaving a stumped older sister and grinning Doctor.
After a moment, all Rose could say was, "When did she get that ridiculous accent?"