Jack walked into his office and sat behind his desk. He saw the note and frowned. It was a simple folded sheet of paper with his name on it. He took it and opened it. A huge smile stretched across his face as he read. Finally, he put the note into a drawer as Ianto walked in.
“We tried to reach Buffy but there’s no answer.”
Jack stood up and grabbed him by his tie. Before kissing him, he just said, “Don’t search. She’s exactly where she needs to be.”¤
She was waiting patiently, leaning against the wall of the alley. She seemed calm. However, she was anything but. She was anxious, afraid, excited, impatient and so much more. The strange sound rose from nowhere and her heart started beating furiously. The Blue Police Box appeared slowly then materialized completely. She pulled away from the wall.
The door opened and the man she had seen days before on the screen in the Hub appeared. He was wearing the same suit and Converse shoes. He was tall and lean. He looked at her with a look of slight annoyance on his face but there was something so much more in his eyes. He stayed in the doorstep of his spaceship. She tried to look behind him, inside his TARDIS.
Pain and sadness flashed in his eyes.
She hadn’t met the woman but she knew that in a twisted way she was the one who had saved them all. She would have liked to have met the woman. One day, she would ask why she had left the Doctor, but now, the emotions dancing inside his eyes was telling her that it was not the time or the place to have this conversation with the man — this alien — in front of her. She thought about the last week and how everything had come so close to the end, for everything. The end of human race. It had been like a wake-up call for her, the last push she needed to finally take her life into her hands and make the changes she needed, without even having realized it before.
“You called me. Why?” he asked.
She took a deep breath.
“Do you know what I am?”
“Yes. Jack told me about you. The Slayer. A creature of myth. I’ve heard of it but never met one. Such a big duty shouldn’t have been put on a young girl’s shoulders.”
His anger comforted her.
“I’ve been fighting for eleven years,” she said. “Okay, I didn’t save the universe but I did save the Earth a few times.”
One of his eyebrows went up. He didn’t interrupt her and his silence was making her nervous.
“According to Jack, you don’t like to travel alone.”
“Maybe it’s better that way.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
He seemed to lose patience. He ran a hand through his hair and asked tiredly, “What do you want?”
She took a step forward. Her speech was ready. She had been playing the scene over and over again in her head since calling him so many days ago and setting up this meeting.
“I wasn’t supposed to live past eighteen. But I did. I died three times, saved the world, changed history and fought every day. Because I had no choice. Then when I did get one, I kept on doing it because I didn’t know what to else to do. But then I met Jack, joined Torchwood and they showed me how big the universe really was. They opened my eyes, healed me and showed me everything I was missing.”
She took another step forward. He was looking at her with interest in his eyes now. She went on.
“You asked what I want? I want to live for myself. I want to travel, to discover new horizons. I want to wake up every morning and be happy and excited to see what the day will be like. I want to see wonders, to go anywhere and everywhere. I want to know hope and joy again. I want to be pleasantly surprised and mesmerized. I want to travel with you, Doctor.”
He eyed her with a mix of curiosity and seriousness.
“My life is dangerous. Ask Jack, or Martha, or Sarah Jane. I’ve put them all in danger, changed them forever. And in the end, they all left me.”
“But none of them would change that, even if they could. Their time with you was the most incredible of their lives. As for the dangerous part… come on; I’m the Slayer.”
He smiled at that but quickly contained himself.
“You work for Torchwood.”
“Jack’s my boss. He’ll take care of that.”
“And your family?”
“My sister may never wake up. Giles will take care of her. Xander’s dead and Willow is stuck inside her own little world. I have nothing left. As for the ones here in Cardiff, I’ll keep in touch. I heard you got that super-cellphone working everywhere and everywhen.”
“You’ll have no regrets? You can still find a nice job, a nice man, start a nice family, and live a nice and normal life.”
“That's never been for me. A normal job would bore me. As for men? My taste in them is dreadful. I’m better single, believe me. I’m not cut out for a nice and normal life.”
“Maybe we won’t be able to stand each other.”
“That won’t happen. I’m cute, smart, funny and a trouble magnet. Think of all the great adventures we could have, you and me.”
She had been inching closer to him while they spoke, retorting quickly without really thinking. She was smaller than him so she had to look up. She could nearly see the wheels turning inside his head. She knew she had won long before he did. Or maybe he was just playing with her? A big grin finally appeared on his face.
“Maybe proper introductions are in order?” he asked, extending his hand. “I’m the Doctor.”
“I’m Buffy Summers.”
They shook hands and he disappeared inside the Blue Box, leaving the door open. She smiled and bounced inside. He looked at her expectantly and after a few seconds and a lack of reaction, he pouted.
“What? No reaction?”
She frowned then shrugged when she understood why he asked that.
“It’s just bigger on the inside.”
He shook his head, smiling widely.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”
She closed the door after one last glance up and down the street. She joined the Doctor excitedly near the weird central console and he looked at her, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“So what do you want for your first trip Buffy Summers? Past or future?”
She felt a wave of joy, like nothing she had ever felt since being Called. She let it wash over her and, with a big smile, replied, “Future, Doctor. Definitely the future.”