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This story is No. 1 in the series "Doc Xander". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Xander goes as someone from a movie based on an old tv show.

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > Xander-Centered(Current Donor)RngrThorneFR1864,76984643,89627 May 0927 May 09Yes
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Chapter Two

“Isn’t Halloween in two weeks?” Xander asked Willow as they watched Snyder stalk the halls with his clipboard and pen.

“Yep,” she replied as she purposefully popped the ‘p’.

“So Snyder is getting a head start, then?”

His voice from behind Xander caused both teens to jump. “Indeed, Harris. I decided to make certain that I caught all you future drags on society and for that I did need a head start. Now,” he held out the clipboard, “sign your name so I don’t have to worry about what you’ll be doing that night.”

DXDXDX

“He is coming,” Drusilla said in a sing-song voice as she twirled into the room. “The Slayer is gone but the tick-tock man is here.”

“What’s that about the Slayer?” Spike asked as he put on his jacket. “You said she’d be weak tonight, love.”

“She is,” Drusilla confirmed. “But the lord of time is with her.”

“Lord of time?” Spike knew of one man the title fit, but he wasn’t real.

“He’s looking for his box.” Drusilla smiled. “His blue box holds many many things. Miss Edith says it’s special.”

“Blue box.” Spike smiled. “Thanks, love.” He kissed her cheek before slipping out into the night. “No poser with a phone booth is going to keep me from getting my Slayer tonight,” he promised himself.

DXDXDX

“Is that you friend?” the Doctor asked, pulling Willow from her memory. The young woman in the red dress was sitting at the base of a tree nearby, screaming at a car that was going past in fear.

“Buffy!” Willow cried out as she charged through the sprinklers without getting wet.

“Hmm,” the Doctor mused as he went quickly around them, “the molecules of the water passed through her as is she were only a projection. She’s not acting like a projection, though.”

“Doctor!” Willow yelled at him.

“Oh well, here we go again,” he said, managing to only smile a little as he darted through the water. “Hello, there,” the Time Lord told the woman who was still huddled at the base of the tree. “I’m the Doctor.”

“The Doctor?” she asked, confused. “Doctor who?”

“Just the Doctor,” he affirmed.

Buffy pointed at Willow. “And who is she?”

“I’m Willow,” the redhead provided. She looked around when a scream sounded nearby. “We need to get somewhere safe,” she told the Doctor.

“I know just the place,” the Doctor said. He looked confused for a moment. “But I can’t remember where I parked it.”

“Parked what?”

“My TARDIS.”

“Oh.” Willow shrugged. “It’s at the high school. Which,” she brightened, “is where Giles is. He’ll know what to do!”
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