Part 1 - The End and What Comes Next
Author's Notes: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon, Doctor Who is the property of the dreaded BBC. And Offler was dreamed up by Sir Terry Pratchett, not that that matters (or does it?) This is a cliffhanger fic: Booster and I will be volleying the story back and forth, so we're not sure where it's going to wind up. This means that your reviews are potentially very influential on the story. Let us know what you think.
The Doctor couldn't help himself.
Really, he couldn't.
From the moment that the Master had told him that this
was the end of the universe, the Doctor had experienced this compulsion to see if there wasn't by any chance a little something more. He just couldn't wrap his five dimensional thinking around the idea of the universe having a terminal point. Not without, well, at the very least, he had to see it for himself.
What was he expecting? The White and Black Guardians, wiping down the tables and turning out the lights? He didn't really know. It all came to a head when he wound up getting drunk on rice wine with Lao Tzu and his flatulent water buffalo. Lao Tzu pronounced that a thing which occurs unobserved doesn't really happen at all, and that if the universe was truly destined to end, than who would be a better witness to its demise than His Most Eminent Timeliness*?
Thus it was that the Doctor headed to the end of the universe with an uncharacteristic (in this incarnation anyway) five o'clock shadow. Also, while wearing his blue slacks with his brown jacket. And smelling, ever so vaguely, of alcohol and methane. But after all, it wasn't like there was going to be anyone there to see him.
Except there she was, sitting in the black of the firmament.
The Doctor stopped cold in the threshold of the TARDIS. "Who in the blazes are you?"
She looked down at her own body before answering him. "I'm the anthropomorphic embodiment of a dimensionally transcendent physical constant." Now she looked up at him. "I think they used to call me Dawn."
*The Doctor was never sure if Lao Tzu gave him this title in earnest or if the old coot was making fun of him, but suspected the latter.