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Summary: Xander is still heartbroken over the death of Anya when he meets women in a pub. No romantic Parings.

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > Xander-CenteredcallmeFaithFR71923031,9676 Jun 096 Jun 09Yes
Disclaimer: I did not create nor do I own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Doctor Who. I only own the story line and any characters I create.
A/N: This is just a short one-shot of a BTVS/Doctor Who crossover.


The past few weeks that Xander Harris had been in London he had been busy helping Giles and Buffy find a new location for the location of the New Council’s head quarters. During those couple of weeks he had been way too busy to really grieve properly for the death of Anya Jenkins, the woman who had stole his heart. But now that they had finally found their new location and were waiting for a team to construct the building to their specifications there was not much he could do anymore. He was not the type of person who would be able to help with the business part of the rebuilding. That was more a job for the others. So here he was sitting in a pub in the middle of London drinking his sorrows away. He sat on a bar stool nursing his jack and coke staring at the mirror across from him. He was not so sure he recognized who he was anymore. He stared at himself with his good eye. His other eye had been pulled out of the socket by a crazy priest named Caleb back in Sunnydale. Sometimes he almost believed that when Caleb pulled out his eye he took away a part of Xander as well. It was a part that Xander believed he would never find again. Xander took in his appearance. He had not slept in days since they had left for London almost immediately after the collapse of Sunnydale. They had left behind Dawn and Faith to make sure that the injured Slayers who needed medical attention were seen too. Xander had not even been allowed the time to get over his jet lag. They were thrown right into work to rebuild the fallen Watcher’s Council. Xander sighed as he took another swig of his drink. It was then that he noticed the woman beside him was staring into the mirror with the same look that Xander had on his face moments ago. He was not the type of person to let people sit in their misery, even though he allowed himself to do that.

“Are you alright?” Xander asked the woman.

“Huh?” the woman asked as she was stirred from her thoughts to find Xander staring at her.

“I asked you if you were alright,” Xander told her.

“You would never believe me if I told you,” the woman replied sadly.

“You’d be surprised with what I believe,” Xander told her with a small smile, “Xander Harris.”

Xander held out a hand and the woman quickly accepted it.

“Martha Jones.”

“Well Martha,” Xander said, “Tell me what you don’t think I’ll believe.”

Martha looked around before she turned to him and spoke quietly. She had not wanted anyone to over hear her story and think she was crazy. She did not want to end up in some crazy house. Though it was not clear why she was even telling this man her troubles. But something told her that when he said she would be surprised with what he believed in it was true. Martha began to tell Xander about The Doctor. She started from the beginning, of how she had met him when her hospital had been transported to the moon and had ended the story about what had happened earlier that day, of how she had left the Doctor because she knew he would never love her the way she loved him. When she was finished she expected Xander to look at her weird or tell her that she was insane to tell such a story. She was shocked at his response.

“It’s always hard to love someone who doesn’t love you back.”

He thought back to his days in High School in Sunnydale when he had loved Buffy Summers, but she had never returned those feelings.

“You believe me?” Martha asked surprised.

“Yeah,” Xander told her, “I do.”

Xander went on to tell Martha all about Anya. He started with how he had met her in high school and had ended with how she had died in the battle against the first.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Martha told him quietly.

Xander bowed his head. It had really helped to talk about his loss and not just try to drown it out in a bottle of liquor.

“But life goes on,” Xander told her.

Xander noticed Buffy and Willow out of the corner of his eye enter the bar. He knew they were there to make sure he was alright. Xander stood up to go towards his friends but before he did he turned to Martha for the last time.

“I never thought I would find someone like Anya and even though it hurts that she’s gone I wouldn’t give up a single day I spent with her. You’ll find someone that will love you right back. Don’t give up,” Xander told her.

Martha nodded. With that Xander Harris turned and headed over to his friends who had pulled him into a tight hug. It was then that Xander realized that he had to take his own advice. He would never find someone like Anya, but he knew that in Anya’s weird way she would want him to be happy. Xander held onto his friends tightly hoping that one day he would be happy again. He also hoped Martha Jones, the woman who had helped him as well, would find the happiness she deserved as well.

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