Part 1 – He Shoots, He Misses (Again) by Booster
Author's note : The Buffyverse still belongs to Joss Whedon, Doctor Who is still the property of the dreaded BBC. Once again, this is a cliffhanger fic between myself and MoragMacPherson. We promise to both be trying our best to totally stump the other, volleying the story back and forth between us. So yet again, we're not sure where it's going to wind up. Though I do have evil, evil plans....
If you haven't read it already, we suggest you might want to read the first story featuring our cast : Things to Do When the Universe Ends.
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“….No, really, you’ll love Martha! She’s a great doctor and one of my favourite people. Plus, she doesn’t get phased easily which’ll come in handy with you,” the Doctor exclaimed, stepping out of the TARDIS door.
His face fell as he glanced around the dark metal corridor they were in. Dawn Summers, one-time meta-physical concept in human teenager form and now owner of a brand new Time Lord circulatory system, charged after him. “Oi!” she yelled, “What do you mean, ‘come in handy’?”
The Doctor had pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and was busy using the light on it to examine a nearby panel. “Mmm?” he said absently, “Oh, I just meant that after travelling with me for a while, she’s used to the utterly bizarre.”
“Wait, did you just insult me or yourself?” Dawn said with a confused look on her face. She looked around at their landing spot for the first time. “And this doesn’t look very twenty-first century London or wherever you said we were off to.”
“Whatever. You’re the one who set the controls this time.”
“Well, maybe this time you should go and check the internal settings before leaving the TARDIS.” The Doctor grunted as the faceplate of the panel came off in his hands, and he slowly lowered it to the floor. “Interesting,” he said, shining the light from the sonic screwdriver over the workings inside, “Looks like a mixture of both high tech components and low quality connections.”
Dawn had wandered over to the opposite wall and studied the large blank wall panel in front of her. “So not your errand-girl here. Talk to the lizard, cos I still don’t care. You’re saying this place is a kludge of stuff thrown together? Like the TARDIS?”
The Doctor quirked an eyebrow in her general direction. “That’s not very kind. The TARDIS was not designed by a mad committee with all the design flair of a blind Gastropollitan Molusc.” Popping his glasses on, he peered closely at the circuitry. “Early 26th Century at a guess, or some point after that,” he said, resisting a sneer.
He wandered back to the TARDIS door, and stuck his head inside. The seven foot tall lizard inside with a black cowboy hat on looked up from the chair he was happily settled on. “Ith there a problem, Doctor?” he lisped.
“Not entirely sure, Clark,” the Doctor said thoughtfully, “What does the console say our destination is again?”
Clark put down the book he was reading, and stretched his neck somewhat until he could see the correct panel on the TARDIS console. “Theptember thixth, two thouthsand and nine, London.”
Out in the corridor, Dawn’s eyes narrowed as she spotted a lever next to the large panel. “Well, the time bit is definitely all wrong then.”
She stepped forward and pulled the lever down. There was a loud grating noise, and the panel rose up, exposing a viewscreen behind it, its light spilling out into the dark corridor illuminating everything. Outside was a busy sight. Across the starry expanse floated several planets, a couple of large space stations and quite a number of tiny spaceships moving slowly through space. One soared majestically past them, close enough for Dawn to read the name on the front prow: Top Banana.
“Call it a hunch, but probably not UNIT headquarters either then?”
~ + ~Over to you, Morag.