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Summary: Buffy jumps at the end of The Gift, but lands... in the Tardis? And then things get really interesting. Intergalactic mobsters, UNIT, Torchwood, and Henry VIII: yup, just another day.

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > Buffy-CenteredAngeliqueShadowFR151957,51776737,97022 Jul 0928 Mar 11No

What

Normally I stay clear of crossovers, but Life Past Death by jezaeiri and the videos for it were so good that I got addicted… and got ideas. So credit to jezaeiri for the original inspiration, Buffy and all characters/series plotlines belong to Joss Whedon, and all things Doctor Who and Torchwood belong to the BBC and RTDavies.

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“The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me.”

Buffy turned from Dawn’s teary face and ran. Taking in the last look at the sunrise she leapt and fell into the light.

By the time Dawn made it down to the bottom of the tower, everyone had gathered and was looking around to see what had happened. They all looked to her. Giles and Xander looked like they were asking her where Buffy was, but Giles face began to change as he took everything in. Spike had figured it out immediately, and was hunched over crying and avoiding the deadly rays shining from the sun in full force now. Willow was letting out a series of disbelieving screaming sobs as the realisation hit her. It wasn’t long before all of them knew and were grieving.

Buffy was gone… she had not only died to save them all, but her body had fallen through the portal and was gone.

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“So, now that we’ve freed the Ood, any other slaves to free, or should we just go blow something else up?”

The Doctor looked over the console to his current companion, Donna Noble. “Oi! I thought we might try something different this time. How about a trip to the third moon of Alos where the skies are deep green and the twin moons rise over the yellow sea?”

“Sounds like my kind of holiday,” Donna answered. “Is the sea really yellow?”

“Oh yes!” He had on his huge almost childlike grin as he flipped a lever.

One would think that after travelling a while in the Tardis the passengers would be prepared for a violent lurch each time the Doctor flips that lever. One would think that, but as always the two were hurled about the box with looks of complete surprise at the sudden shake. The centre console started popping and shooting off sparks, and the whole of the ship flared with a white light so bright it almost had a blue tint.

The light disappeared as quickly as it came; the Tardis came to a standstill. The Doctor gripped the side of the console and slowly pulled himself up. He looked at the controls to make sure they were safe and to see if he could tell what happened. He looked around for Donna and was about to call out to her when he spotted a blonde girl in a white jumper lying face first on the Tardis floor.

“What?”

“I’m all right!” he heard Donna call.

He ignored it, still stunned that someone could have come on board mid flight. “What?” he repeated, unable to say anything else while his clever brain ran through all possible ways that she could have come on board but was finding nothing.

“I said I’m… oh my god!” Donna had gotten up and noticed the girl.

“What?”

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(Doctor Who Opening Credits)

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“Never mind ‘what’,” Donna said rushing over to the girl and rolling the body over. “We should help her? Who is she?”

When the Doctor saw the face he let out a breath that he had been holding. Though blonde, she wasn’t Rose. One impossible thing struck from the list. Donna checked the pockets of the girl’s jeans.

“She doesn’t have an ID. Who is she?”

The blonde girl started to stir, so the Doctor helped Donna move her to the seats and propped her up there. The Doctor then turned back to the consoles to run a few scans and see just what happened, mumbling that it was all completely impossible.

“Well, what about me, Doctor?” Donna asked. “Is it those huey particles again?”

“Huon. No, I’m not getting any huon readings. Hello! What’s…” the Doctor continued to mumble and think out loud while Donna turned her attention back to the girl.

The girl regained consciousness with a jolt and a gasp and was immediately alert. Donna had a comforting but firm hold on the girl’s shoulder to keep her still.

“It’s all right. You’re safe… in the Tardis. I’m Donna.”

“What? Is this another dimension? Did it work? Is Dawn safe? What happened?”

While the girl was asking questions, the Doctor had pulled out the sonic screwdriver and his stethoscope. He was waving the screwdriver around her, both her and Donna looking like they’d just love to swat the thing out of his hand. When he was about to check her with the stethoscope she pushed him roughly away, with far more force than one of her size should have.

“Oi!” the Doctor shouted.

“It’s all right,” Donna said. “He’s the Doctor. We’re just trying to help.”

“Who are you? Where am I?” If the girl hadn’t been suddenly teleported into the Tardis Donna would have been really annoyed at having to repeat herself.

“I’m Donna, Donna Noble, and that’s the Doctor. You’re in the Tardis. You’re safe.”

“The huh now?” The girl was definitely American.

“Blimey, she’s just like you,” the Doctor said with a roll of his eyes towards Donna.

“Oi! Watch it Spaceman!”

“Spaceman?” the girl asked.

The Doctor winced. “Yeah, it’s… it’s gonna take a while to explain. But like Donna said, I’m the Doctor, and you’ve just been pulled into the Tardis, my… spaceship.”

The girl stared at him with a disbelieving expression and open mouth. “Get out!”

“It seems the Tardis passed through a spatio-temporal singularity,” he continued while glancing over at the screen. “I may have accidently forgotten to put up the Tardis shields, so the singularity connected with the time vortex, and BAM! we’ve got a visitor. Now the question is… how did you end up in a spatio-temporal singularity that had it not closed would have grown large enough to swallow the entire universe?” By this time he had turned and looked the girl squarely in the eye.

“I jumped,” she answered simply.

“You jumped?” the Doctor repeated.

“Doctor, maybe this can wait,” Donna interrupted. “I mean, is she all right and everything? And what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“I’m fine. Well, my name’s not actually fine. It’s Buffy. And you’re Donna, and you’re…” She turned to the Doctor. “Doctor who?”

“Just the Doctor.”

“You get used to him,” Donna said.

“But what kind of name is the Doctor?”

“What kind of name is Buffy?” he asked right back. He was being rude again.

“Hey! My mom gave me that name.”

“And where was she from? What year?”

“What?”

“I think he more wants to know where and when you are from,” Donna put in.

“Is the when important?” Buffy asked.

“When you’re with him, yeah,” Donna said. “He travels through time and space… and runs a lot.”

“Ok, I’m from Sunnydale, California. 2001.”

The Doctor frowned. “Then how does a seemingly normal young woman from 2001 have ten times the strength of a healthy human male?”

She took a moment to answer. “I’m the Slayer.”

“And what does that mean?” he asked.

“Vampire Slayer? The Chosen One? She who hangs out in graveyards? You travel in time and space and you’ve never heard of the Slayer?”

The Doctor looked liked he was searching his memory. “I thought that was just a myth.”

“Nope.”

“Wait, Doctor,” Donna said. “Are you telling me there are really vampires?”

“Plasmavores, but yes. Buffy, maybe you should explain why you jumped.”

“Vampires are real?” Donna cut in again. “So could we go and meet Dracula? Don’t tell me we could meet Dracula!”

“No,” Buffy said. “I slayed him.”

“You slayed Dracula?” It was a typical Donna-attitude infused question, her head rolled as she stretched out the word ‘slayed’.

“Yeah.”

“How can there be vampires? Are they alien, Doctor?”

“No, of course not. Well… I say of course not, but if you consider that it was originally a plasmavore that crashed to earth, suffered some mutation due to the radiation of its vessel, and then began infecting humans, you might consider them fundamentally to be aliens.”

“Does he talk like this often?” Buffy asked Donna.

“Oh yes,” she replied.

“But you’re really saying vampires are aliens?” Buffy looked incredulously at him. “They’re demons. One type of many different demons. And if they’re aliens then why do crosses hurt them?”

“I’m not sure,” the Doctor mumbled running a hand through his hair. “But aliens, demons, races from different dimensions, it’s all the same in the end. But Buffy… you jumped. What on to?”

“There was this hell god, Glory. She… she used… she opened a portal to return to her own hell dimension, but if it wasn’t closed then all the dimensions would destroy each other. I had to close it.”

“By jumping into it?” the Doctor asked.

“I had to. It was the only way.”

The Doctor looked as if he knew there had to more to it than that, but he let it stand.

“Was that portal what we ran into?” Donna asked to make sure she understood what was going on.

“Yes, but that still doesn’t explain…” the Doctor trailed off while staring at Buffy. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

“What?”

“What exactly dragged you into the Tardis,” he finished. “No matter how the singularity was formed or closed, it really shouldn’t have done that.”

“Does it really matter?” Buffy asked. “Can’t you just take me home? They must all think I’m dead.”

“Sure,” the Doctor nodded. “If that’s what you want.”

He turned to the controls and started pushing buttons, flipping levers, and spinning the round thingy. The Tardis engines started to sound, the centre column moving up and down, but then with a bump it all went silent. While the Doctor ran around the console to check the screen, the engines started again and the three passengers were thrown to the floor.

“Behave!” the Doctor shouted to his ship as he grabbed hold of the side of the controls and tried to regain control over them, grabbing the mallet and hitting a panel, turning a knob, pulling a lever.

“Doctor!” Donna shouted. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know where we’re going.”

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