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This story is No. 2 in the series "Doc Xander". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Xander the Time Lord speaks with some of the other people in Sunnydale. Now with a teaser for a future story inside!

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > Xander-Centered(Current Donor)RngrThorneFR1587,49036135,4299 Oct 0930 Sep 10No

Chapter One: Spike

I do not own these characters. If you think I do you need help more than I do. Nope, neither the BTVS or those borrowed from Dr. Who are mine. However if I ever see them on sale anywhere . . .


The first thing Spike noticed when he stepped into the bomb shelter was the blue Police Box at the bottom of the stairs. Before he could get up a good collection of swear words the three figures in front of it came into focus. Two were leaning against the door and looking up at him in clear annoyance. Xander and Buffy looked at each other and sighed. They moved away from the box far enough for Buffy to grab the third person and drag them into the TARDIS, leaving Xander alone.

“You’re late,” Xander observed as he closed the door Buffy had gone through. “We’ve already gotten the others out.”

“So why are you still here?” Spike asked as he moved down the stairs. He motioned for the others to wait then stood in front of Xander.

“I wanted to warn you,” came the calm voice.

“Warn me?” Putting his hands to his chest, the vampire look shocked. “Well, then, Doc Wannabe, lay the big bad warning on me.”

“I’ve seen the big bad wolf,” Xander almost whispered. “I’ve seen many of them, and I’ve stopped all of them. And they were much bigger than you. Leave this place. Find somewhere and live in peace, William. Don’t force me to destroy you.”

“You? Destroy me?”

Xander held up something the size of a cold medicine capsule. “This is a micro-solar emitter. It’s had three days in orbit to absorb the rays of the sun. All I have to do is break the seal and every vampire in this room will be dust.”

“So why don’t you?”

“The tick-tock man talks of tomorrows like yesterdays and yesterdays like tomorrows,” Drusilla said from the upper level. “He holds light in his hands and sound in his pocket.”

Spike looked from her to the capsule, then swallowed. He looked confused for a moment, then asked, “So why destroy me, then? Get me out of the way?”

“Because I can see all the options,” Xander told him. “All your paths are before you, William. Despite all the evil that you’ve done you still have the capacity for love.” He looked up at Drusilla. “You care for her and want her well. No one who was just a monster would do that.”

“So, because I look after Dru I’m not a monster?”

“No, you’re a monster.” Xander put the capsule back in his pocket. “It’s just not all that you are.”

“I happen to like being a monster.”

The Time Lord scowled. “The easy way is not the best way, William. The best way takes work and dedication.” After a glance at Drusilla he added, “Like taking care of those we love.”

Spike looked up at her for a long moment. “I suppose so.”

Xander took a deep breath then said, “I don’t know anything about vampire physiology so I’m afraid I can’t help you with her. But I meant what I said about getting out of here.” A deep undercurrent of menace was suddenly in his voice. “This is your one and only chance, William. Take it.”

With no body heat of their own it should have been impossible for Spike to suddenly feel as if his blood and gone cold. But the words and the look in the young man’s eyes made the chill appear anyway. Before he could force himself to move or speak, however, Xander had stepped into the blue box and closed the door.

“Where’s he think he’s going to go in there?” one of the others asked just before a wind kicked up and the electronic groaning/grinding noise heralded the exit of the TARDIS.

“Well, that’s different,” another said.
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