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This story is No. 2 in the series "The Extraordinary and Unusual Adventures of Squad3". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Squad Three, meet Torchwood. This is going to be interesting

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Multiple Crossings > Spike-CenteredGwirryFR1564,549053,00130 Jun 1118 Oct 11No

Weevils and Vampires and Slayers, oh my!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own. End of story.


There are 14258 Slayers worldwide. 14000 work with the New Watcher’s Council. 250 want nothing to do with the calling. 3 are in Council holding cells. Four are classified as rogue. One is on the equivalent of the Mossad Red list, and all council operatives have orders to shoot her on sight. That’s me. Pippa Fletcher. Welcome to my life.


Pippa Fletcher pulled herself up onto the wall outside the cemetery and watched as her foster sister, Vi, fought a group of Vampires. Drumming the heels of her Doc Martens against the ancient stonework, she waited while her red-headed friend decimated the group and then jumped down, easily sliding into step as the two proceeded into the main street outside. It was two o’clock in the morning.

“Father said we were going to make contact with the other white hats here today.” Pippa said, bouncing on the balls of her feet as the two girls made their way back to the NOT Hyperion Hotel that had yet to be named, despite the fact the girls called it HQ, and Andrew, Matt and Nico called it Professor Xavier’s Academy. Vi rolled her eyes at the silly grin that appeared on her new sister’s face the minute she called Spike Father. It must have been something to do with the shiny new forged adoption certificate in the desk draw of Spike and Xander’s office. They rounded the corner and almost ran smack bang into the crazy almost-turok-han thing.

They may have been Vampire Slayers, but running into something that has more need of a dermatologist than the Master with no warning still scares a girl.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” the two of them yelled in unison.

The weevil stared at them oddly.

Captain Jack Harkness and Gwen Cooper rounded the corner behind the weevil and ended up staring straight into the faces of the vampires who were sneaking up on Vi and Pippa.


In perfect synchronisation, the Slayers realised there was something behind them, and pivoted to deal with it, while Jack dealt with one incredibly confused weevil. As the vampires crumbled to dust, and Pippa and Vi exchanged a high-five, while Pippa giggled over ‘synchronised Slaying’, Jack asked the girls what definitely started out as a calm question, but ended up sounding more like a frantic demand.

“Who are you?”

Vi and Pippa smirked. The carbon copy of Spike’s smirk strikes again.

“I’m Vi, and this is Pippa.”

“We’re sisters.”

“You don’t look alike.” Jack said.

“Foster sisters.” Vi replied, rolling her eyes. “Pippa looks like Father more, though.”

“Who’s your father?”

“Who are you?” countered Pippa.

“My name is Captain Jack Harkness. I work with Torchwood.”

“Oh! In that case then..” said Vi, and nudged Pippa, whispering something into her ear.

“Remember that meeting you have tomorrow?” Pippa said finally. Jack looked slightly surprised. The blonde girl sniggered.

“See you in the morning, Captain.” She drawled, and then pulled her red trench coat closer around
herself, and linked arms with the red-head. As the two of them vanished into the darkness beyond the streetlight, Gwen turned to face Jack.

“Who were they?”

Jack looked positively ecstatic.

“Vampire Slayers!”
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