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Summary: Buffy and the Doctor made a promise to each other a long time ago. Buffy/Eleven

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: The DoctormjravensgateFR1321,012041,9949 May 129 May 12Yes

Part One

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, Doctor Who, or the song Last Request. They are all the property of their respective owners.

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Grant my last request,
And just let me hold you.
Don't shrug your shoulders,
Lay down beside me.
Sure I can accept that we're going nowhere,
But one last time let's go there,
Lay down beside me
- Paolo Nutini, Last Request



The Doctor, last of the Time Lords, sat on a beach with his companions, Amy and Rory and River, his bowtie firmly in place, calmly waiting for what would come next, refusing to feel guilty for it. He laughed and joked with his friends and refused to feel sad that this was the last time he would do so.

When he heard a car door slam and footsteps approach, he smiled softly to himself. She was here. He looked up when she came to stand over him, a scowl on her beautiful face. She threw a TARDIS blue invitation at him and planted her hands on her hips, ignoring the shocked people who sat with the Doctor. “What the hell is this?” she demanded.

“Ah, Buffy, darling,” he greeted cordially, unmindful of her ire. “You made it.” He clapped his hands together and stood. “I had hoped you would come.”

She snorted and griped, “Yeah, to the useless part of the country. And you don’t even have the decency to pick me up. What’s going on here, Doc?”

Dodging the question, the Doctor spun to face the three others presents. “Buffy, I’d like you to meet River Song, Amelia Pond, and Rory Williams. River, Amy, Rory, meet Buffy Summers.”

Buffy waved them off, her focus on the Doctor. “You didn’t answer my question,” she snapped. “We agreed years ago that we couldn’t be together and here you are, summoning me out to the middle of the desert!” she exclaimed, throwing up her hands.

The Doctor held up his hands and laughed nervously. “Buffy, darling, maybe this is a conversation to be had in private?”

Her eyes narrowed, but other than that she ignored his words. “I love you, you know that. More than anything, Doc. But we agreed, we agreed that we couldn’t be together any more. I’m tied here, to earth and you can’t be tied anywhere. We’re going nowhere. You said it would be easier if we didn’t see each other and now you’re just calling me up!” She sighed and actually growled, “So I ask you again, what’s going on here?”

The Doctor sighed and stepped forward to tell her so quietly that the others didn’t hear his words, “Consider it a last request, Buffy, darling.”

She sprang back from him, all the blood drained from her face. “What?” she whispered, pure terror in her voice. “What are you saying?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” he told her sadly. He pulled her to him again and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I’ll be there when you die, just like I promised. It’s already happened for me. So now I need you to be here when I die, just like you promised.”

Buffy’s breath hitched in her throat as she pressed her forehead to his, but she nodded and forced back her tears. “Yeah, Doc,” she told him. “I can do that.”
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