When I first started to play around with the idea of crossing over Buffy the Vampire Slayer and The Tomorrow People, I really didn't have a good idea of how
I wanted to do it or what actually would transpire. So, I ended up writing several vignettes to "test the waters."
This is one such vignette. It doesn't have any prequels or sequels, it's just a stand alone.
For the unitiated, "The Tomorrow People," was a British children's sci-fi show that aired in the 1970's and 1990's featuring psychic teenagers who could teleport, use telepathy and had the powers of telekenisis, but could not kill. I'm using the characters from the 90's version in this ficlet.Disclaimer:
If you recognize them, they don’t belong to me. In other words, the characters of Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, and Rupert Giles are not mine. They are the property of Joss Whedon and Associates. Likewise, I don’t own the Tomorrow People, Megabyte Damon or Jade Weston, but am only borrowing them from Roger Damon Price and Thames/ITV Television for the moment. I promise to put everything and everyone back in their place when I’m done, and have no intentions of making a profit from this.
“So, what exactly do you do when you’re on patrol?”
Buffy Summers, seventeen year old teenager and Chosen Vampire Slayer halted in mid stride to turn and glare at the red head following on her heels. She still didn’t know what she had done to get the company of the Tomorrow Person this evening, but she would definitely find ways to avoid repeating her mistake in the future.
“I wait for vampires to emerge from the depths of hell,” Buffy said succinctly.
“And then I kill them, Megabyte. I’m the Slayer. That’s what I do,” Buffy snapped. “Don’t you have a computer to hack or something?”
“I don’t hack. That’s Willow,” Megabyte shrugged. “Besides, I’d rather not be stuck in the library listening to Giles, Willow and Jade bond over Mysteries of the Unknown.”
Buffy had to laugh at the last comment. Megabyte did have a point. When those three got to talking about occult lore and ancient myths and legends, she felt her own head began to spin on the verge of exploding. “Alright, Megabyte, you can stay. But you have to listen to me. If I say, duck, you duck. If I say, run, you. . .” Buffy paused studying him for a moment as her mind quickly reminded him that Tomorrow People didn’t run. They teleported. “Well, just get out of here as quickly as possible if things get ugly, okay?”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Buffy wasn’t so certain about that, but decide not to argue. Besides, arguing was a pretty moot point because at that particular moment, her vampire sense began to trill an alarm. She pressed into the shadows, pulling Megabyte with her, pleased that for once the boy didn’t cock an eyebrow in question. Or even worse, begin demanding answers quite loudly and vocally.
She spared her companion a brief glance, and almost felt a twinge of pity as she noticed his very pale complexion. It looked as though some facts of life, at least where Sunnydale was concerned, had finally sunk in.
That was all the time that Buffy had to contemplate.
The vampire attacked. He was young, arrogant, and an easy one. A few quick kicks, and Buffy planted the stake quite firmly between his ribs and into his heart. He thanked her by exploding into a cloud of dust.
“You know, I think that Willow and Tweed Coat have the right idea,” she heard Megabyte mutter as she shook the remain vampire ash from her arm.
“And what would that be?” Buffy wasn’t really listening to Megabyte or his answer. Her vampire sense was still tingling which meant only one thing – the fun wasn’t over yet.
“Research. Indoors. Where it’s safe. You are dangerous company.” Megabyte inclined his head towards Buffy’s stake, “You could hurt someone with one of those things.”
Buffy spared him an exasperated glare, waving the stake. “Megabyte, I *killed* something with one of these things!”
“My point exactly,” Megabyte nodded. “I think I’ve seen enough for one night. I’m outta here.”
Before Buffy could get in another word to the conversation, the Tomorrow Person disappeared in a flash of bright white light.
The Slayer shook her head and groaned. “I swear, I’m never going to get used to that.”
She spun around and kicked the approaching and unsuspecting vampire in the abdomen, putting all thoughts of the Tomorrow Person aside. After all, Buffy Summers had a job to do.
** * End ***