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The Years that Never Were

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This story is No. 15 in the series "The Child of Balime". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Two years that never really happened, but left their mark. The year of the Master and the Valiant. And the year of Buffy and the memory-lossed Doctor fighting Glory.

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: The DoctorShoshiFR1571152,769212819,49326 Jun 1311 Sep 13Yes

Next Season, on the Child of Balime...




Next season, on the Child of Balime...




"Sure! There are lots of different dimensions of time, you know." Seo tilted her head to the side, making rapid and nonsensical hand gestures, as if to illustrate her point. "You can have a future that sort of wibbles about, like this… or you can have it wobble, a bit more like this… or maybe a bit of a spinny sort of swirly-gig sort of motion… or a bobbing type of—"

"You can see the future?"

Seo shook her head. "Nah. I just see the wibbling."

"Trials"




"Torchwood's outside the government, beyond the police," Alison explained to her parents. "And what they do, basically, is find and chase down aliens."

For a few seconds, her parents said nothing. Just stared at her.

"Well, it's about time!" Alison's dad shouted, slamming his fist down on the table, to make a point. "Those good-for-nothing aliens, rushing in and taking people's jobs. This is Britain, not Czechoslovakia!"

"First Day"




Robson, one of the only Watchers to survive Caleb's attack back in 2003, had volunteered to be the one to escort Ria down the aisle. Dawn was Ria's Maid of Honor. Willow and Kennedy had gotten roles as the secondary bridesmaids. And… much to her horror…

Faith was a flower girl.

"Don't say a word!" Faith hissed at Buffy, while dressed up in her lacy pink dress for the wedding rehearsal. Her eyes were bitter and glaring.

Buffy had to hide her face not to crack up.

"Seriously," said Faith, bracing her bouquet in the air. "You wanna find out how hard I can hit someone with this?"

"Till Demons, Death, or Alien Invasions Do Us Part"




"Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God," Dawn kept muttering, pacing her cell, hands running through her hair. "I'm, like, the anti-Martin-Luther-King. I mean, here I am, trying to be all superhero! And I wind up being the person who changes history so slavery never ends!"

"Slavery and Freedom"




"And what if I lose?" asked Seo.

"Then we play again!" the Celestial Toymaker replied. "And again. And again."

"Until I win?" Seo asked.

The Toymaker said nothing, grinning.

No. Clearly not.

"Until I stop amusing you," Seo corrected. "And you get bored with me and throw me away."

"But I'm guessing you'll be plenty amusing," the Celestial Toymaker said, clasping his hands behind his back. "Someone as… unique as you."

"And why shouldn't I just beat you into a bloody pulp until you do what I want?" Seo asked. It was sounding like a better and better option, every minute.

"Cheaters"




"And… and… stop giving me that look!" the Doctor said. "I am not embarrassing! I am cool!"

Seo just kept giving him that I-am-so-hideously-embarrassed-I'm-going-to-hide-in -a-cave-for-the-next-400-years look.

The Doctor spun around. "Clara!" he called. "Aren't I cool?"

Clara glanced up at him. Shrugged. "Whatever you say, chin-boy."



"The assassin is mentally unstable, I believe," said the Emperor. "But that's not important. You are—"

"Really?" Seo cut in. "Just your average nutcase off the street? Bit odd. After all, he seemed to know you quite well. And you seemed perfectly familiar around him." She reflected. "And… it's interesting, see. Because you have all these titles and honors and whatnot, declaring the wars you've fought in and the victories you've won, but… you don't look like the warrior type." She gestured at the door. "He does."

"Seo!" the aunt hissed, in warning, as she noticed the security guards drawing out their weapons.

"Replacements"




"Skipping your evening prayers, then?" said John Hart, approaching from the shadows. He shook his head, tsking, softly. "Naughty, naughty."

"Says the man who tried to put a hand down my dress in public," Seo pointed out. She tossed some hair behind her shoulders, scrutinizing him, carefully. "Was that a proposition? Or were you just checking me for weapons?"

"What's the point in sex without weapons?" said John, moving closer and wrapping his arms around her waist. "That'd take the fun right out of it."

"Mr. Hart"




"Thing is, Buffy, there's something wrong with Seo," said Dawn. "Mega wrong. Whole-year-of-her-life-we-don't-know-about wrong. And I'd never have found out… if I hadn't met Gray."



"Saving Gray"





"I knew," Seo realized. Stumbled back, a little. "I'd worked it all out, right at the start. Bilis Manger… he'd told it all to me, last year. So I knew what was going to happen. And what it meant." She looked deep into Jack's eyes. "But I couldn't stop it. My past had finally caught up with me."

"The Making of Bilis Manger"




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