Saved By A Slayer
Title: Not So Different After All
Disclaimer: None of it’s mine. I do not own Doctor Who or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, though it would be very cool if I did.
Pairings: B/A, 10/Rose
Summary: A collection of drabbles and one-shots. The Doctor and Rose land in Sunnydale – only to find out they have a lot more in common with this strange place then they could have imagined.
The Doctor grinned at Rose and pulled a lever down.
“So, the beaches of Quagayanikavodo, here we come!”
Rose beamed at him and grabbed hold of the TARDIS console as she rattled and shook.
“You can travel though time and space, but you can’t make the journey a bit smoother?”
Shouted Rose above the noise of the TARDIS.
The Doctor smiled and was just about to reply when there was a sudden jolt and a bump, as if the TARDIS had been thrown into something, which threw Rose across the room, despite the firm hold she had had.
“Rose, you alright?” Asked the Doctor, hurrying over and reaching down a hand to help her up.
“Mmh,” she muttered, taking his hand and rubbing her free one across her bottom, “Need a softer landing next time.”
“Want me to kiss it better?” Asked the Doctor cheekily.
Rose swatted his arm, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach at his words and wandered over to the TARDIS door.
“Come on, I could do with some relaxation after suffering your terrible driving.”
The Doctor raised an eyebrow indignantly.
“My driving is fine!” He said as Rose opened the door, “It’s just you hu…”
“Doctor,” Rose interrupted, “This isn’t the beaches of Quag-whats-its-face.”
“Quagayanikavodo,” corrected the Doctor automatically. He frowned, “And how can you tell? You’ve never been there before.”
“Well,” said Rose, pointing outside as the Doctor came and looked out of the door,
“Unless when you said ‘beaches as far as the eye can see, turquoise seas and mermaids’, you actually mean ‘spooky cemetery in the dark’, this ain’t it.”
The Doctor paced over to the TARDIS control and read the screen monitor.
“You’re right,” he said, pressing buttons (in what appeared to be a random order to Rose). “We haven’t left Earth at all – this is Sunnydale, America and it’s 1997.”
“Wonderful,” said Rose sarcastically, stepping out of the Tardis and sitting on top of a large granite tombstone, “Instead of a day of tanning myself on a beach I can’t even pronounce, we’ve come to hang out with dead people.”
“Undead, actually,” said the vampire next to her, grabbing hold of her arms with hands that felt like two vice like bands of steel. Rose screamed in terror at the sight of two golden eyes, ridged facial features and the sharp pointed teeth that the vampire flashed when he smiled.
He rushed out of the TARDIS, his face hardening seeing Rose being held captive, her neck tilted slightly to the side, which bared her throat to the vampire’s hungry gaze.
“Slayer!” The vampire hissed. The Doctor frowned, confused.
“No, I’m the Doctor.”
“He means me,” said a petite, blonde haired girl who had suddenly appeared next to the Doctor and who appeared to be brandishing a wooden stake.
“Bit small, aren’t you?” The girl glared and the Doctor smiled sheepishly.
She ignored him and moved forward cautiously.
“It’s Alex, isn’t it? You died last Tuesday, yeah?”
The vampire nodded and shifted his grip on Rose slightly.
“I’ve got something for you – catch,” and she threw something at him.
The vampire instinctively let go of Rose to catch the object, who took her chance and ran over to the Doctor, who hugged her to him. The vampire screamed in pain as the silver cross touched his hands and he dropped it, but not before the steam began to rise off his hands and he watched in agony as they began to blister and char. That was the last thing he saw before he became ashes, the stake plunging through his chest before he even had time to think about running.
She sighed. “The young ones are always the stupid ones.” She turned back to watch the couple curiously.
“You know Sunnydale isn’t the safest place to go walking at night, especially in the cemeteries…” She trailed off and stared incredulously behind them.
“And is that your police box?”
The Doctor grinned.
“Yeah, it kind of comes with the package.” He held out a hand. “Sorry, we got off on the wrong foot – I’m the Doctor.”
The girl eyed the proffered hand warily but took it anyway. “Buffy Summers, the vampire slayer.”
“Buffy?” Snorted the Doctor.
There was a sudden deathly silence, and Rose nudged him sharply in the ribs. The Doctor shook his head ruefully.
“I am a rude, rude man.”