Title: Buffy and the Dalek Slayers
Author: Miss Murchison
Rating: Probably won’t get past PG
Word count: Probably about 4000 when complete.
Summary: This is a sequel to Who’s the Doctor? and Where’s the Doctor?, my previous BtVS/Doctor Who crossovers.
This one involves the Seventh Doctor and his companion Ace. Chapter One is here.
In this chapter, one of the Seventh Doctor’s defining characteristics, his fondness for defeating his enemies (and annoying his friends) by manipulating them, begins to show itself.
“Tell me, Buffy, what sort of resources do you have here? Who do you usually fight with?”
“My Watcher, a couple of witches, a carpenter, and…” Buffy made a face. “I suppose the ex-vengeance demon helps sometimes.”
“Hmmm. Are you sure there’s no one else?” The Doctor waved aside any beginnings of a response as sudden inspiration struck him. “Of course! We need to use the same powers the Daleks are avoiding to destroy them. There must be enough creatures in the Hellmouth itself to destroy a few dozen Daleks.”
Buffy and Spike both took a step back.
“That’s a bloody dangerous cure for this disease, mate.”
“You want to open the Hellmouth? Do you have any idea what’s in there?”
“Enlighten me.”
“The first thing out is always this big, big thing, with lots of heads. Heads with teeth. Big teeth.” Buffy made a hacking motion. “And when you cut off the heads, it grows more.”
“Ah, a hydra.” The Doctor mentally reviewed what he knew of the creatures. “That will do nicely.”
“Nothing nice about a hydra,” growled Spike. “If you’re planning to tip your problems into the Hellmouth, and leave my girl to clean them up…”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” The Doctor put up a hand to put some space in between him and the snarling fangs of an angry vampire. “My methods will serve to close the Hellmouth after we’ve cleared out your Dalek infestation.”
Buffy shook her head. “No.” Her mouth was set in a grim line, and her eyes sparked with unpleasant memories.
The Doctor smiled in a way that would have been reassuring if it hadn’t been so manipulative. “Even in exchange for a patented-by-the-Doctor Hellmouth closure device for use in future instances of unwanted apertures?”
“Hey, it’s open!” Dawn pushed at the door and stepped inside, looking around with curiosity but not surprise.
“That’s weird.” But Ace didn’t waste time trying to remember if she’d noticed the Doctor locking the door. “I’ll be back in a sec. Don’t touch anything. The Professor goes spare if anyone messes with his gadgets.”
But as soon as Ace was out of sight, Dawn set the rocket launcher down and stepped up to the console. Gently, she laid one hand on a panel, which lit up at her touch.
“Hello, old girl,” she whispered.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/439453.html
