Title: Buffy and the Dalek Slayers
Author: Miss Murchison
Rating: PG and only that for one vague joke
Word count: About 4000
This one involves the Seventh Doctor and his companion Ace. Chapter One is here.
Buffy looked at the weird little stick the Doctor had given her. “Do you think this will really work?”
Spike leaned over her shoulder. “Only one way to tell.”
“No, thanks. One Hellmouth opening a night is my quota.” She hit a switch and the “screwdriver” made a whirring noise.
Spike snickered. “You know what it looks like…”
“Well, he did say it was for screwing. Speaking of which…” Buffy turned off the stick, dropped it into her jewelry box, and turned to deal with more urgent matters.
A few hours into their flight, the Doctor popped his head into Ace’s room and sat down, watching her. “You’re very busy. I should be getting busy myself, making a new sonic screwdriver to replace the one I adapted for that Slayer. “
Ace looked up from mixing a fresh batch of Nitro. “Why don’t you, Professor?”
“I was just wondering about the sequence of events that just transpired. Ace, how did you get the TARDIS to come after us?”
“I didn’t. I thought you called it.” She transferred her attention back to the delicate task at hand.
He was leaning forward, hands on the handle of his umbrella as he watched her work. After a few minutes, he said, “That girl, Dawn. Did she act surprised when she saw inside?”
“Nah. She said, one other time you were in Sunnydale, she’d seen it.” Ace wondered what would happen if she accidentally exploded the Nitro now. To the TARDIS, that was. She was pretty sure it could kill her here as easily as most other places in the universe.
“Oddly, I don’t remember her ever going inside.”
“Maybe you left the door open, Professor. Like you did today.” Ace was more interested in the mucous attack that Dawn had hinted at. She’d nag the Professor to tell her that story as soon as she was done with her current task.
“Yeah. Dawn just pushed it open.” She beamed in satisfaction as she finished filling the first container. She always felt better when she knew she had something that could register a 9 on the Richter scale in her rucksack.
“Did she now?” the Doctor murmured.
When Ace looked up again, he had gone.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/440147.html