- Where’s the Doctor – Chapter 1
- Where’s the Doctor? – Chapter Two
- Where’s the Doctor? – Chapter Three
- Where’s the Doctor – Chapter Four
- Where’s the Doctor? – Chapter Five
- Where’s the Doctor? – Chapter Six
- Where’s the Doctor? – Chapter Seven
- Where’s the Doctor? – Chapter Eight
- Where’s the Doctor – Chapter Nine
- Where’s the Doctor? – Chapter Ten
- Where’s the Doctor? – Chapter Eleven
- Where’s the Doctor? – Final Chapter
Title: Where’s the Doctor?
Rating: PG at most
Summary: Some time ago, I wrote a short fic called Who’s the Doctor?. It was an AU version of “As You Were” that involved some characters from the recent seasons of Doctor Who. I’m having problems categorizing the current fic, because it’s a prequel from the Doctor’s point of view and a sequel from Buffy and Spike’s. As far as BTVS is concerned, it’s during or after an AU Season 6 where Spuffy is a happy reality and all the characters get along, more or less. In the Whoverse, it takes place during Tom Baker’s reign, when he was traveling with Leela.
Chapter One is here.
Spike’s voice was the first thing the Doctor heard when he woke. He lay still for a minute, listening to the cursing coming from a few feet away. He supposed the sound was an improvement over finding out his companion had been killed, even though it exacerbated his headache. And he supposed his headache was an improvement over being killed himself. He was enjoying this body and didn’t particularly want to regenerate at the moment.
He pulled himself to his feet, then realized he was holding himself upright by clinging to the sturdy bars of a prison cell. As his vision cleared, he found he was in a kind of warehouse filled with debris. His cell was one of a row set in a corner, and Spike was sitting on the floor of the one next to him. “Where are we?”
Spike stopped swearing at last. “Some demon slavers were using this place until Buffy busted up the ring a few months back. I didn’t know anyone had moved back in.”
“Other than us?” The Doctor peered into dark corners but could see no one. “Our captor appears to have wandered off. No need to worry. All I need to do is…” The Doctor’s smile faded as he searched his pockets.
“Lost something?” asked Spike.
“I seem to have mislaid my sonic screwdriver. I most likely left it in the TARDIS.” He produced the small bag again. “Ah, well, at least we have provisions. Jelly baby?”
Spike reached through the bars and took one. “It’s going to take more than candy to get us out of here. And then you need to tell me how to find that other Doctor bloke so I can make him pay me my thousand quid.”
“Ah, yes.” The Doctor found a narrow bunk in a corner of his cell and sat down. “About that. Just how did I…did he come to be indebted to you for this sum?”
Thus reminded of his loss, Spike ranted about three earlier visitors to Sunnydale, and explained how they’d conned him into finding some rare demon eggs. The Doctor nodded sympathetically. “Put you to quite a bit of work, didn’t they?”
“It’s not that I don’t have other ways to get money,” Spike finished eventually. “It’s the principle of the thing, you understand. A man can’t put up with being stiffed, especially not with his lady watching… ”
He was interrupted when a door at the other end of the warehouse creaked open and a thin man entered, followed by a large demon with curly horns.
“Fyarl,” muttered Spike. “No wonder it was able to knock us out.”
“Yes, they are quite stupid, but effective in their way.” The man approached the cells and stared at his captives. “They seem to have snared me two fashion disasters for the price of one.”
“Hey!” Spike stood up straight, tugging the lapels of his duster. “At least I don’t look like I’m waiting for disco to rise from the dead.”
“And at least I don’t look like no one’s told me Sid Vicious is long dead. Or…” Their visitor stared at the Doctor’s outfit for a long moment, but it left him quipless. “Enough of the obligatory exchange of insults. It’s time to chat.”
The Doctor beamed. “Excellent! I’ll talk to anyone. And as far as I can tell, this fellow never shuts up.”
Their captor’s glance flicked back toward Spike for a second. “As far as I can tell, this fellow is merely the Slayer’s latest toy boy. Quite a change from the corn-fed lummox she was using last time I saw her, but I suppose the girl likes variety.”
“The girl’s traded up, that’s all,” Spike snarled.
“Believe it or not, I have no interest at all in you.” Their captor’s gaze was fixed on the Doctor. “But this chap has attracted my attention. Perhaps he can explain why a spell designed to reveal the location of the Key to Dimensions would draw his attention.”
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/296902.html