- 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.
Buffy came back up from the cellar to find Leela on her knees in front of a box of tangled tubes that peeked out from under a stone statue of a man being strangled by snakes.
“What are you doing?”
Leela waved her knife. “Watching them. Glowing green things usually turn out to be aliens.”
Buffy nodded. “Or demons. Something magical, at least.”
“The Doctor says that there is no magic, just things that aren’t explained.” Leela’s tone indicated she was willing to consider more than just the Doctor’s point of view.
Buffy picked one of the tubes up and twisted it into a spiral. “Well, he’s right about these things not being magic. They’re just a bunch of glow-sticks left over from Halloween. They must have been activated when the statue fell on them.”
“They will not attack, then?” Leela lowered her knife.
Buffy thought Leela looked disappointed and felt a twinge of sisterhood. “Sorry. They’re just a bunch of chemicals in plastic tubes. But with any luck, I’ll find something we can beat up before the end of the night.” She looked around. “Where did the guys go?”
“You ordered your minion to that other room.”
“Yeah, I did. Color me surprised that he listened.” She began to pick her way to the rear of the store.
“There are many strange things in this place.” Leela pushed a wooden fetish aside with her toe. “I do not like many of them.”
In spite of her leather leotard and odd speech patterns, Leela was rising in Buffy’s estimation by the minute. “Yeah, I’ve spent a lot of time here, and it’s still Wig-Out City sometimes. Spike!” She shoved at the door to her exercise room and frowned to find it empty of anything except equipment strewn across the floor. “Now where did they go?”
Leela stalked across the room to the rear door, moving carefully to avoid a direct path. She knelt, examining the marks left in a dusting of sand that had spilled from a punching bag. “They didn’t walk out.” She pointed. “There are the prints of some large creatures here, and marks where two bodies were dragged.”
“Thanks, Clem.” Buffy hung up the pay phone outside the grocery store and picked up the ax she’d leaned against the wall.
A few feet away, Leela gave up looking for traces of Spike, the Doctor, and their abductors. The asphalt surface of the road had frustrated her tracking skills. She pointed at the phone. “The Doctor has one of those on the TARDIS. But his doesn’t work. Did the voice coming from that one tell you where he is?”
“I think so. I asked if anything big enough to take down Spike and a guy the size of the Terminator had been on the prowl lately, and he told me that a bunch of Fyarls have moved into a warehouse we cleared out a while back.” She set off down the road at a quick pace.
“Fyarls?” Leela pronounced the strange word slowly. “Are they aliens?”
“Close enough. They’re stupid, so if they’re acting organized, someone else is doing the organizing.”
“Good fighters?” asked Leela, loping along easily at Buffy’s side.
“Yeah. Strong too. Huge, with horns. We better find you something bigger than that knife. And if one starts to sneeze in your direction, duck.” Buffy glanced at her. “We’ll get the Doctor and Spike back safe.”
Leela nodded. “I do not believe the Doctor is dead. If they wished to kill him, they would have done so in the place where they captured him.” She added, kindly, “I am sure Spike isn’t dead either.”
“I’m sure he is, but I know what you mean. I think he’ll be okay. He usually is. And if this time he isn’t…” Buffy gripped her axe tighter.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/298891.html