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Fic: Better With Two (3/??) (Buffy/DrWho)
Title: Better With Two (3/??)
Series: Tempus Frangit
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moragmacpherson
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: True sequel to Another Side of the Sky. Takes place during AU Buffy season 8 "The Long Way Home," approximately two months post Another Side for the Doctor.
Disclaimer: I make no claim to any characters contained herein, who are actually owned by big corporations filled with highly paid attorneys who know that suing me would be idiotic based on the fact that all I own are student loans and they wouldn't even be able to recover costs.
Archive: Here, TtH. If you'd like it, let me know.
Betas: Depending on the chapter, some combination of Arkaeus, LiastraLee, MissJulie, and/orbooster17
Summary: Great muppety Odin, Buffy misses the Doctor. She decides the time has come to do something about it.
Chapter AN: The Doctor mangles a line from a Kinks song here, "Nothin' In The World Can Stop Me Worryin' 'Bout That Girl," to his own devices.
Chapter Three - What Sneaks In
Buffy saw the last of the girls in from sundown exercises with a yawn. During summer sundown came way too late in this place, but as soon as autumn began the nights seemed even longer. She’d put people on shifts, and though it was only four, Buffy was ready to fall asleep. A smile crept across her face as she thought about carrying the Doctor out the library and taking a very hot relaxing bath with him. With a hop in her step she headed into the castle and towards the library, where the Time Lord was absent.
Akiko volunteered, “They’re still having blow back from the demonic possession of the defense grid last week. Doc’s downstairs sorting things out.”
“Oh, thanks.” More stairs, more time, he’d better have that defense system back in order soon. Her shift came back on at 1 am and there was only so much time she could give him. Xander greeted her in the command center.
“Hey Buff. I don’t understand most of what he’s saying, but Willow seems to think they’re almost done. It was weird. He stopped talking for close to half an hour.”
Buffy grinned. “He’ll go on a crusade against Huiac demons and wipe out the whole species after the headaches he’s had from this. But is it safe to go over there?”
Xander shrugged. “Other than a risk that your sweetie’s going to go off on one of his rants, I think you’re safe.”
Cables covered the Doctor’s lap, and his arms, and the sonic screwdriver was sticking out of his teeth. A few feet away Willow sat with a small flaming pot in one hand and a crystal in the other. “I’ve got the ‘ittle ‘ugger isolated in dis node, I swear.” He pulled the screwdriver out of his mouth. “Have you got him yet Willow?”
“No, almost, he keeps slipping past.”
“Bloody hell.” The Doctor pawed through the cords, applying the sonic screwdriver at what looked like random. Finally Willow reached over.
“I’ve got him.”
He keeled over in a sigh. “Thank God.” One eye opened. “Oh hello Buffy. Can you believe that little bastard actually left the circuits and went into the electrical wiring? Do you know how much wiring is in this room?”
“Looks like spaghetti and Doctor meatballs to me.” She kissed him and offered him a hand up.
“Thank you. Willow, you were brilliant as ever.”
“Thank you Doctor.” She took the crystal and placed it in a small black rubber box. Standing, she handed the box over to the Doctor. “Now you can put this guy with the other hundred parts of him we’ve pulled out already. Hi Buffy. Xander, I think this system is now clean.”
“Looks like everything’s functioning properly sir.”
“Natalya!”
“Sorry, Xander.”
Willow and Buffy rolled their eyes. “So, I’m back to Twilight research. Buffy, Doctor, I’ll see you at shift change. By then I should have some data prepared for the TARDIS to analyze. Xander, let me know if this thing starts acting up again?”
“Will do.”
“G’night Wills.”
“Good luck Willow.”
Buffy leaned into the Doctor, and he gave her a quick glance. “Bath?” She nodded. They excused themselves and headed to the TARDIS. Buffy moved in again shortly after he arrived, reasoning that there was still no safer place in the world than inside the blue box. Plus, it came with a private bathroom, and there were no more barefoot on cold stone mornings.
She drew the bath, then slid in front of him, lying her head against his chest. He kissed the crown of her head. “How are things?”
“They’re things.” She listened to his chest. Bumpa-thump-thump-bump. Bumpa-thump-thump-bump. His soapy hands poured hot water over her shoulders. “It’s practically dead around here. I keep waiting for the other combat boot to drop out of the sky. We never get quiet spells like this.”
“You haven’t spent the last two weeks de-demon-bugging the computer system.”
Buffy sighed. “You know what I mean. I’m tired from routine. Not used to that around you.” She kissed his sternum.
“Do you want to take a trip? Willow says Chronos doesn’t mind me puttering around the time line. Says he thinks it’s a good idea even.” He sighed. “I can’t believe I had to ask a god for permission to use the TARDIS. No wonder the Time Lords never came here before. It’s no good for my ego.”
Buffy giggled. “I’m sure your ego will make it. Being one of many time gods doesn’t make you any less special. But a trip could be nice. Something to break this waiting.” Her cell phone rang. She reached for it, as the Doctor tried to stop her. “You know that ‘the Imperial March’ means an emergency,” she chided him, and picked up. “Yes? Hi Xander. What? What’s he doing here? Well invite him in. Xander, just invite him in. Fine. If you’re going to be that way, I’ll be right out.” The phone closed and she shook it a few times before putting it back on the shelf.
“What is it?”
“Combat boot. Two of ‘em. And a black leather duster.” She kissed his hand, and stood. “It’s Spike.”
“Spike?” She handed him a towel as he got out.
“The one and only. And of course he always brings out Xander’s best behavior.” She stared at the clothes on the floor. “I’m changing, no way am I getting back into those.” Then she noticed that the Doctor was grinning. “What are you so excited about?”
“You’ve kept me all shut up in this castle. He’ll be my first vampire. Plus, you used to have such funny stories about him.”
Buffy smirked. “It was pretty funny when Mom whacked him over the head with that ax. We’d better hurry though, before Xander lets the girls put a stake through his heart.” A few minutes later the couple trundled towards the castle doors. The Doctor started to open them, but Buffy stopped him. “Sorry Doc. I need a few minutes alone with him before I introduce you two. But then you can toy with him all you want.” She pecked his cheek.
“Buffy-“
“I’ll be right back.” She opened the gate. He heard the scream “Ashley, Siri, you will put those crossbows away right now!” Then Xander stumbled into the entryway before the door slammed shut behind him.
“Hi there Doctor. Sorry, my least favorite houseguest snuck in while the grid was down.” Xander glared at the door, rocking back and forth on his heels. The Doctor arched his eyebrows and Xander shrugged. “I don’t get along so well with Buffy’s beaus.”
“Should I be worried?”
“You’re not a serial killer. So far, I’m a fan.” The Doctor nodded.
“So she and Spike have been-"
Xander’s neck swiveled towards him, eye wide. “Yeah. After she got back. Hadn’t she-“
“We hadn’t gotten into it. Not surprising though. She used to talk about him all the time. More than she ever spoke about Riley.” The Doctor stared at the doors.
“Oh. You’re not concerned, are you?”
A curl on his lip, the Doctor shook his head. “‘Met a girl, fell in love, mad as I can be,’” he sang. Chuckling to himself as Xander gave him a blank look, he finished, “I’ve had my share of lost loves.”
“Well, this one isn’t lost enough for my tastes.” Any further male bonding was cut short as the doors creaked open.
“I still think we should call Angel.”
“Why? He’s a prat and a sorry sonovabitch. If I’m going to be fighting the good fight, why not do it with someone I actually like?” Spike turned Buffy towards him and stroked her jaw with his knuckle. “I missed you Slayer.” The hand dropped. “Of course, that trick with the Immortal was uncalled for and I’m gonna have to gut Andrew the next time I see the git.”
“No gutting Andrew. Xander’s got first dibs.”
“That’s right.” Xander crossed his arms.
“Heh.” Turning, Spike chuckled. “So this is the infamous Doctor? Buffy, you could definitely have imagined better.”
“Hey!”
“He’s wearing a Randy Giles suit. I always wondered about you and the librarian, mind you.” Spike approached the Doctor, who remained still, silent and smiling. “She’s got Daddy issues you know. She ever call you daddy?”
Buffy shrieked, “Spike!”
“Guess she only does it when she’s really excited.”
Spike laughed, Buffy slapped him, and Xander cried, “Too much information!”
When Spike straightened out from the slap, the Doctor was pointing the sonic screwdriver at him. “Wossat?”
“Sonic screwdriver. My goodness, you are beautiful. No respiration, no circulation, but undeniably animate. Hair growth, salivary glands and tear ducts working, plenty of electrical current in the brain, you’re running on blood magic alone, aren’t you?”
“That and a couple of drinks I had on the plane.”
The Doctor peered in closer. “How does the morphic change function?”
“M-morphic what?” Spike stuttered.
“He means your face you idiot,” clarified Xander.
“Oh, didn’t realize I’d gone all fangy.” Spike shook his head and his classical features returned. “The demon asserts itself when I’m threatened, excited, or hungry.”
“Which were you just now?”
“None of your damn business.” Buffy slid between the two.
“That’s enough for now, I think. Spike, the Doctor’s just curious. You’re his first vampire.”
“And might I add, very pleased to meet you.”
“Pleased to meet me?”
“Oh yes. You’ve saved Buffy’s life, been her friend. Taken care of her when I couldn’t. I’m happy to meet anyone who cares about her like I do.” The Doctor took her hand, and she stepped back beside him.
“All right then.” Spike eyed the pair suspiciously.
“Xander, I’d like to go to bed now. Could you set Spike up in my old room, please?”
“Yeah Buffy, I could do that.”
“There’s some spare tapestries for the windows down in storage B. You’ll like them Spike. They’re erotic.”
“Sure, Slayer.”
“I’ll post a bulletin about you to the girls. Actually, Xander, go find Rona and Amanda. They were there when we closed the Hellmouth. They can explain about the soul and how he sacrificed himself to the others. You’ll be safe. But you’ll also have to work. And play nice. Fair?”
“Fair enough.”
“Good. I missed you too. Goodnight.” She and the Doctor retreated into the darkness and she wrapped her arms around his waist. “You were wonderful.”
“That’s probably not the end of it. But I wasn’t going to get into a pissing match with a demon. And that’s a sentence I never imagined myself ever saying.”
“Are you really not jealous?”
“No.” He kissed her hand. “I’m jealous. Jealous of every moment I’m not with you, jealous of every hurt I couldn’t fix for you, and incredulous that you called him ‘daddy’.”
Her cheeks burned. “It was just once. I’m gonna kill him.”
“It’s okay. Never wanted you to call me daddy.” He shook his head. “There are some realms of humanity I just don’t need to experience.”
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Series: Tempus Frangit
Author:
moragmacpherson Rating: PG-13
Timeline: True sequel to Another Side of the Sky. Takes place during AU Buffy season 8 "The Long Way Home," approximately two months post Another Side for the Doctor.
Disclaimer: I make no claim to any characters contained herein, who are actually owned by big corporations filled with highly paid attorneys who know that suing me would be idiotic based on the fact that all I own are student loans and they wouldn't even be able to recover costs.
Archive: Here, TtH. If you'd like it, let me know.
Betas: Depending on the chapter, some combination of Arkaeus, LiastraLee, MissJulie, and/or
booster17 Summary: Great muppety Odin, Buffy misses the Doctor. She decides the time has come to do something about it.
Chapter AN: The Doctor mangles a line from a Kinks song here, "Nothin' In The World Can Stop Me Worryin' 'Bout That Girl," to his own devices.
Chapter Three - What Sneaks In
Buffy saw the last of the girls in from sundown exercises with a yawn. During summer sundown came way too late in this place, but as soon as autumn began the nights seemed even longer. She’d put people on shifts, and though it was only four, Buffy was ready to fall asleep. A smile crept across her face as she thought about carrying the Doctor out the library and taking a very hot relaxing bath with him. With a hop in her step she headed into the castle and towards the library, where the Time Lord was absent.
Akiko volunteered, “They’re still having blow back from the demonic possession of the defense grid last week. Doc’s downstairs sorting things out.”
“Oh, thanks.” More stairs, more time, he’d better have that defense system back in order soon. Her shift came back on at 1 am and there was only so much time she could give him. Xander greeted her in the command center.
“Hey Buff. I don’t understand most of what he’s saying, but Willow seems to think they’re almost done. It was weird. He stopped talking for close to half an hour.”
Buffy grinned. “He’ll go on a crusade against Huiac demons and wipe out the whole species after the headaches he’s had from this. But is it safe to go over there?”
Xander shrugged. “Other than a risk that your sweetie’s going to go off on one of his rants, I think you’re safe.”
Cables covered the Doctor’s lap, and his arms, and the sonic screwdriver was sticking out of his teeth. A few feet away Willow sat with a small flaming pot in one hand and a crystal in the other. “I’ve got the ‘ittle ‘ugger isolated in dis node, I swear.” He pulled the screwdriver out of his mouth. “Have you got him yet Willow?”
“No, almost, he keeps slipping past.”
“Bloody hell.” The Doctor pawed through the cords, applying the sonic screwdriver at what looked like random. Finally Willow reached over.
“I’ve got him.”
He keeled over in a sigh. “Thank God.” One eye opened. “Oh hello Buffy. Can you believe that little bastard actually left the circuits and went into the electrical wiring? Do you know how much wiring is in this room?”
“Looks like spaghetti and Doctor meatballs to me.” She kissed him and offered him a hand up.
“Thank you. Willow, you were brilliant as ever.”
“Thank you Doctor.” She took the crystal and placed it in a small black rubber box. Standing, she handed the box over to the Doctor. “Now you can put this guy with the other hundred parts of him we’ve pulled out already. Hi Buffy. Xander, I think this system is now clean.”
“Looks like everything’s functioning properly sir.”
“Natalya!”
“Sorry, Xander.”
Willow and Buffy rolled their eyes. “So, I’m back to Twilight research. Buffy, Doctor, I’ll see you at shift change. By then I should have some data prepared for the TARDIS to analyze. Xander, let me know if this thing starts acting up again?”
“Will do.”
“G’night Wills.”
“Good luck Willow.”
Buffy leaned into the Doctor, and he gave her a quick glance. “Bath?” She nodded. They excused themselves and headed to the TARDIS. Buffy moved in again shortly after he arrived, reasoning that there was still no safer place in the world than inside the blue box. Plus, it came with a private bathroom, and there were no more barefoot on cold stone mornings.
She drew the bath, then slid in front of him, lying her head against his chest. He kissed the crown of her head. “How are things?”
“They’re things.” She listened to his chest. Bumpa-thump-thump-bump. Bumpa-thump-thump-bump. His soapy hands poured hot water over her shoulders. “It’s practically dead around here. I keep waiting for the other combat boot to drop out of the sky. We never get quiet spells like this.”
“You haven’t spent the last two weeks de-demon-bugging the computer system.”
Buffy sighed. “You know what I mean. I’m tired from routine. Not used to that around you.” She kissed his sternum.
“Do you want to take a trip? Willow says Chronos doesn’t mind me puttering around the time line. Says he thinks it’s a good idea even.” He sighed. “I can’t believe I had to ask a god for permission to use the TARDIS. No wonder the Time Lords never came here before. It’s no good for my ego.”
Buffy giggled. “I’m sure your ego will make it. Being one of many time gods doesn’t make you any less special. But a trip could be nice. Something to break this waiting.” Her cell phone rang. She reached for it, as the Doctor tried to stop her. “You know that ‘the Imperial March’ means an emergency,” she chided him, and picked up. “Yes? Hi Xander. What? What’s he doing here? Well invite him in. Xander, just invite him in. Fine. If you’re going to be that way, I’ll be right out.” The phone closed and she shook it a few times before putting it back on the shelf.
“What is it?”
“Combat boot. Two of ‘em. And a black leather duster.” She kissed his hand, and stood. “It’s Spike.”
“Spike?” She handed him a towel as he got out.
“The one and only. And of course he always brings out Xander’s best behavior.” She stared at the clothes on the floor. “I’m changing, no way am I getting back into those.” Then she noticed that the Doctor was grinning. “What are you so excited about?”
“You’ve kept me all shut up in this castle. He’ll be my first vampire. Plus, you used to have such funny stories about him.”
Buffy smirked. “It was pretty funny when Mom whacked him over the head with that ax. We’d better hurry though, before Xander lets the girls put a stake through his heart.” A few minutes later the couple trundled towards the castle doors. The Doctor started to open them, but Buffy stopped him. “Sorry Doc. I need a few minutes alone with him before I introduce you two. But then you can toy with him all you want.” She pecked his cheek.
“Buffy-“
“I’ll be right back.” She opened the gate. He heard the scream “Ashley, Siri, you will put those crossbows away right now!” Then Xander stumbled into the entryway before the door slammed shut behind him.
“Hi there Doctor. Sorry, my least favorite houseguest snuck in while the grid was down.” Xander glared at the door, rocking back and forth on his heels. The Doctor arched his eyebrows and Xander shrugged. “I don’t get along so well with Buffy’s beaus.”
“Should I be worried?”
“You’re not a serial killer. So far, I’m a fan.” The Doctor nodded.
“So she and Spike have been-"
Xander’s neck swiveled towards him, eye wide. “Yeah. After she got back. Hadn’t she-“
“We hadn’t gotten into it. Not surprising though. She used to talk about him all the time. More than she ever spoke about Riley.” The Doctor stared at the doors.
“Oh. You’re not concerned, are you?”
A curl on his lip, the Doctor shook his head. “‘Met a girl, fell in love, mad as I can be,’” he sang. Chuckling to himself as Xander gave him a blank look, he finished, “I’ve had my share of lost loves.”
“Well, this one isn’t lost enough for my tastes.” Any further male bonding was cut short as the doors creaked open.
“I still think we should call Angel.”
“Why? He’s a prat and a sorry sonovabitch. If I’m going to be fighting the good fight, why not do it with someone I actually like?” Spike turned Buffy towards him and stroked her jaw with his knuckle. “I missed you Slayer.” The hand dropped. “Of course, that trick with the Immortal was uncalled for and I’m gonna have to gut Andrew the next time I see the git.”
“No gutting Andrew. Xander’s got first dibs.”
“That’s right.” Xander crossed his arms.
“Heh.” Turning, Spike chuckled. “So this is the infamous Doctor? Buffy, you could definitely have imagined better.”
“Hey!”
“He’s wearing a Randy Giles suit. I always wondered about you and the librarian, mind you.” Spike approached the Doctor, who remained still, silent and smiling. “She’s got Daddy issues you know. She ever call you daddy?”
Buffy shrieked, “Spike!”
“Guess she only does it when she’s really excited.”
Spike laughed, Buffy slapped him, and Xander cried, “Too much information!”
When Spike straightened out from the slap, the Doctor was pointing the sonic screwdriver at him. “Wossat?”
“Sonic screwdriver. My goodness, you are beautiful. No respiration, no circulation, but undeniably animate. Hair growth, salivary glands and tear ducts working, plenty of electrical current in the brain, you’re running on blood magic alone, aren’t you?”
“That and a couple of drinks I had on the plane.”
The Doctor peered in closer. “How does the morphic change function?”
“M-morphic what?” Spike stuttered.
“He means your face you idiot,” clarified Xander.
“Oh, didn’t realize I’d gone all fangy.” Spike shook his head and his classical features returned. “The demon asserts itself when I’m threatened, excited, or hungry.”
“Which were you just now?”
“None of your damn business.” Buffy slid between the two.
“That’s enough for now, I think. Spike, the Doctor’s just curious. You’re his first vampire.”
“And might I add, very pleased to meet you.”
“Pleased to meet me?”
“Oh yes. You’ve saved Buffy’s life, been her friend. Taken care of her when I couldn’t. I’m happy to meet anyone who cares about her like I do.” The Doctor took her hand, and she stepped back beside him.
“All right then.” Spike eyed the pair suspiciously.
“Xander, I’d like to go to bed now. Could you set Spike up in my old room, please?”
“Yeah Buffy, I could do that.”
“There’s some spare tapestries for the windows down in storage B. You’ll like them Spike. They’re erotic.”
“Sure, Slayer.”
“I’ll post a bulletin about you to the girls. Actually, Xander, go find Rona and Amanda. They were there when we closed the Hellmouth. They can explain about the soul and how he sacrificed himself to the others. You’ll be safe. But you’ll also have to work. And play nice. Fair?”
“Fair enough.”
“Good. I missed you too. Goodnight.” She and the Doctor retreated into the darkness and she wrapped her arms around his waist. “You were wonderful.”
“That’s probably not the end of it. But I wasn’t going to get into a pissing match with a demon. And that’s a sentence I never imagined myself ever saying.”
“Are you really not jealous?”
“No.” He kissed her hand. “I’m jealous. Jealous of every moment I’m not with you, jealous of every hurt I couldn’t fix for you, and incredulous that you called him ‘daddy’.”
Her cheeks burned. “It was just once. I’m gonna kill him.”
“It’s okay. Never wanted you to call me daddy.” He shook his head. “There are some realms of humanity I just don’t need to experience.”
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