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Fic: Hellmouth High Schools Don't Have Reunions (10/20)
Title: Hellmouth High Schools Don't Have Reunions (10/20)
Author: MoragMacPherson
Rating: PG to PG-13
Timeline: School Reunion for DW. Between Homecoming and Band Candy for BtVS
Disclaimer: If it's a character or a place, I don't own it.
Archive: Here, TtH, Teaspoon, the pit, I think. If you'd like it, let me know.
Author's Note: Response to challenge 3108 by Winterd at Twisting the Hellmouth. Un-beta'd. Oooh, and it also got recced on Calufrax, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Summary: What if "School Reunion" took place at Sunnydale High?
One is the Loneliest Number
Xander halted. “Whoa.”
Willow stood next to him. “Seconded.”
Oz circled the box and returned to the entrance. “Huh.”
The Doctor called from within the TARDIS, “You coming or not?” The three looked at each other and entered. A minute or so later Buffy and Rose followed them. Willow went up to Buffy. “It’s bigger on the inside.”
Buffy looked around and smiled. “Yeah, it is.”
Xander’s jaw hadn’t shut yet. “Wow. All my life I’ve been waiting for a spaceship. And it looks like a phone booth. But it’s a spaceship!” He spun around. “This is great. Where are the lasers? Can I pull up the shields? What about a transporter beam?”
Rose and the Doctor smiled at the four. “They’re all telling me to get away from you before you get me killed,” whispered Rose.
The Doctor blinked, but continued futzing with the oil. “They are, are they?” He watched Buffy who was failing to calm Xander and Willow down. “Pretty astute group.”
Rose stared at him. “Not you too? Doctor, you know what I’ve survived. I’m not leaving you because of some bat monsters.”
The Doctor smeared some of the oil on a slide which he stuck into the console. “No, you won’t. But how many times have you almost died because of me? How many more times are you going to be lucky?”
Rose’s eyes widened. “You can’t just drop me off. You’d have better have learned your lesson the last time.”
The Doctor sighed. “No. I’d never send you away again. Not you. But, Rose, you have to know how scared I am of seeing you get killed. Or even-“
“Even what, Doctor?”
The Doctor looked down. “Even if I do keep you safe, you’re human. I don’t age. I regenerate. But humans decay. You wither and die. Imagine watching that happen to someone you l-“ the Doctor broke off, examining the read out.
“What, Doctor?”
His glassy eyes were a surprise to Rose. “You can spend the rest of your life with me.... but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords.”
Rose began to say something, but Buffy coughed behind them. “Any luck with the oil?”
The Doctor smiled at her. “Um, yeah.” He donned his spectacles while Rose went to retrieve Xander, Willow, and Oz from their explorations. “Oh no.”
“‘Oh no’? That’s not good, coming from you. What are they?” Buffy tried to read the monitor, but none of the words made any sense to her.
“They’re Krillitanes.”
“Is that bad?” asked Xander. The group now circled the Doctor at the console.
“Oh, take as bad as you can imagine, and add another whole suitcase of bad.”
“Even with this audience?” inquired Oz.
The Doctor removed his glasses and nodded. “They’re a composite species.”
Willow and Oz nodded, but the other three had blank expressions. “Just like your culture is an composite culture, bits of English and Irish and Norman and Roman all mixed together, the Krillitanes are the same. Except the Krillitane travel the universe, picking up physical bits and pieces of the species they conquer. That’s why I didn’t recognize them, the last time I saw them they looked just like us, except with really long necks.”
Willow frowned. “But if they’ve already decided to look like something else-“
“Giant bats!” exclaimed Xander.
“Yes, giant bats. But if they’ve decided to look like that, then what are they doing here?”
The Doctor’s expression turned aghast. “It’s something to do with the school. It’s something to do with you kids.”
Buffy pushed off the console and turned about. “Then it’s something I have to stop.” She swung the doors open. “Doctor?”
“Yes?”
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
The Doctor chuckled. “Oh, yeah, whoops, I shifted us outside, figured we’d be safer outside of the school.”
“And you thought Shady Oaks cemetery sounded safer?”
The Doctor paused, then swallowed. “Um, yes, well, possibly.”
“Yup.” Buffy popped her lips on the p. “Willow, could you find something to make a stake out of?”
“Sure thing, Buffy.” As Willow spoke the words, Buffy rolled out of the TARDIS, slamming the doors shut behind her.
“Stake? Something wood?” Willow asked the Doctor, casting her eyes around the decidedly unorganic interior of the control room.
“Right.” He dragged Willow into the back corridors, leaving Xander, Oz, and Rose in the control room.
“She’s out there, fighting vampires, right now?” Rose’s voice was low and hesitant.
“That’s right,” confirmed Xander.
Rose looked at the door. “Does she need our help?”
Oz shook his head. “Not really.”
Xander took Rose’s hand and led her toward the doors as Oz followed. Pushing through the door, Xander elaborated, “Vampire slaying is really more of a spectator sport for us non-superhumans- no offense, Oz.”
"None taken."
Rose watched a body fly through the air after Buffy kicked it, slamming spine-first into a tombstone. To her surprise it jumped back up, its features distorted, lumpy, and hideous. Its yellow eyes turned on her, and it rushed towards her. Rose froze for a moment, before kicking the TARDIS doors shut and moving to her left. Unfortunately, Xander was trying to pull her to the right, so they both wound up flat on their backs. The creature was almost on top of her when it was hauled back.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Buffy grasped the beast by the collar and punched it hard. “Is that stake coming anytime soon?”
The doors burst open again. “Here you go, Buffy!” Willow tossed the stake to the Slayer, who dispatched the vampire, which disintegrated before Rose’s eyes.
Xander screamed, “Behind you!” A second vampire rushed Buffy, who rolled under it. They scuffled on the ground for a few seconds, until Buffy backhanded him, giving her enough time to hop to her feet. She snorted.
“I can still smell that nasty perfume Schneider and Sons douses their coffins with. You haven’t been out of the grave ten minutes, and you think you’re going to kill yourself a slayer?”
“Slayer,” the vampire growled, but with a questioning tone.
“Oh, you’ll find out.” She ran towards him, flattening him with a single kick, on the ground, she pinned him, and with a slash and a poof, the vampire was gone. Buffy stayed on her knees, for a moment, breathing.
Rose pushed herself up. “Those were vampires.”
“Yes, those were vampires,” breathed Buffy.
“You okay there, Buffy?” asked Willow.
“First one caught me by surprise, that’s all, he had a knife at the start of the fight.” She looked around. “I should grab that before some kid finds it.” She rose to her feet, catching her breath, and Rose saw the puncture in her shirt. “I’ll be fine,” insisted Buffy, looking up at the Doctor.
“What are you?” he asked, voice soft and eyes wide.
“I’m the Slayer." She tilted her head. "What are you?”
“I’m the last of the Time Lords.”
Buffy smiled, and offered him her hand, her other keeping pressure on her side. “Nice to meet you.”
They shook.
Unnoticed in the shadows of a crypt, something that looked like Giles hissed, “Time Lord.”
Next
Author: MoragMacPherson
Rating: PG to PG-13
Timeline: School Reunion for DW. Between Homecoming and Band Candy for BtVS
Disclaimer: If it's a character or a place, I don't own it.
Archive: Here, TtH, Teaspoon, the pit, I think. If you'd like it, let me know.
Author's Note: Response to challenge 3108 by Winterd at Twisting the Hellmouth. Un-beta'd. Oooh, and it also got recced on Calufrax, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Summary: What if "School Reunion" took place at Sunnydale High?
One is the Loneliest Number
Xander halted. “Whoa.”
Willow stood next to him. “Seconded.”
Oz circled the box and returned to the entrance. “Huh.”
The Doctor called from within the TARDIS, “You coming or not?” The three looked at each other and entered. A minute or so later Buffy and Rose followed them. Willow went up to Buffy. “It’s bigger on the inside.”
Buffy looked around and smiled. “Yeah, it is.”
Xander’s jaw hadn’t shut yet. “Wow. All my life I’ve been waiting for a spaceship. And it looks like a phone booth. But it’s a spaceship!” He spun around. “This is great. Where are the lasers? Can I pull up the shields? What about a transporter beam?”
Rose and the Doctor smiled at the four. “They’re all telling me to get away from you before you get me killed,” whispered Rose.
The Doctor blinked, but continued futzing with the oil. “They are, are they?” He watched Buffy who was failing to calm Xander and Willow down. “Pretty astute group.”
Rose stared at him. “Not you too? Doctor, you know what I’ve survived. I’m not leaving you because of some bat monsters.”
The Doctor smeared some of the oil on a slide which he stuck into the console. “No, you won’t. But how many times have you almost died because of me? How many more times are you going to be lucky?”
Rose’s eyes widened. “You can’t just drop me off. You’d have better have learned your lesson the last time.”
The Doctor sighed. “No. I’d never send you away again. Not you. But, Rose, you have to know how scared I am of seeing you get killed. Or even-“
“Even what, Doctor?”
The Doctor looked down. “Even if I do keep you safe, you’re human. I don’t age. I regenerate. But humans decay. You wither and die. Imagine watching that happen to someone you l-“ the Doctor broke off, examining the read out.
“What, Doctor?”
His glassy eyes were a surprise to Rose. “You can spend the rest of your life with me.... but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords.”
Rose began to say something, but Buffy coughed behind them. “Any luck with the oil?”
The Doctor smiled at her. “Um, yeah.” He donned his spectacles while Rose went to retrieve Xander, Willow, and Oz from their explorations. “Oh no.”
“‘Oh no’? That’s not good, coming from you. What are they?” Buffy tried to read the monitor, but none of the words made any sense to her.
“They’re Krillitanes.”
“Is that bad?” asked Xander. The group now circled the Doctor at the console.
“Oh, take as bad as you can imagine, and add another whole suitcase of bad.”
“Even with this audience?” inquired Oz.
The Doctor removed his glasses and nodded. “They’re a composite species.”
Willow and Oz nodded, but the other three had blank expressions. “Just like your culture is an composite culture, bits of English and Irish and Norman and Roman all mixed together, the Krillitanes are the same. Except the Krillitane travel the universe, picking up physical bits and pieces of the species they conquer. That’s why I didn’t recognize them, the last time I saw them they looked just like us, except with really long necks.”
Willow frowned. “But if they’ve already decided to look like something else-“
“Giant bats!” exclaimed Xander.
“Yes, giant bats. But if they’ve decided to look like that, then what are they doing here?”
The Doctor’s expression turned aghast. “It’s something to do with the school. It’s something to do with you kids.”
Buffy pushed off the console and turned about. “Then it’s something I have to stop.” She swung the doors open. “Doctor?”
“Yes?”
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
The Doctor chuckled. “Oh, yeah, whoops, I shifted us outside, figured we’d be safer outside of the school.”
“And you thought Shady Oaks cemetery sounded safer?”
The Doctor paused, then swallowed. “Um, yes, well, possibly.”
“Yup.” Buffy popped her lips on the p. “Willow, could you find something to make a stake out of?”
“Sure thing, Buffy.” As Willow spoke the words, Buffy rolled out of the TARDIS, slamming the doors shut behind her.
“Stake? Something wood?” Willow asked the Doctor, casting her eyes around the decidedly unorganic interior of the control room.
“Right.” He dragged Willow into the back corridors, leaving Xander, Oz, and Rose in the control room.
“She’s out there, fighting vampires, right now?” Rose’s voice was low and hesitant.
“That’s right,” confirmed Xander.
Rose looked at the door. “Does she need our help?”
Oz shook his head. “Not really.”
Xander took Rose’s hand and led her toward the doors as Oz followed. Pushing through the door, Xander elaborated, “Vampire slaying is really more of a spectator sport for us non-superhumans- no offense, Oz.”
"None taken."
Rose watched a body fly through the air after Buffy kicked it, slamming spine-first into a tombstone. To her surprise it jumped back up, its features distorted, lumpy, and hideous. Its yellow eyes turned on her, and it rushed towards her. Rose froze for a moment, before kicking the TARDIS doors shut and moving to her left. Unfortunately, Xander was trying to pull her to the right, so they both wound up flat on their backs. The creature was almost on top of her when it was hauled back.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Buffy grasped the beast by the collar and punched it hard. “Is that stake coming anytime soon?”
The doors burst open again. “Here you go, Buffy!” Willow tossed the stake to the Slayer, who dispatched the vampire, which disintegrated before Rose’s eyes.
Xander screamed, “Behind you!” A second vampire rushed Buffy, who rolled under it. They scuffled on the ground for a few seconds, until Buffy backhanded him, giving her enough time to hop to her feet. She snorted.
“I can still smell that nasty perfume Schneider and Sons douses their coffins with. You haven’t been out of the grave ten minutes, and you think you’re going to kill yourself a slayer?”
“Slayer,” the vampire growled, but with a questioning tone.
“Oh, you’ll find out.” She ran towards him, flattening him with a single kick, on the ground, she pinned him, and with a slash and a poof, the vampire was gone. Buffy stayed on her knees, for a moment, breathing.
Rose pushed herself up. “Those were vampires.”
“Yes, those were vampires,” breathed Buffy.
“You okay there, Buffy?” asked Willow.
“First one caught me by surprise, that’s all, he had a knife at the start of the fight.” She looked around. “I should grab that before some kid finds it.” She rose to her feet, catching her breath, and Rose saw the puncture in her shirt. “I’ll be fine,” insisted Buffy, looking up at the Doctor.
“What are you?” he asked, voice soft and eyes wide.
“I’m the Slayer." She tilted her head. "What are you?”
“I’m the last of the Time Lords.”
Buffy smiled, and offered him her hand, her other keeping pressure on her side. “Nice to meet you.”
They shook.
Unnoticed in the shadows of a crypt, something that looked like Giles hissed, “Time Lord.”
Next