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Author: Dark Star Illustration
by Dark Star Disclaimer: None of these
characters are mine. Just borrowing… Summary: Who's the
mysterious visitor? Notes: Set during 'I
Will Remember you.' Jo requested some
Angel/Dr Who crossover stories. This is mine. * Slayer senses tingling, Buffy
knew there was somebody upstairs in the office. Maybe it was a client? Maybe
he knew where Angel had gone. Deciding to take the stairs rather than the
elevator, she stopped abruptly when she saw the strange - in more ways than
one- man in the room. He looked as though his clothes had been thrown on,
quite probably in a darkened room. He wore old-fashioned check trousers and
waistcoat, a dark coat, a ridiculously long knitted scarf and he had a
massive shock of brown curly hair. He smiled cheerfully at her, and
exclaimed, "You must be the slayer!" "You must be
trespassing," Buffy snapped, folding her arms defensively across her
chest. "Who are you?" "You can call me
the Doctor," he replied, his infectious mega-watt smile starting to melt
her. He stepped forward. "Please listen to me - you don't have much
time." Buffy bristled at being
told what to do, but her instinct told her that she should listen to him.
"I'm listening," she said icily. The Doctor hesitated.
"Do you know where Angel is?" So that was it. He'd
kidnapped Angel! Buffy started forward before the words were out of his
mouth. "What have you done with him?" The doctor stepped back,
arms raised in defence. "Oracles!" Buffy stopped, and the
doctor heaved a sigh of relief. "He went to see the Oracles." Buffy frowned.
"Why?" "He's asking them
to take back the day. He has a misguided idea that he's saving you." Buffy shook her head.
"No. Angel wouldn't do that - not without talking to me first." But
even as she said it, she knew that it was exactly what he would do. Angel
would do anything to save those that he loved. Slow footsteps on the
stairs told her that Angel was returning. His sheepish look screamed guilty
at her. She stormed forward. "Where have you
been?"
Buffy stepped away, and
swung back to the doctor. "Why are you here? Do you work for the
Ocales?" "No," the
doctor replied. "I'm here to stop a serious flux in the timeline." Buffy glowered. Oh
great, a sci-fi freak. "You're human," the doctor gestured to a
bemused Angel. "It's how things are meant to be. You have important things to achieve
together, apocalypses to avert. But more importantly, your descendants have
their place in the scheme of things.
Two hundred years from now, because one of your descendants never had
the chance to be born, the world ends - because there was nobody there to
stop it." Angel frowned.
"No. If I stay mortal one
of us would wind up dead, maybe both of us. " "The Oracles got
it wrong, Angel. They aren't
infallible. They foresaw the death of a slayer without your intervention but
it wasn't Buffy they saw. You must
stop this from happening. Turning back the day will have other repercussions
around the globe. It will force the Powers to create a special child for you
by mystical means, throwing the world even further into chaos. You must
stop this." Angel had been around a
long time, and like Buffy, he knew when to trust his instincts. "There's
not enough time," he said sadly. Buffy shivered.
"When?" Angel looked at the
clock. "Another minute." Upset, Buffy stepped
closer to Angel. " No! Oh God. It's not enough time." "It can be
stopped," the doctor said, looking remarkably calm given the charged
emotion in the air. "How?" Buffy
and Angel said in unison. "You need something
from outside both timelines to stabilise them." He gave them his chirpy
smile again. "Fortunately, you have me." The doctor grasped both
of their hands in his, and oddly, it didn't feel at all strange. The seconds
ticked by, and Buffy's eyes strayed to Angel's. If the mysterious doctor was
a sham, then these were the last few seconds that they would have together
like this. She blinked back her tears. She had felt his heart beat… "There." The
doctor was saying, breaking into her muddled thoughts. "Everything is
back on track again." He gave Angel a harsh stare. "Try not to be
in such a hurry to die next time, will you?" The doctor made to
leave, but Buffy stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm. "Thank you,
doctor…. You didn't tell us your last name, did you?" "No." The
cheeky smile resumed. "I didn't." End.
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