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Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Doctor Who crossover fic: The Last (2/7)
Title: The Last (2/7)
Rating: PG
Characters: Giles, Ten
Timeline: Post-"Last of the Time Lords" for Doctor Who and pre-season eight for Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Spoilers for season eight.
Summary: With demons threatening the safety of the planet, the Doctor turns to the one person he knows who can help: Rupert Giles. Can the two of them save the day without losing their heads?
Disclaimer: You know the drill. BBC. Joss Whedon.
A/N: Thanks again to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quean_of_swords for the awesome beta. And we have a timeline change for this chapter. Post-"Invasion of the Dinosaurs" I suppose.
Chapter One.
The Brigadier had been waiting for him in his lab that morning and even before the Doctor could get off a “good morning” he was shuffled off to a waiting UNIT car headed for London’s city centre.
“You need an assignment,” the Brigadier insisted when the Doctor had raised his protests.
Technically, he was still UNIT’s scientific advisor and the Brigadier had every right to send him wherever he was needed, but the Doctor had a working TARDIS now and no memory blocks to hold him back. He didn’t need a trivial matter like mysterious deaths to keep him occupied.
He claimed as much in response, but the Brigadier hadn’t backed down and now they were parked outside a stately building in the heart of London.
“I’m a scientific advisor, not a voodoo priest. If the Council thinks these deaths are mystical then they should leave the investigation to their own men.”
“You sound familiar with the Watchers Council, Doctor.” The Brigadier hardly sounded surprised though.
“I’ve heard of them in passing.” If the stories were to be believed, the Watchers Council was a shadowy organization even more secret than UNIT. The Doctor knew the Council simply worked on the fringes of society, doing their best not to draw attention to themselves. Their dedication had to be admired, but he didn’t care much for their methods. Using a young girl to fight their battles was a ghastly notion.
“This case of theirs is baffling even their best men. The Council doesn’t often call on UNIT for help. Give them an hour of your time, Doctor. If you think you can’t be of help, you can go back to tinkering with your beloved gadgets.”
It was reasonable compromise. Still, the Doctor wished Sarah Jane hadn’t needed to leave suddenly to tend to her aunt. They could have been exploring the ice jungles of New Siberia right now. “All right. Lead the way, Brigadier.”
They exited the car and approached the front door of the building. Its size was impressive, taking up nearly the whole block, but people walked by it without giving it a second glance. The Doctor suspected a low level perception filter shielded the building, but seeing as the Council believed in “magick”, they probably had something ridiculous, like a cloaking spell, protecting their offices.
A young man greeted them at the door and immediately guided them upstairs to a large meeting room. During the walk up, the Doctor saw perhaps a hundred people running around, men and women of all ages and races set on defending this planet against the forces of darkness. The Council was still a young organization in relation to the rest of the universe, but it was slowly gaining a reputation. The Doctor wouldn’t be surprised if the Council’s influence left Earth once humans began colonizing other planets.
Three older men and one young man were waiting for them in the meeting room. The oldest of the bunch, a man with a receding hairline, warmly greeted the Brigadier as though they were old friends. Names and handshakes were exchanged, with only a brief pause for when the Doctor offered nothing more. Only the young man was left out of the introductions and no one seemed to notice except the Doctor.
He was a sullen man, twenty-one or there about, with unruly brown hair. He looked awkward in his wool vest and didn’t take a seat at the long table when the time came. The Doctor chose not to say anything. Perhaps this was a bizarre Council rule for Watchers-in-Training.
“I should thank you for coming, Alistair,” said Colin Boothby, a member of the current ruling Council. “Our best men have been struggling with this conundrum for weeks now.”
“Exactly how are these deaths mysterious?” asked the Doctor.
“They present themselves as basic vampire attacks,” replied Liam Hunter, another Council member like Boothby, “but that’s far from the truth. The bodies may be drained of blood, but there are no visible bite marks and many of the attacks happened in broad daylight.”
“Our current working theory is that a sect of demons is collecting blood for a sacrifice and they are using elaborate glamours to conceal themselves within society.”
The Doctor turned to the last Watcher, Gwyn Morgan, introduced as the lead on this investigation. His explanation seemed plausible, as plausible as the claim that demons were responsible could be, but it sounded too complex. “Mr. Morgan, has it ever occurred to you that you are simply dealing with a new species of vampire?”
Morgan frowned, though his thick moustache covered most of the emotion. “A new species of vampire?” He stared at the Doctor as though he were speaking gibberish.
The Doctor held back a sigh. “The vampires you have been fighting since the dawn of man are just one species in a larger genus. Vampiria nocterna, for argument’s sake. There are other creatures out there that are part of the same genus, who also survive on the ingestion of blood, and they are fully capable of walking in direct sunlight. Your planet is beginning to draw attention to itself. These new vampires have claimed Earth as their latest feeding ground.”
The room went silent as the three Watchers exchanged astonished looks. From the corner of his eye, the Doctor thought he saw a smug smile cross the Brigadier’s lips. Confound the man; he had been right. He was needed on this assignment.
“You seem well versed on the subject, Doctor,” said Boothby. “We could use your expertise for the duration of this investigation.”
“I can spare the Doctor for a few days,” said the Brigadier.
“Excellent.” The meeting seemed to end there and the Brigadier left with Boothby and Hunter to draw up a more formal arrangement. The Doctor watched them leave and he allowed himself that sigh. He was not a piece of equipment that could be loaned out whenever the Brigadier pleased.
“A new species of vampire.” Morgan muttered the distasteful words under his breath. He didn’t appear aware that the Doctor could hear him. “I need to gather the rest of the team,” he said in a more polite tone. “My assistant can brief you in the mean time.”
For the first time, the young man was acknowledged. He had sat in the corner for the entire meeting, looking ready to doze off at any moment. He now rose to his feet but his look of boredom remained.
Morgan walked over to him and handed him the file folder he had been holding. “Don’t leave this room,” he said sternly, treating the young man like he was a boy a third of his actual age. Morgan quickly left the room, as if he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
The young man drifted over to the table and he threw down the file folder. He also looked like he wished he could be elsewhere.
The Doctor recognized a fellow exile when he saw one. He held out his hand to the young man. “Hello there, I’m the Doctor.”
The young man ignored the offer of a handshake and he plopped down on one of the chairs. “Rupert Giles.” He then promptly propped his feet up on the edge of the table and closed his eyes.
The Doctor sighed again. The next few days were certainly going to be interesting.
Rating: PG
Characters: Giles, Ten
Timeline: Post-"Last of the Time Lords" for Doctor Who and pre-season eight for Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Spoilers for season eight.
Summary: With demons threatening the safety of the planet, the Doctor turns to the one person he knows who can help: Rupert Giles. Can the two of them save the day without losing their heads?
Disclaimer: You know the drill. BBC. Joss Whedon.
A/N: Thanks again to
quean_of_swords for the awesome beta. And we have a timeline change for this chapter. Post-"Invasion of the Dinosaurs" I suppose.Chapter One.
The Brigadier had been waiting for him in his lab that morning and even before the Doctor could get off a “good morning” he was shuffled off to a waiting UNIT car headed for London’s city centre.
“You need an assignment,” the Brigadier insisted when the Doctor had raised his protests.
Technically, he was still UNIT’s scientific advisor and the Brigadier had every right to send him wherever he was needed, but the Doctor had a working TARDIS now and no memory blocks to hold him back. He didn’t need a trivial matter like mysterious deaths to keep him occupied.
He claimed as much in response, but the Brigadier hadn’t backed down and now they were parked outside a stately building in the heart of London.
“I’m a scientific advisor, not a voodoo priest. If the Council thinks these deaths are mystical then they should leave the investigation to their own men.”
“You sound familiar with the Watchers Council, Doctor.” The Brigadier hardly sounded surprised though.
“I’ve heard of them in passing.” If the stories were to be believed, the Watchers Council was a shadowy organization even more secret than UNIT. The Doctor knew the Council simply worked on the fringes of society, doing their best not to draw attention to themselves. Their dedication had to be admired, but he didn’t care much for their methods. Using a young girl to fight their battles was a ghastly notion.
“This case of theirs is baffling even their best men. The Council doesn’t often call on UNIT for help. Give them an hour of your time, Doctor. If you think you can’t be of help, you can go back to tinkering with your beloved gadgets.”
It was reasonable compromise. Still, the Doctor wished Sarah Jane hadn’t needed to leave suddenly to tend to her aunt. They could have been exploring the ice jungles of New Siberia right now. “All right. Lead the way, Brigadier.”
They exited the car and approached the front door of the building. Its size was impressive, taking up nearly the whole block, but people walked by it without giving it a second glance. The Doctor suspected a low level perception filter shielded the building, but seeing as the Council believed in “magick”, they probably had something ridiculous, like a cloaking spell, protecting their offices.
A young man greeted them at the door and immediately guided them upstairs to a large meeting room. During the walk up, the Doctor saw perhaps a hundred people running around, men and women of all ages and races set on defending this planet against the forces of darkness. The Council was still a young organization in relation to the rest of the universe, but it was slowly gaining a reputation. The Doctor wouldn’t be surprised if the Council’s influence left Earth once humans began colonizing other planets.
Three older men and one young man were waiting for them in the meeting room. The oldest of the bunch, a man with a receding hairline, warmly greeted the Brigadier as though they were old friends. Names and handshakes were exchanged, with only a brief pause for when the Doctor offered nothing more. Only the young man was left out of the introductions and no one seemed to notice except the Doctor.
He was a sullen man, twenty-one or there about, with unruly brown hair. He looked awkward in his wool vest and didn’t take a seat at the long table when the time came. The Doctor chose not to say anything. Perhaps this was a bizarre Council rule for Watchers-in-Training.
“I should thank you for coming, Alistair,” said Colin Boothby, a member of the current ruling Council. “Our best men have been struggling with this conundrum for weeks now.”
“Exactly how are these deaths mysterious?” asked the Doctor.
“They present themselves as basic vampire attacks,” replied Liam Hunter, another Council member like Boothby, “but that’s far from the truth. The bodies may be drained of blood, but there are no visible bite marks and many of the attacks happened in broad daylight.”
“Our current working theory is that a sect of demons is collecting blood for a sacrifice and they are using elaborate glamours to conceal themselves within society.”
The Doctor turned to the last Watcher, Gwyn Morgan, introduced as the lead on this investigation. His explanation seemed plausible, as plausible as the claim that demons were responsible could be, but it sounded too complex. “Mr. Morgan, has it ever occurred to you that you are simply dealing with a new species of vampire?”
Morgan frowned, though his thick moustache covered most of the emotion. “A new species of vampire?” He stared at the Doctor as though he were speaking gibberish.
The Doctor held back a sigh. “The vampires you have been fighting since the dawn of man are just one species in a larger genus. Vampiria nocterna, for argument’s sake. There are other creatures out there that are part of the same genus, who also survive on the ingestion of blood, and they are fully capable of walking in direct sunlight. Your planet is beginning to draw attention to itself. These new vampires have claimed Earth as their latest feeding ground.”
The room went silent as the three Watchers exchanged astonished looks. From the corner of his eye, the Doctor thought he saw a smug smile cross the Brigadier’s lips. Confound the man; he had been right. He was needed on this assignment.
“You seem well versed on the subject, Doctor,” said Boothby. “We could use your expertise for the duration of this investigation.”
“I can spare the Doctor for a few days,” said the Brigadier.
“Excellent.” The meeting seemed to end there and the Brigadier left with Boothby and Hunter to draw up a more formal arrangement. The Doctor watched them leave and he allowed himself that sigh. He was not a piece of equipment that could be loaned out whenever the Brigadier pleased.
“A new species of vampire.” Morgan muttered the distasteful words under his breath. He didn’t appear aware that the Doctor could hear him. “I need to gather the rest of the team,” he said in a more polite tone. “My assistant can brief you in the mean time.”
For the first time, the young man was acknowledged. He had sat in the corner for the entire meeting, looking ready to doze off at any moment. He now rose to his feet but his look of boredom remained.
Morgan walked over to him and handed him the file folder he had been holding. “Don’t leave this room,” he said sternly, treating the young man like he was a boy a third of his actual age. Morgan quickly left the room, as if he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
The young man drifted over to the table and he threw down the file folder. He also looked like he wished he could be elsewhere.
The Doctor recognized a fellow exile when he saw one. He held out his hand to the young man. “Hello there, I’m the Doctor.”
The young man ignored the offer of a handshake and he plopped down on one of the chairs. “Rupert Giles.” He then promptly propped his feet up on the edge of the table and closed his eyes.
The Doctor sighed again. The next few days were certainly going to be interesting.
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I'm not sure it matches the Doctor Who timeline, but I've given up trying to figure out when the UNIT years were set.
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