More in this Crossover 'Verse
For a challenge at gameofcards, to write some fic prompted by episode titles from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Perhaps with great unoriginality, I chose to write in the fandom of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Name: catko
Team: clubs
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Sherlock BBC
Rating: G, some language
Warning/Notes: Part of this crossover ‘verse I write in, sometimes, where Giles brings the Slayerettes to London after the fall of Sunnydale, and they get involved with the Sherlock crew in solving crimes.
Word count: 1005
Titles used: School Hard, Teacher’s Pet, Conversations with Dead People
“Gotta say, I never thought I’d see myself going back to school after all this time,” Xander said moodily as he pulled on his jacket and looked around the sitting room. “It’s not really school,” corrected Willow. She was closing up her laptop and sliding it into her backpack. “It’s a chance to learn some new stuff, it’ll be cool!” Xander rolled his eyes at her eagerness, as he had so many times during their friendship. “Aw, why not, Xan? We might as well do something while we wait to see what’s next, and getting some more skills is all good, to me. Could be useful, that’s what I’m thinking.”
“Yeah, just trying to ‘formalize our training,” said Dawn in a passable, albeit overly snooty, Giles accent, as she passed through to the kitchen to grab an apple.
“Formalize our training? What else is that besides school?” Xander launched himself full length onto the sofa. Willow held up her spread hand. “Weapons, British policing customs, forensics, pathology,” she enumerated, ticking each subject off on her fingers.
“I can’t wait to do weapons,” threw in Buffy, going through her tai-chi moves in the entryway. “But I’m with Xander, sitting in a room listening to people lecture, ugh. Even if it is in British accents.”
“Well some of the time they’ll be listening to us lecture,” offered Willow brightly. “Sherlock asked Giles for us to tell them what we know about spells, slaying, potions, and guide to evil creatures.”
Xander groaned. “I knew it. We escaped an apocalypse, travelled halfway across the globe, and landed at Hogwarts.”
Buffy trotted over to grab her sweater and pulled on Xander’s foot. “Hah, that’s right, well we’re gonna be late, so come on, Neville Longbottom.” Xander levered himself to his feet, looking indignant. “Why do I gotta be Neville Longbottom,” he protested. “I want to be Severus Snape!”
The three girls looked at him pityingly. “No way, sweetie,” said Willow as she guided him out the door of the flat. “No way you’re a Slytherin.”
“Yeah, Xan,” agreed Dawn, following behind. “You’re a Hufflepuff all the way.”
*******
“All right then you lot!” Detective-Inspector Lestrade gestured with the white-board marker as the California crew settled into their seats of the pressroom at the Yard. “Can’t say I’m much of a lecturer, but I’ll do my best. We’ll get Sergeant Donovan in here later to liven things up. Okay now, police basics, London-style.”
As he crossed his legs and listened to his old mate launch into the Peelian Principles, Giles found himself again wondering if they were doing the right thing, parking here in London while they waited for the Council to make its ruling. Sure, they’d been able to help out in that last spate of serial killings, seems a knowledge of the demon underworld was still of use, happily or sadly as the case may be. And not like they had anything better on offer, right?
“‘The test of police efficiency is the absence of crime and disorder, not the visible evidence of police action in dealing with it’,’“ Lestrade was intoning. Yeah, they’d had their share of that, Giles mused, what with no-one knowing how hard they’d fought to keep Sunnydale safe for so many years. All that danger, with hardly any appreciation, save the occasional tiny umbrella or pat on the back. And after all, it had come to …what? He still didn’t know whether to claim success or failure for their efforts. It was unsettling.
He made an effort to shelve such unprofitable musings, and looked again around the room. Willow was studiously taking notes, though looking rather puzzled. Buffy was drowsing, Dawn was doodling. But Xander, surprisingly, seemed quite engaged. Lestrade had nodded and smiled at his questions and answers several times now. Hmm, perhaps the boy could have a future in the police force, Giles speculated. Would be good for the lad to get fitted for a profession, and though the idea at first seemed laughable, as he thought more, he could see the fit. He let his mind wander on that possibility as he shifted his shoulders, suddenly feeling heavy at the reminder of the tremendous responsibility he felt for his young charges.
***
“Come on in, here, gather around!” Molly said cheerily, waving them into the morgue. “It’s so fun to see you all again.” Her gaze dropped to the body on the table and her expression sobered. “Oh, well. I guess I shouldn’t say fun, exactly.” She glanced about her as Dawn, Buffy, Xander, and Willow circled up. “First rule of pathology, respect for the dead.” The others took on appropriately composed expressions, though Buffy was noticeably distracted by a rather cute fellow in a lab coat across the room. “But it is quite nice you lot are interested! Um…maybe you haven’t had a lot of experience seeing bodies, just that last case, yeah? Anyway, we’ll only be a moment taking a scraping, then off to the microscope.” The others exchanged glances, no-one thinking to explain to the charming Englishwoman that they had, indeed, had plenty of experience seeing bodies.
“We’ll do our best to understand how our young fellow here came to be drowned in the Thames,” Molly said, as she busied herself at the foot of the sheeted corpse, deploying shiny tools, slides, and plastic containers. The others looked on with more or less interest-Buffy less, Willow and Dawn more, with Xander focusing his attention on the shrouded figure. Rather quickly, Molly obtained her sample and was gesturing them toward the lab table; as the girls followed her, Xander lingered near the body, caught by a momentary curiosity at the seemingly youthful figure and just-visible shock of dark hair-curiosity tinged by sympathy and a sudden desire to, yes, to know why this fate had befallen. What would bring someone who seemed young and healthy to such a cold, sad fate? Rather surprised by the strength of his own feeling, he shrugged and headed over to the others to see what more he could learn.
Name: catko
Team: clubs
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Sherlock BBC
Rating: G, some language
Warning/Notes: Part of this crossover ‘verse I write in, sometimes, where Giles brings the Slayerettes to London after the fall of Sunnydale, and they get involved with the Sherlock crew in solving crimes.
Word count: 1005
Titles used: School Hard, Teacher’s Pet, Conversations with Dead People
“Gotta say, I never thought I’d see myself going back to school after all this time,” Xander said moodily as he pulled on his jacket and looked around the sitting room. “It’s not really school,” corrected Willow. She was closing up her laptop and sliding it into her backpack. “It’s a chance to learn some new stuff, it’ll be cool!” Xander rolled his eyes at her eagerness, as he had so many times during their friendship. “Aw, why not, Xan? We might as well do something while we wait to see what’s next, and getting some more skills is all good, to me. Could be useful, that’s what I’m thinking.”
“Yeah, just trying to ‘formalize our training,” said Dawn in a passable, albeit overly snooty, Giles accent, as she passed through to the kitchen to grab an apple.
“Formalize our training? What else is that besides school?” Xander launched himself full length onto the sofa. Willow held up her spread hand. “Weapons, British policing customs, forensics, pathology,” she enumerated, ticking each subject off on her fingers.
“I can’t wait to do weapons,” threw in Buffy, going through her tai-chi moves in the entryway. “But I’m with Xander, sitting in a room listening to people lecture, ugh. Even if it is in British accents.”
“Well some of the time they’ll be listening to us lecture,” offered Willow brightly. “Sherlock asked Giles for us to tell them what we know about spells, slaying, potions, and guide to evil creatures.”
Xander groaned. “I knew it. We escaped an apocalypse, travelled halfway across the globe, and landed at Hogwarts.”
Buffy trotted over to grab her sweater and pulled on Xander’s foot. “Hah, that’s right, well we’re gonna be late, so come on, Neville Longbottom.” Xander levered himself to his feet, looking indignant. “Why do I gotta be Neville Longbottom,” he protested. “I want to be Severus Snape!”
The three girls looked at him pityingly. “No way, sweetie,” said Willow as she guided him out the door of the flat. “No way you’re a Slytherin.”
“Yeah, Xan,” agreed Dawn, following behind. “You’re a Hufflepuff all the way.”
*******
“All right then you lot!” Detective-Inspector Lestrade gestured with the white-board marker as the California crew settled into their seats of the pressroom at the Yard. “Can’t say I’m much of a lecturer, but I’ll do my best. We’ll get Sergeant Donovan in here later to liven things up. Okay now, police basics, London-style.”
As he crossed his legs and listened to his old mate launch into the Peelian Principles, Giles found himself again wondering if they were doing the right thing, parking here in London while they waited for the Council to make its ruling. Sure, they’d been able to help out in that last spate of serial killings, seems a knowledge of the demon underworld was still of use, happily or sadly as the case may be. And not like they had anything better on offer, right?
“‘The test of police efficiency is the absence of crime and disorder, not the visible evidence of police action in dealing with it’,’“ Lestrade was intoning. Yeah, they’d had their share of that, Giles mused, what with no-one knowing how hard they’d fought to keep Sunnydale safe for so many years. All that danger, with hardly any appreciation, save the occasional tiny umbrella or pat on the back. And after all, it had come to …what? He still didn’t know whether to claim success or failure for their efforts. It was unsettling.
He made an effort to shelve such unprofitable musings, and looked again around the room. Willow was studiously taking notes, though looking rather puzzled. Buffy was drowsing, Dawn was doodling. But Xander, surprisingly, seemed quite engaged. Lestrade had nodded and smiled at his questions and answers several times now. Hmm, perhaps the boy could have a future in the police force, Giles speculated. Would be good for the lad to get fitted for a profession, and though the idea at first seemed laughable, as he thought more, he could see the fit. He let his mind wander on that possibility as he shifted his shoulders, suddenly feeling heavy at the reminder of the tremendous responsibility he felt for his young charges.
***
“Come on in, here, gather around!” Molly said cheerily, waving them into the morgue. “It’s so fun to see you all again.” Her gaze dropped to the body on the table and her expression sobered. “Oh, well. I guess I shouldn’t say fun, exactly.” She glanced about her as Dawn, Buffy, Xander, and Willow circled up. “First rule of pathology, respect for the dead.” The others took on appropriately composed expressions, though Buffy was noticeably distracted by a rather cute fellow in a lab coat across the room. “But it is quite nice you lot are interested! Um…maybe you haven’t had a lot of experience seeing bodies, just that last case, yeah? Anyway, we’ll only be a moment taking a scraping, then off to the microscope.” The others exchanged glances, no-one thinking to explain to the charming Englishwoman that they had, indeed, had plenty of experience seeing bodies.
“We’ll do our best to understand how our young fellow here came to be drowned in the Thames,” Molly said, as she busied herself at the foot of the sheeted corpse, deploying shiny tools, slides, and plastic containers. The others looked on with more or less interest-Buffy less, Willow and Dawn more, with Xander focusing his attention on the shrouded figure. Rather quickly, Molly obtained her sample and was gesturing them toward the lab table; as the girls followed her, Xander lingered near the body, caught by a momentary curiosity at the seemingly youthful figure and just-visible shock of dark hair-curiosity tinged by sympathy and a sudden desire to, yes, to know why this fate had befallen. What would bring someone who seemed young and healthy to such a cold, sad fate? Rather surprised by the strength of his own feeling, he shrugged and headed over to the others to see what more he could learn.