Fic: Hellmouth High Schools Don't Have Reunions (12/20)
Title: Hellmouth High Schools Don't Have Reunions (12/20)
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?
A Madman With a Nervous Twitch
The Doctor and Buffy slipped into the library, to find Giles leaning against one of the stacks, leafing through a book.
“Who are you and what have you done with Giles?” Buffy’s voice rang through the silence of the room.
“Ah, Miss Summers, ever direct and to the point. My name is Brother Lassa. Your librarian is safe, I assure you.”
“I don’t take assurances. I take revenge.”
He clucked his tongue. “And such poor manners, you haven’t even bothered to introduce your companion.” Lassa slammed his book shut, replacing it with care on the shelf before returning his attention to the others.
“I’m the Doctor. Since when did Krillitanes have wings?”
“It's been our form for nearly ten generations, now. Our ancestors invaded Bessan. The people there had some rather lovely wings. They made a million widows in one day, just imagine.” A grin that Buffy had never seen Giles’ make appeared on his face.
The Doctor moved towards the counter. “But you’ve chosen to appear human.”
“Ah, yes. Well, when you choose to work a plan in such close proximity to a predator like the Slayer, it’s best to work incognito, and also to carry some insurance.”
“If you’ve touched one hair-“
“Miss Summers, if he were dead, he’d hardly be insurance." When Lassa's attention was on the Doctor, Buffy felt like she'd turned invisible. "My brothers remain in bat form. What you see is a simple morphic illusion. Scratch the surface and you’ll find the true Krillitane beneath.”
The Doctor gave Buffy’s arm a reassuring squeeze, then he and Lassa began circling each other. The Krillitane spoke again.
“And what of the Time Lords? I always thought of you as such a pompous race. Ancient, dusty senators, so frightened of change and... chaos. And of course - they're all but extinct. Only you. The last.”
The Doctor deflected the question. “This plan of yours, what is it?”
Lassa paused. “You don’t know?”
Buffy and the Doctor exchanged looks. “That’s why he asked.” Buffy sniffed. “Let me guess, it involves the Hellmouth?”
Lassa shook his head. “She’s so cute, so direct, so primitive, don’t you think? The Slayers that the so-called Wise Men of this race created as their first defense against evil are like nothing so much as a cudgel with a nail stuck through it.”
Buffy’s nostrils flared, “The cudgel is standing right here.”
Lassa widened his grin. “Yes you are. But I’m afraid dear that the Hellmouth is incidental to our plans.” Lassa returned his attention to the Time Lord. “You on the other hand, are so terribly clever. Why don’t you work it out?”
The Doctor’s eyes flashed. “If I don’t like it, it will stop.”
Lassa sized the Doctor up. “Fascinating. Your people were peaceful to the point of indolence. You seem to be something new. Would you declare war on us, Doctor?”
“If he won’t, I will.” Buffy couldn’t bring herself to approach the two aliens.
“Muzzle your hound, Doctor.”
The Doctor’s gaze never wavered. “Why? You'd be far better off with her. I’m so old now. I used to have so much mercy.” Finally, Lassa looked towards Buffy, this battle lost. “You get one warning,” the Doctor stated, turning, “That was it.” He took Buffy’s arm. “We’re off.”
“But we’re not even enemies. Soon, you will embrace us.”
Buffy lunged back, “Oh, if that’s what you think-” but the Doctor held her arm in a firm grip.
“Come along, Buffy.” The Doctor turned back as he pushed her through the door, to see Lassa extending his hand.
“The next time we meet, you will join us.”
Without a reply, the Doctor left the library. Buffy promptly punched him in the jaw. “Ow!” The Doctor landed in the next bank of lockers.
“‘Come along?!’” Buffy pulled the Doctor up. “Never do that again.” She marched down the corridor.
“Right.” He rubbed his jaw and followed her. “Kind of like a cudgel.”
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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?
A Madman With a Nervous Twitch
The Doctor and Buffy slipped into the library, to find Giles leaning against one of the stacks, leafing through a book.
“Who are you and what have you done with Giles?” Buffy’s voice rang through the silence of the room.
“Ah, Miss Summers, ever direct and to the point. My name is Brother Lassa. Your librarian is safe, I assure you.”
“I don’t take assurances. I take revenge.”
He clucked his tongue. “And such poor manners, you haven’t even bothered to introduce your companion.” Lassa slammed his book shut, replacing it with care on the shelf before returning his attention to the others.
“I’m the Doctor. Since when did Krillitanes have wings?”
“It's been our form for nearly ten generations, now. Our ancestors invaded Bessan. The people there had some rather lovely wings. They made a million widows in one day, just imagine.” A grin that Buffy had never seen Giles’ make appeared on his face.
The Doctor moved towards the counter. “But you’ve chosen to appear human.”
“Ah, yes. Well, when you choose to work a plan in such close proximity to a predator like the Slayer, it’s best to work incognito, and also to carry some insurance.”
“If you’ve touched one hair-“
“Miss Summers, if he were dead, he’d hardly be insurance." When Lassa's attention was on the Doctor, Buffy felt like she'd turned invisible. "My brothers remain in bat form. What you see is a simple morphic illusion. Scratch the surface and you’ll find the true Krillitane beneath.”
The Doctor gave Buffy’s arm a reassuring squeeze, then he and Lassa began circling each other. The Krillitane spoke again.
“And what of the Time Lords? I always thought of you as such a pompous race. Ancient, dusty senators, so frightened of change and... chaos. And of course - they're all but extinct. Only you. The last.”
The Doctor deflected the question. “This plan of yours, what is it?”
Lassa paused. “You don’t know?”
Buffy and the Doctor exchanged looks. “That’s why he asked.” Buffy sniffed. “Let me guess, it involves the Hellmouth?”
Lassa shook his head. “She’s so cute, so direct, so primitive, don’t you think? The Slayers that the so-called Wise Men of this race created as their first defense against evil are like nothing so much as a cudgel with a nail stuck through it.”
Buffy’s nostrils flared, “The cudgel is standing right here.”
Lassa widened his grin. “Yes you are. But I’m afraid dear that the Hellmouth is incidental to our plans.” Lassa returned his attention to the Time Lord. “You on the other hand, are so terribly clever. Why don’t you work it out?”
The Doctor’s eyes flashed. “If I don’t like it, it will stop.”
Lassa sized the Doctor up. “Fascinating. Your people were peaceful to the point of indolence. You seem to be something new. Would you declare war on us, Doctor?”
“If he won’t, I will.” Buffy couldn’t bring herself to approach the two aliens.
“Muzzle your hound, Doctor.”
The Doctor’s gaze never wavered. “Why? You'd be far better off with her. I’m so old now. I used to have so much mercy.” Finally, Lassa looked towards Buffy, this battle lost. “You get one warning,” the Doctor stated, turning, “That was it.” He took Buffy’s arm. “We’re off.”
“But we’re not even enemies. Soon, you will embrace us.”
Buffy lunged back, “Oh, if that’s what you think-” but the Doctor held her arm in a firm grip.
“Come along, Buffy.” The Doctor turned back as he pushed her through the door, to see Lassa extending his hand.
“The next time we meet, you will join us.”
Without a reply, the Doctor left the library. Buffy promptly punched him in the jaw. “Ow!” The Doctor landed in the next bank of lockers.
“‘Come along?!’” Buffy pulled the Doctor up. “Never do that again.” She marched down the corridor.
“Right.” He rubbed his jaw and followed her. “Kind of like a cudgel.”
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