BtVS/Torchwood Triple Drabble: Shared Battle
Title: Shared Battle
Fandom: BtVS/Torchwood
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Buffy, Captain Jack Harkness.
Rating: G
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Crossover’.
Setting: Somewhere around Season Five or Six.
Summary: Buffy has some unexpected help dealing with an unfamiliar Big Bad.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Buffy has no idea what it is she’s fighting, except that it’s not nice, and even less idea who she’s fighting alongside, some dashing older man with a lot of very white teeth displayed in a wide grin, and dressed in some sort of vintage overcoat. But at least for the moment they seem to be on the same side, so she doesn’t bother asking questions.
They’re both a bit too busy to have a conversation right now anyway; it doesn’t seem likely that the monster would be willing to take a timeout while she satisfies her curiosity, although she’s definitely curious to know more, or anything, about the stranger.
She feels a pang of disappointment as the man gets stabbed through the heart and falls to the ground, dead. He’d been quite attractive for someone around Giles’ age, but she can’t pause to mourn; his sacrifice has given her the advantage in the battle, and she’s not about to waste it, pressing forwards, swinging a battle-axe in a long arc, decapitating her opponent. It collapses, very dead, and she turns to the man as she hears a pained gasp, only to see his eyes are open and he’s breathing.
“I really hate when that happens.” He pushes himself to his feet, ripped shirt gaping, displaying a toned chest, smeared with blood but otherwise unmarked.
“Who are you? WHAT are you?”
The smile is back, like a flashing neon sign. “Captain Jack Harkness. Immortal.” He offers her his hand. “You?”
“Buffy Summers. Vampire Slayer. And Demon Slayer. Actually, I’ll slay anything that’s big and bad.”
“Nice work there. You’re pretty handy with that axe.”
“Belongs to my Watcher. He’s got the coolest toys. What WAS that thing?”
“Gnoosh.”
“Bless you.”
“No, that’s what it’s called. It’s an alien.”
“Huh. Figures.”
The End
Fandom: BtVS/Torchwood
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Buffy, Captain Jack Harkness.
Rating: G
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Crossover’.
Setting: Somewhere around Season Five or Six.
Summary: Buffy has some unexpected help dealing with an unfamiliar Big Bad.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Buffy has no idea what it is she’s fighting, except that it’s not nice, and even less idea who she’s fighting alongside, some dashing older man with a lot of very white teeth displayed in a wide grin, and dressed in some sort of vintage overcoat. But at least for the moment they seem to be on the same side, so she doesn’t bother asking questions.
They’re both a bit too busy to have a conversation right now anyway; it doesn’t seem likely that the monster would be willing to take a timeout while she satisfies her curiosity, although she’s definitely curious to know more, or anything, about the stranger.
She feels a pang of disappointment as the man gets stabbed through the heart and falls to the ground, dead. He’d been quite attractive for someone around Giles’ age, but she can’t pause to mourn; his sacrifice has given her the advantage in the battle, and she’s not about to waste it, pressing forwards, swinging a battle-axe in a long arc, decapitating her opponent. It collapses, very dead, and she turns to the man as she hears a pained gasp, only to see his eyes are open and he’s breathing.
“I really hate when that happens.” He pushes himself to his feet, ripped shirt gaping, displaying a toned chest, smeared with blood but otherwise unmarked.
“Who are you? WHAT are you?”
The smile is back, like a flashing neon sign. “Captain Jack Harkness. Immortal.” He offers her his hand. “You?”
“Buffy Summers. Vampire Slayer. And Demon Slayer. Actually, I’ll slay anything that’s big and bad.”
“Nice work there. You’re pretty handy with that axe.”
“Belongs to my Watcher. He’s got the coolest toys. What WAS that thing?”
“Gnoosh.”
“Bless you.”
“No, that’s what it’s called. It’s an alien.”
“Huh. Figures.”
The End