and make death proud to take us
title: Crossing Asia
with: Martha Jones/Buffy Summers
rated: R
disclaim: I only own a lot of dvds; Who belongs to folks at the BBC and Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon
for: choc-fic prompt: Martha/Buffy: trust and vows: “Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, / And make death proud to take us.” (Shakespeare) or saving the world.
note: spoilers for Doctor Who 3x13, "Last of the Time Lords"
They meet outside of Istanbul.
Martha’s boxed into a corner, clutching a pipe in her hand and looking for a chance to run from the blue scaled and sharp clawed alien, when a blonde girl slips from the shadows and cuts the thing’s head clean off with an axe.
“Hi. I’m Buffy Summers.” She turns to Martha as if everything is perfectly normal. “Are you Martha Jones?”
“Yeah.” Martha swallows her surprise and shakes hands. Buffy is older than she first looked; she has a woman’s eyes.
“And you’ve got a plan to save the world?”
“Yeah.”
“Great.” Buffy smiles. “I’ve got some experience in that department.
*
They set off across Asia together, Buffy acting as both bodyguard and confidant. In Russia, she teaches Martha how to throw a proper punch. Every night she listens with complete faith while Martha talks about aliens and the Doctor.
Sometimes a thousand yard stare locks in Buffy’s eyes, and Martha recognizes the look, knows it means that Buffy has lost too much. Everyone on earth has lost too much.
*
They don’t have sex until India, even though part of Martha has been expecting this since the first night Buffy stepped out of the shadows.
They twine together on a narrow pallet. Buffy’s skin tastes like sweat and ash. The moon is full, and if they went to the roof they could see the Ganges bloated with bodies as well as the terrible beauty of the stars. Martha knows that she’ll have bruises on her body come morning, and she does her best to leave thick biting kisses down Buffy’s stomach.
*
In China, Buffy curls up behind Martha and whispers into the nape of her neck, stories of gods and demons and the family she lost when Saxon culled the planet. Every night, Martha listens with complete faith.
*
Osaka is noisy with soldiers closing in, and Buffy yells at Martha to go, to run. Make it to the plane.
The sky falls in Japan.
with: Martha Jones/Buffy Summers
rated: R
disclaim: I only own a lot of dvds; Who belongs to folks at the BBC and Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon
for: choc-fic prompt: Martha/Buffy: trust and vows: “Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, / And make death proud to take us.” (Shakespeare) or saving the world.
note: spoilers for Doctor Who 3x13, "Last of the Time Lords"
They meet outside of Istanbul.
Martha’s boxed into a corner, clutching a pipe in her hand and looking for a chance to run from the blue scaled and sharp clawed alien, when a blonde girl slips from the shadows and cuts the thing’s head clean off with an axe.
“Hi. I’m Buffy Summers.” She turns to Martha as if everything is perfectly normal. “Are you Martha Jones?”
“Yeah.” Martha swallows her surprise and shakes hands. Buffy is older than she first looked; she has a woman’s eyes.
“And you’ve got a plan to save the world?”
“Yeah.”
“Great.” Buffy smiles. “I’ve got some experience in that department.
*
They set off across Asia together, Buffy acting as both bodyguard and confidant. In Russia, she teaches Martha how to throw a proper punch. Every night she listens with complete faith while Martha talks about aliens and the Doctor.
Sometimes a thousand yard stare locks in Buffy’s eyes, and Martha recognizes the look, knows it means that Buffy has lost too much. Everyone on earth has lost too much.
*
They don’t have sex until India, even though part of Martha has been expecting this since the first night Buffy stepped out of the shadows.
They twine together on a narrow pallet. Buffy’s skin tastes like sweat and ash. The moon is full, and if they went to the roof they could see the Ganges bloated with bodies as well as the terrible beauty of the stars. Martha knows that she’ll have bruises on her body come morning, and she does her best to leave thick biting kisses down Buffy’s stomach.
*
In China, Buffy curls up behind Martha and whispers into the nape of her neck, stories of gods and demons and the family she lost when Saxon culled the planet. Every night, Martha listens with complete faith.
*
Osaka is noisy with soldiers closing in, and Buffy yells at Martha to go, to run. Make it to the plane.
The sky falls in Japan.