The Doctor and Lina (Fan Fiction Doctor who/ Slayers crossover) Opening 1
Part 1: Enter the Blue Box
The Blue Box was spinning out of control, making a screeching sound as it soared through the air spinning! Then came a loud crash as it plowed into the earth, leaving a long trail of torn up dirt and then toppling over. The Door of The Blue Box opened and a head with brown hair peered out of the box. His brown eyes darted back and forth as he scanned the area around him, making sure he was in no danger. Reassuring himself it was safe, he lifted himself up then dusted off his brown coat, blue suit and blue tie. As he spun around he produced a strange object out of his pocket that kinda looked like a pen with blue light on top. It made a weird buzzing sound as the man scanned the area around him more thoroughly this time. Without realizing he bumped into a slender redheaded teen in a red ornate, quasi-medieval garb, wearing a cape and with a sword at her side.
She fell back a bit but managed to stay standing on her feet. “Hey, watch where you’re going!” yelled the redheaded girl as she balled her fist with anger. The man was a bit surprised. “Sorry, Sorry about that! I was just….” he paused for a second “…looking around.” As he spoke, he waved the long object in his hand about like a wand. “Yes, excuse me, so sorry about that, ‘ello! I’m The Doctor,” he said with a strange accent. He looked back at the “pen” in his hand, shaking it as the buzzing sound it made got worse. “Just my luck,” The Doctor sighed. “Let me see it, jeez!” The redhead girl ripped it from his hand. “Hey! Hey! Give that back! That’s no toy you can just mess around with!” yelled The Doctor.
She place her other hand and started focused on the item and green flashed between her hands. “There you go, all fixed!” She tossed it back to The Doctor. He caught it in mid-air. “Look! I don’t who are young lady, but you just don’t toss a sonic screwdriver around like it’s a plaything.” He said loudly and with such anger in his voice.
The Doctor then tossed his sonic end-over-end, grabbed it in mid-air, and then pointed it at the young girl, the blue light turned on and started making the buzzing again, properly this time. “Well, would you look at that!” The Doctor was stunned for a moment. “You really did fix it!” He said as he started to examine the screwdriver. The redhead girl crossed her arms and smile then lifted her finger up. “It was nothing, really,” she nodded her head agreeing with her own self. The Doctor looked at the young lady “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get your name.” She smiled and then pointed to herself: “Well I’m the one and only Genius Sorceress Lina Inverse!” Lina said with great pride.
(OOC: This my first Fan fiction/ drabble thing I hope you liked it. Thanks for helping drhetasigma10! I'll write more when i get to it!)
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Potter!verse, Track 67: "Part III: The Lamb and The Dragon." (Ludo)
The coral-lined room shuddered and throomed to a definitive halt.
The column at the center of The Console slowed to a stop.
Tommy stood there for a moment, still as could be, his hand on the brake, eyes roving from one side to the other, gently biting his tongue.
"Is... is that it? Did we-- land?"
A sensation of confirmation registered in his mind, though he couldn't help but notice it had a question mark attached to it-- of course, Blue's consciousness was as new to TARDIS-piloting as Tommy was...
"S'pose," Tommy mused, reaching for his coat and throwing it on, pulling out the collar emphatically, "it's like checking the weather, ennit? Just pop outside..." he glanced up at Blue's control column.
"Back in a mo'. You want anything while I'm out?"
There came a sound in his head, a vague sort of methodical tinkling noise that Tommy could only discern was sarcastic laughter.
"Ooh," he shook his head, tugging open the door, "you've gotten right sassy since you got your new look."
And then he stepped out of Blue the Box...
...and into the blackest of rooms.
The walls were dreary and flat and stained and smooth, though scratched with graffiti. The floors were laden with grime, and the door to the room-- this was a prison. This was a prison, a door like that, with bars on the windows and a little hatch-door to shove a plate through...
...it smelled of desperation. ...it smelled of despair.
...but there was a detail that made all the rest of it fall away.
Tommy's hearts squabbled in his throat.
There, amongst the graffiti-- CROATOAN, one handwriting declared, BAD WOLF, cried another, SHERLOCK LIVES, proclaimed a third-- in amongst all of these, one sentence blared like darksome neon in a City of Dreadful Night.
RICH PARKER WAS HERE, it said, and with trembling fingers he stepped forwards to touch the words, to trace them.
RICH PARKER WAS HERE.
"Tha's our boy," came a voice from behind Tommy, and he whirled to find a familiar bearded face, wings folded, his sword resting across one shoulder and a teacup held low under his mouth. "Welcome t' For' Azkaban."
"JUDE!" Tommy squeaked exuberantly.
In stark, subdued contrast, Jude sipped the teacup, and smiled faintly at him. "'Ey, Tommy. You got 'er runnin', I see. Don' think I've ever seen 'er so clean."
"Fresh off the factory floor," Tommy smiled faintly to mirror Jude's expression, patting Blue the Box affectionately, then hesitated. "--is-- Rich-- he was here. Is he still here?"
Somberly, Jude set down the teacup, and slung the sword low, adjusted his grip on the hilt while his other hand went to his belt, and he jutted his chin to the sentence carved on the wall as his eyes took on a special kind of haunting. "M'afraid not. Uncle Rich was one of our first t' go. 'E did us proud, tho'. 'E an' Angelina were getting th' younger kids ont' thestrals so they could fly out t' th' Eastern Air Temple, fought off Th' Order of Th' Basilisk so th' kids could get away... saved all tha' lot's lives, but they-- died trying. Word 'as it, Uncle Rich wouldn' fall 'till he was killed by Th' Basilisk 'imself."
"Oh," Tommy mumbled. "...oh."
There came a pelting of footsteps out in the hall, and all of a sudden-- "Jude, Jude, did you hear th'--"
She stopped, staring. "Oh." Her eyes flickered from Tommy to Jude to the wall and it didn't take an energy-reader to know what had just happened. "M'sorry."
Fin. She was still beautiful. Still luminous, even in so dark and dingy a place. Tommy smiled, wearily but sincerely at her. It was good to know some things never changed.
"Fin," he nodded to her. "How goes the battle?"
Before she could answer-- KRAKOOOOM! --the structure shook, dust scattered down from the ceiling, and Jude instantly leaped to Fin's side to shelter her with his wings.
Tommy staggered against Blue the Box for support, looking panicked-- "Well, I didn't mean it literally, why do I always show up when you people are under attack?"
"No," Fin waved a puff of dust from her face, she was smiling, she was actually actively smiling, beckoning, "no, no, s'fine, s'just practice, come an' see."
Her hand slipping effortlessly, instinctively into Jude's, she led them out into the hallway-- where a barred window looked out onto a wide, scorched courtyard surrounded by forbidding iron outer walls.
Out in that courtyard he saw a young woman with ridiculously long red hair-- he knew her, too, he remembered her-- Lina. With the-- fire. Indeed, even now, fists at her sides, she crackled with a furious sort of Pyromancy-- and she was grinning.
"You call those fireballs?" she demanded mockingly. "And here I thought fire was supposed to be your favorite!"
Lina was facing off against a dark-haired, brown-skinned younger woman in blue, she looked like she might be Inuit? And she did not seem pleased to be so taunted. "At least I'm not a one-trick pony," she snarled, "all Pyromancy all the time!"
"All I'm hearing is talk," Lina crowed back, "but I still ain't singed yet!"
The dark-haired girl roared and threw punches at the air-- except her punches exploded into coruscating columns of flame, tearing through the space between her and Lina...
...only for Lina to smirk as she batted them away. "Lemme know when you're done with your warm-ups, honey!"
Fin nodded to this confrontation through the window. "Korra's a Witch o' Mass Destruction, but she's still new t' playin' on this level, so Lina's showin' 'er th' ropes."
"We've lost so many," Jude quietly mused, watching the fire fly back and forth. "Rich, Angelina, Vampire Charlie-- Jack Harkness sacrificed 'imself t' stop Th' Basilisk from 'arnessing Th' Third Eternity Turner, vanished righ' off th' map, not even a body t' bury." He gestured to Lina and Korra. "It's power'ouses like these two tha' give us 'ope."
Tommy's eyes drifted from the battle, as impressive as it was, and studied the interior of the courtyard. And there, on the other side of the space, cheering Korra on against Lina, were two more familiar faces, one blonde of hair, and one crimson--
"--is that--" he started, and then those two distant familiar faces kissed, and Tommy got brought up short. "--what?"
"Claire Bennet, yeah," Fin smiled softly, "an' George Weasley. If there's happiness t' be found in loss, s'them two 've found it. Sough' comfor' in each other's arms after Rich an' Angelina-- an' it just sor' o' blossomed."
Fin wasn't joking. As the air rippled like a desert mirage from the heat washing out of the flames, he watched the much taller Weasley Twin bend down and touch his forehead to Claire's. She kissed her fingertips and touched his mangled ear-- Tommy couldn't help but wonder how that had happened --and she smiled a weary, gentle, adoring smile at him.
Tommy's hearts ached to think of anyone losing the ones they loved. His hearts ached all the more to think of his good good friend caught in the crossfire of some fierce battle.
There. There was that word again. Battle.
Another explosion rocked Fort Azkaban, a shudder felt to the very foundation of the building-- and this time it wasn't Lina or Korra that had inflicted the damage. The two Witches of Mass Destruction instantly ceased combat, whirling to try and locate the source of the explosion. Claire and George each had their wands in their hands, and were back-to-back, clearing the corners-- God they were fast, Tommy hadn't even seen them move.
More footsteps pounded down the hall towards them, Jude and Fin both tensed, Tommy reached for his wand--
--two men with greying hair rounded a corner onto the cellblock, one with blonde-brown hair grey at the temples, bowlegged and grim, shotgun in hand, the other with shoulder-length brown hair sleeted through with silver, big enough to be Hagrid's midget son with a jawline that could stun a moose-- he wore a heavy-looking knapsack and carried an antique pistol.
"Jude, Fin," the larger man boomed, "we've got trouble."
The shorter one grimaced. "Bellatrix' ghost. She got into the field generators somehow, fucked 'em up good before Sammy could bounce her back to her death-site-- maybe they found a way to make her part poltergeist, I dunno, but we're vulnerable. They'll be able to see us on a magical map, and on top of that, if a Rift hits, we are sitting ducks. We are a skeleton crew of sitting ducks."
Their accents were American, and they were two of the most dangerous-looking creatures Tommy had ever seen, and to see them so spooked didn't fill Tommy with an abundance of confidence.
Fin hurriedly cast a Patronus, sent it spinning away-- "'Ve signaled for help, but I dinnae think they'll get here in time--"
"Everyone t' battle-stations!" Jude roared, and they started running towards the stairs, Tommy instinctively sprinting with them.
The short-haired fella glanced at Tommy as they hurried along. "Heya, Doc. You look good." He waved a hand over his face. "Moisturizin'?"
"This's still just Tommy," Fin pointed out.
"Oh, right," the fella frowned. "Right. Time travel. Who ever thought that was a reasonable plan?"
The hulking one nodded companionably to Tommy. "Pleased to meet you, Tommy. I'm Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean."
Dean jutted his chin at Tommy. "Hey-ooo."
"Yeah, pleased as Punch," Tommy nodded, vaulting down a flight of stairs, "sorry it couldn't be under better circumstances."
"'Sorry' doesn't pay the bills," Dean pointed out, and he wasn't wrong.
They blew out into the courtyard, and the four future warriors searched the sky, Jude had his wand in one hand and his sword in the other, Fin adjusted her grip on her own wand, Dean pumped his shotgun and Sam spun the chambers of his revolver, counting the bullets. Tommy kept his wand low, searched for Claire and George, they were starting across the courtyard towards them...
Lina had her head craned back, and her hand cupped around one ear. "You hear that? We got company coming!"
Korra looked as tense as suspension-bridge cable, teeth gritted. "What kind of company?"
...but then they all heard it.
A mechanical, echoing voice. Colder by far than The North Sea that surrounded Azkaban, full of undying, unreasoning, unquenchable hatred. And not just one voice-- a chorus of them. A multitude.
Repeating one word.
One murderous, terrible word.
"KED-AV-A-RA!"
"KED-AV-A-RA!"
At that sound, at that terrible sound, Tommy's grip on his wand instantly became white-knuckled: "What? --what is that? What are they?"
Dean took a deep breath, let it out in a cold cold rush. "...Metaltrons."
And then they were upon them, dark unearthly shapes, like great mutant alien pepperpots given inhuman unholy life, a single Cyclopean periscopic eyestalk peering out from headcases that rotated 360 degrees, feeble looking limbs that nevertheless brandished themselves with genocidal purpose...
...one limb on each of The Metaltrons looked for all the Wizarding world like an eggbeater, but it was that limb that would spit out searing bolts of green green light--
--Kedavra. Death.
As one, Lina and Korra raised their hands to the sky and unleashed cannonbolts of flame, burning Metaltron after Metaltron out of the air, but the numbers of their enemies seemed endless indeed...
In the distance, Tommy could hear Claire and George yelling Protego! repeatedly, with vim and fervor, and every now and then one of them would yell BOMBARDA MAXIMA and a Metaltron would burst to bitty shards.
"WMDs!" Jude roared, spreading his wings. "Get up there! We need air support!"
And then, with one quick look at Fin, one quick look that spoke seven volumes and more, he rushed up into the sky.
With a roar, Lina gathered fire beneath her like a Space Shuttle and stormed skywards...
...Korra whirled into an Aeromantic posture and her eyes lit up like twin white stars... a cyclone whirled into place beneath her and bore her aloft...
Explosions and concussions and streaks of green light filled the air-- "KED-AV-A-RA! KED-AV-A-RA!" --and Tommy barely ducked in time as one of those streaks sizzled past his ear.
"Jesus," Dean growled, watching everything, looking helpless, "Jesus Christ. God, if Hermione had lived to see this, she'd be apeshit."
"That's--" Tommy winced as Sam's pistol went off beside him, though the bullet gave off scarlet sparks as it bounced off of a Metaltron's armor-- "that's awfully specific! Why Granger?"
Gritting his teeth, Sam fired again, this time catching a Metaltron straight in the eyestalk; it dropped like a stone to the Earth in front of them, cracking to pieces on impact as the red energy crackled through its form.
"Here's why," Fin shook her head sadly, batting a Kedavra bolt aside with a Protego--
--and that's when Tommy saw. A mangled face peering out of the damaged casing.
A House-Elf. Twisted, mutilated, scarred. Two eyes gazing out at the world in sightless psychosis. The bullet had killed the armor dead, but inside, the abomination yet lived.
"Oh," Tommy groaned, agonized. "Oh, no, they're-- they're not-- in all of those?"
"Ked," it wheezed. "Ked-av-a-ra."
It shuddered. It gasped. It spoke again, one last time. "Work... makes... us... free."
Dean stepped forward, looking for all the world like the boy at the end of Old Yeller. "No, little buddy. I'll set you free."
His shotgun boomed.
The light in the Elf's eyes winked out.
Fin blinked back tears as she cast an Expulso that blew a Metaltron into Jude's flightpath, and Jude whirled to slice the Metaltron clean in twain.
...they almost looked like they were going to hold the line...
...but then a Metaltron self-destructed without warning, knocking Korra into Lina with the force of the blast and sending them both tumbling from the air.
Fin's wand snapped up-- "ARRESTO MOMENTUM!"
--but even as they slowed in the air she was running to meet them, running to heal them.
...and then a Kedavra blast caught George in the wand, and it exploded, sending him screaming to the ground, clutching his wrist.
Claire reacted instantly: "DEPULSO!"
The Banishing Charm sent the wounded Weasley hurtling across the courtyard towards the others-- grunting, Dean threw down his shotgun to catch the tall ginger while Sam provided covering fire.
Claire gritted her teeth and sprinted after her Banished lover... green bolts raining down around her...
...she met Tommy's eyes as she ran, and she shot him a sad little smile, like she knew what was about to happen...
...and then a Kedavra hit her in the back of the head, green light crackling through her, crackling through her eyes, and she crumpled into a heap.
Tommy's hearts shredded in his chest, and he screamed. "CLAAAAAAAAIIIIIRE!"
"She'll be all right, man," Sam clutched at Tommy's arm, holding him back from sprinting out to the fallen woman's form. "She's always all right. Keep it together!"
Tommy had to fight the urge to collapse, but he swept up his wand once more: "PROTEGO!"
Lina was already up again, digging her teeth into a protein bar with one hand as she unleashed Hellish firestorms with the other-- "C'mon! COME ON, YA MONSTERS! VICTORY WILL BE MINE!"
Korra was in worse shape, Fin looked panicked as her healing hands poured power into the fallen woman...
...Jude swooped down, landed in a crouch, staggered, one of his wings had taken a hit and he'd barely been able to stay in the air. He had a look in his eyes, a look of horror beyond the devastation they'd seen and wrought today. "It's coming."
Dean jerked his head down, shielding George with his body as a green bolt speared through the air by his neck. "What? What's coming?"
"A wave," Jude shook his head. "A wave o' blue-white energy-- out on th' 'orizon. Like antimatter, eating everything. 'E's done it. Th' Basilisk's done it. 'E's gotten a new Eternity Turner, 'e's done th' thing. An' 'e's collapsing th' timeline aroun' us."
"Not if we can help it," Dean snarled, then snapped his gaze to Sam. "Sammy. Nuclear option!"
Sam threw down his pistol and hauled his knapsack off of his back, unzipping it as he went. "I swear to God, Dean, if you were the one worthy of this thing--"
"Yeah, yeah, if wishes were horses," Dean snapped, "I wasn't even worthy of that damn Sword of Bruncvik, don't talk to me about worthy."
Sam hauled a gnarled wooden walking-stick out of his knapsack.
"Hey, Doc, here's a thing you'll never learn at that fancy magical school of yours," Dean wisecracked, as Tommy glanced at him. "Bein' top-of-the-line angel-vessel material apparently also makes you primo real estate for gods."
With a roar of fury, Sam slammed the walking stick into the dirt, and instantly vanished in a shatterstorm of white white lightning. The lightning parted, and suddenly Sam was young, and bearded, and even bigger, clad in a blue armor with a red cape and intricate mailwork.
In his hand was no walking stick. But a warhammer of gleaming grey metal whose handle swung in his hand from a leather thong. Swung and then spun, as Sam roared in a voice even deeper and more booming than his own: "FOR MIDGARD!"
And he launched up into the sky, lightning crackling all around him and vaporizing Metaltrons in his wake as he hurtled to meet the ravenous Rift head-on.
They watched him go, for a moment, with bated breath, and then a rasping gasping voice cried out-- "Oi, Decker, yeh-- poxface!"
Tommy blinked, whipped his head around, found George Weasley pointing at him with the hand that still had all its fingers. "What... what the bluddy Hell... are you still doing here? Run, you-- idiot. Run. Get back to your home time and stop this from happening!"
"'E's right," Jude clapped him on the shoulder. "Survive this. Make it right! None o' this's worth anything 'nless y' make it right!"
Tommy was about to scream in protest, but Fin was already blowing him a benediction kiss goodbye, and Jude's wings were still strong enough for one last frenzied burst... they hurtled towards that barred window...
Teeth gritted, Tommy pointed his wand-- "ALOHOMORA MAXIMO!"
The bars blew off of that window like they'd been struck by Sam Winchester's mighty hammer, and Jude tucked his wings as they knifed through the tight space... and then flared those wings hard, better than a Braking Charm as they skidded to a halted heap on the floor.
Jude shoved Tommy to his feet, "Go on, GO!"
He didn't have to tell Tommy twice--
--they both heard Sam's voice scream in bloodcurdling agony as he fell like a meteor back into that courtyard.
The blue-white light filled the sky over Azkaban, and descended, all-consuming...
...Tommy fumbled for the key.
The door popped open, he shot one last look at Jude.
Jude smiled at him. "Tha's our boy."
Tommy nodded fiercely. And he hurled himself into The TARDIS, slamming the door shut behind him, sprinting for the controls.
He hit switches in frenzied sequence. This this this this this. Getawaygetawaygetaway. "Come on, COME ARRRRRN!"
He felt Blue's urging in his head, felt the panic as Blue felt Time itself eat itself alive...
Tommy's hand hauled the handbrake. "GO! GO!"
The rotor heaved-- The TARDIS groaned-- she didn't so much fade into the timestream as she lunged--
--just as the wave hit and sent The TARDIS screaming off into the blue-white dark.
The first thing Thomas Stearns Decker felt was pain.
Like he'd fallen asleep on an avalanche.
Then he smelled fire and smoke and with a twitch he woke up the rest of the way in a hurry.
Bleary-eyed, unable to focus, he glanced around-- he really had been laying on rocks, he was in a cave of some kind.
"He's out here!" he heard a woman's voice calling. "He's on the front porch!"
His eyes still swam, he shook his head, thudding the heel of his hand into his brow, what had happened, where--?
Someone moved to kneel beside him where he lay, and it was then his eyes focused.
He hesitated.
She was beautiful. Breathtakingly so. Seriously, his breath had been taken. Long, dark haired and green eyes and--
Her eyes searched his face, she squinted at him. "Doctor?"
Tommy hesitated, a puzzled expression. "...no?"
He sounded wrong, huskier, his voice had already changed, mostly, he still squeaked when he got excited, but this was-- "New voice," he breathed bewilderedly, "that's weird."
Whoever she was, she withdrew from him a bit at that. "No, Doctor, I know s'you. They can use Polyjuice Potion all they want, they canna falsify a person's energy." She held up her hand-- wiggled her fingers in the air. "Did you lose your memory?"
Another figure came running up, then, a bearded fellow, brown eyes, brown hair with-- wings? Wings and a sword strapped over his back. "Fin, c'mon, luv, we've gotta get 'im inside. Tha's no place t' leave an injured soul."
"Hold on a mo', Jude," Fin replied quickly. "'M checkin' 'im for head injuries 'r memory modifications. Canna move 'im 'till he's healed."
Jude frowned at the spiky-haired fellow on the ground. "Doc. Thought you were holed up in Fort Azkaban wi' Potter an' Mad-Eye Darkholme an' them."
"Not that I'm aware of, no," Tommy had watched the two of them bewilderedly, "no memory loss, no Azkaban, who are you people?"
Fin lowered her hand. "No, no memory loss. Not that I can detect. It's okay t' move, sir." She glanced up at Jude. "S'im. I know s'im. But I don' know why he doesn't remember."
"We're wi' Th' Resistance," Jude squinted grimly, "against Voldemor's Heir, an' Th' Order o' Th' Basilisk. An' so are you, mate."
"No," Tommy shook his head, "no, I-- Voldemort's Heir is dead, he died in the woods, I was there--"
He hesitated, then, and a fearsome fearful tumbler tumbled into place. "Wait. Wait. Hold on. Hold on just one-- what year is this?"
Before either Fin or Jude could respond, however, a massive explosion resounded outside of the mouth of the cave, and Tommy threw up an arm in front of his face to shield himself from the billowing dust and fragments as Jude sheltered Fin with his body--
--Tommy stared. He stared at his arm. It wasn't his arm. It was an older man's arm, and--
--he touched his face, hurriedly, felt the weight of years upon his features, rings under his eyes--
"You're 44, Doctor Decker," Fin murmured, as Jude drew his sword and darted out into the settling dust. "You're 44 years old an' fighting in Th' Third Wizarding War, 2024. That's where you are, an' when you are. You're from th' past and you've aged by traveling t' th' future."
"Oh," Tommy breathed, and coughed from the dust in his throat. "Blimey."
Jude came bounding back into the cave, madness and determination in his eyes. "They've foun' us. They've foun' Th' Quarry. We need t' get inside, righ' now!"
There came a figure in a billowing grey coat, with military adornments on the shoulders, whooping as he came with an American accent-- he carried a low-slung weapon that needed two hands, firing bolts of crackling white light back after him as he came.
He glanced at Tommy, at Jude and Fin, and then back to Tommy, as he kept his cannon trained on the door. "Doctor Decker! Your reputation precedes you! I'm Captain Jack Harkness, Primatech Paper. Pleased to meet you!"
"Not now, Jack!" both Jude and Fin retorted at once.
"Can't ever say 'hello' to anyone," Jack sighed, shaking his head.
"M' heart bleeds," Jude snorted, then gestured to the cannon. "Keep tha' thing pointed away, yeah? M'not much fon' o' guns."
"So you've told me," Jack replied, roguishly. "Personally, I just think you haven't handled the right kind. This here's a Defabricator-- great for vaporizing Lethifolds, microwaving armored abominations, and undressing in a hurry."
Further explosions resounded outside, and the cave ceiling trembled.
Jude thrust a hand out to help Tommy to his feet, which Tommy gratefully accepted-- but Tommy teetered a bit, partly from residual disorientation and partly from not expecting to be as tall as he was.
"You all right t' make a run for it, ah," Fin hesitated, she couldn't call him "Doctor" if by his perspective he hadn't yet earned a doctorate, and she didn't want to assume a first-name basis...
"Tommy," he nevertheless insisted. "And if there's one thing I can always arrange, no matter what century I'm in-- it's running."
Another figure joined them in the cave mouth, a slender redheaded teen in some ornate, quasi-medieval garb and a cape, crackling with power. "I can't hold 'em off!" this young woman cried. "Damn ubervamps are magic-resistant, even fire magic!"
"Block th' entrance, Lina!" Jude yelled. "Everybody fall back!"
Jack, Tommy, Jude, and Fin all sprinted for the back of the cave as this redhead-- Lina, apparently-- quivered with raw power-- she yelled something that sounded Japanese-- and a Pyromantic tsunami poured from her bare, wandless hands, blowing a massive chunk out of the ceiling of the cave and bringing it crashing shut.
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Fin filled a small, broken wooden cup with water from her wand-tip, and handed this to Tommy, who sipped it gingerly.
"Time travel," he murmured, grateful at having his throat soothed, and then glanced up at Fin. "You get that a lot around here?"
"Mmhmm," Fin nodded quietly. "S'a bit o' a problem. You've no idea."
The inner chamber-- one massive chamber, about the same size as your average large cathedral --of the cavern was a little better-appointed than the camouflaged cave-mouth, but not by much. Various Witches and Wizards hurried here and there among small, ramshackle huts-- and other species, centaurs, all sorts, even some races he didn't immediately recognize.
Jack tossed his Defabricator Cannon down and arched an eyebrow at Lina. "They told me this bunch had a couple Witches of Mass Destruction, but I didn't think one of them'd be destroying our base."
"Pfft," Lina scowled at him, making a talk to the hand gesture. "I'm a magical genius, I don't have to take this. Keep poking at me, Harkness, I'll see what one of my fireball spells can do in an enclosed space."
"That sounds like a worthy experiment, Inverse," Jack drawled, hands on his hips. "Maybe I will keep poking, you know, for science."
"Bottle it, you lot," Jude snapped. "'As anyone seen HRH?"
"She's with Summers," one of the other wizards pointed in the direction of the back of the great chamber. "Over near the generators."
"Come along, Doc," Jude harrumphed, fluttering his wings to kick the ash and dust off of his feathers. "Time t' meet your gracious hostess."
Shooting Fin a worried look-- Fin tried to seem encouraging but didn't quite manage it-- Tommy swigged the rest of his water and handed Fin back the cup.
The "generators" were round, silver things, hovering above the chamber floor. Each of them was the size of a small car, so far as Tommy could calculate, and there were half a dozen of them.
"Temporal stability field generators," Fin explained, gently. "They keep the Rifts from encroaching, among other things. M'surprised your temporal displacement happened s'close s'it did."
A blonde woman, slender but solidly built, stood not far from these, holding a red-and-silver axe that had a wooden, pointy stake at the tip of the handle. "Heya, Doc," she nodded to him.
"'Ello, erm," Tommy attempted--
--Fin murmured "Summers."--
--"Summers," Tommy finished, having only missed one or two beats.
"Good to know I'm still unforgettable," Summers replied, wryly.
"It's not that he's forgotten you, Buffy," came an ominous, vaguely female voice, "he just hasn't met you yet."
"Oh, Great Muppety Odin," Buffy drawled, rolling her eyes. "Another tourist." She stalked off. "If you need me I'll be chopping people's huts into stakes, I hear we might have an infestation soon."
Moving further towards the generators, Tommy found another red-haired woman sitting levitating in the Lotus position just above the floor, roughly on the same level as the generators. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed... burdened.
He recognized her instantly, despite the age differential, his hearts leaped into his throat: "Rosenberg."
"Yep," Willow opened her eyes to reveal the inky black darkness of demonic possession. "That's what they call me."
Tommy stepped back, horrified, reached for his wand, but suddenly found Jude's hand on his wrist-- Jude shook his head.
"She's been through a lot," Jude murmured. "But she's wi' us."
Tommy nodded, quietly, relaxed-- well, a little bit. Fighting for the side of good or not, she had still slain his best childhood friend when last they met.
"You can't stay here, Tommy," Willow intoned. "You're making the Rifts angrier just being here, and disruptions to temporal stability aren't exactly something that make us break out in song. Especially now that we're under siege, any chance they get to temp-port in here, and we are screwed-- and not in the fun ladyparts-on-ladyparts kind of way."
Tommy blushed fiercely at that imagery, but pushed it away. "Believe me, if I knew how to go back, I'd be gone already."
"But if he's here," Jude protested, "why can't we send him back with some knowledge o' how t' fix this?"
"You like having paradoxes swallow two-thirds of The Universe, Harvey?" Willow intoned, arching both her red red brows.
Tommy frowned. Harvey. Why did that name sound familiar? His brain must've gotten thicker as it had gotten older.
"M'not a huge fan o' tha', no," Jude dismissed, "but isn' tha' a risk we're all willin' t' take? T' fix this? You know it ain' s'posed t' be this way, maybe another plo' twis' t' th' continuum s'what we need t' snap thin's back int' place!"
Willow stared at him for a long moment, but Jude-- to his credit-- stared defiantly back, Fin moving to his side and holding his hand and not backing down either.
"Fine," Willow eventually harrumphed. "But if this turns into an even worse mess, I'm not cleaning it up. I already absorbed the Cleveland Hellmouth for you people."
Her dark gaze found Tommy again. "You. Something went wrong, back at the start of The Second Wizarding War. We don't know what, but it triggered something horrible. Gave our greatest enemy the power to attack us back before we even knew he existed, to turn the tide of the previous War to benefit him in this one. You need to find out what that was, and you need to fix it."
Tommy hesitated. "If I can, I will."
"Oh," Jack Harkness drawled, approaching from the front of the cave with Lina beside him. "We better hope you can. From the sound of things, our barricades won't keep out those things for long."
"I say bring 'em on!" Lina crowed, fists curled and crackling with fire. "If there's one thing I know, it's how to do business. And I think it's time to balance the books!"
"Couldn't've put it better myself," Willow replied, wryly.
And then she extended one hand. "Go home, T.S. Make good choices."
Tommy opened his mouth, didn't get a chance to ask-- T.S.?
--before Willow throomed: "Omnia mutantur, nihil interit!"
And then he staggered, clutched at his hearts, fell to his knees.
"Tommy!" he heard Fin shouting behind and beside him, felt her compassionate hand on his back.
"Tommy!" she yelled in his ear. "Trust th' plastic!"
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Ah...*sits back in a bed she rented at a local inn* No Xellos, no Naga, no Gourry, No Amelia and no trouble for once. *yawns deeply and nods off to sleep"
