ladyoftime | Bigger on the inside! (for gr8muppetyodin)

It really was a blue box. Buffy wasn't sure what she was supposed to have expected, for some reason - it wasn't a blue box. She looked up at it, frowning a little as she tried to work out exactly how it was supposed to be bigger on the inside. Surely there was only so much space to work with?

Buffy came up beside the Doctor, and looked down. "Are your pockets bigger on the inside, too? Actually, you know... I could use some pockets. But then I guess the only thing I ever need to carry is a stake. Unless I'm trying to lug my weapons bag around."

"They are, actually. It's a... Time Lady... thing. Here!"

The door swings open. The inside? Most definitely bigger than the outside.

Beat.

"What is it you slay, exactly?"

Yes, this is definitely the best time to ask that question.

Buffy's mouth fell open, and she stared for a long moment, not even registering that a question had been asked. At least not for a while. She took a couple of steps inside, just to make sure she wasn't imagining it, or this wasn't one of those Acme tricks that coyote used to try and play on the roadrunner.

"I, ah... vampires, demons, bad fashion sense... Once there was actually an alien thing..."

The Doctor beams at Buffy for a bit. The bigger on the inside never gets old.

...Well.

Maybe just a bit. But.

"Really? What race?"

Buffy closed her mouth, her eyes now just shining with interest. She couldn't help it. "Hey, think you can work this technology on a manor? I got like a hundred girls to look after, and none of the bathrooms are big enough."

She tilted her head. "Actually, I can't quite remember. It was little, scuttled... I think it was called Ick? I know it made me think ick."

"Like fish?"

The Doctor tosses herself downwards on a chair and settles her feet on the TARDIS console. "Why've you got a hundred girls?"

"No, bigger. Kind of like a scaly puppy that scuttled. And wasn't so much cute and faithful, as ugly and homicidal. Just smaller than I'm used to. Except for Fear. Fear was just so tiny."

Buffy smirked a little. "You want the long version, or the short version?"

"Which one's more interesting?"

Surreptitiously grabbing that bag of jelly babies? Never!

Buffy found a seat of her own, her eyes flicking around the inside of the ship again before she focused on the Doctor. "I guess the long version. So, in all your travel, you haven't come up against a Slayer before? Just so I know how much I need to cover."

"N- wait."

She chews a red jelly baby, considering things very carefully. "-o, no, I haven't. I think. Probably."

Buffy can't help smiling at the jelly baby thing. "So I'm a first? Yay me. Okay, so originally there was one girl in every generation that got chosen to be a Slayer. It was like the world's worst lottery. Don't get me wrong, protecting the world is a huge deal. But having to give up friends, and family? Not to mention the really short lifespan... Anyway, my point? Every time a Slayer dies, the next one gets activated. So always the one Slayer... following?"

"Who started it?"

"Some old guys back in the Stone Age that put demon blood into a girl. The First Slayer is definitely pre-hair product. Also kinda creepy. I don't much like dreaming about her. But there's more potentials than Slayers. Normally they get trained by their Watchers so they're ready to take over. A few of us slip through the cracks. I didn't know I was even a potential let alone the Slayer until my first Watcher showed up."

"...Hmm."

Well, then. More jelly babies are munched upon.

"Go on, then."

"Okay, so a bunch of stuff happened, and I was fighting this Big Bad called the Master. Real evil vampire that was imprisoned under Sunnydale... my old town. I drowned, and technically died. Xander brought me back with ye olde CPR, and I was alive again... only it was long enough to trigger another Slayer. So I kind of broke the whole rule thing, and suddenly there were two Slayers. Kendra died, and Faith was activated. Still two Slayers. So for a while there wasn't just one, the was two."

Buffy took a breath, trying to condense everything she'd experienced as much as possible. Clearly things like dating vampires, and stuff didn't really matter. They were just sidebars. "So fast-forward a few years, and we're trying to fight the First Evil. Sunnydale was built on a Hellmouth. It's a drawcard for evil. Hence why I had to stay and fight and couldn't just retire to a tropical island. We discovered a Scythe that held the power of the Slayer, and thanks to Willow my witchy best friend we made it possible for all the potentials to get their Slayer power now, not just wait until me, or Faith died. We needed it, they needed it. So now there's over a hundred Slayers running around, and I guess I'm their general..."

The Doctor looked as if she was going to interrupt a few times, but kept on chewing instead. (Jelly babies- brilliant.)

"Sounds like you could use a vacation."

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"No arguments here. Can't really vacate though until I know they can take care of themselves. Dying the second time wasn't even much of a vacation. I actually thought that was going to be it, you know? I was ready for that to be it... Took me a while to get used to living again." Buffy shrugged it off, and leaned forward as she smiled. "You look like you want to say something. Or several somethings."

"Well. I'd be quite happy to revisit those somethings at another time, because really, that's more of a serious, tea and biscuits, 'I'll explain later' conversation. I think there might be alternate universes and such involved."

She swings her legs off the console. "And you look in dire need of a vacation, honestly. Did I mention this travels in time?"

(This is not at all because the Doctor wants to go have fun and adventures with her new friend. Nope. Except it totally is.)

"You know, you should meet Giles. He likes tea. A lot," Buffy said with a nod. "He might even like the whole alternate universe thingy, but this place? It might break his brain. He's only just gotten used to computers, and even then he whinges about them."

Buffy's eyebrows went up, but she was grinning. "So, for arguement's sake, you have a particular place, or time in mind? What if I need clothes?" She wasn't opposed to an adventure, not at all.

"I've developed quite a wardrobe in this place, in varying sizes, so probably if you need anything specific you'll find something that fits."

She contemplates the first question for a moment. "What are you in the mood for?"

"How long have you been doing this, anyway?" Buffy stood up again, stretching her legs as she tried to figure out just what exactly she was in the mood for.

"Um, nothing involving big poofy dresses. I've done the princess thing... didn't really agree with me. I don't know, this is like putting me in a shoe store and asking me which pair is my favourite." Buffy tilted her head. "I just want something... fun."

"Fifteen hundred years, give or take. Something like that."

The Doctor beams in a- well, the word 'manic' was probably invented for it- way, and jumps out of her seat. "Fun it is! How's an amusement park sound?"

Buffy stared for a moment. "Seriously? You're older than Angel... But hey, age so does not matter. And you look really good for fifteen hundred years. I hope my skin looks as good as yours if I ever make it past thirty."

Buffy laughed. "Sounds pretty good, actually. I haven't been to one in who knows how long. I love cotton candy."

"Brilliant!"

BEAM BEAM BEAM and running around the console like a madwoman. "Might want to hold on to something, dampeneres are a little- ah, squiffy? Is that what they call it these days?"

Buffy quickly found something to grab a hold of. "Squiffy? Ah, I don't know. Sounds right. Basically means they're a bit dodgy, right?"

"That's it!"

Speaking of holding on, the TARDIS is jerking around juuuuust a bit. And by that, the narration means 'a lot'.

Buffy looks worried. She knew her driving was bad, but this was an entire space ship. She didn't think this was normal, but then again, what was normal these days? She might have accidentally gripped the edge of the chair so hard she left slight hand imprints, but she couldn't help it. "Does it ever smooth out?" she called out. "You know, just so I know?"

"Of course it does!"

She's lying through her teeth.

At any rate, it does stop. When. The TARDIS lands. "That wasn't so bad!"

Buffy gaped at the Doctor for a moment. Not so bad? She managed to peel her fingers from the chair, and mustered a smile. "Guess it's all just warming up for the amusement park, right? A roller coaster's going to be a piece of cake next to that."

A moment of silence, and then-

-she laughs, startled. "Fantastic! That's it exactly."

Beat.

"You don't- need to change or anything, do you?"

Buffy shook her head before looking down at her jeans and top. "No... why? You don't like this outfit? Is it the boots? Sometimes I'm not sure about the heels, but then they give me extra height, you know?"

"-What?"

Whaaaaat.

She runs a hand through her hair in a Doctor-type gesture of flail. "No! It's brilliant, I just thought I would ask. Wouldn't do to go out and have to come back because you forgot a... jacket, or something."

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