Amy Pond and Buffy Summers — The Slayer + The Potential
I love this crossover. I call it Slayerwho. :)
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Buffy was restlessly pacing in the cemetery when Amy joined her. No activity so far and she was, god forbid, bored. When she saw Amy approaching, her eyes brightened.
“Hey, beautiful!” she called “Here to help me kill dead things?”
Amy laughed, vaulting gracefully over a short tombstone, “Heel, girl!” she called, and then tripped over another grave.
Buffy laughed as Amy face-planted into the damp grass.
“Not funny, missy,” Amy grumped, pushing her hair back. She stood, and then her eyes came to rest on the statue behind her laughing lover. The angel statue. The weeping angel statue. She froze.
Buffy noticed “It’s all in good fun, British girl,” she grinned, turning to pace again “It’s too quiet around here…”
“That’s the problem, Buffy,” Amy murmured, keeping her eyes glued to the angel statue. The stature that Amy knew very well was not a statue, rather, a being that quantum-locked into stone when it felt it was being perceived.
“Geez, what’s got your goat?” Buffy said, turning to pace again. She looked up at Amy’s stony face in surprise.
“Buffy, walk towards me. Now.” Amy said urgently, eyes glued to the angel statue.
“What’s up?” Buffy said, curious, turning to face her.
“Remember what I told you last week?” Amy said, backing slowly away, “About traveling with the Doctor?”
“The Silence thingies that erase themselves from your mind?” Buffy said disbelievingly, then added “Ooh, is there one behind me?”
Amy shook her head, “No, it’s far worse than that…”
Buffy gave her a look of skepticism “Oh, the Dar-leks?”
Amy began winking one eye, and then another, “No,” she snapped “For gods sake, get over here. It’s a weeping angel.”
Buffy looked behind her, eyebrows raised, then turned back to Amy “Seriously?”
“Yes!” Amy shouted, irritated and scared, “Now for God’s sake get over here!”
Amy blinked. The angel moved. Buffy whirled to stare. “H-how is that possible?”
“Quant-at-um-locked, or something,” Amy said, “They can’t move when you’re lookin’ at ‘em.”
Buffy gripped her stake more tightly, a security blanket, “And when you don’t?”
Amy glanced at her briefly, “They come after you.”
They stared into each other’s fearful eyes for a nanosecond, and then swung out to stare. The angel had moved again. And there were more angels emerging from the trees.
The girls began to back away in unison.
“Well,” Buffy said, her voice more high pitched than usual, “That explains the quiet night…”
“Yeah,” Amy said, winking one eye, then the other, “I bet Demon’s potential lives are a helluva lot longer than a human’s…”
“How do I kill them?” Buffy said, raising her useless stake.
Amy spun to see another wave of angels making their way towards the slayer and the potential, and shuddered, “You can’t.”
They were surrounded.
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Wrote the drabble to go with the graphic.
What do you think?
