Disclaimers: All of the characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon and the creators of Doctor Who.

Author's notes: Because there are two of some characters here is an explanation for who is who. This will run into the other chapters. If there is a (1) next to their name it means they are with the doctor and if there is a (2) by their name it means they are from that universe. This will only apply when both sets of characters are in the same part.

Six - Part one: Torchwood.

Either way there was only one way to find out who it was. Tosh continued to stare at Jack.

"Can you pinpoint the exact location?" he asked

She nodded and turned to the computer.

"Should only take a minute...certainly not local judging by the fact the signal is so weak."

The captain paced back and forth behind her. Talking as he did so.

"What sort of signal is it?"

Tosh typed into the computer. It showed a red dot somewhere in America.

"Probably some sort of S.O.S...coming from Sunnydale, California."

"I thought Sunnydale was destroyed two years ago?" a man questioned as he walked in.

He wore a lab coat and had a badge clipped onto it. Owen Harper joined his colleagues.

"It was (sighs) It doesn't make any sense," Jack said

Then the blip was gone. A few seconds later, it came back on, disappearing once more and continuing to do so.

"Should it be doing that?" Owen queried.

Tosh shook her head.

"I haven't got time for this!" Jack shouted.

"Jack, calm down. I'll run checks on it and dig up as much as I can but in the meantime. don't you think you should be dealing with the Weevils?"

Raised hands in defeat. He headed off to the holding pens. Ianto Jones walked in and caught the last bit of the scene.

"What's got Jack wound up so tight?"

"A blip," Tosh said, absent-mindedly.

Ianto turned to Owen.

"So, Jack looks like a bottle of champagne about to pop its cork because of some...blip?"

The doctor folded his arms.

"There's something he isn't telling us. I can just sense it."

Nods of agreement came from all of them.

Remote field just on the boarder of Sunnydale. A light shone and threw out a boy.

Curly blonde hair, carrying a backpack. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans, a white T-shirt , which had a bright red shirt over it. He stood to his feet and took a look around. Clearly baffled, the young boy frowned.

"Huh?"

First time bronzing since she was brought back and it hadn't changed an inch. Still played marginally good bands. Alcohol and not to mention the heaps of fun that came with partying with your friends. Well that was how she remembered it. It wasn't how it was though. Xander and Anya had gone off to dance. Willow and Tara were cuddling up and kissing. If it wasn't for Dawn, she would definitely felt like the fifth wheel. The teen smiled at the witches.

"It's so sweet, don't ya think?"

"Yeah..." Buffy replied.

Dawn turned to her.

"You not havin' fun?"

"I'm having fun, see (takes a sip of her drink) having fun."

"Oh, ok, just cos if you weren't. then maybe we could go and dance?"

Dawn encouraged a positive answer from Buffy. The slayer rolled her eyes.

"You go and dance. Just stick by Xander, ok?"

"What about you?" Dawn frowned.

She lifted her glass up. Empty.

"I'm not in the dancing mood plus I'm in need of refill."

The teen bounced over to the carpenter and began to dance. Buffy sighed and made her way over to the bar. At the same time, entered The Doctor, Buffy(1) and Spike(1). The Doctor swayed to the music and then spotted Buffy(2). Instantly going over to her, leaving the others confused.

"Drink?" Spike(1) offered Buffy(1).

Buffy(1) looked as though she was thinking. She went to open her mouth, but he got there before her.

"One drink won't kill you, Slayer, just tryin' to be civil..."

She huffed and gave in.

"Fine!...but one drink and that's it!"

The vampire grinned and went to get the drinks. Buffy(1) sat at the table with Willow and Tara. Neither one of them knew what to say to her. They couldn't talk about some things because it would mess everything up. So they went for the easy option.

"So Buffy, h-how are you finding it here?" Tara asked.

"Still the same Sunnydale, just with a few differences."

Nod. Willow stroked her girlfriend's hair.

"You're bound to be a bit bowled over at first, I mean anyone would be," the red head continued.

Buffy(2), The Doctor and Spike(1) came back over. Spike sat casually next to the witches, wiggling his brows at Buffy(1). She just rolled her eyes in disgust. All these bodies just wiggling their hips. Jumping and dancing around looked positively tiring to him. He never did like dancing. The day he danced would be the day he became soft- and soft was not his style. Dawn came over. Quickly followed by Anya and Xander. Xander scowled at Spike as he sat down. She smiled as soon as she saw The Doctor.

"Hey! I see you've decided to come and live it up, huh?" she greeted.

The Doctor grinned.

"That, as it may be true, isn't true at the same time."

Everyone stared at him. What he just said didn't make any sense.

"Could you just explain it?" Buffy(1) asked.

Buffy(2) grinned. The first time she had all evening.

"See, we're here, in a club, listening to music and watching people dance, yet all we're doing is sitting around...drinking, so there inlays my point; having fun. but not having fun."

Tara grinned. Buffy(2), Dawn(2) and Willow laughed. Spike just chuckled. Buffy(1)? Well, she'd had a belly full of this guy. Dawn(2) giggled.

"So,why don't you come and dance then?" she asked The Doctor.

He shook his head in the negative.

"I don't dance."

She folded her arms.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

The debate continued through the night, but eventually Dawn gave up and managed to drag Willow onto the floor.

A street of Sunnydale. Down town to be exact. People were walking around, talking. Some guys were fighting on the other side of the pavement. Spike walked out from an alley, looked around and grinned. No Doctor to tell him tales from the past.

Luckily, the headaches had decided to remain dormant for a good few hours now. Or at least up until that point. He continued looking around and made his way to the other side of the street. The alley where Willy's bar was located. Just as he came to the beginning of the alley a pain began to pulsate through his brain. Not too bad, but if he didn't get some alcoholic beverage soon, then it would get worse. The vampire rushed as fast as he could to the bar. Too late. The pain. Too much to bare, Spike flung his head back, screaming in pain. Crashing into the dumpster. Gasping as he tried to numb his head, he clung onto the side of the waste bin. Every second that went by, the pain grew stronger. So bad it forced his game face to surface. Swallowing hard, he continued to fight the ever resisting urge to collapse to the floor.

"What the hell is going on?"

Letting out another scream, the vampire lay on the floor. Unconscious.

Yorkshire, England. In a underground cave. To the left, was a door with a window barred up. Like a peeping hole. Angelus, Drusilla and Darla were standing together. Darla looked stern.

"They will come looking for him."

Angelus turned to his sire.

"They will not and if they do we kill them."

Rustling of chains echoed through. Angelus, Darla and Drusilla all looked to the door. Drusilla walked a bit away from the other vampires coming to a halt a meter or so away from the door.

"Ooh, he is awake," she giggled as she bounced on the spot.

She went to move closer but was stopped when the person in the cell jumped forward to the bars. Blue eyes piercing through them. Angelus had never seen such anger in all his years of being a creature of the night.

"You did not have to kill her!" a voice screamed.

Drusilla cackled.

"No...but it was fun (turns to Angelus) Can I play with him now?" she pouted.

"Not yet, let the boy stew in anger."

The door rattled.

"Let me out, Angelus,or as god as my witness, I will turn you to dust!"

The master vampire moved closer to the door.

"And ye'll what? Do what you have failed to do on so many occasions?...William, give up, ye are fighting a losing battle."

Angelus's words drifted through William's ears, but he did not seem to process what he was saying. A slender figure appeared just behind his captor. She was wearing a long, white dress. Her blonde hair looked golden and her green eyes pierced his blue ones. He furrowed his brows. Lifting a finger to her lips, she indicated for him to remain silent as she walked through the wall.

"What is the matter? Not like the great William Harkness to be wordless."

William scowled, then returned to his previous position. The woman sat closely to him. Putting her mouth inches away from his ear, she whispered.

"Wait until there is just one. Break from those chains; they are not as strong as they look," she spoke with an American accent.

Nudge. Nudge. Willy poked Spike's body until he stirred. Frowning.

"Hey, you okay down there?"

He stood up, rubbing his temple whilst he gave the bar owner a funny look. He wiped the blood away from his nose.

"You know, if you wanted to kip, I have a room out back (Spike walks off in a huff)...fine that's just fine."

He was certain the woman in his dream was Buffy. But why would he be dreaming of Angel, Drusilla and Darla along side Buffy? Unless it wasn't a dream, but then again, that was impossible for it to not be a dream. Or was it?

In one hand, a bunch of burning herbs. The other held a book. Mordecai waved the herbs over the box and continued to chant the spell.

"Ego gubernatio tibi procul expositus."

The lid flew open revealing the content. A large metal glove. He placed the book down and with a smile he ran his fingers over the item. Carefully lifting it out, he put the glove on his right hand, wriggling his fingers around it.

The metal clashed as he did so. They pounded against the plastic window and growled. Terrifying teeth showing. Jack pulled out a raw slab of meat, opened up the hatch, tossed it in and slammed the hatch back up. The weevil mauled the meat. Jack continued to do the same for the others. When he finished he noticed that a woman with black hair was stood at the door. She came forward. Concern look on her face.

"Tosh told me about the blip...Jack, what's going on?" she spoke with a Welsh accent.

He picked up the towel on the hook and wiped his hands.

"It's a blip, showed up about an hour a go," he explained.

"I meant you, Jack (sighs) Tosh, Owen, heck even Ianto said you've been acting all het up since this blip showed up, so I am not moving from this spot until you tell me what the hell is going on!" she exclaimed.

The captain slammed the towel down.

"Just leave it,Gwen!" he combated.

He walked towards the door only to be stopped by Gwen.

"It's him, isn't it?"

"Who?"

Exasperated sigh.

"Don't give me that; you know who."

Jack walked away.

"Jack!" Gwen shouted.

He was now back in the main room. Gwen following on.

"Tosh, give me an update."

She stopped what she was doing.

"Ok, I double checked, triple checked the area for the signal, but it kept on disappearing, but when I cross referenced the time of the blip showing with the rift activity."

A rift scale came up on the computer. It had loads of peaks and valleys in the results.

"It's in overdrive," Tosh finished explaining.

Gwen looked pensive, as did Jack.

"What does that mean then?" Gwen asked.

"It means that there's a rift in a place that no longer exists," the captain jumped in.

Ianto frowned.

"So, the blip? I mean, it's there one minute, gone the next and then you find the rift. Is the blip actually there or is it just a side effect of the rift?"

Toshiko shook her head.

"Here is the interesting bit; you see the spike going southwards? That right there is the blip, coming from inside the rift."

"How did we detect the signal before the rift in the first place?"

Shrug.

"Your guess is as good as mine."

Quiet cobbled street, Manchester. The rain poured. What you could expect in England these days. Rain, rain and some more rain with the occasional sunny day; if you were lucky. A glimmer of white light shone by a street lamp throwing out a middle aged woman. She landed awkwardly on her foot spraining her ankle.

"Ow," she winced.

She rubbed her ankle and noticed a little corner shop. Not recognizing anything.

He had never felt pain like it. Every time the headaches would increase in pain, they would bring along some other unusual visitors, in the shape of visions. At least that's what he thought they were. The vampire had seen various amount things and people he had no idea who they were. Some man wearing tweed and a pair of glasses; not Giles. Then there was the dead girl's body. So he recognized the doll on the bed as one of Drusilla's. Then there was some guy. Brown hair, blue eyes and wore a blue military coat. American possibly. That was his very first vision. Some random guy. Not to mention someone's or something's voice. Low, rumbling and for some reason intimidating. Not often that anything would do this, but whatever it was, it sure as hell made him scared. Weird thing he never saw; what this person, demon or whatever looked like, so if he were to come up against it the only way he would recognise it would be if it spoke. Recently though, Spike found that he would speak. No idea where it came from he'd just hear his own voice and the headaches were now accompanied with nose bleeds. The pressure causing the vessels in his nose to burst.

Because these headaches/visions were getting more frequent he wanted to avoid the others, especially The Doctor as much as possible. The last thing he needed was him breathing down his neck. Staying low. Keeping to the alleys. The best thing for him at the moment. Something wasn't right. The instant he turned around. It was standing there. About six foot. Well-built and like a mud brown colour. Also, this demon had carvings on his body, which stood out in gold. The vampire had no idea what those symbols were. He sighed in annoyance.

"What? Have I got a bull's eye on my head or something? You demons just keep bloody poppin' up. Do me a favour and sod off , won't you?"

The demon gave a sly grin and clapped his hands.

"Did it work? Did you convince yourself, son of Jack?" the demon's voice rumbled.

Spike blinked. This was it? The voice he heard which had no owner. Had now found its owner. The vampire took an un-needed breath.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he spoke, nervously.

Son of Jack? Who the hell was Jack? And why did this demon think he was his father? The demon advanced towards Spike. He had to get out of there. Quick. He raised his hand to the sky; long nails clicking. All of a sudden the sky flashed a violet colour. Loud crackle of thunder, followed by a sudden down pour of rain. The demon roared and went for Spike , but the bleach blonde was far too quick for him.

Running as fast as he could out the other exit of the alley. He heard a loud cackle as the demon headed towards him.

Peering out the window through the blinds, Dawn(2) hated this time of year. Darker nights and darker mornings. The sound of thunder made her jump and she watched as the rain began to pour. Giles looked up.

"A storm, how peculiar," the Englishman said.

"I know, since we hardly ever get any," Willow spoke from behind a book.

Anya stood at the cash register as she normally did at this time. The ex-demon hated anyone else coming near the money, even Giles.

"Without rain we wouldn't be able to grow crops, so count your chickens," Anya said, bluntly.

"Exactimudo!...and that's a word I've never used and hopefully never will again," The Doctor grimaced.

She smiled.

"Thank you, at least someone appreciates my comments."

Xander looked up from the newspaper.

"I do."

"Yes, but you're not an intergalactic time traveller," she sighed.

That was it. He threw his arms up in the air.

"I'll be in the corner...recovering from my bashed and bruised ego."

Off he went to help Buffy(2). Dawn(2) joined the others at the table. Everytime Dawn(1) went to pick up a book Buffy(1) would take it from her. She then started her argument that Buffy(2) lets the other her research.

"This is a different reality, different Buffy and you are still too young to research."

She crossed her arms and huffed, muttering something under her breath.

"What did you just say?" her sister ordered.

"Nothing."

Dawn(2) grimaced at the paper on the table. Three people found mauled. On another paper was a teenage girl had been violently stabbed to death, left with a symbol on her forehead. Dawn took a seat next to Spike(1).

"Is it me or are there more mysterious deaths going on?"

Giles nodded.

"Yes, seems to be more demonic activity in the past few weeks than we have seen in, well...months."

Spike(1) took out a cigarette and began to smoke it. The watcher frowned.

However, curiosity took over The Doctor.

"Can I see that?" he asked Willow.

"Sure."

The red head passed the paper over. The glasses were out. He spoke as he read.

"More deaths, more demons and I don't know about you, but it has got marginally hotter in the last day...have you ever seen ANY of the demons that have been showing up?"

Ponder. Had they? Buffy(2) came to the table.

"No, except for the odd vamp, the others I don't even know existed...demon that shoots goo from it's mouth? Never seen 'em."

"...Rifts, oh yes! The increased deaths, activity, rise in temperature, the demons are coming through the rifts...but then that leaves us guessing who, how and why."

Rifts? What on earth were they? How did they travel through?

He ran and ran and ran until he couldn't run no more. If he didn't, he was pretty sure that the demon would turn him into paste within a second. He stopped at the other end of the alley. Spike could see the magic box at the other end of the street. Footsteps echoed down the alley. T-shirt stuck to his chest. Water dripping from his hair. Spike ran faster and faster. Demon not far behind. He charged into the shop. Soaked. The women couldn't help but stare at him.

"Lock the door," he ordered.

"Why?" Giles questioned.

"No time to question me! Just do it!" he exclaimed.

Giles rushed over to the counter as Anya threw him the keys. He spoke as he walked to the door.

"I really don't see the need to-"

The demon smashed through the door. Luckily Giles wasn't near it.

"Lock it," he gulped.

Everyone's attention was with this bulky demon that barged in. This was the reason why Spike was a nervous wreck? Anya watched the vampire lean against the counter. Buffy(2) rolled her eyes stepping up to him.

"I don't know why you were following Spike but I do know this; if you don't get out of here in ten seconds, then I'll have to throw you out myself," she warned him.

He cackled, but then turned serious.

"My business is not with you, little lady (turns to Spike(2)) I may not have killed you yet, but mark my words, William, son of Jack, I will crush your skull with my bare hands."

The vampire just looked at him. That was it. The demon left of his own accord. He seemed to be hyperventilating. Xander eyed him.

"Oh, please don't tell me William The Bloody's scared of a demon?... is this bizzaro world?"

He banged his fist against the counter. This was what he feared all along. It progressed so quickly. Clenched jaw. Xander continued his rant on to how big of a wuss the vampire really was. Buffy(2) hushed him.

"Spike, are you ok?" she asked him as she came closer.

He closed his eyes and breathed out.

"I'm fine."

Pushing himself away, he made his way over to the door. Dawn(2) looked at him with concern.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure! Just stop with the bleedin' quest-...questions. "

Hand to the temple. The pain grew even more.

"Ow, ow, ow."

He leaned against the wall and held his head.

"Spike?"

The concern laced through her voice. Dawn(2) panicked.

"W-what's wrong?"

Letting out a terrifying scream, he collapsed to the ground.

Finally, the day he had been waiting for had come. Mordecai had made sure that the wounds that covered her body were sewn together. He wiped blood off her body and insuring she had a fresh set of clothes on. The last thing anyone would want would be to wake up from the dead in the same clothes you died in. Inhaling a deep breath he wiggled his fingers in side the glove once more. Kneeling down next to his wife, Mordecai placed the glove on her head. The other held her hand. Closed eyes.

The glove tensed.

"Come on, come back to me," he whispered.

His wife's eyes flew open. Staring at the ceiling.

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