Disclaimer: Neither series belongs to me. I claim no rights.
Crossover: Doctor Who (10th Doctor)/Slayers
Date Written: 7/11/2010
"Hold them steady!" The skinny, pinstriped figure kneeling at the base of the alter looked out of place, covered in dust and scrabbling through the debris as he was.
"I'm trying!" the man's companion, a woman with long red hair wearing an outfit not much more functional than his, snapped. She was trying to hold two buttons on the altar halfway down. Unfortunately, they were at opposite ends of the altar. A furious snarl from outside the 'barrier' cut her off and she glanced worriedly at the snarling visage on the other side. Donna had seen it smash stone with its bare hands and burn half a forest down to come after them (she still wasn't sure HOW it had done that thing with the forest but she'd been running too much to care at the time).
"What is that thing again?"
"Um..."
"...Doctor?"
"Actually, I don't know." He didn't look up.
"You don't know?"
"Well I don't know everything!"
"Huh! There's a first. I finally get you to admit it, and we're about to be killed!" Her grip on one of the buttons slipped temporarily, causing the barrier to waver alarmingly. After rebalancing, she resumed her tirade. "Why didn't you bother to check if there were killer statues around before stopping?"
The Doctor froze in his frantic search for his sonic screwdriver (which he was positive was around there somewhere).
"Of course! Donna, you're brilliant!"
"I...what?"
"Statues! Living statues! Like the weeping angels!"
"...?"
He bounded to his feet, all long limbs, boyish enthusiasm, and beaming smile. Donna was NOT in the mood.
"Does that mean something, then?"
"Well, of course! The weeping angels were quantum locked. They could only move when no one was looking at them!"
With a great show of enthusiasm, he whirled around and glared intently at the creature. It paused to eye him oddly then growled and smashed against the shield again.
"...ah..."
Donna looked between the two of them then rolled her eyes, readjusting her grip again.
"Any other bright ideas, sunshine?"
Zelgadis was NOT having a good day. He had finally (FINALLY) managed to track down a Claire Bible manuscript that Xellos did not seem to have discovered (if the fact that it was still in one piece said anything). It was located beneath some ruins beyond the border of Saillune, between the inner and outer boundaries of the barrier. Because of that, it had been complicated enough getting there without drawing attention.
He'd been woken up early that morning by the inn owner pounding on his door to ask for a favor, then had opened the door without remembering to put his hood and mask on. In the ensuing freak out and screams he had managed to slip away but left without any coffee or the chance to make himself look presentable.
Then he'd run into a pack of trolls in the forest. And beastmen. And then a gryphon. After finally reaching the ruins, he'd fallen into a teleportation snare which somehow trapped him at the bottom of a pit with a very large blue box. (He still had no explanation for the box but since it hadn't attacked him, he wasn't going to dwell on it). He managed to escape that after twenty or thirty minutes of minor spells and scrabbling at rocky walls, then completed the rest of the trek.
Only to find that someone had beaten him to manuscript and erected a magical shield to keep him out.
He snarled and glowered at the humans behind the barrier before striking it again with his fist.
Comments:
This is an old 20 minute fic that I've actually had online for about a year and a half. Originally, I wasn't going to use it but I didn't want to re-write the same idea (DW crossover)
