Title: Not So Different After All

Disclaimer: None of it's mine. I do not own Doctor Who or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Get over it.

Rating: K+

Pairings: B/A, 10/Rose

Summary: A collection of drabbles and one-shots. The Doctor and Rose land in Sunnydale – only to find out they have a lot more in common with this strange place then they could have imagined.

"So what trouble are you in?" asked the Doctor eagerly.

The others looked at each other. "Nothing's wrong at the moment," explained Giles. "There have been no malevolent supernatural occurrences since two weeks ago, when Xander was possessed by the spirit of a hyena."

"He ate the school mascot," piped up Willow.

"Thanks Will," said Xander sourly. "At least I didn't eat the Principle."

Rose wrinkled her nose.

"Yes, we are grateful for small mercies," retorted the librarian.

"I've been possessed too," said Rose, shooting Xander an understanding grimace of shared pain. "Nothing like being mind raped to give you a really bad headache afterwards."

Xander nodded. "And was anybody sympathetic? Nope."

The Doctor frowned. "So back to the topic, nothing's wrong? No minor plagues, unexplained disasters, uprisings from Hell?"

"Not even a small rain of toads," said Giles going behind the counter to consult his Watcher diaries, to check he hadn't overlooked anything. "These things normally happen weekly though so we're overdue one. This being the Hellmouth that's never a good thing."

The Doctor nodded in agreement. "The TARDIS doesn't just pick a point at random. We're here for a reason." There was a scream from the corridor. The Doctor perked up. "Brilliant."

Buffy rolled her eyes as she ran to the door. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

The Doctor tried to straighten his face and failed miserably. "Well maybe a little." Buffy shot him a look. "Okay yes."

They peered out the door. Buffy sagged. "Oh, it's only Cordelia."

"Not evil?"

"Definitely yes, but sadly not slayable. She's only a threat to those lower down the food chain- and that's everyone."

Cordelia had stalked up to them by this time and was clutching her left shoe and a broken heel. "Do you know how much these things cost?" She turned and yelled back down the corridor at a small, geeky boy who poked his head round the lockers. "Some idiot's just run into me and broken it!" She waved her broken shoe wildly in the air.

"Here." The Doctor gently prised it out of her hands and quickly pressed his sonic screwdriver against the sole and heel. There was a brief buzzing sound and the glimmer of blue light, before he handed her the shoe back, once again whole.

"Oh my...you fixed it!" said Cordelia a little breathlessly, finally taking him in. "You managed to mend Jimmy Choos-"

"Here we go," muttered Xander.

"You saved me!" she smiled her most winning smile. "Hi, we haven't been introduced- I'm Cordelia Chase. You are?"

"The Doctor," he said and grinned, seemingly unaware of the effect he was having on Cordelia. She flicked her hair over her shoulder.

"Like a medical doctor or something? Cos I've been having these treatments for my face, not that there's anything wrong with it, they're special enhancements and…"

"Buffy, stop her please, before she takes us all out with her super powers of boredom," hissed Xander. The Slayer rolled her eyes but agreed.

"Cordy, he's an alien."

The brunette stopped mid sentence. "I'm still speaking, hello? There's no need for you to open your mouth unless it's to agree…" and then the impact of Buffy's words hit her. Her eyes widened. "An alien?"

She fixed the Doctor with an appraising stare. "Of course, it all makes sense. You're hot and yet you're hanging out with the socially special. You can fix Jimmy Choos, but you're not gay." She smacked her forehead. "Why are all the good ones either dead or from another world? For once let me like someone normal." She stalked off down the corridor still ranting to herself.

Xander sighed. "There goes hurricane Cordy."

"Is she always that…abrasive?"

"Abrasive? That was Cordy on a good day- you got off lightly," replied the teen. "You fixed her shoe so she didn't say anything about your coat."

The Doctor stiffened. "What's wrong with my coat? It's practical, durable and unobtrusive."

"Ok, getting past your obvious defensiveness," said Buffy,"it gets pretty hot around here. You wear a long coat- you're probably a vampire."

"You can tell a vampire from their fashion sense?"

The Slayer smirked. "Oh yeah. For instance, if you look like you've come dressed from the 80's, then that's when you probably died. Shoulder pads and leisure suits? Please."

Xander smiled. "That's our Buffy: slaying evil and bad fashion in one go."

"You can mock," she stuck out her tongue, "but you'll be next. A Hawaiian shirt, Xan?"

"So, back to the Doctor's coat, what is up with that?"

The Doctor folded his arms. "Angel's wearing one."

"I hate to point this out," he replied, "but I am a vampire. Buffy's point still stands."

The Doctor pouted. "Do I have to?"

"It is a bit um, swooshy," added Rose.

"My coat's not swooshy. It's majestic, it's cool, it's… alright so it is a bit swooshy."

Rose grinned and grabbed his hand. "Come on, Mr Majestic, the TARDIS wardrobe is waiting."

Rose had just entered the wardrobe room when she felt the TARDIS begin to dematerialise. She raced back into the console room. "What's going on?"

"We're leaving…"

Rose rolled her eyes. "Clearly. But I didn't realise you had to leave Sunnydale just so you could change your coat."

"I'm not controlling it!" said the Doctor, running around the console, frantically hitting buttons. He prodded a big green one viciously. "Come on girl, what are you doing?"

Rose bit her lip. "Anything I can do?"

"Not unless you have a grasp of quantum mechanics, gravitational time dilation and bananas."

"No, sorry." She ran his sentence through her head again. "Bananas?"

The Doctor frowned. "Sorry, random translator blip. I said…oh well it doesn't matter what I said you still wouldn't understand, where's Einstein when you need him?" He banged the console again and the TARDIS sparked angrily at him. "Now there was a companion who really knew how to fly her."

He fixed Rose with a look. "Couldn't leave him alone though- he was always tinkering." He pulled a lever and grinned manically. "Here we go, this should do it!"

There was a loud, high pitched whining sound, the grating of metal on metal, and the harsh stench of burning rubber. They came to a sudden, juddering halt, and Rose was thrown across the room.

"Ow." The lights suddenly died and the room was plunged into darkness, only lit by the faint glow of the emergency lights.

"Rose!" The Doctor appeared by her side. "Are you alright?" He felt her forehead, searching for cuts and dents.

"Stop it, I'm fine." She squinted at him in the half light. "Just got a really strong sense of déjà vu though. And why's there two of you?"

"Ok, so mild concussion but nothing else." His large, cool hands pressed gently against her temples and the split Doctor gradually merged into one before her eyes. He peered at her in concern. "Better or worse?"

"Well…there's three of you now…" she batted away his hands and grinned cheekily. "I'm joking, 's all better."

The TARDIS jerked again and began it's re-materialisation sequence. The Doctor leaped up from her side and checked the readings coming from the front panel.

"What's happening this time?"

There was a sudden clunk and the TARDIS stopped, the lighting returning to full power.

"We're back in Sunnydale."

Rose raised an eyebrow. "Great, but when are we?"

"One week later. It must be something to do with the energy coming off the Hellmouth- it's playing with the time continuum and polarising the gravitational-"

He caught Rose's pointed look. "Err…bad stuff made TARDIS go boom?"

She rolled her eyes. "I still think it's your driving."

The Doctor huffed as he peered out of the TARDIS door. He grimaced. "Since when has there been a dimensional rift in Sunnydale?"

Rose shrugged and joined him. "I don't know...why's it night here and day over on the other side of the street?" A frown crossed her face. "We'd better find Buffy and the others, they must have thought we'd abandoned them."

"Or that something had happened to us," the Doctor replied darkly. They stepped out into the night, the sounds of shouting, screaming people filling the air. "So, which way? Towards the dark scary abyss of evil or away?"

Rose poked her tongue out. "Do you really need to ask?"

He grabbed Rose's hand and they began to run towards the screaming people running from the dark rift across the sky.

"Don't think this gets you out of changing your coat though."

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