A/N I own nothing from the source material, songs, or oc's from MyraValhallah's story. Just doing this for fun.

Chapter 19

"They didn't need me." The Meta-crisis stared into his mug of what he hoped was tea and sighed. "That dimension I found myself in...it had people called potentials taking care of everything." Spike perked up at that. Until that mo' he'd been comparing the Doctor to Angel in his head. Stupid styled brown hair? Check. Broody? Check. Spending exorbitant amounts of time feeling guilty for the deaths you were responsible for then doing everything you could to make it right? Check. Well all right, he had done his own fair share of that on the Hellmouth, but still.

"Potential Slayers?" Spike's smile made it clear that his current bad guy persona was just that, a persona. Or at least that was a heck of a lot of human in him.

"Yeah they had this girl, strongest human in spirit than I've met since Rose and certainly in brawn than any other out there, called the Chosen One. Only person I know to die more than once to save the world, ourselves excluded." He nodded at the Doctor when he said this. "If you need me then I'm all in. Allons-y." He smiled shyly and took a sip of his 'tea'.

Spike was still on cloud nine knowing that Buffy was still fighting the good fight and that as long as this rag tag team was on the case his dimension would be safe as houses. Buffy was safe as as houses as long as the six of them were working on something. Maybe when he got home Angel's cookies would be done and good old White Hat Will could beat his grandsire and the blasted Immortal to the plate.

Sarah looked at the book one last time before they started. Rose and her Doctor were standing in a cordoned off circle of herbs and oils. The Meta-crisis was lying on the divan Spike had moved into the Escher room for them. It was true, she thought, as she looked at the vampire taking his spot as the third corner of their triangle. He was good and something told her soul or no soul that this man had always been a good man. Just as much as Jareth was just a good man who had played the role of villain for her. The more time went on the more she had to tamp down the urge to kiss the bird-brained monarch.

The memory of their kiss from what felt like so long ago seared Jareth to the bone. She had pulled away from him then but that had been his fault. He had pushed too far, too fast. He was willing to go slow if it meant she would sit near him, speak with him. Just her presence at his side now made him feel safe. As though everything would be right as rain.

Rose held the Doctor's hand for dear life. This was what would save the universe, but, she couldn't imagine it was what he wanted. He was such a good man. Now, if the transfer went well, that would be all he was. Not a Timelord, not the Bringer of Darkness, the Oncoming Storm, the Evergreen Man, President of the High Council of Timelords Keeper of the legacy of Rassilon, Defender of the Laws of Time and Protector of Gallifrey. Protector of Gallifrey. He would still be a good man.

The pain was excruciating as though their hearts had started on fire and they held onto each other for dear life. Rose and the Doctor collapsed to their knees as their genetic codes were rewritten and the power they possessed transferred to the Meta-crisis. Sarah kept chanting her right words until the light had stopped flowing from the two on the floor into the vessel on the divan. The man who from henceforth would be known as the Doctor sat up with a jolt and clutched at his, now, both beating hearts. The Escher room began falling apart and Sarah as well as the other two humans fell away to safety with it. The three men stood together as the rift opened and the First arrived. It was just an incorporeal demon each told himself. And what did Demons do when Good Men went to war?

"Run." Spike stared the creature down. Of course it would take that form. Her form. "If you know what's good for you, you'll run back with your tail between your insubstantial legs to whatever hell dimension Buffy banished you to in the first place."

"Oh," the First tilted it's borrowed blonde head, "I think lil' Spikey forgot that it takes three kings to banish me back when it comes to this prophecy. And I only see one." The borrowed mouth smiled smugly and with that something snapped inside of him. He wasn't playing by the rules. He never liked them any way.

"What did Peaches say Soldier Boy dubbed him once? Oh yeah, Buffy told him about that tiff, he was crowned King of Pain. Well with Grandad being sent to hell by the Slayer, wouldn't that title now apply to me?" His grin was malevolent, "Seein' as 'ow I'm his bonny heir and he always affectionately called me 'boyo', he'd want me to have the crown." Even now his sarcasm and snark was ever present.

The glow that had been encompassing Jareth spread to Spike when he clasped hands with the Goblin King. The First turned to look at the Doctor and it shifted now looking like an old reminder of a pain he had been trying for years to put away. "What did the vampire say about a grandfather?"

"Susan." He stepped forward only a bit but it was enough to have the two blondes shout at him that it wasn't his granddaughter. "I know that. Susan was happy the last time I saw her and the knowledge that I was saving the universe for people like her was what kept me charging after the Meanwhiles and Neverwheres until I faced down, decapitated, and took the crown of the Could've Been King in the Time War." He held out both his hands and joined the other kings. The First howled and hissed then was sucked into the ether and the dimensions began closing.

The Escher room returned the three kings to the humans waiting for them and Sarah ran to Jareth the moment she saw them.

"You made it. You saved us." She peppered his face with kisses and the Doctor and Spike walked away before the embrace became too much PDA for even Dr. McKissyface and the Big Bad himself. The sight they were greeted with wasn't really that much better. A tangled mess of hands and fingers and mouths that resembled more the suckers on the bottom side of an octopus' tentacles then actual gobs. All it did was help to remind the two loners that that was what they were. Loners. The King!Doctor went to clear his throat but was too late.

"Would you two stop slapping tongues long enough for us to celebrate savin' the fabric of time and space. As former Gallifreyans I figured you'd care something for that." Spike huffed and stomped over to a step, sitting sulkily. He wasn't brooding, that was too much his Grandsire, no, Spike was menacing the step. He thought he would be home now, ready to prove himself, he'd moved on. He had. Maybe the Slayer of Slayers had finally made the circuit enough times that he was genuinely a prat of a good guy now. It wasn't so long ago that he and Angel had seen her in Italy though. Maybe she was still with the stupid Immortal. His Benevolence. Spike began menacing the step with fervor.

The King!Doctor said that he would be leaving then. All he had to do was fly to the coordinates the Human!Doctor had given him and the time lock on his regeneration would break. They had all followed him to the TARDIS. He had lost his when he had been sucked out of Buffy's dimension, anyway. Sara stepped out of the circle of Jareth's arms and, with his fingers still locked with hers, walked over to the Doctor. "Guess you're on your way to some whirlwind adventure."

He ducked his head and walked in through the familiar doors. There was the sound of a type 40 time travel capsule being prepped for take off. A moment later he popped his head back out. "I have the feeling we are all dropping into lives we might not feel ready for. I just thought I'd share this bit of philosophy before I leave. When the fall seems to overwhelm you, just take a deep breath and shout-" He was cut off as the TARDIS fazed out with it's familiar whoosh.

Rose looked at the Doctor, no, he had told her to call him John. She looked at John gauging his reaction to the last opportunity of being who he had been for centuries disappearing. Would he be happy with her in Pete's World? She was so scared he would be taken over by wanderlust just as his clone had.

John looked down at the young woman in his arms. Jareth was going to magic them back to her Doctor free dimension any moment now and he felt the swirl of power hit him as he stared into her eyes. He could tell she didn't quite trust what might happen after they fell. He could feel the sand of Bad Wolf Bay under his feet and smell the water. He leaned down until his lips were just a breath from hers. Almost kissing but not quite. He smiled. "So, Rose Tyler, Rome?" He leaned forward before she could respond and he thought very loudly...Geronimo.

A/N: That'll be bye-bye to the Doctor, sorry, John and Rose. But wait, they only have two hearts between the two of them. That leaves us with four left unfinished in their mending.