Of course, here I go with another crossover! I bet you're all like, "Another Potter Twins story, Juliet?" Nope! As I have finally gotten to Season 3 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer I think it'd be appropriate to write a fanfiction with my favorite TV show, and my newest edition to the favorites list. Now, I'm really sorry about not posting that often, but I have just moved, and on top of that I had a crap load of school work. Those things, paired with the fact that I only get an hour and a half on the computer on school nights (because I rarely got off of it all year in 6th grade), means I don't write much. I hope this can be something more though. Okay, I've wasted enough time yammering on about me! Now for the story! Thanks and enjoy!
Matha's POV – One Year Earlier
As the TARDIS came to an unusually shaky stop, I fell back into my seat with a sigh. All the Doctor has talked about since I got into the TARDIS was Rose. I wished he would say something other than "Rose would know" before I go insane. He acts like I'm barely even there.
"Martha, are you even listening?" The Doctor snapped.
I hadn't even noticed he was talking at the moment. I didn't even know he'd been standing right by me.
"Oh, sorry, what?" I asked, pulling myself from my thoughts.
"Anyway, what you need to do is give the family these papers and explain that you're a transfer from, oh, I don't know, any English boarding school you can think of. It needs to be convincing! If they don't believe this, then there is no way the family will take you in," He explained seriously.
"One question, how do I explain why my parents don't just buy a house here and sign me up for school?" I asked.
The Doctor replied with a heap of frustration in his voice, "Didn't you hear me, Martha?! I told you that already. Your mother is dead and your father doesn't have enough money to move here, yet."
I nodded. I didn't understand why he'd asked me to do this, or what it had to do with this Buffy Summers, but I had to help him. What I had to do was simple enough, dress up and act like a high school girl from the 90's, but I wasn't in high school. I mean, I looked a bit old to be a sophomore in high school. The Doctor said that I could pass for a high schooler if I acted like one well enough. He said that some of them looked older than they were, so I guess that could be my excuse.
As I began my search for my destination, my eyes settled on the house I was supposed to stay at. Rosenberg family, here I come.