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[kiss_evilgoodbye]

After destroying magic as we know it and losing her father figure as well as her sense of purpose in life, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, savoir of the world and leader of the Slayers, retired to become a coffee shop waitress and live on her sister's couch.

Yes, that would be her little sister.

The one who is shacking up with one of Buffy's best friends who used to babysit for her.

She knows, you are all incredibly jealous and completely want her life. But! Aside from the caveats above, life isn't all that terrible. She has a job, she still patrols, and she is obsessively searching for an apartment of her very own. While it's not burdened with glorious purpose - or complete with a castle all her own - it's still a life. It's as close to normal as she's ever had since she was fifteen. It's pretty much all she's ever wanted - sans, of course, being happily married to Christian Slater, but all good things do come with time.

(So why does she feel like it's not enough?)

The situation she's currently in, however, is not her usual situation on patrol. Vampires, the occasional demon, sure. But strange silver-y looking robot people? So not usual fare for San Francisco. There aren't a lot of them, maybe two or three, but they seem to be hauling people off to be "upgraded," whatever that means. She's been following this particular batch to see where they're hauling people off to - one clever and witty rescue, coming up - but what she doesn't expect is one of the big clunky things to get the drop on her before she can get close enough to see what was going on. She is now surrounded on three sides.

"You physiology is compatible. You will be upgraded."

"Hate to break it to you, boys," she says, one hand forming into a fist in her glove, "but I already have been." With that, she swings to the one on her right, landing a hard left to what would be the jaw, which a) hurt and b) doesn't seem to phase him much. In fact, it only seems to make him mad.

"Upgrade or be deleted." As he speaks he raises what looks like some kind of arm canon in her direction. She quickly darts to the side before he can fire, ducking and rolling to get out of the way and watching as the trash can he does happen to hit gets disintegrated in a shower of blue-green light.

That is not good.

"Uh-oh."

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[bowtimeandspace]

Saving the world is all well and good, but sometimes he really wonders if he doesn't deserve a day off. Actually, no, that's rubbish, days off are boring, worse than a Sunday, and who'd want one of those?

It's probably good then that little blip of a signal showed up in a quiet TARDIS and brought him swiftly careering down to Earth. San Francisco of all places! Maybe after this he could go sightseeing! But for now, he best deal with is.

He finds himself along a darkened alley (how cliche), and he walks with quiet steps in the evening light, his sonic outstretched as he follows that dull signal. It's probably a trap, it's usually a trap, but since when did that ever stop him?

There are footsteps he can hear in the distance, followed by the far too familiar sound of 'delete, delete, delete,'. But then it's not just that, there's someone else, another voice, and a figure he can see beyond the shining steel. There's no time to wait, and so out of his pocket he pulls a small ball, all swirling with blue and pink; he throws it, watching it bounce until it comes to a stop between the Cyberman and the girl. In no time at all the alley is filled with a gas, as many colours as the ball itself, like a thick fog, impossible to see even a hand in front of a face. But then it begins to clear, and through it the silver figures that surrounded the girl are slumped.

But she's no longer alone, as the Doctor stands beside her.

One of the Cybermen begin to twitch.

"Right," he says. "I think, probably, well, run."

He reaches out his hand to slip into hers, and tugging her off back along the alley, he does just that..

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

The gas fills the air in front of her and she stumbles back, unsure of what all of this is. She stumbles back, and when the smoke clears, there's a guy in a tweed jacket and a bowtie. The associations of at all bring back a lot of emotion but there isn't time to process them all.

He's taking her hand and telling her to run, and while the general in her wants to stand, to fight, she also knows that this is a fight she can't win. For now, running is the best option. So she does. She falls into step next to him, glancing back over her shoulder to see what the robot guys were doing.

"What are they?"

[bowtimeandspace]

He doesn't think about it as he runs, her hand in his own, and he doesn't stop until he's pulled her around a corner and into a doorway, the door slammed shut and sonic locked behind.

"Cybermen," he tells her before looking back towards her, his sonic still outstretched as he scans the dark space around them.

"Nasty little things. Well, nasty big things. Quite good at not dying though."

Content that the room they were in was safe enough, he turned his full attention back towards her.

"Nice running, by the way!"

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

"So I noticed. They're really hard to hit." If she's going to have to break out her rocket launcher skills, this may be getting a bit more complicated than it already is. But this guy at least seems to know what he's doing.

That's always a plus.

And the running compliments don't hurt either.

"Thanks!" she says brightly. "Where are we running to exactly?"