Title: "Last Bus From Sunnydale".
Parts: 1/1
Author: 'A Gentleman Of Leisure'.
Summary: Another bit of what happened immediately after 'Chosen.
Story Type: In canon Buffyverse - Buffybot/Doctor Who X-over.
Disclaimer: No one here belongs to me - I've just borrowed them to play with. All other Patents, Trademarks and Copyrights acknowledged. Thank you.


Author's Note: Although this is actually my 21st story, you will need to have read this one before reading my 20th - "A Prospect Of Whitby".


"Last Bus From Sunnydale"

by 'A Gentleman Of Leisure'.


The Buffybot came out of the bathroom, having finally finished throwing up.

"Better, now?"

"No. Something's happening. I think it's time I should go home"
"Oh dear," said the Doctor. "How many times have I heard that after a good party?"

"I'm serious. I want to go back to Sunnydale."

"You do remember that being precise about our destination is a somewhat hit-or-miss affair, don't you?"

"You can do it, Doctor. I know you can."

"All right, my dear. Let's find out. Hold tight now. If you're still feeling a little queasy you might be well advised to try a jelly baby - it will settle your stomach."

He waved a paper bag under her nose. She had never worked out where he got them from - she assumed he must either have a whole room full of them hidden somewhere in the Tardis, or he had some way of making more when he ran out.

"OK, October the 2nd, 2001, here we come - I hope!"


The Buffybot stepped out into the late morning sunlight and stopped dead, staring at the immense crater. Far away down the road, enveloped in a cloud of dust, was the small faint shape of a yellow bus, receding into the distance as fast as it's worn out old engine and knackered gearbox could take it.

The ground quivered, and a new crack opened up close to her toes. Something shiny caught the Buffybot's eye as it teetered on the edge, and started to slip out of sight. It was some sort of elaborate axe, and instinctively she grabbed it up.

"What's happening? It should be night time! I wanted to go back to Sunnydale! This looks more like Meteor Crater, Arizona!"

"Woops! Sorry, my dear - right place, wrong date," said the Doctor, peering out of the door of the Tardis. "It's actually May the 10th, 2003. This is Sunnydale, though. Whatever's just happened here must have been what was calling you home."

"No, Doctor. I think it was this."

He noticed the weapon she was brandishing.

"Mmm, nice. Very stylish!"

"I think this belongs to Buffy. She must have dropped it. And I'm absolutely certain she's on that bus." She pointed into the distance where there was now just a faint cloud of dust drifting away.

"So, we missed the bus as well. Never mind, we can catch up with it at the next stop, can't we?" the Doctor said confidently. "OK - all aboard that's coming aboard. Any more for the Skylark? No hitch-hikers? Right, just you and me then."

And as the ground shuddered again, the Buffybot leaped back into the Tardis and slammed the door behind her. With a creaking and groaning mechanical sound it faded into the ether, just in time, as the next forty yards of blacktop suddenly collapsed and fell away into the crater.

Then there was silence and stillness for a while; just a roadrunner looking for newly exposed insects.