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Summary: When the Doctor arrives in Sunnydale, banter and demon/alien encounters ensue. Takes place S2 for the Doctor and S4 for Buffy.
Beta: Beta services provided by the lovely scullywolf, who lets me ramble at her frequently.
Chapter Length: ~2000 words
“Oh, yes,” replied Giles. “I’m afraid we have a bit of a problem.”
“Apocalypse?” asked Buffy, lightly.
“No,” answered Giles with a slight tilt of his head. “No, not this time. Probably.”
“Was it Willow again?” chimed Anya, again with the cheerily-bland tone and excessive blinking.
“Anya,” muttered Xander.
“No,” said Giles again, “though she should be here any minute now. Perhaps we should wait…”
“So,” said the Doctor nonchalantly as he studied those in front of him, “is this Willow often a problem?”
“She’s our friend,” said Buffy, raising her chin slightly and crossing her arms.
“Well,” the Doctor rubbed his neck, “I’ve known a friend or two who might have been a problem. A bit.”
I’ve been lucky enough to hit 3k followers! Thank you so much for following me and talking to me and being so nice and lovely in every way. <3 I really appreciate it!
To celebrate this, I’ve read through old and new favorite fics to pick out the ones I enjoy the most! Well, not all of them. I’m planning on making more rec lists in the future, so I’m saving some. ;)
It’s mostly Doctor x Rose, organized after genre with author, summary, pairing, rating, and length, and each and every fic on the list is fantastic and brilliant and written by super talented people! I’ve linked to the writers I know have tumblr, so remember to check out their blogs too! ^^
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