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were_lemurCrossover: Torchwood/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Jack Harkness, Buffy Summers, all ages, not mine. Jack's chasing a weevil, Buffy's hunting demons.
Jack raced after the weevil, desperate to catch it before it happened on some innocent civilian. A petite blonde stepped into the alley, directly into the alien's path, and Jack knew he'd never cover the distance in time --
The girl kicked, and the weevil staggered back.
Jack didn't have time to wonder how she'd managed that; he raised the tranquilizer gun. The new darts were untested, but they were the best chance he had.
The dart hit, the weevil dropped, and the blonde blinked at Jack, her expression quizzical.
That was when he realized she was holding a wooden stake.
Jack raced after the weevil, desperate to catch it before it happened on some innocent civilian. A petite blonde stepped into the alley, directly into the alien's path, and Jack knew he'd never cover the distance in time --
The girl kicked, and the weevil staggered back.
Jack didn't have time to wonder how she'd managed that; he raised the tranquilizer gun. The new darts were untested, but they were the best chance he had.
The dart hit, the weevil dropped, and the blonde blinked at Jack, her expression quizzical.
That was when he realized she was holding a wooden stake.
