Disclamer: I own neither Doctor Who nor Buffy The Vampire Slayer for two important reasons: 1) It is illegal to own people. 2) They are both fictional characters.

He never had liked travelling alone.

The Doctor sighed and ran a hand through his unkempt brown hair, trying not to think about Rose. It had been a long time now since the farewell at Bad Wolf Bay, but somehow life aboard the Tardis had never returned to normal.

The ship gave a sympathetic creak. It knew what he was thinking. Smiling slightly, the Doctor clapped a grateful hand to the pillar before him, then immediately wished he hadn't

The floor gave a great rattling shudder, and there was an awful sound as the engines ground to a halt. Sparks flew from the time rotor, and fuses beneath the floor-grille blew with loud bangs.

"Oh no!" the Doctor cried as he picked himself up off the floor, "Not again!"

The Tardis responded with a violent jerk as it plummeted out of the time vortex. The Doctor was thrown backwards. He hit his head off the central console, and knew only blackness.

He opened his eyes slowly, searching inwardly for injuries. Everything seemed in working order. He stood. Both he and the Tardis appeared to be in one piece, but the console room was steeped in darkness.

Just like last time.

The only light was that struggling in from outside. The Doctor stood and strode over to the doors. He peered out of the window, knowing already that he wouldn't be able to see anything discernible. He decided simply to risk it, and taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.

He released the breath in a sigh of relief at the absence of purple space monsters outside. He saw instead a dusty road, bathed in sunlight, leading into what looked like a small town in America, at the turn of the twenty-first century.

Turning, the Doctor observed that the Tardis had landed (blessedly upright) on a roadsign, knocking half of it clean off. He ambled round to look at the remaining half, which now read, "Welcome To." Looking around, he spied the severed piece lying in the dust, about a yard away. He jogged over to it and read it aloud.

"Sunnydale."

A/N: A really short prologue, I know, but it's only there for the gasp factor. Expect more hefty chapters on the way as we get into the plot. That is, if this plot even works…