Of Doctors, Aliens, and Music
By: RavenHeart101
Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who I'd be older. If I owned Torchwood I'd be richer. And if I owned Glee I wouldn't be on here.
Summary: Torchwood may be practically dead, but that doesn't mean that the aliens have stopped their descent on Earth. Jack's hiding in a small Ohio town, working at a local garage. The Doctor's randomly transported to a boarding school. Kurt's trying to get through his sophomore year of high school. Blaine's trying to get used to Dalton. Santana's trying to sort out her feelings. Brittany's trying to understand life. And then something goes wrong and they are forced to come together to figure out how to fix it. Somethings may be more permanent than others.
A: N – I have no life so I decided to write a Doctor Who, Torchwood and Glee crossover. Enjoy my readers. Takes place after Torchwood's end, during season one of Glee, and features the Tenth Doctor. This is for my lovely cousin who is very much enamored with all three shows.
"We're not gonna be
Just apart of their game
We're not gonna be
Just the victims..."
Captain Jack Harkness had been working at Hummel Tires and Lube for a good week before he met his boss's son. He had heard Burt speak highly of the boy in the short amount of time he had made a residence in Lima, Ohio but he had never once laid eyes on the boy. He had heard from the other workers that the boy was great with cars and that he had a major talent when it came to singing. He had heard that the boy had an eye for fashion and was so full of snark it was remarkable he hadn't exploded at the seams. The boy was very much loved.
So Jack had pictured this tall, teenage brute who was smart and maybe, just maybe, a bit mean. He had pictured someone who looked like Burt. Someone who wore flannel (maybe too much flannel) and a baseball cap. Therefore, the first time he saw Kurt Hummel he had no idea who he was speaking to. Or what someone who looked like that was doing in Hummel Tires and Lube. He looked out of place. He looked horribly small and... very much like a little child. Something in Jack went out to the boy that day.
His blue eyes had sparkled a bit when he had walked into the place. Jack supposed he should have found it a bit weird that the boy knew his way around the garage better than almost anyone, but he had just shrugged it off until the boy had moved to go into the back room. He had motioned to stop him until the kid opened up his mouth and called "Dad!" That stopped him short. He studied the boy with a small amount of shock from behind the old car engine he was tweaking with as Burt Hummel exited his office to give the boy who looked a little too young to his son a very wide (and genuine) smile.
It was something that Jack had never seen on his boss's face unless he was talking about his kid. But that didn't mean that his boy was his kid. He didn't look very much like Burt Hummel anyway.
He was proven wrong not to long after that. Kurt Hummel didn't look like Jack had expected him to look, but he acted almost exactly as everyone informed Jack that he would. He had spunk (the same sort Ianto used to have sometimes) and he was always chattering about some musical or fashion trend or something about his school or his friend Mercedes. He had barely ever talked to Jack in the amount of time he knew him, but he was almost like a permanent fixture at the garage and Jack was starting to realize that the boy was beginning to spike his curiosity more than he would have expected. "Good evening Jack!" Nor was when they boy had actually started talking to him.
Jack looked up from the car he had been working on and raised an eyebrow at the elegantly dressed boy. He certainly didn't sound as though it had been a 'good evening'. "Hiya Kurt." He noticed the boy's blush staining his cheeks when Jack sent a full blown smile his way. Jack's eyes sparkled for a moment before dulling. What were the chances that this boy had ever met a man who was actually 100% okay with not only who he was, but with who Kurt was? Most men in this garage certainly were (and he was pretty sure Burt had mentioned something about a woman named Carole and her son) but they definitely were not as handsome as he was. Not to sound vain or anything like that. "Doesn't sound like you had a good evening."
Kurt avoided his question by poking his head around the door leading into the back office. "Do you know where my dad is?"
Jack frowned. He was the only one working today. Burt had mentioned watching a game with Carole and her son, and Jack was pretty sure Kurt had known... "He's out."
Kurt stared at him for a second, his blue eyes asking a question before realization overcame his porcelain features. "Carole." Jack nodded lightly, going back to what he was doing with the Cadillac in front of him. He heard a sigh and something that sounded suspiciously like a bag drop onto the linoleum floor. Raising his eyes he saw the teenager slumped down in one of the waiting chairs with his head resting in his hand. His hair was being mused, and, from what Jack had seen in the few weeks he knew Kurt, he hated having his hair messy.
"What's wrong?" He was more curious than concerned. Jack figured that it had to be something pretty bad for the boy to willingly mess up his hair and Kurt looked a little lost.
He glanced up at Jack through his dark eye lashes, his blue eyes looking at him calculatingly. "Why do you care?"
His voice was cautious and Jack had to wonder if the boy was actually willing to tell him. He was almost shocked until he remembered that Jack had always managed to get people to tell him what was on their minds. He had a way about him that tended to have people trust him. "You look like you need someone to talk to is all." He wiped his hands with the rag that had been laying on the car's side mirror.
Kurt stared at him for a moment before giving him a small smile. "It's just... Some guy is going to get rid of Glee."
From what Jack had heard this was a weekly occurrence. "Doesn't that happen a lot?"
"Well yes... But Bryan Ryan is different than Miss Sylvester." Kurt sighed, sitting forward in his seat a bit and resting his elbow on his knee. "He could actually single-handedly dismantle New Directions."
"Ah." Jack said knowingly, smiling lightly at the boy. "But that's not your whole reason for acting like a deflated balloon is it?"
Kurt shot a look at him. "No." He said evenly, meeting Jack's eyes with his head on. There was a challenge in them. Jack found himself challenging back. Kurt broke eye contact first, looking down at his shoes as the scuffed against the floor. "Finn's better than me."
Ah, the real problem. Jack almost smiled in pride at the fact that he got it out of Kurt Hummel before he began wondering who this Finn guy was. "Finn?"
"Carole's son." Kurt supplied with a note of over dramatic depression in his unique voice. "Dad can take him to sports games and Finn won't complain. They can do guy things. They can talk about girls and eat disgustingly greasy foods and-"
"Your dad loves you, you know that right?" Kurt looked him for a second before dropping his eyes again and pulling his bag back onto his shoulder. "Kurt!" He called after the boy as he made his way out of the garage and back into the bright Ohio sunlight. The youngest Hummel turned back to look at Jack, a question on his face. "Your dad really does love you. Give him more credit. Burt never stops talking about you."
Kurt just smiled at him, mouthed out a 'thank you' and left.
Jack looked back down at the car in front of him. Maybe he should tell Burt about this. He sighed, coughing into his elbow. He would whenever he saw his boss for more than two seconds.
Santana Lopez ruled William McKinley High School ever since Quinn had gotten knocked up by Puckerman (or Hudson, although Santana knew for a fact that it wasn't Hudson. They guy lost his virginity to her a few weeks ago). She strutted down the hallway with her hands on her hips, her pony tail swinging behind her gently as she made her way towards her and Brittany's lockers. The blonde girl was already there, talking to Hummel with a bright smile on her face. She scowled for a moment as she saw Brittany reach out to hug him in goodbye before she smiled brightly at her. "Hi San!" She said happily, immediately reaching over to link her pinky with Santana's.
"Hey Britt." She greeted the other girl with a kind smile as she flicked open her locker and extracted her jacket from inside of the red piece of metal.
"Mom and dad want you to come over tonight." Brittany said simply, leaning against her locker and twirling a piece of hair around her finger. "They're going out for their birthdays and they don't want me home alone."
"Anniversary Britt." Santana corrected her gently, relinking their pinkies with a small, self satisfied smile. "But I'm sure I'll be able to be there."
"Yay!" Brittany jumped on her in a hug when they made it into the choir room. Most of the other members were there already. Hudson was sitting beside Man Hands with a large smile on his face. Quinn was sitting beside Puckerman, the two of them arguing about something again. Tina was present, sitting beside Artie and holding his hand. Mike and Matt were talking about some video game. The only two missing were Mercedes and Hummel. Santana briefly took a moment to wonder where they were before she collapsed into the seat as far away from Man Hands as she could get with Brittany beside her. Quinn was giving her a dirty look for second, but she didn't take the time to wonder why. Puckerman was probably telling her all about how much he missed her dirty texts.
Santana smirked, turning around to listen to Brittany ramble about how Charity had crashed her new car and how she needed to find her a new one. Sometimes she worried about Brittany. "Boy you are insane!" She looked up to see Mercedes pulling a winded looking Hummel into the room with a boisterous laugh. The two sat in front of them. As usual, Mister Schue was late. He was probably playing tonsil hockey with Miss Pillsbury or something as equally vomit worthy.
"I'm just saying, Mercedes! It seems-"
"No you don't Kurt. Your father adores you." She stressed. "Him suddenly dating Mrs Hudson – and may I remind you who set them up – and getting to spend some guy time with Finn isn't going to change that." She heard the indignant snort as Hummel leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest.
She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before turning back to what Brittany was saying. People like Hummel were always blowing things out of proportion.
"I've been traveling on this road too long. Just trying to find my way back home." He sang quietly under his breath as he made his way back to his dorm, his books weighing down his uniform clad arms. He had hid out in the library for as long as he could, trying to avoid the masses. Dalton was different than Westerville High, he knew that, but that didn't mean that he believed it. So far everything about Dalton had been too good to be true. He had been in attendance at the private school for a few weeks now, but he still had yet to really make many friends. That wasn't to say that he was antisocial. If Blaine Anderson knew how to do anything it was avoid being the center of attention.
"The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone. And oh!" He continued quietly, pushing his way down the nearly empty hallway. He walked by the other boys without meeting any of their eyes. None of them bothered to pay him any mind. And by the time they had made it two doors away from him they would have no idea that he had even passed them. He held his books tighter when he felt someone jolt into his shoulder.
"Sorry mate." That must have been what caused him to break his own rule. Blaine raised his eyes almost cautiously to meet those of the person he had walked into.
He didn't look like any of the students. To be honest he didn't look like anyone that Blaine had ever seen before. The suit made him look like a teacher, but the shoes (a pair of ratty old converse) dispelled that idea pretty quickly. "I-it's okay." He said in shock. The man smiled at him, his teeth glinting and... well Blaine should have been more freaked out than he was. For all he knew the man was some sort of child predator.
"Would you happen to know where I am?" The man asked, falling into step beside him. His smile never disappeared.
Blaine's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Dal-What?" He stopped abruptly. Fear began to pick at his spine.
The man looked at him in confusion. "Well the last time I was in was 1963-" Blaine let out a strangled sort of noise from the back of his throat, his hazel eyes wide. "Are you all right? You don't look too good." He made a move to get closer to him and Blaine flinched back. Oh shit this man was a predator. He opened his mouth to scream, only to be stopped by the man's hand covering it firmly. "Oh please don't scream. I haven't properly introduced myself. Hello! My name's The Doctor."
The Doctor? The Doctor of what? Creeping up on high school children and then attacking them? Blaine thought he had escaped these sort of attacks when he left Westerville High. "The Doctor of what?" He croaked out from behind the man's hand.
"The Doctor of what, I bet you're wondering. Well... it's a little hard to explain. But, let me start by telling you that I am not here to harm you. You see my space ship broke and brought me here where I literally ran into you." He explained with a bright smile.
So he was an insane asylum escapee who was a predator... That didn't calm Blaine's nerves like the man had been hoping it would. He made another strangled noise and tried to break out of the man's grasp. "Promise you won't scream and I will let you go." He said pleadingly. He nodded fiercely, jerking out of the man's hold the moment the grip was relaxed. "Good." The Doctor smiled pleasantly at him, his hand reaching up to run through his already messed up brown hair. His eyes twinkled. "So, where am I exactly?"
Blaine let out another strangled noise and hit him hard in the stomach with his Chemistry book. With a gasp he ran down the hall and into the dorm he shared with David Hughes. He leaned against the door heavily, sliding down the door so that he was sitting on the floor and catching his breath. "Blaine... Are you okay?" David asked cautiously from his bed to the right of him.
"Ugh." He said simply, his head falling back to bang on the door.
So... uh... does anyone want to read more?