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"Come on, Sexy, take me on an adventure!" the Doctor yelled, pushing a lever and setting the TARDIS to where he was needed most. Every single time he did this, he saved some awkward person or another, and since dropping Amy and Rory off in modern-day Venice, he decided to travel solo for once, trusting his TARDIS to take him somewhere special.
This time, though, when he had poked his head through the door of the "telephone" box he had landed in a place quite plain. High, white walls leading to a plain white ceiling, and along the walls there were plain, white, hard-looking beds.
"A hospital? Really, Sexy?" the Doctor asked the great blue box. "Fine, I'll stay.. There isn't even much to do though! The only person here is sleeping.." he said, wandering down to the furthest bed, on which lay a battered-looking girl, probably in her 20's.
"Now what happened to you?" he whispered, looking around for nurses then checking her over. She was breathing steadily, if not a bit shallow. She had no broken bones, though there were many bruises.
Overall, she was perfectly healthy, except for the awkward heart beat that she had. It was almost a quadruple heartbeat, but not quite. The third beat was very faint, which surprised him because humans only had one heart, and it never beat in threes. The Doctor cautiously hovered his ear near the other side of her chest, and heard what he hadn't heard for years.
Another heartbeat.
An not only that, but from a second source, another heart.
Jumping up, glee written all over his face, he did an incredibly distasteful happy dance, that was stopped short by the opening of the large door on the opposite side of the long room.
"Hermionie!" two boys shouted in unison, sprinting to her bedside and completely ignoring the man on the side of the bed opposite to them.
One of the men- a ginger, cupped her face with his long fingers, whispering incoherently to himself, while the other raven haired boy checked her pulse.
Feeling it was still strong, he turned his head upwards to analyze the stranger opposite him. He was wearing brown pants and a light blue button-up shirt and a brown tweed jacket. And a fez.
Deciding he wasn't a threat, the boy started a conversation with the man. "Who are you?" he asked politely.
"The Doctor. Who are you?" the Doctor said, gesturing to the both of them.
"I'm Harry Potter, and this is Ronald Weasley. Mind telling us what you're doing here? The Hospital Wing had been closed until further notice. And how is a police box in here?" Harry questioned, glancing at the big box in the middle of the room.
"Ah, that's Sexy." Doctor stated, receiving a confused glance from the boy across from him. "Just her nickname.. As for why I'm here, I have absolutely no idea. Sexy brought me here." he finished his answer, realization dawning on Harry's face.
"Oh, a portkey! You could've just told me. Took the wrong one?" he asked glancing at the Box.
A portkey? What? the Doctor thought, turning between the two men. "Uh, yes. Must've put the coordinates wrong.. tell me, what happened to miss Hermionie?" the Doctor asked slowly, unsure of what to make of these seemingly advanced humans. At his question, Harry's face turned grim and Ron took his first look at the raggedy man in front of him.
"You don't know?" Ron asked, holding Hermionie's hand.
"Should I?" the Doctor questioned, looking between the two.
Harry, being the trusting type of person, told him of Voldemort and the Battle of Hogwarts which had happened months previously. Hermionie had been stunned, and a pillar had been knocked over by a giant onto her immobile body, and she had been in a coma ever since.
Having a seemingly great idea, the Doctor ran to the door of his TARDIS, sliding to a stop in front of the doors. Climbing in, he shouted a "Be right back!" and shut the door behind him. Minutes later, he came back out with a tiny little device that looked like a stethoscope, and put it to her chest. Definitely hearing a 'thump thump' he gently opened her eye, and flashed a flashlight into it, causing her pupil to dilate.
"Mate, what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Ron exclaimed, jumping back in shock at how frantically the man in front of him was working.
"She should've regenerated by now.." the Doctor said aloud.
"Okay, that's it. If you don't get out in the next 5 seconds, I'll hex you." Harry pulled out a stick of wood from his pocket and pointed it at the madman, when something clicked.
"Dear sweet Gallifrey, you're wizards, aren't you?" he shouted looking between the two like a kid at christmas.
"Er.. Yeah.. Aren't you?" asked Ron suspiciously, looking him up and down for threats.
"Don't be silly, of course not! I've got myself a sonic!" he said, flicking a wandlike metal stick out of his pocket which was glowing green at one end. "Oh, right! I have got myself a sonic now, don't I?" he asked himself, bending back over Hermionie and scanning her.
"If you're not a Wizard.. Then why have you got that?" Harry asked, pointing to the TARDIS.
"For adventures!" the Doctor winked at the curious boy, standing back up and checking his sonic. "Oh fantastic, fantastic Sexy, I really do owe you! But how did miss here escape, I wonder.."
"Escape from what, exactly?" Harry asked, starting to get impatient with the stranger in front of him, though pleased that his question made the man uncomfortable.
"The war." The Doctor said, glancing at Harry then sitting on Hermionie's bed.
"Which war?" Ron asked, frustration lacing his words.
"The war that destroyed our planet.." Doctor whispered, clutching Hermionie's hand, and putting his face in the other.
After many awkward and confused moments of silence, the Doctor jumped off the bed as if electrocuted and grabbed Harry's shoulders. "What can you do? Anything? Wake her up?" he asked urgently, shaking the boy.
"Er.. I can Ennervate her, which is basically the spell to wake her, but I really don't think it'll-"
"Fantastic, do it." the Doctor said, cutting off Harry and pushing him towards the girl. Harry shot Ron a questioning look, but the ginger just shrugged and watched the show from a rather plush chair he had conjured.
"Here goes nothing.. ennervate!" Harry whispered.
Both wizards were surprised to see a groggy-looking Hermionie sit up on the hard mattress seconds later.
"Hey guys!" she croaked, and before she could say much more both boys flung themselves onto the skinny girl, who grunted at the force of impact. "Crushing! Crushing!" she squeaked, pushing the boys off her and looking between the two, then quickly glanced at the Doctor. "Who?" she asked Harry, nodding at the strange man.
"I honestly don't know." he answered, shaking his head. Hermionie looked at Ron who also shrugged, then expectantly at the Doctor.
"Well?" she asked.
"I'm the Doctor." he answered.
"Like the Muggle type of Doctor or.." Hermionie trailed off, a look of wonder spread across her face.
"Or.. or what, Hermionie?" he asked, urging her on.
"That box is yours?" she asked, pointing a shaky finger to it.
"Yes." he said, walking over to it. "Care for a look around?" he asked, bouncing between the balls of his feet.
Cautiously the young girl got up, bare feet hitting the cold stone of the hospital floor with a firm slap. Noticing her wand on the side table, she took it up and conjured herself a new pair of jeans, a T-shirt, fuzzy socks, and her favorite pair of converse. With the renewed confidence she received from the skinny stick of wood, she marched to the door of the great blue box.
"Well shit! You are, aren't you?" she cried, running into the open door of the TARDIS. Coming to a halt in front of the Doctor, she gave him a once-over and bent over to listen to both sides of his chest, hearing an obvious heartbeat on both sides. "Christ! I didn't believe the stories till now! And a sonic?" she asked the man.
Pulling out his sonic, he simply stated, "a mad man with a box." and leaned against the bed rail beside him.
i edited some of this. oh man. oh god. why.
