AN: This is not my fanfiction. I am posting this story on behalf of my best friend Alex. I am his editor. All credit of characters goes to Steven Moffat and other co-writera. OCs are Alex's.

Third person POV

Sam looked like any other 15 year old boy you could meet, tall, dark hair, always wearing a t-shirt and jeans, average build, not super strong but not that weak either; but Sam was not average, not that he was aware of. Throughout his life this was pointed out to him a large amount of times, and not always discreetly. For one thing, he was smart; not smart as in knows his maths, but unnaturally smart. Sometimes he would sit alone in his room, well actually more often than not, reading books. Oh how he loved books; they were his chance to get away from this reality and live in the life of another, if not for just a moment. From all the books he read you would think he had a library in his head, which brings us to his other point; his memory. His memory was immaculate; he was able to remember everything he did, almost to the letter.

His friends said he had the mind of Sherlock Holmes, minus the deduction skills, and in a way they were right. If you were to meet Sam, however, he would be reluctant to engage with you if you weren't familiar with each other, and would shy away to any advances that were made to engage in conversation with him. This created problems for Sam, especially at school. He went to Seclien High, weird name, the founder never explained it, but back to Sam. He was intelligent so naturally he was moved up two grades before high school, and immediately excelled in every area except one; social interaction. He never fit in well with anyone, he would sit alone at lunch, avoiding everyone. Until one Monday morning 2 years ago, he was thrown out of his usual habits by a gang of mindless thugs. A group of three approached the empty table where Sam was seated, re-reading his favourite Harry Potter book; when one of them grabbed it off him.

"Whatcha readin there, nerd?" the biggest of the group taunted.
"H-h-arry P-potter" he stuttered, taken aback by their stature, they looked much too big to be in grade 10.
"Hear that guys? Hairy plopper" they snickered idiotically
"That's… that's not what I-" He began to say before he was rudely cut off.
"well lets see how well he can fly" he said before throwing the book to his mate.
They began chucking it to each other, higher than Sam could reach, laughing at his predicament.

"Actually, Harry Potter can fly pretty well, have you seen him play Quidditch" Announced a authoritative voice from the behind the thugs.
"What th-" the thugs turned around almost as shocked as Sam.
"And for that matter" the person continued, coming into view; "I'd like to request you give this man here his book back" he said with a stern look. He looked about the same age as Sam, a little taller and fairly muscly, blond hair and blue eyes, he looked like a typical rich white kid.
"Give this man here his book back" they taunted in a mocking tone
"and if we don't?" they asked after a few seconds of laughter.
Sam could only watch from his seat as a guy he didn't even know fight three burly guys for Sam's dignity and book. A few seconds of aimed punches and kicks later, three thugs lay on the floor groaning, clutching various placing in which they had been injured.

"How did you-" Sam began.
"Did martial arts for 3 years, black belt, and
here you are" the strange guy replied handing him his book, "not one tear."
"R-thanks, I guess" Sam looked at his shoes.
"so what's your name?" the guy asked.
"Sam"
"well mines Harvey, Harvey Franks, nice to meet you, sam?" he extended his hand, Sam took it.
" Sam Ashford, nice to meet you too, Harvey Franks"
"Mind if I sit?"
"Go ahead."
And in that moment, an unbreakable friendship was formed, which was carried on all the way through to year 12, were it thrived. If Sam ever got bullied, Harvey was there; if Harvey was having trouble with his school work, Sam was there. It worked for both of them. Harvey also introduced him to his other friends, who all had the same interests as Sam, so they hit it off immediately. These were the only friends Sam had and he cherished them. They hung out together all the time and had fun, Sam began to feel like a normal Kid. Which brings us to today, where Sam has just started grade 12, by Harvey's side, nothing could go wrong.