Hey! This was done at the request of oh_Hell_yes on ao3. They wanted one were they were fighting some other villains and Harry was injured. Honestly this is a bit more Gil and Uma centric than Harry but I hope you still like it. As always I'd love to hear what you think!

Uma knew she had enemies on the Isle. Everyone did, it was just a fact of life for them. She and her crew especially had several enemies, they didn't exactly gain all their territory by being nice to the gangs who opposed them. But even so, Uma wasn't overly concerned about the small gangs fighting back. Her crew was second only to Mal's gang, and without the Rotten Four around they were the top dogs. So when she, Harry, Gil and Bonny were ambushed on the docks late one evening, Uma was actually taken slightly off guard because who was honestly that stupid?

Their attackers were a decent sized gang of five other vks. They had slunk out from behind a row of barrels, swords drawn and swinging towards their turned backs. Harry had caught the sword aimed at Uma with his hook, his eyes alight with anger and glee. The moment Bonny realized what was happening she took off, sprinting down the docks to find back-up, one of their attackers running after her. Uma smirked knowing Bonny would never be caught and pulled out her sword, her blood already singing with the prospect of a fight. She had to admit, she was fairly impressed with their skills, all four of them were able to almost match their skill level. Two went after Harry, no doubt thinking he was the most dangerous of the three, leaving both Uma and Gil to face off one to one. Uma swung and sliced and twirled, dancing around her opponent who tried to match her step for step. He was good, determination and anger written on his face twisting his features into a snarl as she evaded his swipes.

Over the clashing of swords she heard a splash. Glancing towards the sound, she found the two Harry had been facing to be smirking down at the water before they ran over to help their comrades. Uma cursed under her breath as she now had to dodge two swords. She glanced over at Gil to find him doing just fine, picking up one of the vks and throwing her at her companion. Smirking Uma threw herself into her own fight, waiting until Harry resurfaced and could take them off of her again. Only he wasn't resurfacing. There were no angry shout or "hiya", no familiar red coat pulling itself back onto the dock. Quickly Uma backed towards the water, careful not to let them push her in as well. Looking away for just a moment her heart froze. The murky water was lapping at the posts, a few bubbles rising to the surface. Red, not the red of Harry's coat, stained the dark surface.

"Gil!" Uma shouted, swinging at her opponents and forcing them back. The blonde looked up, one of his vks trapped by his arm while the other was trying to stumble to their feet. Seeing the panic Uma was trying to hide, his eyes widened and his teeth clenched, giving her a short nod. That was all she needed before she was leaping off the dock, leaving Gil to handle all four vks.

Uma plunged into the cold water, eyes searching the murky depths frantically for the familiar red coat. She saw it, floating several feet beneath her. His eyes were closed, his skin snowy against the shady water and a nasty gash on his forehead was bleeding into the water. Kicking out, Uma reached for him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him close before swimming desperately for the surface. Harry was far to still. Uma broke the surface with a gasp, holding Harry's head out of the water she swam towards one of the many ladders. Gil was there, crouched down on the dock and reaching out towards them. He grabbed Harry's coat and hauled him up out of the water, letting Uma climb up as well. Bonny had returned with several other Wharf Rats leaving Uma and Gil able to focus solely on Harry. The boy who was normally never quiet was still between them. Too still.

"He's not breathing," Uma said her hands moving towards Harry's chest but Gil's beat her's there. CPR was not something taught in a class on the Isle, but it was something most people who worked near the docks had at least some understanding for. Gil was no exception as he worked to get the water out of Harry's lungs. His movements became more panicked as Harry remained unresponsive, Uma watching them closely.

A cough shook Harry's body and Gil sat back as Uma helped the other boy roll over. Water spilled out of his mouth as he coughed and gagged, his breath coming in shaky gasps. But he was breathing and that was enough for Uma and Gil. After he was done expelling the water, he rolled back onto his back with a groan, his eyes fluttering closed as he returned to unconsciousness. The four vks were gone, the Wharf Rats milling around the trio waiting for orders and making sure no one else came near them. Uma and Gil didn't even need to speak to know what they had to do. Gil lifted Harry up as Uma stood and barked orders to the crew. Then she was back as Gil's side, leading him towards the ship as any onlookers were scared away. Uma was eternally grateful the Lost Revenge wasn't far from where they had been ambushed. The three of them were soon safe in the confines of the captain's quarters, allowing Uma to relax. She helped swiftly change Harry's shirt and pants, then changed herself so neither of them caught a cold from their soaking clothes. Gil pulled out all the blankets he could find and wrapped Harry and Uma in them before finding some spare bandages and alcohol. Uma pulled out a needle and thread and they worked together quietly to patch up Harry's head wound. Harry groaned and stirred as Gil wrapped his head, but he calmed as Uma ran her fingers through his hair, leaning into her touch.

When Harry was patched up and asleep, Uma turned her gaze to Gil. The boy looked awful, cut and bruises littering his skin. He hadn't smiled once since she had dived into the water, his happy demeanor replaced by pure determination and Uma knew, self-loathing. Gil would twist the entire situation around so he was at fault for Harry getting hurt. In trying to make up for his perceived failure he would neglect himself and Uma wouldn't stand for it.

"Sit," she ordered, pointing at her desk chair. Gil looked a bit startled, opening his mouth to protest then snapping it shut at the look she gave him. He moved from the bed to the chair, Uma following him with the spare bandages and alcohol.

"'M fine Uma,"

"Then I won't have much to do," she said as she set about checking him over. There were only a few cuts she found needed to be bandaged, none of which needed stitches. It only took her a few minutes to finish her work, Gil staring at Harry the whole time.

"He'll be fine, it takes more than a cut to take Harry down." Uma said as she tied the last bandage. Gil nodded, a faint smile on his lips.

"Yeah, and we got him till he is better," he said. The two moved back to the bed after Gil made sure Uma wasn't in need of medical treatment, sitting on the edge looking at their shared love. Uma ran her fingers through Harry's hair, smirking as he leaned into her touch. She felt the exhaustion of the day beginning to weigh on her, the thrill of battle and adrenaline wearing off. She tried to fight it off, knowing someone would have to wake Harry up every few hours in case his head wound was more serious than they thought. Then Gil's hands her gently pushing her to lay down, another blanket already being thrown over her and Harry.

"I'll wake you in a bit," he assured when she tried to protest. She almost ordered him to sleep, knowing he must be exhausted as well from taking on all four vks. But she knew he was worried and no amount of her ordering him would make him stop watching over them until he knew they were both safe again. She had dealt with his overprotective nature enough to know that while she could force him to not completely neglect himself, he would only be completely soothed by letting him help and watch over them.

"I take next shift," Uma said, waiting until Gil nodded before she relaxed against Harry's side, taking comfort in the feel of his chest rising and falling and that Gil was looking out for them.