Author's Note:

Ambrose: Hello, and welcome to the fourth chapter of our story, "Might I Introduce?". A veritable mountain of reviews for the last three chapters, which is very encouraging - and quite a bit of fun, too - because now we get to answer them. Yay! So, to SerenityMoonlight (whose feedback has become much anticipated) - we're glad you liked that we put in how Harry became a werewolf. It's a very important factor in the story, if only because that's not how the Doctor thinks it was supposed to go. And, well - blushes. What does one say?

The Professor: Nice comments are just as good as votes, which is why we were happy to get crazysquirl's review - a vote and a nice comment. They make the world go 'round, you know. As for Quetzacoatls (whose feedback is also becoming is also becoming a mainstay) - the reference is right, but not the one we were aiming for - for all of you out there who guessed, the one's you sent in were all correct, so cookies for all! a rainstorm of cookies fall on the reviewers - in a nice way, of course. But the one we were looking for was an old school Who one, so we're not surprised that you didn't get it. And the idea you had - hmmm, maybe we could make Harry transform at will instead . . .

Ambrose: Something to ponder while we move on to Sabina8's review - which actually made us both blush quite a bit, because we forgot we're dealing with the HP fandom, and assumed everyone knew what UNIT was. So here's a little summary - UNIT, which stands for Unified Intelligence Taskforce, is basically a military organization set up in 1968 to deal with the paranormal and extraterrestrial - like the lights in the sky over the school. Now to Lt. Gripweed - well, we like to end our chapters with a nice little zing for the readers to think on (which is also why they're so short) and Harry being a werewolf seemed like one of them. And good job with the ref. spot.

The Professor: Moving on to salixshadow's review - well, that is something to consider, now isn't it? A Doctor/Harry pairing. I sense a ficlet coming on. And we can let you all consider it - after this chapter is up, we'll be filling a poll with pairing options, so make sure to vote. OK, - wow, this a lot to get through. Fun though - to Eloisa Skywalker - thanks for the compliment, and no, Harry wasn't next door. :) I thought it'd be better to show that the adventures do actually affect the Doctor and Rose, and how they react to things, and so I might have lengthened how far Harry's howl went - also, I picture the cafe being on the boundary of Clapham and Deffry Vale, so it isn't that far away from Harry's apartment. Not to mention it'll set up the little pow-wow Harry has with the Doc and Rose about his lycanthropy rather nicely. To Ms. Audrey Moleca - ah. Well, the polls went a little something like this - slash 68%, het 28% and no pairing 4%. Don't worry - we won't try to suffocate you with a curtain of soppy slash. The romance will be like how it is in Who - understated but a driving force. And we may have influenced your fic? The fuzzy feeling - it has returned! :)

Ambrose: Sorry to all of those who wanted het or no pairings - not much we can do about public opinion. Don't let it turn you off the story though - like the Professor said, we won't smother you with gayness. OK, to Hotgirllow and neko-in-tears, respectively - domo arigato for the compliment, and your vote was taken into account. DecimusSerai - well, we do our best to write well, so we're glad you think we're doing good. And the Doc's going to hit the roof when Harry turns up in the school staff room, which is coincidentally right in the middle of an alien scheme. No, we're not having too much fun with this. :)

The Professor: Finally, to Steff - the vote has been counted, our ego's stroked and - well, here's an update. Wow, if this were a normal chapter, the actual story would be about three hundred words. Well, it'll have to be a bit longer this time. And now, to the disclaimer - Harry Potter and all other people, places, concepts, species', etc that are affiliated with the Harry Potter universe are the intellectual property of J.K. Rowling, and of course all those guys at Warner Bros. who do the movies probably own a bit too. Doctor Who and all other people, places, concepts, species', etc that are affiliated with the Doctor Who universe are the intellectual property of the BBC and the various editors and writers, ect. Any and all other references to outside TV shows, movies, cartoons, books, etc, are not in any way inclined toward encroaching copyright.

The Professor: Enjoy, read and review friends! And make sure to visit the poll!

(Chapter Four - Start)

The weak rays of morning broke through the early morning clouds on Saturday morning, and Rose gave an unhappy groan as some of the warm, light beams fell across her, before bringing her hands up to her face and rubbing away the rheum of a long sleep - when the sun hit you, you knew it was time to wake up. Before you get hit with a sunburst, thought Rose groggily, and she sat up with a jaw-popping yawn. She stretched her neck to the right, and then the left, and began rubbing out some of the knots that had formed in her back.

After they'd left the cafe last night, the howling had increased, and Rose could still remember the goose-bumps the sound had given her, and the dreams - She shook her head quickly, as if to rid herself of the memories of the house in Scotland, and swung her feet from under the duvet onto the rather tacky carpet of the cheap hotel room the Doctor had rented the party last night. He'd decided that it wasn't safe to head back to the TARDIS with what might be a vicious werewolf on the loose, and they'd stopped into the cheap and uncheerful bread and breakfast - the Doctor having used what Rose remembered as a psychic credit card to get them a three bed room with en-suite bathroom.

Having blinked away most of the sleep that addled her mind, Rose looked around the dingy room, now reflecting she was rather hungry, and saw that Mickey was still sprawled over the bed like a dead puppet - and that the Doctor wasn't there. This last realization made her step up onto her feet rather quickly - where'd he gone? More importantly, why hadn't he taken her - and Mickey, her mind reminded her - along?

Her train of thought was interrupted by the Doctor suddenly bursting through the room door, which caused Mickey to sit up as if electrocuted, and Rose to trip over one of her shoes (which made her toe throb rather severely). He looked as fresh as he always did, he still had the grin on his face - and he had two large sheaves of paper in his hand. Rose felt her eyes narrow.

"Who's up for some job hunting?"

(Scene Break - No. 94, St Alphonsus Road, Clapham)

The only job werewolves are fit for, thought Harry as he lay on the floor of the basement, is hunting.

This was the sort of thought that Harry had after every full moon in an enclosed space - usually, it came from three hours worth of hunting howls, four hours of chasing his own tail, and five hours of reminiscing about when he would roam the Forbidden Forest with Moony and Padfoot - the freedom, the happiness - the company . . .

He hadn't seen either of them, or anyone he knew beforehand from the wizarding world, for about three years now. He'd made the decision without consulting anyone else, packed up and left magic alone. Why? Partly for recovery from the wounds he still retained from the Final Battle (as it was now termed, in a typical fit of aggrandizement, by the wizards of Britain) and partly for the privacy. Just before he'd left, any major wizarding newspaper you could buy was selling the story of how Harry Potter had betrayed wizarding England by - wait for it - being bisexual.

The sheer fury he'd exhibited had caused a miniature light storm in his living room.

Speaking of living rooms . . . Harry braced the palms of his hands against the cold cement floor and pushed, grimacing as he felt the aching muscles scream at him, before grabbing onto the nearby table. His hands ran over the many gouges nonchalantly until they closed upon his wand box - which he had made sure was locked securely ever since his third transformation, when the half-crazed werewolf part of him (still adjusting to it's new human confines) had managed to get a hold of his wand, and started casting spells with it somehow.

The occurrence had practically obliterated the few bits of knowledge about werewolves which had been obtained over the centuries by brave observers hoping for a cure. While Hermione had been feeling sorry for the books - for 'having been made to be wrong' - Harry had felt sorry for the observers, and for the werewolf population of the world - who would no doubt be badgered by Hermione until she had acquired enough scientific evidence to function socially once again.

Harry's hands trembled as they unlocked the wand box, and Harry was leaning heavily against the beaten wood. Changing from human to wolf was easy compared to changing from wolf to human, though Harry had never understood why. Moony had tried to explain it to him once, but Harry hadn't been in the mood for a lot of mumbo-jumbo about 'cellular duplication', so he'd ended up kicking the other lycan in the back of the knee and running for it. Harry grinned weakly at the memory, and unlocked the cellar door.

Ah, for times not so long ago . . .

(Scene Break - No. 13, Bannerman Road, Ealing)

Oh, for times long past . . .

Sarah Jane Smith sighed as the first rays of the morning sun came through her kitchen window, and dropped the two - unbroken - pieces of wire that she'd taken out of K-9's - well, she didn't know exactly what it was, but it looked a bit like some sort of motor to her. It wasn't like the Doctor had left her an instruction manual to look after the tin dog if he ever broke down, so how was she supposed to fix him?

She winced as she felt the effects of staying up most of last night settle as a weight right atop of her head, and closed her eyes, near relishing the near-burning sensation of the tired eyes getting some rest. Whenever it got to her - being here, back on Earth, all because of some posh alien in an odd hat calling back her - friend - to his home planet - she couldn't get any sleep, and always ended up opening up K-9 and staring into his circuitry.

Ever since Aunt Lavinia had died, she was always so lonely - K-9 could no more give her company than her toaster, Brendan Richards had died in a car crash only a few months after she had met him, and all of her UNIT friends - well, who cares about the daft old woman who hung around with some dandy, even if he was an alien? She knew this last thought was grossly unfair to Harry, the Brig, Mike, all of them, but . . . well, sleep deprivation did funny things to one's thoughts.

She was startled out of her reverie by the phone giving a ring - she gave a jump, blinked a fair few times and then leapt across to pick up the handset. She quickly accepted the call, and said "Hello?" A male voice, sounding just as tired as she felt, replied, "Miss Smith?" She felt a prickle of confusion, as she didn't recognize the voice, but replied, "Sarah Jane, if you please. What can I do for you?" She heard an ironic chuckle echo through the phone, followed quickly by an explanation.

"Since we don't seem to be standing on ceremony, you can call me Harry. Harry Potter. And I was wondering what you could tell me about a man called John Smith?"

(Chapter Four - End)

Author's Note

Ambrose: OK, that's the fourth chapter done - about time, you're probably all thinking. Well, we're sorry - been a bit caught up lately. It's all explained in our livejournal (and that didn't sound like self-advertisement at all, now did it?).

The Professor: Indeed. Now, here are the final pairing polls:

17 votes for a slash pairing
7 votes for a het pairing (1 for HP/GW)
1 vote for no pairing
0 votes for author's discretion.

So it's a slash pairing. No flames for that, please - we have explained our reasons behind this in the previous author's note, so we did warn you.

Ambrose: Make sure you check out the new poll - you'll get a choice of which exact pairing we use (if the one you want isn't down there, then put it under 'Other' and send it in a review. Thanks for reading - no holds barred on the reviews, please!