Chapter One
Angelic Complications
Harry's apartment was silent and still. Harry himself was actually present, sat in a chair with no TV, no computer or any other form of noise on. It was a strangely peaceful moment. He was wide awake, though some may expect him to be sleeping due to the stillness. His eyes were locked on a small bundle across from him in a travel crib. A soft expiration of breath that passed as a snore was lifting up from the weaved crib.
He had been a parent 25 times over now. It was a somewhat bitter sweet memory to think of his children. He had meant what he had told Carla, he had never been a Grandfather. That had hurt him quite a bit in fact. He wasn't sure why he had never reached that position in life. Perhaps his line was cursed or something, he didn't know. Which was the point and why he would be wary about having any more children. He loved children though, they were a bright spark in a sometimes dark universe. A hope for the future, that the next generation would do a better job in the world.
The fact that this particular child was the offspring of someone he loved just made her all the more dear to him. The fact that with all that had happened she was special in her own right made him protective as all hell.
Which is why he was baby sitting that night. It was true Jack's parents liked to baby sit, and were for Pandora's brothers. Harry was connected to Pandora in a very special way though. He had created a strong bond with her, it was true he had stepped back. The only trouble was that neither Jack, nor Carla, were letting him step back as much as he would've liked.
So he sat in silent vigil over her, he had changed her and fed her an hour ago and would have to do so again in another couple of hours. Babies took one hell of a lot of looking after. It would be hard to imagine someone more capable of looking after her than Harry, unless one went to a professionally trained Nanny. He had nursed children, raised children and generally hung around them a lot in his long life. Carla knew that, and intended to avail herself of that experience.
When Jack Junior had been born Harry had been James Black. A man who had a fairly busy and somewhat dangerous life. He had not been as big a part of things with Jacky as he was going to be with Pandora, because of that life.
There was a sudden loud electric beeping noise that disturbed the peaceful moment utterly.
In a flash Harry had his phone out of his 'pocket' and answered. Not through his promise to never miss a call again, but because Pandora was shifting in her crib.
"Greetings," he whispered in to the phone. He then got up and walked to the kitchen, so he was just in sight of Pandora, but hopefully far enough away not to disturb her too much.
...
"Yeah, yeah of course you can... but I'm babysitting, so you'll have to be very quiet." Harry replied to whatever was said the other end of the line.
...
"No, seriously it's cool. I'll shift her into my room in a bit anyway. Once I've given her proper night time feed. She'll be out for about 4 hours then." Harry replied.
...
"Yeah, no worries see you then," Harry said and closed his phone with a slight snap, hardly audible in fact.
This noise, of all things, was what awoke Pandora.
-xXx-
Willow and Faith crept into Harry's apartment about half an hour later. The place was silent, though Faith was able to make out two heartbeats and breathing in the living room.
The beautiful women walked softly into the large living area and stopped dead.
Harry was sat with Pandora supported on his knees. His hand cupping her neck with the other holding her in place. The two were staring into each other's eyes absolutely still.
Faith glanced at Willow, wondering if the redhead understood what was going on.
Willow just shook her head as she didn't have a clue either.
"Harry," Faith said, her voice soft in deference to the baby.
Pandora giggled, and Harry smiled. "Come on in" he said. His voice silky smooth and low in volume. Pandora giggled a little more, causing Harry to smile a little wider.
Faith and Willow walked all the way into the room. Willow one side and Faith the other side of Harry as they sat down. Faith moved in a little closer and wiggled her finger at the baby. A slight frown on her face when she didn't respond.
"Don't take offence," Harry said in that same tone. "Pan and I are having a chat." he said, mystifying them further.
"You speak baby now sexy?" Faith asked with a slight smirk.
Harry nodded slightly, his eyes still locked to the baby blue ones of Pandora. Though it was quite likely that her eyes wouldn't really change color all that much.
Faith and Willow shot him a double take, "You are kidding right?" Willow said.
"I am, and I'm not," Harry replied, suddenly laughing after he had said it. "It's not really a language, it's more thoughts, images, and feelings." His lips quivered around a smile. "She's a funny little thing, wicked sense of humour." he said.
"How," Willow asked.
"Legimancy," Harry replied. "We're linked a extremely low level and microscopic on power levels probe. But as I said, we're linked together right now."
"You're reading baby's mind," Faith said, sounding a little horrified at the idea.
Harry nodded again, "Yeah, it's not as bad as it apparently sounds. I picked up this trick from one of my - a child I met. He was a wild talent Legimens. Could read minds almost from when he came out of the womb. It was getting to him, hurting him in fact. I had to go in and build a shield for him. Obviously being less than 1 years old at the time, he didn't know how himself," Harry said.
Faith and Willow shared a glance. Harry didn't often trip up, but when he did a little more confusion reared it's head in their minds. He had been going to say something just then, that he didn't mean to, they were both sure of that. They weren't so sure what though, or what it meant.
"As it happens it is without doubt the best way to calm a crying child. Most of Babies distress is not being able to communicate what they need. Be that feeding, changing or just company. Newborns especially are used to a certain level of - intimacy with their mothers. Surrounded by amniotic fluid is like being cuddled by something warm. When they come out they miss that. So sometimes it's just a case of giving them a hug. This time Pan was lonely, hungry and a bit dirty. I dealt with the feeding and cleaning and now we're having ourselves a conversation."
"What's it like," Willow asked.
"Give me your hand" Harry said, still locked on Pandora's eyes.
"What," Willow asked.
"Hand, both of you, just put your hands on my forehead, on top of each other. I'll protect Pan from your minds. But let you see what I can see." Harry said.
"Protect her from us," Faith asked, watching as Willow reached out to touch Harry's forehead. She then too, followed her example, only a lot more slowly.
"I'm a master Occlumens rated to medical levels of control. No offence, there is no way I'd let anyone else touch her mind like this. I have a strong control over my mental landscape. You and Willow don't have that and your thoughts are disorganised, no matter how intelligent you are, and you both are. I can shield Pan from the chaos of my own mind, and yours," he told them. "Opening the link - now" he said.
Faith and Willow's eyes slowly drifted closed and smiled appearing on both their faces as they did so.
It would be impossible to describe exactly what they saw. It was child like, beautiful, fuzzy, warm and a host of other words all jumbled up. Yet at the same time, they could see a direction and a sense to it. They could in fact see what Harry meant, he was indeed conversing with Pandora. It was more about feelings and images than using a mental voice. It was strangely enchanting and quite humbling to see.
Harry broke the connection when he felt Pandora starting to drift off about 5 minutes later. A soft smile on his face as he broke eye contact and allowed her to fall asleep.
Then as Faith and Willow blinked back the shock and awe at the experience, Harry got up and put Pandora in her crib. Then with a soft movement of his hand he levitated her into his room. "I fed her before you arrived, and changed her," he explained.
Neither woman was in much of a fit state to ask questions though. Of all people, Faith had tears in her eyes. Which is just one of the many reasons that Harry had shielded Pandora from everyone's thoughts. The baby wouldn't understand why Faith was emotional, only that she felt upset and that would've upset Pandora. No way was he allowing that.
Harry reached out and cupped Faith's cheek, "You okay Faith," he asked.
She nodded mutely, a soft smile on her face.
Willow smiled as well, in much the same way. "That was indescribably beautiful," she said wistfully.
"She is very special," Harry agreed. "Babies as young as her shouldn't be able to actually communicate effectively like that. It's just a series of needs usually. Because of the Box, and the infusion of magic and because of just being her, well, she is very special."
"I can see that. You've said it enough as well, but what do you really mean?" Willow asked.
"It's hard to explain, you don't know much about the Wizarding 'kind' of magic. It's like this though. We're born with a core of magic it is tiny and hardly noticeable. Hogwarts picks that up and that's how the rolls work, but it's not really usable. As we grow up, the core grows. In moments of intense emotional distress we perform Accidental magic though," he paused, "with me so far?"
Willow nodded her reply as did Faith though she was still looking a little emotionally wrought.
"Accidental Magic helps define our core in point of fact. Either way, as we grow the magic becomes more potent its fed by the other factors as well ambient magic and the Earth's magical field too. Which is why a Wizard or Witch will be able to perform a little magic away from Earth but they won't be able to do it long without that constant feeding though. Anyway, as we mature magic matures at around 12 it's mature enough to work with. OK?"
"Yes"
"Pandora's magical core is currently level with Carla's" Harry said with a serious look on his face. "Carla is a fully grown witch and powerful in her own right. By time Pandora is fully matured she will be amazingly powerful. More powerful than me by far. I'm no slouch and have had a LONG time to mature my core. I also had a lot of accidental magic when I was young, which made my core even bigger. When Voldemort attacked me at age 1, it also expanded my core. So I am a quite powerful wizard as you can imagine. Pan will make me look like a 1st year when she's my age."
Willow blanched, "That's - fairly worrying."
Harry shook his head, "She'll have people around that love her, people that know about magic and more importantly people that can help her learn control." he said seriously. Then he smiled at her, "As well as two of the chosen of magic; I'd think she should do quite well don't you?"
Willow smiled back at him, "Yeah, I suppose I do." The two held their gaze a beat or two longer than was normal.
Faith rolled her eyes, "You two should get down and go at it already" she commented wryly, "Now how about a damn drink already?"
-xXx-
The next night, A light summer's breeze wafted around the highest point of The Vatican City; Rome. A man was sat high up, his emerald gaze taking in the view. The night not making all that much difference to what he could see, dimming it a little but otherwise the beauty of the city wasn't lowered in any way.
"Hello old man, that is yet old," a cultured and melodious voice said from his right.
Harry refused to jump as he had visited a few times now and the Angel always managed to get close without him knowing about it. It was annoying when he considered his senses so sharp. Instead he smiled, "Hello Lukus," he said. It wasn't until his second visit that he actually found out the Angel's name. He wasn't any of the better known Angels but he had still lived a fascinating life, also a very long one.
"It is good to see you my friend," The Angel said with another of his breath taking smiles, "It pleases me that you visit."
"Well," Harry said smiling, "How could I not want to talk to such an interesting conversationalist."
The Angel laughed, leaning back against the outcropping on the tower easily. But then he could fly, so falling off wasn't much of a worry to him.
Harry was also quite at home on such a high perch, he couldn't fly. Float a little certainly, but he couldn't fly he had just been a hell of a lot higher in his time.
"Likewise, perhaps I should visit you sometime. Of course an Angel walking outside of this city may cause some panic," Lukus said with a ghost of a smile.
Harry smiled, "Which is why I brought this," he said reaching into his pocket. "Not actually sure this is going to work," he admitted. With that he pulled out a male necklace of Platinum and held it out to the Angel.
The Angel took it with a smile, "I sense the magic. Again, it is quite unlike the magic around here. You realise of course the bible forbids magic."
Harry laughed, "The Bible was written by men Lukus, not God or his Angels. I know you don't mind magic I am actually more interested to see if it will work. It's a mild glamour charm, to hide your wings mostly and to - urh - tone you down a bit. The way you look you'd have women following you all over the place."
The Angel smiled, "This is a bad thing," he asked.
Harry laughed, "I'd forgotten that," he noted. "Angels are always painted as being somewhat asexual."
Lukus winced, "Again, that was written by man. We are like any other creature Harry. We just have more control over our desires."
Harry nodded, "Well, either way - if that gizmo works it will allow you to leave, if you so wish it."
The Angel flicked the chain over his head and changed. Nothing major, His wings did fade out of sight and his features were toned down very slightly. Harry watched for a moment, to make sure the angelic powers wouldn't slowly nullify the charm. Then when he was sure they wouldn't he smiled, "I've been working on that since we first met. I have to say I'm kinda glad it worked."
Lukus laughed and clapped Harry on the shoulder, "I thank you Harry. As one of the few earth bound Angelic host I have been stuck here for a long time. I'm not against stretching my wings and legs a little."
"As I understand it, you have a way of getting around fairly quickly?" Harry asked.
Lukus nodded, "Indeed I do," he said with a smile.
"Then, you should come and visit me some time." Harry said with a smile. "For the most part this place looks after itself, right?"
The Angel nodded, "Against most," he said with a pointed look at Harry, who grinned in reply. He had come clean with Lukus at their third visit together. Luckily the Angel considered his reasons pure and noble. Otherwise the floor would've been coated with Harry Jam.
"Then, I think we should go for a walk around the City of Rome. There are some cool clubs, some nice looking women, perhaps, a little battle" he said, pushing the Angel's buttons easily.
Lukus smiled, "That sounds good."
Harry smiled in return.
-xXx-
The club thrummed with the latest Euro beats. Women in their finery and men in their best dancing to the beats. The club seemed to buzz when Harry and Lukus had walked in. Women gravitating towards Lukus in particular. Though some were interested in Harry also. Both males had an air of power about them. With the Angel it was almost a physical force, while with Harry it was a little more subtle. Lukus's fine Italian made suit obviously got a few admiring glances by itself. After all it was a highly fashion conscious part of the world. Harry had changed his oddly gothic look to an almost matching suit himself. It was all very well standing out, but he would rather not stand out in the sense of, 'What the hell?'.
Harry's smirk got steadily more amused as more and more women started to drift in their direction. Angel's were far from sexless, quiet the opposite in fact and gave off a mixture of pheromones that was damn near addictive to the opposite sex. Harry was just glad that Lukus was male, or he'd be on his knees by now.
Harry and Lukus danced with a few women, Lukus with quite a few more, at the same time, than Harry. Not that Harry minded in the least. The look on the Angel's face was worth being virtually ignored by women. Which, come to think of it, was a bit of a new experience for Harry.
They were also garnering the wrong sort of attention from the men in the club. Since most of the women there were now orbiting Lukus they were being somewhat left out. Which was not something they liked much. All of which Harry kept a weather eye on, but mostly he was there to help the Angel have fun, and one thing Angel's LOVED to do was fight. The only thing that concerned Harry was the fact Angels were deadly fighters. That fought to the death with demons and a host of other nasties. So if it came down to a fight, Harry might have to step in to save whoever Lukus fought.
Though at that moment, it looked like Lukus was more interested in making love, not war. Harry just wasn't sure how much longer that would be able to last. There were a lot of 'odd' looks being sent their way. The atmosphere was already changing from the dynamic it had held shortly before. Harry knew it wouldn't be long now before someone did something stupid. Possibly him, he did after all like to show his friends a good time and Angel's did so love to fight.
-xXx-
She looked down at her prize, Her lips quirking upwards into a strangely alluring half smile, bright blue eyes twinkling with happiness. Now she had this, she had the way to do what she had wanted to do for a long time now.
She tapped the device now resting on her wrist. It bleeped at her, the display fuzzing in and out of focus. A frown marred her forehead and she flicked her long blonde hair behind her. She usually kept it up in a pony tail. This was one of the few occasions where she couldn't do that. The man, now snoring softly on the bed had been dragged in with her female wiles and that included looking alluring.
The display stabilised and her smile reappeared. Much like the sun coming out it lit up the entire surrounding area. Now all she needed where those co-ordinates she had found. Then she would be away, hopefully before the drugged man awoke to discover her theft.
With that thought in mind she turned and ran out of the automatic door and into the night. Heading for where she had set up her base of operations.
-xXx-
"Hello Angels"
"Hello Charlie" a trio of beauties called out. They were speaking to a small speaker phone box on a mahogany desk. A tall thin man standing beside it and beaming at them. They pretty much hit most men's preferences. Oriental and beautiful, Blond and gorgeous, Red haired and sexy. The three though were some of the deadliest operatives in the business. Largely because they were under rated, under estimated and gawped at until they laid the smack down.
"I have a new mission for you my Angels." the rich voice said, spilling out of the speaker phone and into the room.
The three beautiful operatives beamed at the box. They had not been that busy of late. A slightly unusual situation for them to say the least. They had hung out together mostly, since they were as good friends at play as they were at work. Dylan being the only one without a 'home life' as such she tended to hang with one or both of the other two.
"It's not a paying mission," Charlie warned them making them look at him curiously.
"Whys that Charlie," Dylan asked.
"If you remember, you bumped into an old friend of mine recently; James Black."
"Dylan sure does," Natalie said with a smile and elbowing the Redhead.
Dylan scowled, "Oh yeah I remember him" she said her tone flat. The guy had completely ignored her advances. They weren't on a mission at the time, other than trying to find out what Charlie looked like.
"His son, Harry is starting in business soon, our business. James has asked me to pass on some work to him."
"Competition," Alex asked tongue in cheek.
"There is no competition in our business," Charlie reminded them. "Other than seeing who can catch the most crooks."
The three women laughed gaily at that.
"So what do you want us to do Charlie," Dylan asked, a smile on her full lips. "I mean some kid isn't going to be much help in our line is he?"
"On the contrary Harry is apparently well placed. He's not a kid either, He is not quite ready yet, but next year he will be at that time he will also turn 19."
"That bas... Man James Black. He didn't look old enough to have a kid that age," Dylan said, quickly correcting herself. By all accounts Charlie owed this guy his life. It wouldn't do to insult the guy, even if he had pissed her off personally.
There was a chuckle over the speaker phone. Apparently she had not caught herself in time after all. "James is older than he looks. By my calculations he is at least my age as I met him in Vietnam. He may only look 30, but he's a fair bit older than that." Charlie said with amusement in his voice. "Certain people don't age like others" he added.
He knew, of course, that his old friend James had been a wizard, despite the fact James didn't know that he knew. He still didn't know all that much even with his contacts. Still he had picked up a few things since that time. Of course that meant it was quite likely that James's son was also a Wizard. He should warn his Angels of that. "Harry is probably as capable as his father. I don't see the Son of James Black being anything but. I've heard a few rumbles of late about him as he is somewhat of a celebrity."
"Oh," Alex asked, her boyfriend was a pretty famous actor now. Thanks to his less than critically acclaimed, but still highly popular action movie stardom.
"His celebrity is based in Britain for the most part, though it is spreading." Charlie said, "Which is why you'll be heading for England on this mission."
"That's not our jurisdiction," Natalie pointed out. "We won't have the power of arrest there."
"I know, Harry apparently already does. I have a mission for you to deliver. I want you to work with him, but take a back seat for the most part. I want your opinion on if he can handle our sorts of cases. I get a lot of requests for European work. I have refused up to now because I prefer to work for the US of A. If Harry is half as good as his father was, then I would be glad to send the European work his way."
The three women looked at each other, "We can do that Charlie" they said together. The slender man at the desk beamed at them again.
"Tell us about this Harry?" Dylan added, wondering if there was some way to extract a little revenge on James, via Harry.
"Well, recently he has gained some fame. He was going out with Ingrid from Eye Candy. Which is a relatively new Girl Band in the UK. They are a wild success and stormed the charts. Things didn't end that well between Ingrid and Harry. Though Harry did stand up for her in the press when she left Eye Candy to marry a Soccer player."
"Why would he do that," Alex asked.
"She didn't make any friends doing that and the press began to lay into her. The British media in some ways is almost as bad as our own. Though they like to see people topple from positions of grandeur perhaps more even than ours. She was also in breech of her contract with the record company. It was in fact a stupid move on her part. Harry managed to soften the blow for her. Giving his first Interview he told the press that she wasn't a bad person, that she had just made a mistake. Then managed to convince the record label to let her off remarkably lightly. Due in part to the fact he had personally trained Ingrid's replacement. You see Harry appears to be making his own version of you my Angels."
The three Angels looked at each other, not sure they liked that idea all that much. They were unique and special with a long history behind them. They weren't sure they wanted someone trying to copy them.
"Not quite the same though, when I last talked to James, before he disappeared again. He told me that Harry doesn't intend to copy you my Angels. Just based his own version on you," Charlie said, reading them as if he could see them.
Which as far as the Angels knew he could. They wouldn't put it past him to be sat in the next room over watching them on CCTV while chatting over a phone.
"Daphne, Ingrid's replacement, was one of Harry's girls. He was supportive of her decision to join the group and she has since proven to be very popular. Eye Candy look set to push into the American Market next year, with her at their side. So the record label was more than a little happy that Harry had made their job easier. No long interview and audition process required. Daphne apparently had a gig the day after she stared. Or as close to that as to make no difference."
"This Harry taught her how to be a ... pop star," Dylan just had to know. Girl Groups were not her favourite for sure. But she knew what they were like, the things they had to do, and it seemed unlikely that a new comer could step in that fast.
"According to James, Harry has trained them to do anything they want. He sounded rather proud of him in truth. Still, after breaking up with Ingrid, he was seen out and about with Gabrielle Noir. Who he met for the first time on a UK chat show. Finding out she was actually a part of his family. I have a tape of that chat for you. It was actually quite funny he met her the same night he and Ingrid got into a relationship. Harry asking her to a date live on National TV on New Years. Since then he has also been seen in public with the lead singer and spokeswoman for Eye Candy, Chantelle."
"Do we have a picture," Natalie asked, "Of all of these people. It might help to know what we're walking into in that regard."
The large picture above the fire place shimmered and was replaced with frozen picture. A scene from the Chat show Harry had found himself on.
"Ohhh baby" Dylan purred, "The one with Black Hair?" she asked. "With the leggy chick on his lap?"
"That's Harry, Or as he is widely known Harry B." Charlie said, a smile in his voice. "Ingrid is on his lap, Chantelle is the red head beside him on the right. Gabrielle Noir is on the far left."
"Wow" Natalie said with an impressed look. "He's seriously only just coming up on 18?"
"Yes Natalie he is, Though he does, from what I have heard, have some documentation saying otherwise." Charlie said and there was an odd note of pride in his voice. Like his friends son having fake id was by extension something for Charlie to be proud of.
"He'd pass for 21," Dylan said licking her lips in a way that made the other two Angels laugh at her.
"Dylan wants to ... investigate jail bait" Alex teased.
"Not in the UK," Charlie said with laughter in his tone. "16 is the legal age of consent there. Besides, I'm asking you to check him out. Not... Check him out."
The other two Angels laughed, with Dylan smiling slightly mischievously.
The picture suddenly started to move. "Watch him in action Angels, it shows his nerve if nothing else."
The three Angels listened mostly in silence as the show played out from the point Ingrid had sat on Harry's lap. Some laughter was injected and they virtually fell around when he mentioned what his plans were. Live on National TV without a care, knowing damn well no one would believe him.
Then the section of video finished with them all looking highly amused.
"Now, I have a contact number for him and tickets for you. Gather round my Angels and I'll tell you what we're going to do."
-xXx-
Harry and Lukus were standing back to back in the middle of the dance floor. Bodies all around them, some people hanging from railings. The club itself, once high scale, was trashed. The fight had started slow at first. One guy making a grab for his girlfriend. She had objected. Lukus had stepped in and from there the rest as they say is history.
Harry need not have worried about Lukus though. He had noticed that Lukus made an effort to match himself against the person, or persons he was fighting at the time. Which actually made sense now that Harry came to think of it. He wouldn't want to just flatten them. Angels loved to fight probably more than they liked to shag. Meaning that they lasted it to last as long as was possible, so Lukus hadn't badly hurt anyone.
In truth Harry hadn't had to do much until pretty much every single man there stated to fight. The women were, for the most part, long gone. The men fighting to the last. Which was fine with Harry and even more fine with Lukus. He had a wide beaming smile on his face and appeared to be having the time of his life.
"This is an amazing party you throw Old Man" Lukus said, a smile full of teeth on his face.
Harry laughed, ducking a clumsy punch. His fist jabbing out into the attackers stomach and sending him to the floor. Joining the last five people that had tried to take on Harry. It was obvious to them that Harry was the weaker fighter. It was just not as obvious that he could take the room on by himself as easily as Lukus had, but only because Lukus wasn't fighting to his fullest ability. They did after all quite like the architecture in Rome. "Well you know Lukus, I like to show my friends a good time," he said ducking as something flew over his head from behind.
The Angel roared his laughter and approval at that statement. The last few fighters looking at each other. Once there had been a full club of fighting men, some fighting each other for the sheer hell of it. It was essentially a testosterone enhanced bit of fun all told, no real malice left. Just fighting for the sheer hell of it. That glance was a signal by all accounts and they all converged at the same time.
Harry smiled a blood stained smile. He was no Angel. So he was showing signs of the fight. Lukus on the other hand was as fresh as a daisy. His suit a little dusty perhaps, but otherwise unmarked by the fight they had partaken in. Lukus, Harry knew, was no doubt smiling too. They both had plenty of fight left in them. Harry had been in a few somewhat more serious long lasted battles than this. He didn't even want to think about some of the fights the Angel had been in. Before he had become Earth bound he would've been sent into the pits of 'Hell' to fight demons. Probably for the hell of it, they had to keep busy now didn't they. The final battle was when all hell would break loose. Excuse the Pun, mostly it was a skirmish war between Good and Evil. Angels being on the good side for the most part. Scripture had been made real by Human imagination. Not amazingly accurate, but real. So Angels would be there at the end, the final fight between good and evil.
Harry wouldn't, and he thanked his lucky stars for that as he had seen more than his fair share of wars. A fight like this was fun, a war was something else entirely.
The two unlikely friends finished off the remaining combatants and Lukus looked around. "Where did all the women go," he asked, sounding vaguely disappointed.
Harry leaned on his friend, looked at him seriously, then burst into tired laughter.
-xXx-
Harry's apartment, once more, was silent and still. This time Harry was fast asleep in his bed. After a night of baby sitting and then the next being spent out on the town with an Angel. Well, he needed some rest for a change. He was even alone, which was not something he particularly liked. It happened though, even to him on occasion. After spending so much time alone, especially at the end of his other life he quite liked to remain with company. The events of the time section he had thwarted had just made that an even more pressing need in his psyche.
He turned over in his large luxurious bed, a soft snore escaping his lips. So, since he was fast asleep, he didn't notice that the surrounding area was starting to change. A light wind had picked up, a source of light not natural to his area began to take shape. That source of light grew, and a third dimension added to it, creating a tunnel.
Then suddenly something came tumbling out of that light tunnel and landed hard on top of him in bed.
-xXx-
"What," The Doctor said, his face creasing with concern. He and Rose had been cruising in 2580 when suddenly his beloved ship had taken things into it's own hands.
This was the thing with having a living ship.
It occasionally decided to go off somewhere without consulting him.
-xXx-
Harry reacted before he was even awake, twisting around and fighting his attacker. No magic as yet, but it was there bubbling under the surface and ready to act.
A female yelp, and a knee attaching itself to his groin distracted him for a moment. The two combatants now twisting around quite a bit. His sheets wrapping themselves around the two fighter as they fought for control.
Harry was about to tap his magic, whoever he was fighting was good. Then suddenly he stopped as a familiar sound took shape in his bedroom.
VWOORP, VWOORP, VWROOP
He and his assailant stopped, Harry being temporarily on top looked up and saw a blue box taking shape in his bedroom. Which was more than passing strange to Harry. He had set up his wards to allow the Doctor through. That said, he had put in a 'hole' specifically for the Doctor using the mans magical and genetic signature. As strange as it may seem the Doctor did have enough magic in him to give him that signature. That hole though was in his living room, not his damn bedroom.
It was obvious that the TARDIS was fighting his wards. It was taking a little longer for the amazing ship to take shape and it was flickering a bit. Rather than risk his friend getting hurt in anyway Harry concentrated and shifted the hole in his wards.
VWOORP
The TARDIS took shape finally and became solid.
The doorway opened and a very confused Doctor came out and looked around.
Their eyes met and they looked equally confused. Then Harry's assailant managed to struggle out from under him slightly. The light from the TARDIS lighting up the bed. A blond head of hair appeared from the TARDIS and then another Blond head appeared out from under Harry.
Bright blue eyes surveyed the scene and a brilliant smile crossed Harry's assailants face. "Hello Dad" she said brightly.
The Doctor's face dropped in shock as Harry looked down at the beautiful girl under him.
"Doctor, is there something I should know?" asked Rose, growing more concerned, annoyed and frustrated as another of the Doctor's secrets came back to bite her in the arse.
The Doctor's mouth opened and his face was a study in confusion as he and Harry said together.
"What? What? WHAT?"
