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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything written by J., I also don't own Doctor Who(tragic!) I make no money when I write and create fanfiction.
"OW!"
Darn! Harry slapped his hand over his mouth after accidently blurting out his pain.
He'd been traveling these vents for the better part of eighteen minutes and to say that he was hopelessly lost would be an understatement.
He'd just been about to take a small break when a sharp piece of metal had speared his hand as he placed it in front of him. It seemed that the vents were quite old for it to have broken pieces in it.
Harry brought his hand up to his face to get a better look at the wound, but judging by the wet feeling he'd say that he had at least broken skin if not more.
It was dark in the vents but luckily there was enough light to see the damage.
His palm was slick with blood and his skin was torn horribly.
Great just freaking great, that's just what I need to make this situation even more complicated, not to mention this hurts like hell.
He guessed that the officers in charge of him hadn't noticed that he'd gone missing yet but it was just a matter of time before they found out and informed the station. Getting out after that would be really tough.
All the more reason to get out now before they notice! The exit has to be close somewhere, or at least another open vent that doesn't open up into a room full of cops! Even a closet would be preferable to this closed in space!
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't have time to get panicky and angry. He had to stay calm in these kinds of situations.
After a few moments he opened his eyes determination shinning in them.
Alright I got this-there's no need to panic. I'll find a way out and get to the Dursleys before the order will ever notice.
Before moving on however he needed to cover his wound to keep it from bleeding all over the place.
Lifting the end of his shirt with his good hand he placed it between his teeth and tore.
It took a few tries but he managed to rip a big enough piece to use. Spitting the cloth out he picked it up with his good hand and carefully began to wrap the wound.
It hurt but using his teeth he was able to tightly wrap the piece of shirt around his hand enough to stop the blood. It wouldn't hold for long but hopefully he wouldn't have to worry about it till he was long gone from here.
Trembling Harry wiped the sweat off his face, it was beginning to get hot in here.
He needed fresh air and fast.
After a few more minutes of crawling Harry saw an opening. Hoping that this one would lead to an empty room Harry carefully crawled forward until he was right in front of it. Peeking through the grid Harry smiled tiredly to himself.
The lights were off which was a good sign to indicate that the room was empty.
Harry pulled out his wand and using the tip began to gently unscrew the cover of the vent making sure not to make too much noise.
It was hard considering he only had one hand to work with but what choice did he have?
Gripping the grid lightly with his injured hand Harry carefully unscrewed the last screw keeping the vent closed.
Dropping his wand he quickly caught the vent with his good hand before it could fall to the ground. But not quick enough for his injured hand had torn again.
Not to mention that he'd just noticed that he dropped his wand somewhere in the dark room.
"Oh damn it all to hell and back!"
"Now that's not very nice language now is it?"
Freezing Harry peered through the darkness trying to find out where the voice had come from.
"Down here."
Looking down into a pair of baby blue eyes harry did the first thing that came to mind.
He dropped the grid.
THUD!
Peering down Harry saw that he'd scored a bull's eye. The grid had fallen right on the man's head.
I do hope he wasn't badly hurt…damn I better check before I leave. If he's bleeding I could at least stop it before escaping.
Being careful Harry gently lifted himself out of the vent.
Crouching down next to the downed man Harry gently picked up the grid from the man's head. There was a long gash where the corner of the grid had pierced the skin, the man himself seemed to be unconscious.
Double damn, I just can't leave him here, he could have a concussion. Damn it! What now? If I try to get this guy some help I'll get caught and just be put back in a room. Only this time I probably won't be alone. Darn it…
Harry froze with indecision his hands which still held the grid turned white as he gripped it tightly, his injured hand which had begun to finally clot started to bleed again.
The small moan that came from the guy's mouth decided everything.
"Darn it! I hate being the good guy."
Placing the grid gently on the ground next to them Harry gently sat the man up being very careful with the guy's head.
Once he'd propped the man up against the wall Harry looked around the room, if he was going to assist the damage he needed light. So the first thing he needed to do was turn on the light.
At least the moan that the man had given out was a good sign that the man was still living.
Getting to his feet harry moved in the direction that he believed the door was in, while his eyes were adjusting to the darkness of the room he still had a hard time seeing further then a few steps ahead of him.
Reaching outward with his arm his hand touched the smoothness of what could only be a wall. Shuffling alongside it he searched for the small switch to turn on the overhead lights.
After a few more seconds of searching he felt it, giving the switch a flick he had to immediately close his eyes. The lights were way too bright for someone who had been wandering in darkness for a time.
Rapidly blinking his eyes he wiped the small pool of tears from the corner of his eyes. That done Harry turned back around to where the man was propped up.
The moment his green eyes landed on the man they widen hugely, his mouth dropped down a bit a well giving him a stunned stupid look.
The man who he had injured was drop dead gorgeous.
Just-rolled-out-of-bed shaggy brown hair and a Greek god facial bone structure along with full pink lips named only a few of the man's perfections.
His eye lids were closed but Harry remembered that they had been a bright blue when he had seen them before he had dropped the grid on the guy's head.
Harry finally took notice that he was gapping like some kind of fanboy. Quickly clipping his mouth shut Harry walked back over to the unconscious man.
He absentmindly noticed that the man was dressed weirdly, he was wearing a British captain's World War II uniform, full coat and all.
Strangely it fit the man despite being very odd.
Kneeling down beside the man Harry used his good hand to check on the man's wound to see if it had stopped bleeding. The blood that had flown early had already dried and become flaky on the man's face.
Harry's eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement, his hands brushed the man's blood incrusted hair. He saw the blood but for some reason was having a hard time trying to find the wound itself.
"You know I like having my hair brushed by a cute boy but the dried blood does make it a little harder don't you think?"
"Shit!"
Harry fell backwards as the man started to talk casually to him. It seemed like the man wasn't as unconscious as he had first thought.
"Aw no need for such bad language kid, though truthfully I'm the one who should be swearing. That grid really hurt! Heheh."
Harry just stared at the man as he began to laugh at his own injury.
What a weirdo geez even I wouldn't laugh at my own pain like that, it wasn't funny at all. This guy seriously needs a better sense of humor.
Harry realized that he needed to get out of there, the man despite getting hit in the head seemed to be fine…if not strangely perky.
"Well sir…I'm glad you're alright and all so I'm just going to go get someone now…yea…"
Harry got ready to stand up but what he hadn't expected was to have his wrist suddenly griped in a tight hold by the man's hand.
"Hey!"
The man's carefree smile melted from his face as it suddenly got serious.
Darn I'm in trouble now. Who is this guy? He can't work here-no one dressed like he is could work in the police force…maybe a foreigner? He look's American-darn that's just what I need a stupid Yankee asking questions.
"Hey relax kid I'm not gonna hurt you or anything. I just have a few questions I want to ask you like…what the heck were you doing in the ventilation shafts?"
Oooh nevermind he's a cop. Shit.
The man seemed to read Harry's mind-and wasn't that a scary thought!-because he quickly lost his serious face and a big grin that showed all of the man's bright white teeth took its place.
"Hey don't worry kid I'm not a cop. I'm just curious is all."
Harry gave the man a look of suspicion and disbelief. The man raised the hand not holding onto Harry in a surrendering motion.
"Hey I'm serious! Scout's honor kid. Besides you owe me one for hitting me on the head earlier."
Harry blushed as the man reminded him of what had happened earlier. The big grin on the man's face didn't help matters either. The man really looked good when he smiled.
Harry mentally slapped himself. Now none of that Harry James Potter! This is not a good time to be questing your sexuality! You need to get out of here…but I can't leave because this man won't let me go and if I try to force the issue he might raise an alarm then I'm really screwed. Maybe…maybe if I tell him he'll let me go? He says he's not a cop and for some reason I believe him on that. He's too weird to be a cop anyhow. He might be some relative of someone who works here. Either that or he's some foreign dignitary or something like that. Hmm…well what could it hurt? I can't leave anytime soon and if I don't tell him he might just take me to the nearest cop. Damn this just really isn't my day.
Harry gazed into the man's blue eyes which for some reason seemed to be twinkling. It scarily reminded him of Dumbledore's twinkling eyes which caused to shudder a bit in disgust.
"Hey you ok? You cold or something? I don't think it's especially cold in here but hey I'm the one wearing the heavy coat. Here why don't you were this instead of me."
Before Harry could assure the man that he wasn't cold the man had managed to maneuver out of his great coat and letting go of Harry's wrist he draped it over his shoulders.
Harry felt very dwarfed after that.
The man must have been very tall because even if Harry had been standing up the coat would have still engulfed him entirely.
"Umm thank you…?"
"You're welcome kid, but man are you small. Are your parents here or anything? I can contact them if you want before you tell me why you were in the vents."
Harry's face flushed a deep cherry. Harry knew he looked young but to be mistaken for a young child was just too much.
On one hand he wanted to tell the man his real age of 16, on the other hand he could use his supposed age to his advantage, gather sympathy and all that.
Which to choose?
Harry decided that the humiliation was too much to bear, he'd explode in anger sooner or later by being treated like a small child.
"Excuse me sir? I'm not a little kid-I'm sixteen years old."
The surprise in the man's eyes wasn't unexpected-what was unexpected was the small leer.
"Oh really? Wow you sure are tiny for your age…legal though right?"
It took Harry three seconds to figure out what the man was asking. When he did he jerked backwards, his face once again a shade of hot red.
"Not on your life sir!"
The man let out a loud body shaking laugh at Harry's reaction to his come-on.
"Hahaha you don't have to worry kid. Hahah I'm not going to do anything to you. Hehe man that sure was a funny reaction!"
Harry just shot the man a look of anger and embarrassment, a small huff of irritation escaped him.
But as he watched the man try to control his mirth Harry realized that he couldn't stay mad at the man and from a bystander's point of view his reaction probably had been pretty funny to see.
After a few more moments Harry let out a small snort of amusement. Watching the man was proving to be an entertainment in itself.
"Ah-hahaha-ow my stomach. Ah thanks kid I really needed that laugh. It's been a while since I've laughed that hard. Whew…so-heh…back on topic. If you don't want to tell me yet why you were up there can you at least tell me your name?"
Harry thought about it for a moment then slowly nodded his head.
"Alright sir my name is Harry Potter."
The man nodded and stretched out his hand to shake.
"Cool name, well since you've told me yours its only right I tell you mine. Name's Jack, Jack Harkness."
Harry did something pretty stupid then. He reached out his hand unthinkably to shake the man's out stretched hand.
Now that wouldn't have been bad in itself, but to shake the man's hand Harry had to give him his injured hand. Which he'd forgotten was injured in the first place.
"Wh-? What the hell happened kid?"
Harry followed the man's eyes down to his own hand and a small blush crossed his cheeks. He was doing that a lot today.
"Oh…I uh hurt it in the vents."
The expression in the man's face could only be described as a mixture of 'Duh' and 'Continue now!'
"Ah it got caught on a piece of loose metal or something. It'll be alright though. I think I managed to stop the blood flow."
Jack's head just shook in disbelief, giving a sigh the man reached over and riffling through his coat pocket he pulled out a handkerchief.
"Here this will work better then that dirty piece of cloth."
"Hey! That dirty piece of cloth was a piece of my shirt!"
Jack's eyes widen.
"Really?"
Harry answered the man by rolling his eyes and heaving a long drawn out sigh.
"Hahah sorry sorry. It's not your fault that your clothes are…hmmm."
Jack's eyes suddenly zoomed onto Harry's clothing as if seeing them for the first time. The area were Harry had ripped exposed some of his stomach and side where most of the bruises were.
Harry noticed where Jack's eyes were zeroed at and panicked; trying to change the subject Harry asked the first question that popped in his mind.
"So why were you sitting in this room with the lights turned off?"
Jack's eyes tore away from Harry's stomach and looked up with confusion. Like the man hadn't even thought that someone would be curious enough about him to ask that question.
"Oh well I…just needed some quite time I guess, I'm here with one of my team mates and she tends to…ah well I guess let's just say that she can be a bit over bearing at times."
Harry nodded sagely.
"Ah I get it, I also have a friend like that. Don't get me wrong I love her to death and would die for her but…she does have a bit of a problem being a mother hen as well as a bit of a know-it-all."
The man just hummed in understanding.
"So umm…can I leave now?"
Harry could have slapped himself. He hadn't meant to actually ask that out loud.
Jack's eyes began to do that annoying twinkling again.
"Oh I don't know about that...you still haven't told me what you were doing up in the vents. So as soon as you tell me that and I decide you're not a danger I'll think about letting you go."
Harry sputtered in incredulity at the man's utter self importance.
Then he gave a sigh of defeat, I mean what else could he do in this kind of situation? Not much without making the situation worse than it already was.
"Alright then."
The guy's bright smile at his words almost made Harry smile in return.
Almost.
I need more votes on pairings people, the poll is on my author's page. As of right now the five pairings in the lead are.
1 Doctor!Harry/Ten
2 Doctor!Harry/Ten/Master
3 Doctor!Harry/Luna Lovegood
4. Doctor!Harry/Master/Jack Harkness
5. Doctor!Harry/Hermione Granger
Since I'm a slash writer I'm loving all the slasher votes. XD
I'm not sure if people know this but I'm going to point it out because I think people are getting a little confused.
When Harry Potter becomes Doctor!Harry he is going to be the Doctor's twelfth reincarnation. Harry will (later) become the Doctor we all know and love from the television series Doctor Who.
So in the pairing Doctor!Harry/Ten- Harry would be getting with his previous incarnation of his Tenth self. The Tenth Doctor.
I've read stories of this nature and if they are well written they turn out to be awesome, but I just wanted to tell you all this.
Truthfully I've been thinking though, maybe I'll have the pairing changed to Harry Potter/Ten until the time when Harry changes to Doctor!Harry. Then everyone else is fair game. (coughMastercough)
Thank you for reading through this long AN.
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