Refugee

Refugee
Crossover fic: WrestlingXHarry Potter
Pairing: Shawn Michaels/Lucius Malfoy
Rated: R for now
Summary: Lucius escapes from Azkaban in the middle of Book 6, wand less, starved, helpless, and completely lost in the muggle world.
Disc: Not my men, not my show, not my book, not my anything! *sooooooooob*


Notes: Thanks to Jessie and Florville ;-) I hope I can pull this story off like it\'s playing out in my mind XD


Chapter 2: A most curious man

Dr. Joseph Hansen studied various medical conditions, illnesses, and the like for over the past 20 years. He had been working at the orphanage for the past 10, and he still hadn\'t seen anything like what Shawn had brought in. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, the heat, or the job of patching up cuts and bruises on everyone, but by all means, the man he was staring at on the bed should have been dead. He scratched at his bushy beard in astonishment. \"By all means.. He should be dead.\"

\"But he\'s not, he woke up for a second to mutter a name- Draco, I think.\" Shawn said as he attempted to watch over the squatty doctor\'s shoulder. \"What\'s the matter with him?\"

\"He\'s severely emaciated, you can count the ribs sticking out of his skin for one thing.\" Dr. Hansen remarked pointing the tip of his pen at each of the visible bones as if he were counting them. \"Shawn, if you\'d be so kind... Could you go get me some mineral water?\"

Shawn nodded and rushed off, feeling worried. He\'d never seen anyone look as bad as the poor, pale, blonde man he\'d brought in. Quite possibly, he was criminal. The blue and white striped shirt with the numbers on it was a dead give away to a sort of prison uniform. However, no prison that he could think of used that style anymore, or were there any prisons located in the area. This man must\'ve walked a hell of a long way to come here. Sighing, he reached into the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water.

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Mmmph. Beds. Sheets. Fear shot through me as I realized I must be back in Azkaban! There\'s no other explanation for it! Some great escape- I\'m gone for an hour tops, and they re-capture me. If the dementors were still here, I\'d be getting ready to receive the kiss right about now.

\"Thank you, Shawn. I don\'t want to give him any food yet, it might not stay down long enough for him to get anything out of it.\"

Ohh food. It\'s been so long... I\'ve refused most of what they\'ve given me during my stay in Azkaban. It was usually maggot filled, and since I am a death eater, mine was usually more maggots than food. But just the thought of eating...

\"Doctor, his stomach\'s growling! Can\'t we please give him something?\"

That voice. I\'ve heard it before...! Back in the desert when I was able to open eyes I saw a man. Just briefly, but I saw him-- and his eyes. They were filled with such worry. He couldn\'t have been a guard, no one at Azkaban would allow me such an emotion.

...Then where am I? Who has me?! I began to get a little frightened, being too weak to fight back even if I had my wand, I was at their mercy.

\"Maybe that might be for the best. I saw you had a loaf of fresh bread on the counter, I\'ll go get a piece. See if you can wake him up though, we can\'t feed him anything unless he\'s some what conscious.\"

\"I\'ll see what I can do.\"

The bed dipped by my side, as he climbed in beside me, the rough material of his pants brushing against my bare side. I gave a little moan as I felt myself lifted up some so my back was braced up against his strong thigh.

\"Hey... I\'ve got some water for you, please wake up...\"

Water. Oh, it sounded like a dream... My throat rasped a little as I tried to make a sound, fighting the intense fatigue I was suffering from just to open my eyes for a brief second. I got them open for just a brief second, enough to make him satisfied.

\"You ARE awake!\" He sounded happy about- and that struck me as very strange. I can count the people who have ever cared that I was alright on one hand. Hah- perhaps not even on a whole hand, maybe two fingers-- that sounds about right. Something... oh, what is the name of this material... Plastic? He\'s pressing PLASTIC against my mouth?! He must not know who he has in his bed. I may be near death, but Lucius Malfoy does not drink from muggle materials like... plastic. Only the finest cups silver, gold, platinum or anything I deem worthy of my person has ever come in contact with my lips. I shudder with revulsion, but part my lips a little to let the cold water in.

\"I don\'t know how long you were in the desert for, but you\'re going to need to drink as much as you can. The doc said you were badly dehydrated.\"

He didn\'t need to tell me twice... I quickly forgot about the bottle being made of an inferior muggle material- that didn\'t matter now. I knocked his hands away and took the bottle for myself, chugging as fast as I could.

\"Hey hey! Slow down, you\'ll get yourself sick!\"

Hah. Like I was going to obey you. If he\'s got plastic, then he must be a muggle. I don\'t listen to muggles, even if they did save my life! I dropped the bottle, looking to him with half lidded smug eyes.

\"Okay buddy, it\'s your body.\"

Of course it is, you stupid muggle. I ignored the lurching in my stomach to remain smug, pride to a Malfoy was more important than reality sometimes.

\"You remind me of someone. A friend of mine- A little on the foolish side, just like you. He never listened to what was good for him...\" The muggle man got an absent look in his eyes before he shook it off. \"He had lovely hair like yours, though it had gotten a little ratty on the ends. An inch or two would have saved it, but he cut most of it off- I\'ll have you know he looks pretty stupid with it.\"

I don\'t understand why he\'s still speaking to me. I don\'t associate myself with any muggles no matter what they\'ve done for me, or how attractive they may be. And I\'ll admit it, this man really is a rare case of beauty in the muggle world. His eyes were a nice shade of blue gray, something you don\'t see often in the wizarding world, much less the muggle one. He was blonde too, however his more of a strawberry blonde color, rich in reds and some brown. It looked soft and very well taken care of as it moved about his shoulders and upper arms. It\'s nice to see muggles take as good of care of their hair as wizards do.

\"I suppose you\'re less than interested in what I have to say, you do have that look about you. But whether you like me or not, I\'m here to help you get better and back where you belong.\"

How true. I do need him for that. I guess I\'m stuck with this rambling idiot until I can figure out how to get back. Then again, having him slave over me isn\'t that bad; it\'s better than being out in the desert.

TBC