AN: Yeah… so I have actually been in a coma for the last couple years. I just woke up and thought, "Hey I should write some fanfiction. So here it is. No one reviewed my other active story and figure it's for one or two reasons but if you guys want me to make this story a priority over the other than please review so I know you're out there.

Chapter Eleven

Lab Work

People forget that even top-secret government facilities require the same amenities as any other facility. Where people worked things got messy and you wouldn't expect a guy with a 125 IQ and a God complex to shine a toilet, would you? No, of course not. Still the janitorial work of the Alliances most guarded facilities couldn't be left to the local beer bellied high school dropouts either. While the psychological tests required in recruitment checked for intelligence, its main focus was for apathetic, unmotivated souls whose only purpose in life was to stay busy enough that they didn't think about how pointless it all is…in a crude summation.

This left the largest and most exploitable hole in security. No one looks to closely at a janitor. If you make eye contact, what then? You would have to find a way to relate to the slob and even if you were able to relay a small piece of graciousness in brief meaningless banter you would have also opened a door to this man that can never be shut. He will treat you as an equal. So as Harry casually pushed his mop and bucket down the hall of the very facility he escaped only weeks earlier he kept his head high and attempted to make eye contact with everyone and therefore was ignored.

"I think we should smile."

Harry looked back at Mal with a confused frown.

"Don't think so, Mal."

"Sure we should. Everyone in the Alliance is happy."

"Smile and die." Zoe warned. "It's suspicious enough with the new faces."

"No one will look at your face." Harry pointed out.

"See! So we should smile."

A night guard walked past them and caught Mal's grin just for a second.

"See no harm no-"

"Hey!" The guard had double back. "Let's see those Ids. Don't remember you lot round here."

"No problem." Harry replied. The man made the mistake of making eye contact with him. "Everything in order?" Harry asked. The man nodded distractedly.

"Yeah, fine, I got something to check on. Keep on keep'n on ya know?" With that the guard bid a hasty retreat.

Harry turned and began to walk in the same direction towards his old 'home.' He noticed neither the stunned faces of Zoe and Mal nor the blood that began to dribble from his nose.

SEVERAL DAYS BEFORE…

Harry watched anxiously as River thrashed in the infirmary bed. Cold metal restraints held her down now. While emotionally he had been able to bounce back from their mind meld River was still stuck in whatever world she had recreated for them.

"You're still here." Simon's voice was tinged with bitterness and exhaustion. Harry flinched as though struck as he looked into the doctor's eyes. More tired. More haunted. "I'm sorry," Simon went on, "I- I just don't know what to do for her! Even with the neural imager… I can narrow down where the problem is but without their original notes! I can't fix her!"

"You will Simon. I promise on my life that I won't stop until you do." Harry left the infirmary as quickly as he came. It wouldn't due to break down emotionally in front of Simon. He was half-way to the second shuttle when Mal and Zoe caught up with him.

"Harry where ya think you're going?" Mal asked.

"To get answers."

"We're not gonna let you go alone." Zoe stated.

Harry paused. Who was he to argue with them? This was their ship and he was just a guest, but they didn't understand River's pain the way he did. He was uniquely qualified to help in other ways as well.

"We're not saying no. Just saying take us with you." Mal's voice was pleading. Harry couldn't take hearing his child hood hero beg on his own ship.

"It's your boat captain, but I think I know just the place to start."

Standing outside a small house at Privet Drive and Diagon Ln, Mal doubted his own sanity for following Harry to the house of a man that he only met inside his own head.

"How do you know this is guys even real let alone here?" Mal whispered. Harry shrugged as he broke the man's lock and hustled Mal inside before anyone noticed. "After sorting all the fake memories from the real ones I started to notice duplicate information overlapping in both sections."

"Real fake memories?" Mal asked. "How's that better?"

"It's how I remembered River. Look if I'm wrong we'll leave after only giving a small start to an old geezer and if I'm right we're one step closer to finding those labs again. Anyway he'll be home soon so it's too late now."

Mal sighed watching Harry rummage through the man's kitchen. "How do you know when he'll be home?"

"Cause he's making a roast and there's only 10 minutes left on the timer. No one wants a dry pot roast."

On cue the front door was pushed cautiously open. "Hello?" The man stepped through his door flicking the light on.

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry greeted. Mal slammed the door shut blocking the old man's escape. Warily the man turned from Mal to Harry.

"It's Doctor Donald Moore, " He paused, "you always had an active imagination, Harry. That's one of the things that drew us to you."

Mal's mouth dropped open in surprise. "You were right."

Harry's mouth twisted in anger. "I trusted you, Moore. I was an innocent 11 year old doped up on God knows what and you took advantage of that!"

Moore hung his head. "We had to create the parameters of the world for you to explore and grow in. It was not meant to harm or leave lasting damage but it was supposed to last six months! I'm sorry Harry! The research had endless possibilities! If we could find a way to activate that amount of brain cells in everyone… who knows what we could do. Cure diseases, hunger, war…the possibilities are as endless as the human imagination. We could make people..-"

"Better?" Mal supplied. "Is that what you did on Ariel? They did seem a lot better carving into their own flesh and eating the few cursed souls that didn't lay down an' die."

"We don't need your apologies or your rationalization of torturing and murdering hundreds of children that appeared different or interesting to you. I just need information." Harry said.

The man sat heavily on his worn couch. "I have nothing left. I will tell you what you want to know, my boy."

Harry's eyes twitched. "You won't have to." Blue eyes met green and the man froze, paralyzed as Harry ransacked his mind. After getting everything he needed Harry broke his gaze. The old man however seemed to be stuck in his hunched position on the couch with his eyes staring unblinking in horror.

Mal looked from the man to Harry who was panting as a small trail of blood dribbled from his nose.

"Whatchya do to him?" Mal asked staring awkwardly at the empty vessel.

"The same thing he did to us. I took him inside his subconscious fears and left him there." Harry noticed Mal was still staring at him when he tasted copper. Wiping at his nose he found the bloody mess. "I- uh- it takes a lot out of me. But I know where to go now."

Mal swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.

"We need a mop."

CURRENT TIME

"No problem." Harry replied. The man made the mistake of making eye contact with him. "Everything in order?" Harry asked. The man nodded distractedly.

"Yeah, fine, I got something to check on. Keep on keep'n on ya know?" With that the guard bid a hasty retreat.

Harry turned and began to walk in the same direction towards his old 'home.' He noticed neither the stunned faces of Zoe and Mal nor the blood that began to dribble from his nose.

"You guys coming?"

With a slightly faster pace they three janitors made it into the files room for the lab work done in the last ten years.

"You have to give it to the Alliance…they are efficient. All these years and they still keep hard copies." Harry admired looking through the doctor's notes and lab works in front of him. Several minutes later he had the two files he needed when a familiar name caught his attention. Stashing them inside his coat he looked back to Zoe and Mal.

"We can go now."