Title: (Don't) Judge a Book by it's cover
Author: Adam
E-mail: adam_brittboy@yahoo.co.uk
Pairing: PK
Series: 2/?
Disclaimer: Tom and Harry belong to Voyager
Warnings: Nothing in this part.
Summary: It's an Au story, Harry the 'as-ever'
innocent guy, with Tom as his...'white-knight'? Or is

Last time on '(Don't) Always Judge on Appearances...

Maybe it was the pleading in his voice that did it.or
maybe it was the way Harry's eye's held the fear he
had so many times held.

"Oh god, Harry. I'm sorry." Tom moved over Harry,
cupping the bruised face in his hands. He moved down
and kissed it gently, then stroking it as he looked
into the scared brown eyes.

Tom stood and moved back, shaking his head in sadness.
I'll leave now. I'm so sorry, Harry."

Harry was afraid; he had no doubt that it may happen
again. But it was like a moth to a flame. He wanted
Tom to stay. Jumping up, he firmly, but softly grabbed
Tom's shoulder. "Stay, Tom." Harry begged. "I want you
to stay."

And Now.

Harry knew he'd won as soon as he felt the tension
leave Tom's body.

"Now.Tom. We're gonna get back in my truck, and go

"Don't you tell me where and WHAT I'm doing, you hear
me?!" Another burst of anger burst from Tom, Harry
still not knowing what had triggered it.

Harry frowned for a moment, those beautiful brows
furrowing in thought. "Well, will you come into the
truck with me, and back to my house.Please, Tom!?"
Harry begged.

Tom didn't answer, but climbed up into the truck,
slamming the door behind him.

"I take that as a yes." Harry said to himself quietly,
as he walked around the truck to his side.

The short ride back to Harry's house was done in
silence. Tom once more staring into the blackness
before them, as Harry bit his lip to keep his
curiosity and what many had said, 'big-mouth' in

Harry hadn't thought until his house came into view
//What will dad say?//

Tom looked over and saw Harry fidgeting in his seat.

"You know, Har.I can still get out and head off by
myself you know." He didn't want to. He had sadly
become attached to the young man and yet he couldn't
do anything about it.

//I have too much baggage. I'd bring the kid down. I'm
no good."

"No Tom. I want them to meet my friend."
Tom smiled at this, feeling a rush of warmth at
Harry's kind words, but it was quickly followed by the
knowledge of how all this would end.

"Har.you should listen to what I'm saying. Think about
what's already happened. I'm not exactly a good luck
charm!" Tom argued, knowing this would end in tears,
probably Harry's and he couldn't let that happen.

"I don't need anyone to choose my friends for me, Tom.
I don't have many friends, and the ones I do have I
put my all into them, and no one can tell me who my
friends are Tom." Harry repeated. "Not my mum, dad and
not you!"

They had reached the house now, and Harry pulled the
truck to a stop.

"Now, we're gonna go in, and have some dinner. My
mum's gonna love you!"

They got out of the car and made their way slowly to
the house that looked surprisingly well up kept,
considering the way the van looked.

Tom didn't understand why he was so nervous as each
step felt like another step closer to hell.

//I'm not dating the kid and meeting the parents for
Christ sake!// Tom thought to himself.

They were at the door. //Already// Tom thought in
panic, beads of sweat falling down his face. //It was
a lot further away the last time I looked.

Harry was about to open the door when a fist greeted

To be continued...