Phan one-shots

Immortals

Description: Dan has lived for 541 years, and it doesn't look like he's dying anytime soon. Or ever. He travels between countries and schools, never settling in one place long enough for people to notice him never aging. Everyone around him is dying, and he doesn't know how long he has until he goes insane.

Warnings: drowning

Genre: fluff, I guess?

A/N: I've been watching too much Doctor Who and Torchwood. Inspired by Captain Jack Harkness.

Dan's POV

Maths is boring. This is an acknowledged fact of life, especially when you stopped aging over 500 years ago. This meant that you had to go through secondary school a good many times, so as to appear normal. This particular secondary school, in London, England, 2009, was both the worst and the best. Best because of my two best friends, Chris and PJ, and worst because of the school bully, Phil Lester.

Chris and PJ were the best friends one could hope for. They shared my passion for media and film, Chris being an actor and PJ a scriptwriter. They made me laugh, even when I was at the lowest of the low. And although they didn't know my secret, they were the best friends I had ever had.

I shipped it.

Phil, however, was my sworn enemy. I would be glad to never see him again, once I had graduated from this school. Every day, after school, Phil would be waiting. He would be by the school gates, with his stupid black hair and his stupid blue eyes that shone with anticipation whenever he saw me.

He was quite hot actually.

I may have forgotten to mention the reason he beat me up.

I was gay.

I hadn't even realised it until around 1950, when gay pride began. I had just thought I didn't want to get into a relationship with a girl, because I would inevitably have to leave. I didn't notice girls in the way that any of my friends ever had, although I did sometimes find some of my male friends quite attractive. I dismissed that as a one off every time. Despite the fact that it happened a hell of a lot more than one time. In the 1950s it became more obvious that I was not attracted to girls but guys, as I had my first kiss with a guy I no longer remembered. It had helped to clear my head and made me realise that it perhaps wasn't so unusual to like boys.

Apparently, to Phil and his little group of assho- sorry, friends, being gay was a sin (like drinking, taking drugs and beating people up, but those didn't apply to them), and deserved to be punished.

Speak of the devil.

There he was, leaning against the gates. It was no use trying to run now, he had already seen me. It was unusual to see Phil without any of his friends, because they usually helped Phil to beat me up, or stood by to watch the show. Not that I was complaining; Phil on his own was more than enough for one day.

As I got closer, he pushed himself up off the metal gate and walked towards me. I shivered. No matter how horrible he was, he was extremely hot, and a hot guy walking towards you with a smirk on his face wasn't exactly going to help anyone's concentration.

Still smirking, he gestured for me to follow him, and when he saw I was going to comply, started slowly walking out of school. Now, you're probably thinking "Why the hell is he following his bully? Run for it, idiot!" but the thing is, it was either follow of my own free will, or get pulled by the hair. And I really like my hair.

After a five minute walk, we were in a small clearing in the woods, next to a stream. I had never been here before, so it was reasonable to assume that I was on my own. Not that anyone would help me anyway.