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Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 161 Please, fuckers, donate to NIFTY so the adventures can continue, sexual, romantic, and otherwise. Go to this page and donate…whatever you can, even one dollar! fty/donate.html JEREMY, DOCTOR WHO, AND JESSE 161 The Brigadier and the Doctor ran right into a large contingency of guards in the lowering corridor. One of them fired a warning shot into the air. The Doctor turned to nod at the Brig, who rolled his eyes and put his hands up. The Doctor followed suit. A man who seemed to know the Doctor came forward with a pistol. “Well, Doctor, you do seem to have the run of the place. You come and go as you please.” “As you please.” The Doctor tried to walk out the door that was on the wall near them, “Brigadier…after you.” The Brig lowered his hands and motioned for the Doctor to go first. “No, no. After you. I insist.” “Neither of you is going anywhere…” this new man snarled. As the two of them moved toward the door, the man fired a warning shot of his own, near the Brig at the door. The Brig winced and put his hands up again. “Except where we want you to go. Take this one to the chamber…” “Chamber?” The Doctor asked. The man nodded and the other men took the Brig away. Two more men came to back up the man with the Doctor. They all pointed guns at him. On the tunnel screen, moments before that, Ann and the Colonel and a few scientists who gathered around the console, watched static. “It’s been behaving this way since they returned.” “What is that?” The Colonel asked. He squinted as something in the static. The hint of a bulbous head. The top of a head. That moved to look at him! On the screen, the outline of a tremendous, bear like creature appeared but inside it was invisibility, sprinkled with what looked like stars. Glistening and with long arms hanging out to the sides in a very inhuman manner with things on the end that looked like leaves hanging. The head resemble a large insect, two bulbous eyes that reflected the complex back on itself set in a fly-like head and a large body that seemed to just end without any legs to propel it. Yet, they heard the stamping of feet. As this happened, the effect of a windstorm rose out of the tunnel and whirred through the complex room. Hair was blown, papers flew off desks, some computers sparked, and some of the scientists were blown back. “Switch it out of here!” The Colonel held onto the edge of the console desk. “I can’t!” As she tried, Ann looked up as the thing moved its pseudo arms. “It looks like it wants something!” “Like what?” As if in answer, the thing showed them an image of two boys flying in time. “Are those two of our teens?” The Colonel asked. “No!” Ann gasped. She smiled. “It’s both the Doctor’s teens.” “What?” The Colonel asked. “It seems to want them!” Ann gasped as the images seemed to close up on the faces of Jeremy and Jesse, both smiling, from their adventures in the tunnel. “I think it needs power.” “Can we control it?” “Control it? We don’t even know what it is!” “It can’t come out?” “I don’t think so. It might want some extra energy.” “Give it to it.” Ann nodded as if she knew it were a bad idea. She turned the tunnel power up and the hum rose to a loud roar. The wind effect grew worse. The thing roared and seemed to back down. The entire giant body shrank somewhat and the wind died down a bit. Jeremy looked at the floor in the new, wide open room. “That time tunnel complex is just underneath or so…” “I know, Jeremy, I know. But we’re above it so we’re past the real dangers… I hope.” “Nothing here. This room…” Jesse said, “It looks kind of weird.” “Well, everything about this place is weird.” They walked to the middle of the room. “See another door?” “No,” Jesse said, his voice reflecting the puzzle in his head. “It doesn’t make any sense. One door on that side for a room this big?” “There’s, ahh, some kind of control contraption over there…” Jeremy pointed to the far wall where a small box like device was. “Let’s go to it and see if it opens the walls or something.” “Okay,” Jesse moved to the middle of the room, Jeremy at his side. They moved closer to it, a vast expanse of floor between them and the door they just entered through. As they focused on the contraption, another gunshot made them turn directly away from it and react toward the wall they just came in from. “The Doctor!” “The Brig!” Jeremy gasped and the two of them ran toward that wall. “They’ve shot them!” The room was huge and they had to run to reach the one small door they had already entered by. Suddenly from behind the contraption on the wall, in a small alcove, emerged the weasel scientist. He grabbed a lever. “Oh, Mr and Mrs. Doctor!?” They stopped running and turned to see the weasel scientist. Before Jesse could say, “He’s stalking us,” the weasel pulled a lever on the contraption. Two trap doors opened under Jesse and Jeremy’s bodies and they fell through, arms in the air. Jesse’s shirt, loose fitting, flew up into the air, off his body and soon descended after him …into blackness!!! Jesse plunged through the trap door simultaneously as Jeremy dropped through another trap door to the right of him. Jesse’s shirt landed on his face as his stomach felt as if it dropped. Jeremy looked down. There was no way they could survive the fall. In the tunnel base, the monster was still there in the corner of the tunnel. “I know what it wants for power…sort of to eat…eat them.” The Colonel thumbed a microphone, “DO NOT KILL THE BOYS JESSE AND JEREMY. I REPEAT THE SHOOT TO KILL ORDER IS OFF. DO NOT KILL THEM. I NEED THEM ALIVE!” As the Colonel said this, the weasel man, at the console above Jesse and Jeremy snapped. “Shit!” The two boys had just fallen through the floor’s trap doors. In desperation, the man threw himself across the device and turned a lever which moved a circular dial around. As Jeremy watched, two separate bed shapes on the floor rose up to meet him and his lover. Jesse landed, “OAFFFF!” He tore the shirt off his face and uncovered his eyes. “We landed? Funny, I thought the fall was going to be longer…” He looked up. He had seen this thing before. The contraption on the ceiling had a huge chessboard on the ceiling, each square a kind of trap door that opened up. Each trap door was attached to a larger octagonal shape that spun around at times. When the spinning stopped, the trap doors opened. Sometimes one or two of them opened, sometimes three or four. The doors, when opened, were positioned over large cushions that were on metallic bed shapes. The bed shapes were raised and lowered. “I saw this when they brought me through here before.” “What is it?” “They said it tests whether or not someone can survive a fall. It simulates falling out of the vortex, emerging at great heights. My guess is that and this is how some of those homeless people died.” “Let’s get…” Jeremy sat up and stopped short. A gun was thrust into his face. Jesse had a guard on his side, too, doing the same thing. The young guards that brought the Brig to a large metallic door seemed nervous. “You should always hold the gun with your finger on the trigger, young man. Didn’t they teach you that in training?” Two other men worked on the rectangular, heavily buttoned computerized console in tandem and the heavy metallic door sprang open. The man with the gun waved. “Inside if you please, sir.” “I don’t.” “Don’t what?” “Please.” “Sir, my finger is now well and truly holding the trigger like you said. One more second’s hesitation and it will pull.” “A second? That just went by…Really, if you people want to get a grip on time control, you really should be better with your time.” The Brig eyed the young man’s face to scan for a weakness…and found none. He WAS liable to pull the trigger. “Oh, very well, young man.” He stepped into the room. It was empty except for a metallic sheen. “Is where I am to be held?” The pressure chamber looked something like 999/main/cguide/umtechvac.html “Yes,” the man’s sadistic side came out. “You’re a man used to a lot of stress and pressure. I bet you can take a lot.” In response, the Brig just shrugged. “This room. It’s used to test space suits…or alien’s hides…against pressure. We will reduce the pressure…” He smiled at the Brig’s reaction and quickly added, “Oh, quite slowly but by the time the hour is up and the Doctor has not relented as we both know he won’t…your insides will be quite starting to…” “Fall to pressure?” “Yes sir.” “Young man, if you knew me at all…” The man started spouting facts about the Brig’s life. Which can be found here: http://tardis.wikia/wiki/Alistair_Gordon_Lethbridge-Stewart “You do know my facts and figures…my figure is not of the greatest of late,” the Brig touched his own belly. “That will soon change. I will soon lose weight.” “Yes, all of it,” the man snarled. He stepped back, out of the room, which he had inadvertently stepped into as they talked. “Knowing a man’s facts and figures doesn’t include knowing the man.” “Goodbye, Brigadier.” The man smiled but constantly held the gun up until the door sealed. “Hello, Brigadier.” K9 said as he and the Jade Pagoda came out of invisibility mode. The robot dog sat quietly at the foot of the Pagoda. The Brig jumped. “Doc…K9, you gave me quite a start!” “Followed your scent.” “My what?” “Sensor readings indicated your aura.” “Can we use this thing to find the Doctor and his boys? Our boys?” “Negative. The Jade Pagoda is under the influence of their machinery.” “Do they know it’s here?” “Negative. It must be their constantly changing frequencies of their blocking devices.” “Clever little buggers aren’t they?” “That conclusion is illogical.” “Yes, quite so,” the Brig commented. “But we’re…we’re sealed in.” He already felt the air getting thin. “And the pressure’s building. Can you get me out…us out so we can help the Doctor and the boys?” “Affirmative.” K9 moved to the door and fired a red ray at it. When the door fell, it took out two guards. After the Brig stepped over them, realizing they were dead, he scanned their faces to see if the one who put them in the pressure chamber was one of them. He wasn’t. “What about the Geneva Convention? Too young for that?” The Doctor called out to two guards who had tied him to a chair. They left the room. The Doctor was hand cuffed with his hands behind his back and sitting in a chair. The Doctor tried to slide himself up the chair. “This is one of those times I wish I was in one of those regenerations where I was a bit taller.” A large, very tall, stocky man, early 30s entered, in black suit, of course and with a severe crew cut and slight beard. “That’s brilliant! How’d…” The man stared at the Doctor. The Doctor looked at him. “Did I just order you up? Did the Time Lords send you? I don’t always need their help, you see. You know, between you and I, if I still had the Key to Time, I could have ordered a taller body for meself…I mean who gave me you?” The man just looked at him. “The strong silent type, eh?” The man stooped down and the Doctor flinched, thinking he would be smacked. The man undid the handcuffs. The Doctor brought his hands to his front. He rubbed them for circulation. “How very kind of you. ” The man wielded a gun at him. He then handcuffed the two cuffs together again with the Doctor’s hands in front of him. “How very unkind of you.” Another man came in. He was shorter than the first man but they resembled each other in dress sense and facial hair. He also wore spectacles. “That will be all right then, you can take the cuffs off.” “How very kind of YOU.” “Very well. Now, I expect something from you in return, Doctor.” “You know me, how nice.” The Doctor smiled widely. And wildly. “I expect you to…” “Die?” “No. Whatever gave you the idea that I wanted you dead?” “I don’t know. The dogs. The guards. Kidnapping my friends.” “Oh that.” The man laughed. “It was to protect our little missionary here.” “Are you talking about a particular sexual position? Not interested. Missionary, ahhh. Religious venture, is it?” “No, of course not. You know it’s not.” “Pity. That would explain an awful lot. Like your fanaticism actually.” “As I said Doctor, I expect something in return. Start talking…” The Doctor shifted a bit and rubbed his wrists. He looked up. “Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart had perfect pitch.” He moved his hands slightly upward as if conducting. “What happened to …?” “Who? Wolfgang Amadeus Moz…” “The bodies you’ve been autopsying.” “You seem to know an awful lot already. Someone on the inside, have you?” “I can see that you are not going to make this easy. I mean why have you come back here? Gaining your senses again, are you?” “I am at a disadvantage in that respect. I mean I don’t even know who you are and you know who I are.” The man shut his eyes. He put a pair of fingers to the bridge of his nose and then opened his eyes. “My name is Masters.” “What? No, really?” The Doctor looked him in the eyes. “Noooo!” “Find that funny, do you?” “Well, for a meglo-maniac with delusions above his station? You have to admit having a name like Masters is…more than a tad ironic. It might be carrying irony a step too far…” The Doctor rubbed his wrists as the large man took the cuffs off. “It might just be taking irony a step too far.” He became more serious and deepened his voice, “Aren’t you afraid of me?” Masters took a gun out of his suit jacket. He nodded to the large man to go. The man looked as if he wanted to protest but Masters waved him off. “He will be outside at all times.” “Ahhhh. I’m very relieved to hear it. He can be my witness when the time comes.” “Time? For what?” “Indicting you on charges, of course.” “Dream on, Doctor.” “What are you up to, aye? I mean I have some idea but it seems pretty whole sale for such a rambling set of actions as you’ve performed. Weather control? Animal control? Controlling teens? Setting up future Nazis? Using Nazi gold? Teleportation? Mind control? Brainwaves? Kidnapping? Returning them…well, that’s my job. I guess you made me do that? I wonder how? Amazing mind control? Did you use the radar dish? Remarkable? Well, did you?” For each time the Doctor spoke, the Colonel tried to answer but the Doctor kept asking questions. “You’re full of questions, aren’t you?” “Mmmmm.” “I ask the questions here.” “Well, go on, then.” “What?” “Ask the questions. Don’t be thick, old man!” “Doctor. Control of time is crucial to protect our interests.” “Who’s?” “No. Not yours. Our’s.” “Democracy?” “If you like. Although some of our members are…opposite to us.” “What does that mean? No, never mind, I don’t care.” “What? Why not?” “Because. Listen. Listen to me, please. You’re messing with time and you can create all sorts of troubles for yourself, the universe…and even time itself!” “You please, Doctor. Time is not as fragile as you seem to want us humans to believe. I can use our time tunnel and radar power to stop you indicting me before you even think about it. We’ve already erased your memories. And had you erase others’ memories. The boy, for one. To save lives. To return some of those missing teens everyone is up in arms about to their homes.” “How very kind of you. Listen. You’re attracting the attention of some rather…” the Doctor waved his hands in the air and stopped as if he were surrendering, then dropped his hands to his sides, “…malevolent alien races…I mean the ones you’ve already used have been friendly…” he pointed a finger to the man, “…to YOU…but there are other races that are just pure evil according to what you want. Races that will utterly destroy you…eat your children…use your body parts…and cremate your pets…races beyond anything like you’ve ever seen.” “Then, we can work together to make sure they come nowhere near Earth. There’s no reason we have to be on opposite sides, Doctor. Then, work with us, Doctor. You’ve protected the Earth before.” “Have I?” “We know your history, Doctor. Don’t play the boffin with us.” “Boffin?” “Help us as you did before.” “Ahh, yes, that. I was not in my right mind. As I think you well knew…didn’t you?” He looked at the man’s eyes closely. “With you on our side, we could bring universal peace and harmony…starting with our planet first…and then who knows?” “Who indeed.” The Doctor nodded. “For a start you’re doing things I just do not like.” “Such as?” “Using the homeless in experiments. Kidnapping children off the streets. CHILDREN, for God’s sake!” “Teenagers, Doctor, teenagers. And thanks to you, we returned many of them to their families.” “Ohawh. That makes it all better, then, doesn’t it? Does it?” “We’ll do it all as you say.” “Then, there’s that radar you’re using. It won’t work properly. It’s based on an unsound principle.” “That’s what you said last time.” “Ahh, so, I didn’t really want to do this stuff…threaten someone, did you?” “That’s water under the bridge.” “There is no bridge with that thing. It’s unstable.” “It’s teleported things.” “Yeah…I…I’ve seen the results of that. Never seen the movie THE FLY?” “We’ve used it to control the weather. Hurricanes on Long Island could have been much worse. The radar dish will work soon. We’ve been running it for a long time.” “What? How long?” “We know what we’re doing. Mostly. We’ve been running it since 1945…63 years. And the new team here took over after your Brigadier shut us down…so they’ve been operating it since 1970. 38 years. That’s a long time.” “63 years. 38 years. 100 years. Twaddle! And bafflegab. Bafflegab, my dear. I’ve never heard such bafflegab in all my lives.” The Doctor laughed. “Pfffttt. Long time? You don’t know long from time. I do. A mere soup’s on. Time is relative. You don’t know what you’re playing at.” “Then convince me. Join up with us. It will save lives in the long run and we’ll do it your way. No more kidnappings. No more experiments with people.” “Okay.” “Really?” “Okay, just give me some more time to think about it. Think it over, mull it over in my head.” “I guess that’s something.” The man sounded discouraged. “And my friends?” “That tiresome Brigadier…” “He is a man of rank. You might as well show him some respect.” “…and those two young men…mere boys…?” “Yes.” “They’ll remain with us so as not to stir the pot.” “You mean to insure my continued cooperation, don’t you?” “That, too. You see, because if you don’t work with us, we have the four of you and a lot of valuable resources will have to be spent to keep the four of you alive.” “I see. That’s a deal, is it?” “The deal.” “Gotcha.” “So?” “Need more time.” “As you say, Doctor. Time is relative. Have as much time as you like. In the meantime, while we wait on your decision, which I’m fairly sure you’ve already made…we shall continue to run things my way. So choose quickly before we do any more experiments.” “You’re a wily old goat, aren’t you?” “Doctor. Some sacrifices have to be made for peace. Time has to be set right. SO that the right side wins. So that there is universal harmony.” “Ahh, yes. Sacrifices. You see, I want the same end as you do…well, maybe all the same ends…if you factor in the boys…but anyway…I want peace, too. It’s just that I’m not willing to kill our children, our teenagers, our homeless, our animal life and who knows who else you have plans for in order to get there. I’m sure that your weather device has killed people as well.” “Ahh, but how many have we saved?” “I don’t know. To me, it seems as if you’re using it more as a weapon rather than controlling the natural occurrence of the weather itself. People have died…at picnics!” “Doctor, I am willing to give up some lives to save others. If a government doesn’t want what we want…then, it has to go.” “I agree that religion based governments should go but murder…” the Doctor shook his head. “I can’t rely on that. I can’t have that as part of my arsenal. So to speak.” “Then, I’m very sorry. Our capitalism is threatened …” “Throughout time…” “So, Doctor, you agree?” He laughed. “Yes, of course it is. It’s why you’re tampering with time and time is MY business. Listen to me, please. You might have been exceptionally lucky having brought down the Berlin Wall and all…and I gather that’s rather due to my two companions’ efforts even though I know you weren’t for lack of trying but…you could end up causing the worst disaster the universes have ever known. It takes someone who knows what they’re doing to save the right person at the right time, so to speak. If I may not coin a phrase.” “You may not. You may be arrogant though, enough for all of us. You believe that with this time tunnel and radar dish…” “Ahh, there it is again. The radar dish doesn’t work. The energies from it drive animals mad…like the deer and turn teenagers into near murderers…how long before it turns teenagers into the real thing?” “An unwanted side effect that we can have the local police use…lethal force and all that if need be.” “I used to know an ancient remedy for mad dogs. I’ll have to look it up…” “It will be a long time before you and your three friends go anywhere near a library again, Doctor.” “Really? I thought maybe you had a good one here.” “In fact, your two friends will help us perfect the radiation bath…I’m afraid it will be quite painful, maybe even disastrous without bursa yabancı escort your adjustments and help.” “I can’t help you. It’s based on a false principal. It’s been tried before you know. Arizona…Nevada desert in the …what was it? The 1960s…oh, 1968. I do hope I have the right universe though. Time travel is confusing enough…again, it takes an expert…which you and your kind are certainly NOT…but through in alternate universes, converging and diverging time tracks, wildly separating time zones and universes, parallel worlds and universes, multi universes, one D worlds…” “And you say I’m quite mad.” “Everything I’ve just said proves you’re a novice.” “I’m not debating that. That’s why I’m asking for your help!” “We’re going round and round as if we’re in a chronic hysterisus…take me back to my cell…” “Glad to oblige.” He looked at his watch. “And you have about one hour to make your decision. It’s when we strap one of your young friends to a chair in front of the tunnel and do our test…” “A waste of time. You’ll just end up killing him.” “Exactly so decide fast and decide in my favor. And if it takes you longer than one hour and one friend…there are two more friends we can go through. Take three hours and all of them will be dead.” “You do have a lot of faith in your own experiments, don’t you?” “Give me your answer now and there will be no reason for a call back…” “Beep. Meep. The Doctor’s not here right now so please leave a message in the bottle and throw it into space and he’ll get right back to you yesterday if need be. Only don’t call him —he’ll call you…” “Rodney.” Masters opened the door and nodded to the large tall man. The man pointed his gun at the Doctor and waved it for him to come out, into the hallway. “Rodney’s a good name, you know?” The Doctor hesitated and looked at the taller man. “Dangerfield. Dangerfield Mouse. Allen Rippy. Rodney Harvey. Ahh, did you know that they made a TV series out of the Outsiders? Good that.” The man waved his gun again. The Doctor stepped forward and then back. He turned to look Masters in the eyes. “You really aren’t him, are you?” “Aren’t who?” “I had a worst best or was it a best worst friend or best enemy…the timelines are so messed up sometimes thanks to people like him and you…at times I think he was my son or I was his or my brother or something like that. Anyway this jackanapes, who called himself the Master. He was less ironic than you but oh, so much less boring.” Masters was getting aggravated, finally. “Take him to his new cell. One hour, Doctor,” Masters called after the Doctor as the large man took him away. Masters’ aggravation pleased the Doctor and he showed it to both Masters and Rodney. A big grin as he was pushed away. “Oh,” The guard said, “Masters said you are to be put in this room.” Rodney passed the Doctor to a smaller, blonde guard, who came from in between the other two. It was a huge metal door the guard turned with two hands while two other guards held guns at the Doctor. The Doctor winked at one of the two silent guards. The man flinched. “Oh, how nice,” the Doctor stepped into a large silver room. There was a table with water on it and sandwich. “A sandwich. How nice. I’m famished.” He began to eat it. “I suppose it’s safe.” The first guard looked at him while the other two covered him. “It is,” the guard said, “But in that hour, the room temp will be lowered.” “I thought it felt a bit nippy in here…” he devoured the sandwich. He raised an eyebrow as he looked the three men in the eyes. “…for humans.” He finished the last bite. “It’s a mistake to eat fast, private.” “How’d you know I was a private?” “I know practically everything.” The Doctor nodded as he sat in the ancient looking chair. “Plus, your insignia there. That I do recognize.” “Well, then if you know everything, know this, too: it’s positively balmy in here compared to where it will be in one hour…” the guard smiled. “A pleasant 60 degrees. Every degree will mean a second will go down.” “You’re rather thick aren’t you? Don’t you mean every second, the temperature will go down a degree?” The Doctor shrugged, in a nonchalant manner. “Well, I’ll die. Won’t do the Colonel any good that way.” “Wrong. We know you can resist high and low temperatures, even survive in outer space.” “Ahh, so you DO know SOMETHING.” The Doctor looked around. “Any tea?” The guard remained in control of himself but almost snarled. “I’ll bring you some,” he said quickly and then added, just as quickly, “You’re gonna need it.” “Tea does wonders for me,” the Doctor said to the guard on the left behind the first one. The first one left to fetch some tea. “He’s blond, what does he know? I mean if we all speak slowly, he might just get us, right?” The guards remained passive. “Talkative bunch, aren’t you?” The Doctor said. He twiddled his fingers on the table. “A man could die…oh…go thirsty in here the time it takes to get a cuppa…” Eventually, the blond guard brought the tea in. “Enjoy,” he said, sarcastically. “And don’t try anything.” As the other two covered the Doctor with their guns, and moved to the door, the blond one stopped at the door, between them. “Oh, and if in an hour, you haven’t called to our camera up there, you’ll just stay in here. The temp will drop…and drop and drop to a point that not even you will be able to survive. I mean you do have your weaknesses, don’t you?” “Yes, non-resistance to listening to underlings is one of them.” The blonde thought about that as if he didn’t understand it. He looked at this guards, who raised their eyebrows and shrugged. “Don’t shrug at me. I can have you shot for that,” the blonde said, “C’mon!” He left. The two men, silent to the end, covered the Doctor as they exited. The metal door shut and the Doctor could hear them lock it and turn the hand style. The Doctor looked around. “Oh dear.” He puffed. He scanned the room, stood up, looked at the four corners in prowling, and waved at the camera. “Good day.” He stood on the table and reached for the ceiling. In the time tunnel complex, Ann and the Colonel watched him on their screen. The Colonel smiled. “He never gives up, does he?” “No, he does not. It’s why you should kill him now. The boys, too.” “That thing in the tunnel wants them, it seems. It seems to know them. Or at least know the Doctor.” “That reminds me. Our other alien visitors are not so keen to work with us any longer.” “What do you think I should do, kill them, too?” “Of course not. They have too many …forces that could deal with us.” “And we have their many secrets, my dear. Let them go if they want to. I have enough of their technology for our use right here in our own base. Never mind their advanced tech and ships. They don’t want us hurt or destroyed. Not yet at any rate. I shall have them on the run sometime in the future. But this Doctor, this thing in the tunnel, those can give me the up man ship on him, itself and the Pleiadians and, yes, all those other races that have been interfering with us for billions and billions of years.” From her seat, Ann saw a light blink on her console. A message came through in text. “Colonel, they want to ready their ships for leaving.” “Translate to them, that they may do so.” “It will take some time.” “Let them do it. Let them go back to their airships or the Moon or wherever else it is they want to go. I have the Doctor. I have his three friends and soon, I will have control of that beast in the tunnel. I don’t need them any longer.” “The Grays must have been frightened by the boys.” “Yes. It no longer matters.” The Doctor soon gave up and put his head down on the table. Jesse was held by two strong men with big biceps as he watched two other men manhandle Jeremy over to a chair. The tunnel was building its engines up and the sound soon rose. They could not fire guns so they used a knife to Jeremy’s throat. Jesse struggled so they put a knife to his throat as well. The Colonel and Ann watched, pleased with themselves as one man shoved Jeremy into a metal chair that had been bolted to the front of the time tunnel mouth. The man that shoved him started to tie Jeremy’s wrists to the chair handles. The other man tied Jeremy’s ankles. The two men then moved away. As the power rose inside the tunnel, vibrations hitting Jeremy’s chest, he looked and thought he saw something inside the farthest corner of the tunnel. Something that throbbed. Something that started to grow. He could not make out exactly what it was. It seemed part energy, part venous pulsating life. A slight burning sound seemed to emanate from the same area, being slightly out of sync with the visual object it was growing into. The Doctor wondered if it was the cold that the room was filling with or something else but his state of near sleep gave him memories…memories of dying in the cold…the hard cold of outer space. “So much work. So much work yet to do. So much to save. Tired. Even Time Lords tire. Much more to do. Always much more to do.” FLASHBACK: (VALE SHORT VERSION) https://www.youtube/watch?v=LSP93WA2LC8&list=PLRzGkC9jHgJZx_tiGuOtoo0TR3qpsJNV2 The Jon Lee Doctor was alone. He had been slight of body and stature. Skinny some said. He had built up his arms in the years he held this body. http://i492.photobucket/albums/rr282/FantasyMoonlitGoddess/Jon%20Lee/newjonp0.jpg He folded those arms over his muscled chest. http://i.huffpost/gen/1842396/thumbs/o-JON-LEE-S-CLUB-570.jpg?6 He even had tattoos on this body. A rose on the right pec. An eagle on the other and behind the eagle a badge of mathematical excellence. On his right shoulder was a huge butterfly. On his right bicep was another butterfly. They would, as always happened, vanish with his next regeneration. Hopefully, this was a regen and not a death. It happened with his Third body when it became his Fourth. Time Lord exiled prisoners sometimes were tattooed as he had been. The image of a snake coiled in the shape of a question mark had graced his right forearm. It was long gone and had been as soon as he had regenerated into his Fourth Persona. All of this entered his mind. He was glad in this incarnation that he reunited with both the “dead” Adric and the struggling Tegan. http://www.whofic/viewstory.php?sid=5767 They were gone, too, now. As was his old friend and would be lover, Chase. http://www.whofic/viewstory.php?sid=4993&warning=Adult “Casey,” the Doctor murmured in his sleep. “Long time ago. Dear, dear Casey.” Casey was about 5 feet 9, all bright blond hair, whimsical positive attitude, and perfect skin “Skin. First one.” Casey. He was a small town Pennsylvania boy from a very religious faithful family. The Doctor tried to recall what the family was. Protestant? He knew they weren’t Catholic or Mormon. They were something like Pentecostal he thought but not as fanatical. Still, it was the reason they eventually parted. Family. Who needs em? I do, that’s who, the Doctor thought. The Doctor pitted his values against Casey’s family’s values and lost. Back. Back to his old life. Back to hunting… He remembered when Casey first met Tom. Tom. Dear, sweet, small Tom. Brown eyes and chocolate brown hair. Much shorter than Casey. Slightly younger than Casey, Thomas was a sensitive who the Doctor met around 1980 and in his ninth or tenth incarnation, or was it his 39th or 40th? 24th or 25th? He couldn’t remember which. Tom knew when people were lying to him or telling him what he wanted to hear. He knew that his family, his so called friends, and others had all ….been just tolerating him. None of them Tom felt, loved him. In fact, they hated him. Blamed him for everything. Nothing he did could make any of them like him. Tom was one of the first gay companions the Doctor ever took on (there had been Oliver but that was when the Doctor was the First and very old at that) who had been involved with him and the Doctor with him. The Doctor wished he could remember more about that time with Tom and then with Casey and Tom together and then with Casey alone. They both left him and to his shame, the Doctor could not recall the circumstances that led to Tom leaving him. The Jon Lee/current Doctor closed his eyes and turned his body upright but laid down. His entire body was in deep space. Stars all around, behind, above, below. He could, of course, exist for a few minutes in space. The Space Silurians had given him an honorable death. Of course, they didn’t know of his power to regenerate but even that would be impossible if a certain temperature was reached…either too high or too low. Here, in the cold of outer space…it would take only a few minutes for him to be totally frozen. He knew he could put himself into a trance and go into a kind of hibernation. If too much time passed, however, even that would not save him. Even Time Lords die if they are frozen long enough. He felt his body grow cold. His mind slowed down. His fluid slowed in his veins and arteries and even his capillaries showed signs of slushing up to a standstill. Frost formed on his extremities. He knew this incarnation would die alone in space…or at least regenerate alone. He’d been wrong about these things in the past but here he was in the deep black of space. Yet, he felt comforted because it wasn’t all black. Not alone. Suns. Stars. Asteroids. Comets. Supernovas. Twinkling. He smiled. His arms stuck to his chest. He could no longer swallow. He tried to open his mouth but couldn’t. The shivering stopped. The warmth did also. Then, there was his young chimney sweep, now alone in the TARDIS. Rogeer, had been a companion with him, Peri, the American Indian doctor-to-be Kiko and Simone, the telepathic cat a long time ago… before all that trial nonsense started. Rogeer was from …where was he from? 1873? He had been a chimney sweep whom the Doctor saved from dying a horrible death stuck in a chimney. http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/09/16/article-1312764-0B389E7D000005DC-978_468x618.jpg Together they stopped children from dying in coal mines in the late 1800s and even got a hold of a man who was instrumental in getting child labor laws passed. Good times, those Rogeer had left a long time ago but recently, like Tegan, like Adric, returned to the fold. Unlike Tegan, Adric, Tom and Casey, Rogeer stayed with me, the Jon Lee Doctor thought. Away from the prison like conditions of the 1800s, Rogeer showed signs of being telepathic. The Doctor felt for him now. K9’s power was depleted but the robot dog would soon be able to get Rogeer out of the TARDIS but for a time being, Rogeer was on his hands and knees, crying. He was in the TARDIS, stranded. He had no way of knowing K9 would recharge and eventually save him. In fact, K9 had been incapacitated by the Silurian space dinosaur and while Rogeer was able to get K9 into the console room and K9 had just enough power to get the TARDIS dematerializing off the Silurian spaceship, that was all. K9 was useless then and there and he was not the more sophisticated model he, Jeremy and Jesse had. Same brain, though. (VALE LONG VERSION) https://www.youtube/watch?v=-peb9Mpgjuc&list=PLRzGkC9jHgJZx_tiGuOtoo0TR3qpsJNV2&index=46 On the scanner screen was the Doctor himself, floating in space, dying a freezing death. Me, the Doctor thought. I’m dying… The console started moving up and down. Rogeer was crying, sobbing now, and hands over his face. He couldn’t help. “I can’t help him. I don’t know how to fly…” He choked up. The TARDIS hum grew louder. The Doctor was almost completely frozen in solid ice in space. Frost was all over his eyebrows. His hair was white. He knew it was a good day to die. He didn’t want to die, didn’t want to go but he knew if he had to, it was a good life. He had had a family. He had friends. Lots of them. He had saved worlds, worlds beyond this universe, other whole universes, this universe and even come to terms with his being gay…somewhat. There was still a lot of work to do with that. He hadn’t admitted it fully to his closest friends or the worlds yet and not to his own people. He had rewritten the Time Wars. He was content to know he would die here in his fondest place…space. It was comforting. It wrapped him in its velvety love. “I will help you block the image from your mind…” The scanner closed. Rogeer looked up from his crying. Tears streamed down his face. “I wanna see him go…” “Break out…break out…hear my voice. Break out. We are the Tomorrow People. Your mind calls to us to emerge…” “I will help you,” Idris said. “Are you…? Are you…the TARDIS?” “Yes.” “We’ll help you!” “Can we get…OW!” Rogeer fell to the floor, sprawling out, in pain and agony “WWWWWWHATTTT?! OWWWWWW!” Around Earth, on a huge satellite base called FUTURE ONE, a large contingency of Tomorrow People, many of them known to the Doctor and some known to Jesse and Jeremy and who had helped them before or will again, were centered around a link table. They helped Rogeer break out. At the same time, a hint of power began to issue from the Doctor’s two hearts. Glowing. The power spread from Rogeer, from the Tomorrow People to Rogeer… “Ease into it. Don’t rush it.” “Think of a great, big fist.” “Opening slowly.” “Careful not to rush it.” Flowers. Scaffolding. A building being built. An embryo. A ring. Saturn. A galaxy being born. A supernova. Power coming from Rogeer’s mind, from the console. Power struck across space to the Doctor, who wasn’t very far from them. The Doctor’s energy rose from his hearts toward his upper chest and neck. It spread to his eyes. It seemed to ebb away for a moment and all was dark and cold again… …then the Doctor opened his eyes and stared blankly. He saw… (VALE LONG VERSION) https://www.youtube/watch?v=-peb9Mpgjuc&list=PLRzGkC9jHgJZx_tiGuOtoo0TR3qpsJNV2&index=46 (VALE DECEM) https://www.youtube/watch?v=9ymDWmsvbn0&index=45&list=PLRzGkC9jHgJZx_tiGuOtoo0TR3qpsJNV2 Casey was in a forest in his local woods in Pennsylvania. He had trouble seeing. He was aiming at a deer. Sweat got in his eyes. It was cold but he was sweating. “What’s wrong, Casey?” His friend asked. “Are you gonna kill dat ding or what?” “Kill?” Casey swallowed. For a moment, he saw it as a deer man, a humanoid alien being. It seemed to try to talk to him. He looked up from his scope. He looked at his rifle. He took aim again. Ice Warrior, a friend of his from long ago. A former companion of the Doctor…who married a human woman named Stacy. “What the fuck?” “Whoa. You cursed. We’re telling.” “Forget that,” the first friend called. “Shoot!” Casey tried but he saw the deer as Alpha Centauri. Then, as a gentle goat man from Peladon. He swallowed. Cat lady. Dog man. Giant tribble of pink. “Oh, I can’t, guys. I just can’t.” Casey moved up to the deer and pet it. It let him. “Well, we can!” The friend took aim. “GET OUTTA HERE!” Casey smacked the deer’s hind and it took off. “Now, you can’t.” “Casey get outta the way!” The friend shot. The bullet went right toward Casey. He heard a sound he thought he never would again. A wheezing, groaning sound. Suddenly the power of the Doctor’s regeneration, the break out of Rogeer, and the TARDIS combined as one huge power hand and grabbed him up and swooshed him away. “Casey?” The friends did not know where their friend had gone. “Casey, where are you?” “What’d you do to him?” The other friend asked. Tegan was on a plane that was headed for the Twin Towers. She and other passengers were breaking in the door to the cock pit. As the doors flung open and men rushed in, Tegan gasped. The Towers were close at the windows. The Doctor’s stomach glowed. That spread to his legs. The frost on his hands and eyebrows were melted. He felt tingling around him The TARDIS started to dematerialize from the space it was in. Tegan prayed as she saw the Towers fill the window as the men wrestled with terrorists. She knew it was just a matter of mere seconds before…A huge hand rushed in and grabbed her out of it and put her on the TARDIS smack in the console room. “Rabbits!” She saw a kid unconscious. As she stooped over the little boy…he could not have been more than 10 or 11, another boy, just out of his teens, perhaps 20 or 21, appeared. A sense of power and a hum of intense energy filled the room and their very souls. “Who are you?” Casey asked, his voice shaking. “Who are you?” Tegan turned from her kneeling over Rogeer to look up at him. “Who is he? Tell me this little boy…isn’t the Doctor??” “Is he…hey, I think I know him.” Casey knelt down beside them both. “Friend of the Doctor are you? Or are you…him? Are YOU the Doc?” “Friend. Yeah, you?” “Long time one.” “Yeah? I don’t think he’d like you calling him the Doc.” When Tegan pulled a face, the young adult put a hand out. “Casey McMillian.” “Tegan Jovanka.” (VALE DECEM) https://www.youtube/watch?v=9ymDWmsvbn0&index=45&list=PLRzGkC9jHgJZx_tiGuOtoo0TR3qpsJNV2 As they spoke, they became aware of a green, yellow power filling the room. The TARDIS began to appear somewhere. It seemed in transit and Tegan said so to Casey. “Let’s move him back,” Casey suggested. They each took an arm of the boy and dragged him to the corner of the room, on one side of the console. The TARDIS began to materialize in space…around the block of solid ice that used to be the Jon Lee Doctor. He was laying horizontally in it. The power drowned them out, both vocally, bursa sınırsız escort physically, and mentally. They could just feel the harnessing of power as if a thousand angels were singing and using that sound to revive the Doctor in the console room as he appeared. Liquid melted around him. The yellow glow around the Doctor grew stronger and stronger. It almost knocked them off their feet…a sort of spiritual energy that could not be seen. Rogeer came to and shook his head and stood up. Tegan tried to signal to him…for talk was now almost impossible as the sounds grew louder and louder and the energy almost stifled their own. Rogeer shook his head. The voices in his head were gone…mostly. He felt other Tomorrow People wanted to come to him but they didn’t know where he was. All his concern focused on one thing: the Doctor. He wanted to go to him. The white lips became colorful. The hair, white from frost, grew yellow again and a different lighter shade of yellow. Rogeer looked as his Doctor in the ice, was changing into another Doctor. Another face, a larger, more muscled body. The ice was melting and the Doctor’s power was doing it. Soon, he would spring up a new Time Lord. Tegan rushed toward the Doctor and Rogeer, up, did the same. Casey grabbed both of them in an arm each. “Don’t touch him! Not yet!” They saw the cold face, the blue face, turn less pale. They saw it change from the young Jon Lee face to that of the Adam Rickett Doctor… slowly slowly…slowly… …and then with a whooping yell of triumph, the Adam Rickett Doctor sprang up to his feet, ripped off his wet shirt so that he was now effectively shirtless and his yell scared all three of his companions. They jumped back. The Doctor ran at them, without hesitation and gave them all a huge hug, wrapping them all in his large, muscled arms. He squeezed them all. “Thank you for coming! I love you all!” He looked back and saw Rogeer smiling. “Tomorrow Person now, are you?” Rogeer smiled. “Uh huh.” “Well, we have plans for you! I’ll take you to your people right now!” “Doc,” Tegan said, “Don’t you think you should put on a shirt?” “Tegan!” The Doctor grabbed her up in both arms, letting Rogeer go and letting Casey go at the same time. “You take my breath away!” A combination of aghast and joyous, Tegan found herself hugged tightly, she gasped. “Doctor! I just called you Doc and…” “I love being called Doc! Know what else I love?” “What?” Tegan looked at him, still wrapped up. “You, Tegan! You!” The Doctor kissed her on the lips. Tegan was astonished. He let her go and she stood there, trembling. With joy. She still had her eyes shut. “Doctor…” “That’s me name, don’t wear it out!” He ran to the console and started playing with it. The TARDIS tilted. “FUTURE ONE base here we come!” Rogeer bumped into Tegan who came to her senses and wrapped the boy in her arm and held on with her other arm’s hand. “Doctor! I’ve got to get back!” “Back?” “To me life! There were things…” The Doctor held onto the console. “This regeneration was one of me best.” “I can see that by your body.” “I know.” He left the console to look in a mirror on the stand nearby. He made a classic bodybuilder’s pose. “Look at me!” Every muscle flexed. Tegan covered Rogeer’s eyes. “I mean look at me!” He made his stomach vacuum. Abs popped out. Ten pack. “Ten pack!” “Doctor! I’m serious.” The Doctor came to her. “I know what happened. I’ve tried to do …tried to stop it in the past. Several times. I might someday find a way to…I don’t know, save more of them. I’m sorry.” “You’re sorry?” Tegan put a hand to the Doctor’s cheek. “I am. But I’m not sorry the TARDIS…and probably Rogeer here, too whisked you from where you were. I know it’s a deadly serious event. I’m going to…” “Doctor,” Casey broke in. “Are you…are you all right?” “Oh, just talking about things a few years ahead of your time.” The Doctor huffed. “I mean…yes. It was one of the easiest regenerations but regeneration is still regeneration, aye?” He grasped the console edge again with both hands held on. Casey started toward him. “Steady on, good chap!” The Doctor held both hands out. “Good chap? You’re Pennsylvanian, Casey, not British.” Casey stopped short and smiled. “Seems I picked up a few habits from you that I can’t shake, Doc…” The Doctor glared at him. “…tore.” “Casey McMillian!” The Doctor smiled at Casey. “Casey, Casey.” The Doctor left the console to rub his hands together. “Ahh, Casey. So good of you to come.” “Doctor, even I had a choice, I would have!” Casey ran to the Doctor and jumped up. This Doctor was a few inches taller and more muscled than even he was. As he jumped, he wrapped his legs around the Doctor’s hips but this Doctor caught him and hugged him and kissed him on the lips. “Fully thawed!” The Adam Rickett Doctor yelled and made a fist in the air behind Casey’s back. “Fully thawed.” The current Doctor said as he rose up. “Got outta that. Time to get outta here.” END OF FLASHBACK The Doctor shook himself fully awake. He stood up. “My first words in that body were thank you for coming? Makes sense. That and the one before that were good incarnations…wish I were still as hot as that. Ahh, well, never mind…” He carried the chair over to the camera. He stood on it and tapped. “Colonel, my good…my bad man. I’m ready to cooperate. I can’t have the Brigadier, Jeremy, and Jesse harmed in any way. As you well fully know…hullo, hullo?” He tapped again. “Anyone listening? I thought I was some kind of special to you all. The least you could do is answer me when I’m ready to talk.” Ann was watching. “The Doctor’s ready to talk.” “Talk? He doesn’t really ever stop, does he?” The Colonel asked. “It’s too late. I want this to happen now.” As the Doctor went on and on, the Colonel snapped. “Turn it off, I don’t want him distracting me. Which, I’m sure is his plan.” Ann thought better of that and lowered the volume instead. The Doctor hopped off the chair. “Of all the utter arrogance.” He looked around. “I’ll just have to get out of here myself.” He moved to the door and the door busted open, almost hitting him in the process. The hinges were broken and it hung off them. The Doctor looked out into the hallway. “Hallo?” The Doctor examined the fancy computerized lock. It was ruined, smoking, crusty, and twisted in on itself. Wires sparked inside it and some sprang out as he looked. He backed away and tut tutted. “New technology dates so quickly these days.” He looked to the other side of the hallway, where the black smoke cleared. Against the wall, he saw the Brigadier and floating close above his old friend, the resourceful K9. “Ahh, it was you two. For a moment I thought someone mysterious let me out, opened the door for me and skee daddled.” “Skee daddled?” The Brig repeated, offended by such …English. “It has been known to happen. Did I ever tell you about the Fendelman manor house misadventure?” He put an arm around the Brigadier. “Ahh, no and I would like to hear it, Doctor.” The Brig handed him his sonic screwdriver. On the ground, as the smoke cleared some more, the Doctor saw two guards laying down. They weren’t shot but the Brig did have his gun back and held it in his right hand. “I see you’ve got your Webley back. Glad you didn’t use it on these two.” “Doctor. I will use it if I have to.” “Yes, and I have a screwdriver and I will use IT if I have to.” The Doctor put it in his pocket. “Now, let’s…” He cocked his head. “What is it?” “Jeremy. Jesse. There in great danger. Right now. I have to get to the tunnel…” “We’ll go with you.” The Brig started down the hallway. “It’s below us, I believe.” The Doctor put both hands on his larger friend’s chest. “Brigadier. I want you and K9 to get out of here. Now.” “Doctor, I am not going to argue with you!” “Not here and now. Don’t you argue, Brigadier. Jesse and Jeremy need me right now and I can’t do it alone. We’re gonna have to get out of here real fast. I need someone to clear a path out to the surface. You’re the only two I’ve got.” “Very well!” “Good chap,” the Doctor ran back into the room, confounding the Brigadier. He came back with a cup of tea, “Some tea for being in such an agreeable mood.” “You sure it’s safe?” The Doctor nodded. “Quite. Could use some four teaspoons of sugar though.” The Brig sipped some. “Oh, it’s cold.” “Really?” The Doctor took it back and sipped some. “So, it is.” He looked at the Brig and put the tea on the floor for the unconscious guards. “For when they wake. You fellows might want to put four bags of sugar in it to make it taste better. K9 and you look after each other, will you?” The Doctor winked at K9. “Affirmative, Master…” K9 extended two hand holds for the Brig. They resembled two rails on either of K9’s sides and extended down the length of his body. “What?” The Brig looked up. “Oh, I understand.” He put one hand up and grabbed the rail on the right side. “By the way, Doctor, help should be out there by now. I hope.” “Help? UNIT?” The Doctor puffed. “I thought I told…you never bothered much about orders, did you, Brigadier.” “Pot.” “None on me at the moment.” “Kettle. Black.” “Don’t be racial, Brigadier!” “Ring any bells?” “Just the ones in my head about this whole project.” He turned and ran. “Good luck!” The Doctor ran down the corridor and the Brigadier were in before. He found few guards. The lights flickered and caused him to look up. A guard with a gun jumped in front of him and held the gun, smug look on his face. It was the blonde from before. The Doctor didn’t wait. “Ak Keela!” Using his right hand and arm, he stuck the arm down and sideways and the gun went off. The man crumbled with a hit from the Doctor’s left karate chop to the neck. Another man, in blue and wearing a blue cap, came from the bottom of the descending corridor. He was reading a report and didn’t have his gun out. The Doctor eyed him and shook his head no. He saw the man reach for his sidearm. “Don’t.” The man did anyway. “YAH!” Using both hands, the Doctor twisted the man’s arm and flipped him onto his back and the man hit his head. The cap had flown off and the Doctor, inadvertently, and instinctively caught it. “I don’t have time for this. Ironic that! Hat?!” The Doctor said he tossed the man’s blue cap down at him. He fled. As the thing in the tunnel rose up from deep inside the tunnel and came at Jeremy’s chair, and slowly launched itself awkwardly upward and forward, as if it didn’t really belong in our world and as if it needed to adjust its movements to our reality, Jesse’s eyes went wide. He backed his head into the man behind him. He hit the man’s chin and the man dropped the knife. Jesse ran to the chair and started to untie Jeremy. Jeremy stared at the monster. There was no staring this thing down. “Jesse, get out of here. If they don’t kill you, that thing in there will!” As the Doctor ran fast and approached the tunnel area, a guard was coming through a door and started to remove his gun. The Doctor didn’t stop his running path. He smashed right into the man, both hands out, palms facing the man. “Hai! Kala light! Allah!” The man fell back, the door opened and the Doctor cast him aside, smashing the doors into another guard behind the door. Jeremy is still shirtless and strapped into a metal chair in front of the time tunnel from which emerged a semi visible, semi hairy biped monster that phased in and out and caused Jeremy’s insides to come out and outsides to go in and phases his body in and out. Jeremy’s in pain. Jesse rushed to his side and started to free him but the monster started doing the same to him�turning his insides out and outsides in. A yellow glow outlined their frames. The Doctor ran into the room and at the time tunnel, ignoring guards who threatened with knives. He knocked a few arms out of the way and knives clanged to the floor. “Shut that down! Shut down the time tunnel! You fools! That thing will come out of it this time!” The Doctor rushed in. “What are you doing to them!?” “You wouldn’t help us so we offered him up to it! And the other one…he…he just got free…” The Doctor raised a fist at the Colonel’s face and held him by one wrist. The Doctor mimicked the Colonel, repeating, “Just got free! I’m gonna…!” A guard raised a gun to shoot the Doctor. Ann noticed and yelled, “No, you know you can’t shoot those in here when the tunnel’s activated!” The creature roared and the whole complex shook from side to side. Vibrations filled the room. “It’s gonna kill you all!” The Doctor shouted. “WHY?” The Colonel asked. He started forward. “I’ll give it what it wants. It can…” The Doctor turned back and grabbed him by his lapels. “You can’t use it like you did the other aliens! One of the things this tunnel did was break the dimensional barriers! One break was into one of the Anti Matter Universes! You stole sucked energy from it. This thing wants it back! They need the energy to live! Its children needs the energy to live!” “Can you…stop it?” The Colonel looked scared for the first time since the Doctor had known him. The Doctor flung him back to the console and ran toward his friends at the chair. He put himself in front of both of them, putting himself between them and it…He held his hands out to the side and then up to the monster. “Hallo! Hallo!” “Doctor! It’s killing us!” Jeremy yelled “Doctor!” Jesse screamed. “Help!” “He’s put himself between the monster and his two …friends! Between it and the outside world! Meaning us!” The Colonel cowered down near her shoulder. “What good will that do?” Ann had never seen him so rattled. “He’s thrown himself in front of them! He’s absorbing energy from the monster,” Ann yelled as she looked at her instruments. “Instead of it from them!” The glow from the boys started to fade somewhat but there was now a beam hitting the Doctor and turning his entire frame red with energy. It also made a strange, sickening burning sound as it did as well as the sound of a beam of energy searing through the air. The Doctor put his hands out to the side and level with his shoulders. He shut his eyes. His entire body aglow, was outlined with a thick field of red. The Doctor shut his eyes. “Multi-dimensional. I usually get on so well with beings who are multi-dimensional.” His body began to glow. In the chair, Jeremy’s body arched and then went back as if he wanted to do a back flip. Jesse leaned over the front of the chair and winced and yelled. He tried to untie Jeremy’s hands from the chair. Their bodies were glowing now and still moving from regular to inside out and outside in. “I’m a Time Lord! I’m a Time Lord! You can’t have these two! Or me! Deal!” The big energy monster seemed to change. Electric lines came from the creature’s middle, arms, and even legs. The electric shot at the time tunnel console. “It’s electrifying our controls!” The thing started to come out of the tunnel right at the Doctor. A few electric lines hit some of the scientists and military men that was watching. The first two were the men that had tied Jeremy up. As they died, their bodies burned with a loud sound and an acrid smell. All those hit turned into skeletal forms within their own clothes. They rattled as they fell. The others who survived ran for the doors. A few were struck down in the back by electric bolts that passed right through them. A few made it out the doors. The two men that had held Jesse did not make it. They died in agony as the energy pierced them and burned them from inside out. “Deal! Deal with it! Deal with me if you have to! You can’t have these two humans! They’re mine! I’m a Time Lord! Release them! I’m a Time Lord!” “It doesn’t seem to care! That thing’s gonna kill us!” The lights on the boys slowed and their insides were in their insides. Their outsides were on their outsides. The wind didn’t stop, nor did the burning sounds. The Doctor was illuminated. The energy was all over him. He shut his eyes, held out his arms to his sides and down again and again. Next, he held them up in front of him now. “These humans are mine! You can’t have them! You can’t have these two!” Jesse found his pain stopped. His body was normal again. He untied Jeremy. “Doctor!” “Just get him out of there!” The Doctor yelled. Franticly, Jesse worked on the bonds on the chair. “I know you!” The Doctor looked up. The monster became the Anti Matter Monster. http://ichef.bbci.co.uk/images/ic/976x549_b/p01d6lkm.jpg “What are you doing?” Jesse gasped, holding Jeremy up in two arms. Jeremy was shaking his head, dazed. He nearly passed out. The Doctor didn’t dare look behind him at his friends. He just stared at “It was aware of you both in the tunnel, in the vortex. It liked the way you tasted! NOW GET HIM OUT OF HERE!” Jesse shoved, but also held, Jeremy. He moved him toward the console area. The two of them faced the Colonel as Jeremy leaned on the console, shaking his head clear. Jesse looked at the Colonel, “You did this!” The Doctor stopped glowing and watched as the Anti Matter Monster passed by him. “NOOOO! Not that!” He ran past the Colonel and Ann to Jesse and Jeremy. “RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! It’s going to take the power from the complex and when that happens…” “This entire place is going to explode!” Jesse finished. “Can you move?” The Doctor asked Jeremy. Jeremy nodded. “Move it, then!! Move it!” The Doctor yelled, “We haven’t much time!” As his two lovers ran ahead and out of the door, the Doctor looked back. “Colonel! Ann! Get everyone out…of…here. If it can’t have them, it’s going to have all of you! Get out now!” “You made a deal with it to do this to us! YOU!” The Colonel was already an emaciated husk of a cadaver. The Doctor didn’t realize this because the man was still on his feet. He had awareness and for a few seconds before his skeletal remains meshed with the leftover flesh that was sucked of life folded into each other, he knew he was going to die. “Never should have let you live. Never should have trusted you!” Ann knocked her chair over as she stood up from it. The thing seemed to come right at her. Her console blew up and engulfed her in a huge ball of flame. She screamed and died painfully as the anti flames finally changed her format into anti matter and engulfed what was once her. “Ashes to ashes!” The Doctor ran out the door to his two friends. The guard that put the Doctor into the room earlier was in a hallway that the trio ran to. He pulled a gun on them but the Anti Matter monster rose out of the wall at him and started to burn him into a skeleton. Jeremy flung himself out of Jesse’s care to try to help him but the Doctor grabbed Jeremy’s bare arm roughly. He pulled him back to himself. “It’s too late, Jeremy, far too late.” “We have to get out of here!” Jesse yelled. Parts of the ceiling started to burst and wires hung down and were sparking, swinging overhead. Rubble began to fall, too. The trio ran as the guard was changed to a burning skeleton that screamed as though it didn’t know it was dead. Then, it just fell. The roof came down on it. “That way!” The Doctor pointed to a door. The trio ran through it. “I just hope the Brig and those UNIT troops I asked him not to call in are able to clear the path for us!” Far ahead of them and circling up the rounded hallway that went up and up, K9 had the Brig holding on with his right hand and the Brig had his gun in his left hand. K9 flew through this secret hallway. The Brig said, “We’ve met no resistance yet, K9.” “Situation changed.” K9 said as he fired his red ray at ten men in front of them who wielded large machine guns at them. The men fell and K9 flew the Brig past them. Behind them, men came running and also held large, heavy guns, long nozzles and positioned themselves to fire. K9 emitted a brown long range ray from his hind quarters and the men were felled by the stench of the ray. “Anterior stink ray emitted.” “How are you for energy, K9?” “Nearly depleted.” “Wonderful, just wonderful…” Far below them, the entire time tunnel exploded from within. The towers around it collapsed and one fell right into the tunnel walling. That crushed it and large explosions came from it and the tower. The consoles on the sides of the room were exploding with unbelievable power and the entire color scheme of the spectrum. Above, the walls began to shake and pieces of the roof started to fall. The young man who had locked him in the pressure chamber had fallen and dropped his gun. He was now reaching for it. K9 caught this as they passed overhead. “Danger!” He also emitted his ray at three standing men who were aiming guns as well. The Brig noticed them as the ones with the guard who first recaptured him and the Doctor at the same time. But it was the blond who was out of the range of the K9 ray this time. “I see him!” The Brig pointed at the young sadist who had locked him in the pressure chamber. “Don’t…” The young guard reached for his fallen gun anyway…and fast. Just as fast, the Brigadier shot him in the head. “I had to.” “Affirmative.” Blasts were coming up from behind them. Also from the walls. Large explosions shook the entire base. As they approached a hallway, it seemed lined with a dozen men who had a bazooka. “We’ve had it, K9. Can’t fight a bazooka with…” K9 had to slow down as a blast took out a wall and shot it into the hallway, nearly görükle escort blocking them. The blast also effectively took out the bazooka and the ten men. K9 flew over them. As K9 flew on, the Brig shot more men but large poles were coming down from the ceilings and killing men that way. “Poor chaps,” the Brig said. “I’ve had to shoot them anyway but still…” There were a few that were jumping over the rubble, trying to shoot at him but he shot them as did K9. “K9, I hate to break this news to you but I can’t hold on much longer.” “Acknowledged.” “What’re you gonna do, drop me?” “Negative.” Two metallic poles on the bottom of K9’s dies lowered. They ran the length of him and had rounded curves that caught the Brig under his arms and held him up. “Oh, that’s better.” The Brig shot a man who sprang out of a door at them. Another came up behind that one but a huge stone from the ceiling hit him in the head and knocked him down. “Does limit me range somewhat but whatever live and learn…to cope I always say.” “No need, we are the exit!” Outside, Yeats called to the UNIT troops on his radio. “Fox trot to Char…oh, never mind that crap. Just move in! This way!” Under a trap door that, from above, looked like dirt and grass, long time eroded from weather, about 30 men waited. All of them had Uzis. Yeats and the other UNIT men were walking toward the door. Yeats called, “I’ll go in first.” He passed the dirt trap doors and moved to the hut like opening entrance/exit. K9 flew out with the Brigadier. They were outside but the Brig noticed K9’s height was reduced so the point where his own feet were nearly touching the ground. “K9, I can walk now.” “Not for long,” Yeats were there …with a pistol, a Smith and Wesson fourth model and held it on the Brigadier. The fleeing scientists and project guards left the door open, which had been open by other fleeing men. Those scientists that fled and some military men as well …were captured by UNIT troops outside. There were UNIT jeeps, trucks, and even a tank. As many of the UNIT men moved toward the trap door area, the enemy below began to open the trap door and poke their Uzi sub machine guns through. As they were about to fire… and they would have taken out all the UNIT men except Yeats, who had already passed them and was the door in…something huge and heavy landed on the trap doors, smashing the nozzles of the first ten men who had their nozzles poking through. At the same time, Mike Yates opened the top glass “door” of the craft…the Doctor’s craft…the Who Mobile. http://tardis.wikia/wiki/Whomobile At the same time, Mike turned and quickly rose up his hand and in that hand was a Walther PPK. He shot Yeats in the chest, noticing Yeats was about to shoot the Brigadier. Yeats spiraled into the doorway and fell through it. “Yates.” Yates smiled at him. “Glad you see you sir.” He fingered a radio. “All troops, the Brigadier is here.” “Will someone please explain to me, what the Daemon is going on around here?” Mike motioned the dead Yeats. “He was going to lead the men into a trap. See those trap doors under the Who Mobile?” “No.” “Neither would they have. Under there are men with machine guns. I scanned the area before I landed the Who Mobile on them.” “Are you sure?” The Brig looked. “They’re probably just trying to get out because…” “Brigadier…they’re dead now. Something burned them alive. They were going to kill you and your men. He must have been working for the Colonel…or someone even higher up, I don’t know.” “Well. It’s the Doctor, Jeremy and Jesse that concern me now. They’re still in that inferno!” “I’ll get the men rounded…” “Here, give one of them this to look after…” The Brig picked up K9. “K9?” Mike asked as he picked up the robot dog. “He saved my life, ten times over,” the Brig said, “Make sure he gets out with my men.” “Yes sir,” Mike tried to salute but holding K9 would not allow him to. Inside, Jeremy, Jesse and the Doctor were running for their lives. The entire place was exploding behind them, above them, and to the sides of them. Poles from the walls were exploding outward and falling. Wires were threatening to electrocute them…and did electrocute some of the guards who were even now trying to shoot them. Jeremy jumped over a fallen girder and turned to watch his two friends hop over, too. The Doctor yelled, “Don’t wait for us, just run!” Blasts could be heard from all sides. The heat was extreme. Men along the way were being turned to skeletons. Jeremy noticed the weasel scientist reaching hands out to him for help but as he tried to grab the man, the Doctor came up behind him and whisked him away. The scientist’s hands were soon burning and became almost instant skeletal hands. The man’s glasses broke and burned into his eyes. He screamed. Jesse turned away and shielded his face from the explosion that was once a guard that had done him mischief. The man that tortured him was in the hallway crawling. Jesse wanted to just jump over him but a girder fell smack onto the man’s back, killing him as the Anti Matter Monster fell over him at the same time. Jesse jumped, yelling, “This is horrible!” The Doctor had Jeremy in one hand and Jesse in the other. “Keep going! Don’t stop! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!” They ran down a corridor. A huge ball of flame pursued them. It broke up as they rounded a corner but split into more balls of flame that kept roaring after them. Together they made for the door of the hut. The Brig ordered everyone toward the base. “The only way we can save the Doctor! Everyone move in and get closer!” “Everyone get back!” The Doctor yelled as he, Jeremy and Jesse ran out of the stone but hut-like structure nearby. “Don’t stop! Keep running!” The hut blew up and sent all three of them sprawling onto their fronts. As the UNIT men drove off, retreating, the Brigadier and Yates saw this. They ran back for the trio. The Brigadier picked up Jesse and Jeremy under both arms. “To your feet, boys, I can’t carry half naked men. It would ruin my reputation!” To his glee, the two boys, as he called them, were able to get up and run. The Brig saw Mike helping the Doctor to his feet. “Mike? Mike Yates. Good heavens. You here as well. My, my, my.” “Doc, I know you love to chat but it’s not the time or the place. Run!” “RUN!? That’s my line!” As the all ran, they found large explosions followed. The Doctor yelled, “Keep going! Don’t stop! The first ones set off a whole chain reaction! The entire area’s going to go up!” At one point, as his four friends ran past him, the Doctor whistled. “Why didn’t I think of that sooner?” Behind him, the inferno grew larger and larger, more and more blasts rose up, clouds of smoke, fire, heat, and debris with them. From the inferno, the Who Mobile flew out of the black and red glares. It hovered near him and the top piece opened. He hopped in and it took off like a shot, the top door open. He flew near the Brig and Mike, who were behind Jesse and Jeremy. “Get in!” They didn’t hesitate. The blasts were seemingly a live thing now and following them. Fortunately, the explosions were slowed by having to take out the living quarters of the abandoned homes above. The Who Mobile flew at Jesse and Jeremy. “Get inside my back door!!” “Later for that Doctor! This isn’t the right time or place!” “See, Mike, feed Jesse a line…” “Of cum…” Jesse dove headfirst into the back seat. Jeremy grabbed onto the side of the craft as it flew. The blasts renewed their energy and were right behind them. “Hold on, Jeremy!” The Doctor flew. Jesse pulled Jeremy inside as beneath him, the blasts had caught up with their forward motion. The Doctor was forced to fly the Who Mobile up higher and higher to escape them. This put all the inferno under the shirtless karate/ju jitsu expert. “We’re almost clear!” The door to the hovercraft closed as soon as Jeremy was pulled in, on top of Jesse in the back seat. Jeremy breathed on Jesse, who kissed him in return. “Maybe…mmmmmmm,” Jesse said between kissing, “Maybe it IS the right time and place.” Jeremy broke the kiss. “It’s good to be alive!” “It’s starting to subside.” The Doctor said. “And there are your men.” “I’m just glad this conflagration didn’t spread to the surrounding public homes. We’d have lost more civilians.” The Brig felt sympathy for the neighbors anyway. Fire engines were soon sounding alarms as they rushed to the scene. The Who Mobile began to land. The Doctor said, “And I’m missing my K9.” Jesse sprang up from the back seat, cum on his chin, on his lips, and tongue. “K9!!!!” Soon, the UNIT men behind them, Jesse, Mike, Jeremy, the Brigadier and, of course, the Doctor, watched the explosions subside. A large pillar of smoke and fire rose up from the bare trees and the abandoned homes. Alarms sang out. The Doctor screwed up his mouth. “Were those bangs big enough for you, Brigadier?” “Indeed. The one in the back seat almost compared.” “Hey!” Jesse and Jeremy both answered. “Cor, Doctor! That thing’s after us!” The Brig took out his gun. In the smoke, the Anti Matter Monster hovered. Its arms like flags. “It’s just saying good bye.” “Good…why not?” The Brig lowered his gun hand and arm. “All those men and women,” Mike said. “Just rewards. They were just meddlers in time with delusions above their station.” “Yes,” the Brig added, holstering his gun, “…and I suppose you’re going to tell us there was nothing at all to worry about?” “No, no, no. There was lots to worry about this time.” “What?” The Brig caught sight of Jeremy being wiped off by Jesse. Jeremy came between the Doctor and the Brig. “Did you make a deal…a deal with it to…to save our lives?” “I’ll explain that. Later, we’ll discuss that…later.” “Doctor, doesn’t your boy ever wear a shirt?” Yates looked at Jeremy and raised an eyebrow. Jesse ceased his wiping and rubbed himself down of leaves. Jeremy shrugged, hands out. “What? It’s summer.” “He’s as bad as that captain on that stupid space show…” Jesse frowned. “Space shows aren’t stupid.” The Brig smiled. “Indeed.” Yates winked at Jeremy. He moved in close and whispered, “It’s…You’re very nice.” “Thanks.” The Brig patted Jeremy and Jesse on the backs, moving on them. “You both did very well. Very well, indeed.” “Thanks,” Jesse said. “So did you. For an old, chubby guy.” “What? I’ll have you know just last week…I was down a stone…” “A stone? He’s getting all British on us,” Jeremy joked “Just like that other guy,” Jesse said. The Doctor, who had been staring at the fires, absently said, “Other guy? That was a long time ago. We have to find a way to get to the Jade Pagoda.” “Master…” K9 was at Jesse’s feet. “Not now, K9.” “I suggest that…” “No, K9. I don’t know that I want to send even your indestructible body into those fires…” “About to suggest the TARDIS has a Jade recall switch.” “K9…” “Yes, Master.” “Why don’t we go back to the TARDIS and hit the Jade Pagoda recall switch.” “Excellent idea, Master.” “Yes, yes, yes. I know. By the time we get to the TARDIS at the house, these fires will have died down.” “Fuck that.” Jesse cursed. “Language,” the Brig snapped. “By that time, Doc,” Jesse commented, “The government will have found a way to get it themselves.” “Wait here.” Yates ran to the Who mobile. “Besides, I have an appointment,” the Doctor said, absently again as he stared at the fires. He thought he saw a body trying to get out, crumple into flame and then ash. “Oh, it’s all go with you, innit?” Jeremy asked. “With who?” Jesse asked. “The US President.” “The President? Really?” Jeremy was impressed. “That cu…” Jesse started to say and looked to the Brig, whom he knew didn’t like foul language. “Bush?” “You think he knew about this?” The Brigadier asked. “I’ll soon find out. And if so he and I have a lot to discuss.” “You’re just going to waltz into the Oval Office and have a snippy chat with the US President Pussy Bush?” Jeremy asked. “Yeah, it’s been done before.” “What? Really? I mean I know we met Washington but …” “Not with George Dubbay,” the Doctor mimicked an American accent, “But with …” then he mimicked Richard Nixon. “…with Richard T Nixon. Let me make this perfectly clear, de Doctor is close personal, I say personal friend of mine. I can pardon him any time I like.” “Is that supposed to be an American accent? Making fun of us, are ya?” Jesse asked, a bit put off. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” the Doctor mimicked a Texan accent. The Doctor dropped the accent. “Everyone’s too hard on good ole Richard. He did hold off World War Three by visiting China.” “The United States Pres?” Jeremy was impressed. “George W. Bush.” “The man’s an idiot. Not like his father at all. Not much.” “You met him?” “The father?” “No, the son.” “I met all three.” “Not God. The President. The Bushes? George W. Bush?” Jesse asked the Doctor, “I wonder if his wife still sells pot. Maybe she’ll sell Theon and I some brownies?” “I’ll ask her.” The Doctor said. Jeremy thought at the mention of Theon’s name, he saw something change in the Doctor’s face. The Doctor was serious faced at first…all the death, even of their enemies, made him grim but this quick change was something else. Jealousy? Sadness? The three of them almost never became jealous over the others’ flings or romances. It was an open relationship. Or was that quick change and back in his face, something else altogether? Guilt? What was this Doctor about? After all this time, he still wondered. The Doctor still had his secrets. He didn’t care. He loved him anyway. Jeremy got behind the Doctor and hugged him from behind. He rocked him a bit. Comforted him. “You know we all had to do things in there we wouldn’t normally have done.” “I know that. And Jeremy, I can’t remember. I might have met the puss…I mean the Bushes in the past. Or was it the future?” “You remember Nixon but not the Bushes?” “Are you a fan?” Jeremy went wide eyed. “NO! But, no matter you’re affiliations, they’re still…you know, the Presidents.” “Yes, they do carry a certain amount of power…an aura if you will.” The Brig asked, “Thing I want to know is: where in the worlds did Yates go and what was his plan?” “Where the fuck is it?” Yates asked himself, then glanced from the passenger side of the Who Mobile toward the Brig, hoping the older man didn’t hear his foul language. “Ahh, yes.” He moved to the back seat. In the middle of the back seat of the Who Mobile, Yates took out a large silver suit which sported a hood and gloves. “I can go get it in this.” The Brig was proud of Yates. “Well done, Captain…Sergeant…Retired Colonel…” “Yes, Yates, well done!” The Doctor said. As he tore it from Yates’ grasp. He put it on so fast, none of them saw him do it. “Oh, no, Doctor,” Jesse commanded and wrapped his arms around the Doctor’s chest from under the Doctor’s arm pits and from behind. “You’ve just been through hell and back, like Jeremy and I. You’re not…” The Doctor covered the zipper with the flap of the suit which closed and he put the visor down over his face. He began to walk toward the fires…with Jesse still on his back. “Mr. McCartney, get off there! That’s an order!” The Brig shouted so loudly that Jesse, his brow already sprouting rivulets of sweat, decided to let go. Would the Doctor really go into the fires with Jesse on his back? At the same time, Jeremy had sprung forth and tore Jesse off the Doctor’s back, his own smooth skin sweating from the heat. They both heard him say, “I’ll meet you back at the house where I’ll re-park the TARDIS.” “That fuck,” Jesse murmured. “Language,” the Brig said. “At least now I will have the pleasure of your company. There’s really no danger at all for the Doctor.” Jesse put his hands on his hips. “You don’t really believe that for a second, do you?” “Not at all,” the Brig put an arm on the boy’s back. “Danger follows the Doctor like…” “Like?” Jesse looked up at the taller man. “A young boy…eh, male companion,” the Brig shut his eyes and laughed at himself. Jesse snickered and then looked at Yates. “You and that suit.” “Fancy a ride?” Yates asked him. “Sure thing!” Jesse became excited like a little boy in PJs on Christmas morning. He ran toward the Who Mobile. The Brig started to say something as he turned toward the shirtless Jeremy. “Well, then, it looks like it’s just the two of…” “Hey, wait for me!” Jeremy called and put an arm up. The Brig noted that Jeremy must shave his arm pits because he didn’t notice any hair but if the Doctor’s involved it might mean some kind of alien cream that caused no hair there to grow. He pointed to the other UNIT men and gave orders for them to make sure they didn’t leave until the Jade Pagoda vanished. He noticed, when he looked at the fires, that it already had. “This one’s a fast little Doctor, innit he?” The Who Mobile took off. One of the Brig’s other men drove a new truck to him. “Good work,” he told the man. Jesse was in the passenger seat of the Who Mobile, Jeremy was in the middle, having refused to sit in the back, and Yates was driving, British style…on the right side. It flew through the very blue summer sky. A sea gull flew near the window, close to Jesse’s face. Jesse, astonished, turned to Jeremy and drew his attention by nudging his shoulder. The sea gull seemed to know them and even smiled at them. They waved. It winked and flew off. “Nice bird,” Yates told them. “I know you are but what am I?” Jesse asked. “What?” “Just an old joke I picked up from the 70s…or was it the 80s?” Jesse asked. The three of them laughed. The Who Mobile flew on, toward Deer Park. Jesse looked in the glove compartment. “This isn’t the Doc’s so it must be yours. What kind of a gun is that?” “A very old one. Don’t worry, it’s not loaded.” “I have a load for ya.” “Is everything with you sexual?” Mike asked. “Sure.” “Then,” Mike said. “I don’t think I’ll you the name of that gun.” From the back seat, K9 chimed in, tired but enthused. “I know what that gun is. It is a Mannlicher 1909.” “K9, you little traitor,” Mike laughed. K9 cooed. Jesse smiled. “Man…licker?” “Don’t say it.” “Say what?” “You know you’re dying to say it.” “I don’t know what you mean.” “Just say it and get it over with.” “I got a man licker right here for ya.” The sea gull had returned and smiled at this as it flew in tandem for a time with the Who Mobile. Inside everyone ube/watch?v=702dP7vDQhs The TARDIS wheezed and groaned into the living room. Greyson stepped out. “Doc?” Theon followed him out of the TARDIS. “It seems cold.” “Maybe the AC. It always worked so well in here.” Greyson looked around. “Doctor?” They heard the TV. “Night,” Theon looked at the cuckoo clock on the wall. From the bedroom hallway, Tyler emerged and came over to them, in only bed pants, which were green and decorated with Christmas trees. He held a glass of champagne. “You two? You guys better get back to 2008. The Doc’s gonna flip his wig!” “Tyler?” Greyson squinted. “Is that you?” “Who the fuck’s Tyler when he’s at home?” Theon asked. “Well, I’m not at home. Well, I am. The Doctor’s home. He kinda gave it to me. I’m just watching it for him, in case he ever needs it again.” “Ty, has the ball dropped yet?” From the same hallway came a totally naked and brown tanned Rosario. “Not for about…” Tyler checked the cuckoo clock. “…one more minute, babe. You two wanna stay?” “Well,” Theon nodded, “Yeah.” He took the champagne from Tyler and downed it. “Ahh, not too much alcohol.” “No,” Greyson went wide eyed. “How old are you now, Ty?” “21. Why?” “What year is this?” Greyson asked. “2016 in about twenty seconds.” Tyler, who Greyson had noticed had filled out considerably, hugged Rosario close to him so that their dicks were squished between them, indiscriminately and randomly. It was also very hot, he thought. “We should go,” Greyson whispered. “Aww, why can’t…” From the TV Ryan Seacrest called out, “3…2…1!!!” “HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!” “HAPPY 2016, THEON!” Greyson pulled Theon in close and kissed him and threw his tongue down his lover’s throat. Rosario and Tyler paused in their kissing to look at them. They smiled and went back to their kissing. Rosario paused again to look between himself…hot chiseled abs and his lover’s torso…to view their rising penises which, far from being sidelined like before, were growing straight up their finely toned bodies, coating hard abs in pre cum. Greyson looked at the camera, “And a Happy New Year to all of you at home, too!” Theon yelled, “2016?! I love time travel! HAPPY 2016!” Fireworks exploded on the TV screen, between Rosario and Tyler’s lower (soon to be followed by their upper) bodies, and between Greyson and Theon. EXTRA: UNUSED SCENE: “We don’t know what it’ll do to him!” Ann yelled. “Like you care!” Jesse yelled back at her. “Now, we’re getting out of here!” Ann’s console blew up and she fell back and onto the floor. She didn’t get up again. “I think she’s dead!” The Colonel checked her. “Kill them, I don’t care how. Just kill them!” “You want them dead! You kill them!” One man yelled, “We’re getting out of here!” An electric shot hit him in the chest and created a huge burning hole there. The man stood and looked at his burning hole where his chest used to be. He fell. The entire console array blew up. Jesse heaved Jeremy to the door and the thing came out of the tunnel. The Doctor stopped glowing. “NOOOO!” He ran to Jesse and Jeremy. “RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! It’s going to take the power from the complex and when that happens…” “This entire place is going to explode!” Jesse finished. “Can you move?” The Doctor asked Jeremy. Jeremy nodded. FUCK FACES, donate here! fty/donate.html