Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2011 19:54:43 -0500 (EST)
From: J
Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, AND JEREMY  103

MATES ON DISPLAY

The TARDIS stood in the center of the Panopticon...Zoom in on Jesse, Zoom
in on Jeremy....

"...to be forever on display in the Museum of Gallifrey...."

"Jeremy," Jesse gasped...

In the console room, K9 watched the boys' faces on the scanner
screen...both were wide eyed...

They both watched as the TARDIS was wheeled around the center and then out
the main doors! Several Chancellery guards, all red uniforms, white capes,
and white shoulder pads, took the TARDIS out. Jeremy pulled Jesse's arm,
"We have to...shit..."  he said as his helmet almost fell off.

"I don't have to. I did that in the desert just before..."

Jeremy held his helmet on and then decided to dump it altogether, "Here,
old man, will you hold this for me?"

"Oh, my, yes," an old man took it. The two boys followed the guards
outside.

Jesse gasped, "These Time Lords, they're all repressed gays, I think."

Jeremy lead the way out, "Leave them alone..."

"I don't know. They're naked under those robes I think and you'd think
they'd have more..."  he stuck his hand under Jeremy's robe, "Uhm, more
fun..."

Jeremy smiled and slapped his hand away from under. "Not now, we have to
stay with the TARDIS...It's that way."  He shook his head and his hips to
try to simmer down the semi-boner that Jesse began by doing that.

The two found themselves moving along a darker corridor. "Let's not get too
close," Jesse said, "From what the Doctor told me, they shoot to kill."

"Yeah, but if we stay close, they might not notice us," Jeremy said. The
two were shoulder to shoulder and moved along with the guard. "And just why
are the Chancellery guards moving it? You'd think just the regular guards
would do?"

"I guess cause it's the Doctor's TARDIS, even though it's a TARDIS, which
to them is as common, I'm thinking, as sperm in a gay porno..."

"Jesse, cut the comedy," Jeremy smiled, "This is serious...hey look."  As
they backed to a corner to hide, they spied a large horizontal corridor
that had a huge transparent plate. Behind it the Time Lord guards had
placed the TARDIS by walking right through the plate. The boys looked at
each other. Jesse shrugged. When the TARDIS was placed in the corner of
what looked like a set up bed room on Earth, the guards walked right out of
the transparent plate as if it were thin air. Then one tall guard moved
over to the wall and opened a square plate. He turned some dials and some
loud humming rose and then lowered. It never completely went away. Then he
shut the plate and turned a few locks on it. "He looks familiar."

"Commander Maxil," one of the guards said, "Is it safe in there?"

"Yes, yes, this ancient vessel, can do no harm now," Maxil smiled proudly,
"It's very, very old. The universes will be safe from it in there."

Jesse looked around the corner under Jeremy's chin. "What's he mean?"

"I don't know," Jeremy shrugged now. They waited until all the Time Lords
left. "Maybe," he came out of hiding, "...maybe they just think the TARDIS
is so old now that it can't be of any use to them and of no harm if it's
put on ice so to speak."

Jesse moved to the square control box, "But what kind of museum is that?"

"A Time Lord one, I'm guessing," Jeremy joined him. "Be careful," he put
his hand over Jesse's as his lover tried to open the box. "It might be
booby trapped."

"So how do we get to it?"

Jeremy shrugged again. He held his his hand over the box, hesitated and
despite Jesse's muffled warning, just shrugged and put his hand on the
box. "I don't think it is...but it might have been."

Jesse nodded, "And you stopped me from...that was stupid."

"What? Stopping you or doing it myself?"  Jeremy asked.

"Both, bastard," he laughed.

"It IS locked, though," Jeremy frowned, "Can you pick it?"

"What did I have a misspent youth?"  Jesse's tone sounded offended.

"Well, originally, you're from New York."

"I'm offended," Jesse said, looked sideways, shrugged, and said, "Yeah, I
can pick it. Do you have a hair pin?"

Jeremy checks his pockets, then stops, "Do I look like I might have a hair
pin on me?"

"Well, yeah, you look...flaming."

"I do not."

"Toothpick?"  Jesse asked.

"Come to think of it, stupidly, I didn't check these pockets, too busy
worrying and hiding, I guess. I don't..."  Jeremy found a small metal rod
in his pocket. He held it up.  "I guess the medics keep these things to
open up things..."

"I guess they have to have some fun during their breaks," Jesse sighed and
took it from him, "I thought you were just glad to see me..."  he touches
the rod to the box and suddenly the pair of them are suddenly whisked
sideways. Their bodies quickly seemed to de-shape. Colors melded as if they
were some kind of mixture of ice cream colors and styles. The outlines of
their bodies started to lose their dimensions.  Standing to Jeremy's left,
Jesse felt his dimension challenged body moved toward his lover.  Jesse
gasped as he felt himself being flung sideways, his body shape not what it
used to be, "What's happening?!!!"

"I don't know!!!"  Jeremy gasped. He felt Jesse hit his new strange body
and the outlines curved and dove at the glass plate.

The air around them seemed to go all unreal and swishy. The two of them
were swirled into each other and a whirlwind formed around them, swirling
like a funnel and funneling them into a jigsaw type shape as it wheeled
around and whipped directly through the huge transparent plate. When it
stopped, the two of them found themselves on the other side of the plate in
the Earth type bedroom. "All right?"  Jeremy asked.

Jesse felt his own chest and nipples.  "Yeah, I think so."  He then moved
to Jeremy and felt up his shirt to touch bare nipples.

Jeremy just stared down at him, "Will you...."  He sighed and looked around
as Jesse removed his hands. "You're really horny today?"

"Today, tomorrow, yesterday," Jesse said, "Time's all relative on this
planet."

"The Time Lords must be crazy. I mean what kind of a booby trap is that?"
Jeremy looked around the room, "Try to get inside and the thing
just...whisks you into it where you want to go?"

Jesse felt the plate window, "Not quite glass. But maybe...we can't get
out. So we have to stay in here like prisoners. It's kind of like the old
...when crooks were captured by police, the police could lock them
inside..."  He nodded to the TARDIS.

"Maybe we can get in," Jeremy moved to it and held out his hand. "There is
a force field over it."  He moved closer, "I can feel the heat and hear
that..."

"That hum?"  Jesse nodded, "Sounds lethal."

"This time we're not taking the chance," Jeremy nodded, "K9! If you're in
there, can you open the doors like a good boy? K9?"

"Maybe he's re-powering," Jesse said, unsure. "Or maybe he's in another
room or maybe...someone took him out?"

"And not for a walk, I'd bet," Jeremy put his hands on his hips, "Well, we
have to find out about where we are. I guess...you try that door, I'll try
these two."

Jeremy found a bathroom on one side. Jesse exited through the door on the
left side of the bed and of the room.  Jeremy moved to the third door. He
found other rooms that opened up and connected to other rooms, none of them
with entirely complete walls, overhangs, or ceilings. Jeremy found a huge
ice cream parlor and the one thing he noticed that he would have to tell
Jesse about was that on one side of each wall was a huge transparent window
that lined the entire wall. The ice cream parlor opened up to a facsimile
street and he noticed that it looked familiar. He ran to a sidewalk and
knew it before stopping and stooping to the famous names in the street. He
felt Marilyn Monroe's name. He saw the Walk of Fame. "Shit," Jeremy
whispered. "Hollywood. And Vine. That's where all this started."

"Who's he talking to?"

"Himself. Earth beings did that all the time. Made believe they didn't."

Jeremy stood up at the intersection and looked at the huge wall window. He
saw five old Time Lord men there staring in at him. They all looked the
same, except one was very skinny and old and one was very fat and old. One
of them said, "Thought it made them crazy."

"THAT is not what made them crazy."

"I know, I know. Nearly blowing themselves up in wars. That is what made
them crazy."

"Hey, you, you guys, help a dude out, will ya?"  Jeremy waved. "Let me out
of here, come on."

"It wants to get out. As if we had any authority to let a museum piece
out."

He watched as the men moved past the window. "Museum piece, huh, I'll show
them."  He shook his head and made his way back to the first bed room where
he and Jesse had entered. About twenty minutes later, Jesse returned.

"Like it?"  Jesse almost fake curtsied.

He wore a light tan shirt, so light it looked almost white. On it were
artist designs of three clusters. Each cluster, one on the chest, two on
either pec and linking their designs into the shoulder areas on both sides,
were an artist's rendition of linked chains. Jesse had rolled up the
sleeves to just his elbows. The shirt was slightly too short for him and
some skin was evident between it and the low hanging skinny blue jeans. A
light colored brown belt completed the ensemble with a decorative belt
buckle that looked like a diamond logo vortex (get it?). The diamond
changed colors akin to the Tom Baker opening credits.  The neckline was
exaggerated around the entire circumference.

"Hey, yeah," Jeremy poked at the shoulders of his lover.  "Just your
style. Almost like they left it out for you. As if they knew...you were
coming."

"Yeah," Jesse said.  "I still will be if you keep admiring...looking at me
the way you are..."

"I can't help it, you're fucking sexy."

"I know but what'd you say we compare notes on what we found?"

Jeremy smiled, "Okay, but it's gonna make it hard..."

"So I see."

They compared notes on what they found.

Jesse added, "Yeah, goes on forever. I mean it's not like the TARDIS big
but it's big. And I don't think it's dimensionally transcendental or
anything like that but it is pretty fucking huge. And all sorts of rooms,
most of them look like Earth: an Earth gym, an elementary school, junior
high, middle school, a carnival, a car park, a mall, those kinds of
things. I didn't want to go in too much further, I was afraid I'd get
lost."

"You? You have a very good sense of direction," Jeremy said and sat down in
one of the high backed chairs of the bed room which faced the right wall
where a flat screen TV was.  "Still just the same..."

"I also felt the walls up a bit," Jesse started.

Jeremy frowned, "Oh, Jesse..."  His tone was intolerant.

"Not for that reason," he added, "I think there are other museums attached
to the Earth one. I don't think the walls are very..." to demonstrate he
jumped off the bed he sat on and moved to the wall and knocked on it,
"...they're very solid. I think we could break into another section."

"That's a plan..."

"Could stir up some trouble..."

"When did that ever stop us?"  Jeremy asked.

"I'd like to stir them up," Jesse nodded to the enlarging crowds outside
the window. Most were men but now there were some women, too. "Notice
something?"

"Yeah, some of them don't seem ....I don't know, fully there, you know what
I mean?"


Jesse bit his lip, "I didn't mean their mental state."

"I didn't either. I think...and look at their clothes, Jesse, too."

"Fashion victims?"  Jesse nodded.

"Well, they're Time Lords, being a fashion victim is like fangs on a
vampire..."  Jeremy smiled, "...but the clothes seem to be...not at all the
same...as if..."

"What?"

"Naw, it's stupid. They're time travelers so their clothes would come from
times that were separated by billions of years."

Jesse sat back on the bed and showed off his bare hips as his shirt rode
up, "Naw, the Doc's always going on about how most of his people were NOT
time travelers---most of em stayed home and never took off anywhere. Their
clothes should all look the same."

"Good thinking. I'd like to know how they reproduce if they're all males?"

"These two look like very fine specimens but if they are not going to have
children then what good are they?"

"Did you hear that?"  Jesse asked. He was angry.

"Ahh, ignore them, we have to find a way out of here," Jeremy gave an
absent thought look to the wall.

"I've heard their women were only around for reproducing."

"Did you hear that?"  Jesse almost screamed.

"I said ignore them."  Jeremy pondered their problem, "Besides, they could
be really just talking about their own race."

"I saw a few children and a few women but mostly these old men and they're
really pissing me off."

"Not me, we have to think of some plan...besides kicking in the walls but
that might be a start. It might get security to come in here....but what do
we do then? I'm not sure we can fight them with those weapons of
their's. And they do seem to want to shoot first and ask questions
later....they have no real sense of linear time that way."

"I have heard it on reliable authority that all the men that were like
these two, were called limp wrists and were put on farms to give milk."

"They couldn't fight either or make their reproductive systems work at
all."

Jesse fumed and gave them the middle finger, "DID YOU HEAR THAT?"

"I did!"  Jeremy stood up from the bed. "How about we show em what sex is
really for?"

"Gotcha," Jesse whispered. He crawled along the bed until he was at the
foot of the bed.

"What are they saying?"  One of the old men asked.

A younger one put his ear to the plexiglass, "I don't know but it
sounds....reproductive-ual."

"Is that a new word?"  An ancient asked.

Jeremy bent down toward Jesse, who put his mouth to Jeremy's ear, "They
say..."  he whispered, "...the soft skin by the ear is...very..."  he
nudged his nose against Jeremy's left ear and then his lips barely touched
it and he darted his tongue out to do the same, "...sensual..."

Jeremy slightly moved his head backward. Jesse stood up on the bed, making
Jeremy's head come to his belt buckle. Jeremy lifted Jesse's shirt more
than it already was and he saw a large expanse of tanned belly, smooth,
creamy, almost hairless peach skin. From above, Jesse reached hands down
and started rubbing Jeremy's shoulders as Jeremy's head started moving at
Jesse's belt. Jesse took his left hand and rubbed Jeremy's hair and moved
fingers lightly to the right ear's upper ridge. He repeated the same with
the other hand, gripping the shoulder with the opposite hand as he changed.

Jesse felt Jeremy's head moving at his crotch and it turned him
on. Jeremy's teeth undid the belt from the buckle and soon the pants
button. Jeremy's mouth and teeth finally had the pants open and
dropping. There was no underwear beneath. Jesse huge uncut cock flopped out
but was half hard. Soon, it was all hard as Jeremy toyed with it, lopped
his mouth near it, lips first. Jeremy took both fists and put them on
Jesse's shaft. He twisted in opposite directions.

As wide eyed Gallfreans and Time Lords watched from the windows, Jesse
gasped and groaned. He swallowed. He gripped Jeremy's shoulders some more
now. Jeremy twisted in opposite directions. The dick grew in his fists and
felt good. He felt vein and tube. Wetness dotted the outer sides of his
hands. The head emerged from the fists. Then Jeremy let go in one sweeping
motion.

His dick sticking straight out, Jesse closed his eyes and threw his head
back, then jumped off the bed in front of Jesse, rubbing all along his body
quickly as he did this. The on lookers all gasped. An old female Time Lord
covered a slightly younger but still old one's eyes and led him
away. Others stayed and watched. Most of them were men, some young but many
old. Eyes wide open. Some were not blinking.

"ohh...ohhh....that...."  Jesse moved to Jeremy's right ear and gummed the
lobe, lips over teeth, then moved into the ear, sticking tongue
in. Jeremy's head swayed but Jesse stayed with it. His pants sides open,
flopped down to his knees. Jeremy moved back, gripped Jesse's shirt and
removed it as Jesse lifted his arms up, then with shirt discarded, kicked
shoes off.

In on time at all, Jesse was naked but Jesse noted that Jeremy still wore
his outlandish outfit. He put his hands under that short cut shirt with its
dark red and traditional marine blue stripes. The 3-D effect rippled
through the air as hands moved over nipples, then Jesse stuck his whole
head under the shirt and licked and bit at nipples. This made Jeremy laugh
and tumble backwards toward a huge red cushion chair.  Jesse followed, his
head still in the shirt but as he followed, he undid his head from the
shirt and kissed Jeremy's laughing mouth as they both hit the chair, Jeremy
under Jesse. He had his hands now on Jeremy's ribs and rubbed them there
and then down to his hips and up again, side stepping ribs to rub hot tight
abs. He then moved both hands to the sleeved vest and rubbed bulging biceps
before taking the vest off and throwing it at the observers. One laughed as
another ducked his head from the vest nearly hitting him but of course, the
glass stopped that.

The tight leather pants were really shorts that ended just above Jeremy's
knee and proved harder to remove than Jesse thought. The pants waist line
sagged far below Jeremy's hips were a series cut outs of Hour Glass shapes
so that skin was on display all around, including the top of his butt crack
in back. Jesse stuck his hands down the front, his palms down, his fingers
down, both hands, rubbing past navel and abs, pinkie sticking in navel
first. Then out. Then down. There was no room for so much skin between
leather and Jesse had to force them down, being stopped at times. The upper
legs also had larger Hour Glass/Sand Glass shapes which showed off his a
bit of Jeremy's tanned upper legs but now with competition from Jesse's
fingers as they lay on the chair, Jeremy's dick was moving past these cut
out shapes and wiggling in and out of them, the head slick and wet and
throbbing at all this friction. Jesse's hips thrust onto Jeremy's as well,
all the shaking making them both harder and hotter. Jeremy had already
kicked off the slip ons. Jesse poked a finger through one of the cut out
shapes and looked up at the viewing public, "Thought that was his dick?
Huh? Guess about eight inches more, boys!"  He continued his ministrations
as Jeremy's body rocked back in the chair. Soon, the leather was stretched
off the area that it hung on and Jeremy's entire torso was void of clothes.

Jesse licked the dick that stood up and straight at him. He pulled the legs
of the shorts off and soon he came down the chair bottom to release them,
puffing. He moved back up to the chair and it toppled over with him and
Jeremy. Jeremy laughed as the chair landed on its back, a tangle of legs
and arms and penis. Jesse made sure they were on the floor and more steady
as he moved mouth to large head and took it all inside his mouth. He then
took it out, nibbled the sides of the penis gently,

"I want to taste you..."

Jeremy was holding Jesse's shoulders and rubbing them as his lover teased
his cock.  Jesse's tongue darted out and flicked the penis head, the under
mushroom ridge, and the middle tube on the dick's underbelly! Jeremy
squirmed in delight. "Get over here!"

He pulled Jesse up and turned him over, so that Jesse's legs were hanging
over the chair seat, which was now sticking straight up...and it wasn't the
only thing. Jesse's butt was now hovering over Jeremy's cock so Jeremy just
had to thrust upward to enter it. He could hold Jesse up only so far and
when he wanted to he could lower him and raise him while Jesse's arms were
down and holding Jeremy's hips when he could and the chair when he
could. He was effectively dangled over the chair and his lover in
it. Jeremy's dick entered the hole neatly and slid in with wet
abandon. Jeremy's hair slid over his own face as he shoved in and then made
it slow... "Slow...."

"Ohaugngh!"

"...fast..."  Jeremy jerked in and out. The juices dripped around the
circumference of the hole as the dick, tight, moved into hairless asshole.

"OAHNNGGNGGNHNAAAR!"

"slow..."

"fast..."

"slow..."

"..fast..."

"down"

"up"

"Down"

"up"

"Slow"

"Up."

"Fast"

"down."

"Slow"

"down"

"Down"

"fast"

"Up."

"Up"

"up!"

"GAAAAUPAAWEP!"

"DOWNFasthooeUP!

"AHhhaha! You're killin me!"

An old watcher asked, "Should we stop them? He's killing him?"

"Fuck off old man!"  Someone said it. Jesse was sure it was himself but it
could have been Jeremy or another bystander. Jesse's upper legs were
perched on the back of the seat, his butt dangling as Jeremy thrust
upward. Soon, it was over and Jeremy cam inside Jesse, bursting with wild
energy. Jesse felt the blast inside him and gasped.

"Oh fuck that was..."  Jeremy took his dick out of Jesse's anus and lowered
him some more.

Jesse held his own cum in as Jeremy turned him around and he fell at him,
moving his feet up to cross legs so that his entire body would fall into
the chair now.

Jeremy put his finger in Jesse's ass now. Jesse joined a finger in there
with Jeremy's and as Jeremy half sat up, Jesse face to face with him both
sitting up half way, they mingled their fingers inside Jesse! Jesse jerked
up and back. Jeremy held him in place with his free hand on Jesse's lower
back, hitting erogenous zones and moved up and down the crack when he
could, passing his other arm and avoiding it and Jesse's. While doing this,
when Jeremy noticed Jesse's mouth opening and closing, Jeremy stuck his
tongue into it and wiggled his mouth side to side with Jesse's. He also
kissed his lips when he could, creating moisture.

Just as Jeremy thought Jesse would explode, Jesse gasped, "I'm holding it
in! Canya make me let loose? Betcha can't!"

"Bet on!"  Jeremy took his free hand, while wiggling his finger around
Jesse's inside Jesse's ass as Jesse moaned. With the free hand, Jeremy
reached down and the swath of skin between testicles and anus and
PRESSES. Then one second every press, he lets go and then one second every
press...and Jesse screamed with pleasure.

The feeling was of having his lover pressing his prostrate from outside AND
inside with his finger wrapping and poking along side his own finger! It
was like having a lover inside and outside and just being you. Jesse could
not hold back any longer. He felt things move that he wasn't sure should
move. His penis tube flexed! He felt something solid rise up inside it!
Thick, creamy, strong, energy filled....firing!

"SHEEEEETTTTTTAHHHHHH!"  A fountain of white exploded between them. Their
faces, hair, chins, neck, chest...a huge blast of cum bombs exploded like
an M-80 on Fourth of July. They laughed as the white rain covered
them. Their jerking didn't cease with the blast either. Jeremy had to
removed his finger and this caused Jesse some new joy. He shook even as he
removed his own finger. Shivering with cum spasms, they continued for some
time after that. Small sub quakes cummed up from both their dicks...for
Jeremy cam again. Jesse shot a huge second load after Jeremy's
second. "AFFWADFFF UCK! What's happening!!!! SHIT MORE!"

"OHHHH YOU'RE FUCKIN' AMAZIN!!!! Fuck shit!"

They sat crosslegged for a bit and let the cum spasms subside slowly. Just
as each thought they were done, another jerk wracked their mutual bodies,
as one. They held their arms around each other to fend off the blows of the
cum quakes.

Finally....it was over...somewhat...Jesse then collapsed against Jeremy and
the back of the chair, which was on the floor. Their bare, hot boy bodies
laid on one another pressing, mingling, wet, soaked, slick, dripping, the
cum dripping passing even more erogenous zones. Involuntarily, some areas
of their bodies spasmed. Jeremy had his hands around Jesse's sides and
back. Jesse held Jeremy, too. Their moans subsided eventually and they
closed their eyes. They could not close their dick slits as liquid
continued to slide out of them, oozing. Tired, neither cared.

The crowds watching them didn't move...for a long time. Some of them seemed
hypnotized by the sex they just saw. Some were revolted. Others were turned
on and seemed to want to try it themselves. Some were breathing
heavily. Others were not breathing until they almost passed out. Some
swallowed hard. Some were just hard. Others were trying to make themselves
hard.

They began to dream of the Doctor.  They shared the same dream. In the
dream, the Doctor was on the ground. Possibly in a UNIT headquarters
lab. His face was to the sky. His eyes were open but it looked like he was
dying. Their Doctor changed to other faces, some of them they recognized as
the other Doctors they encounters: the Patrick Steward Doctor, the Adam
Rickett Doctor...and even a fat Doctor. Eventually they saw the beaming,
spitting Matt Smith Doctor's face, the David Tennant Doctor's face loaded
with sadness, the ear wiggling Chris Eccleston Doctor giving way to the
long hair of the Paul McGann Doctor...morphing into the Slyvester McCoy
Doctor's smirking face until that became the sardonic Colin Baker
Doctor. It, too, changed into the lighter Peter Davison Doctor. Hair curled
and each change was like a sexual burst again. The two boys were cumming in
their sleep, watched by the Time Lord observers, who were shocked and
amazed. Many had never seen anything like this. Bam! The Tom Baker
Doctor. A white out of cum orgasmic and the white hair of the Jon Pertwee
Doctor emerged. The nose face up. Spinning and flying. The Patrick
Troughton Doctor falling in darkness. The long white hair having emerged as
the body of the Troughton Doctor hit the floor of the TARDIS.  His body
seemed broken and his legs impossibly bent the wrong ways.

"NOOOO!"

"I'm all right!"  Jeremy and Jesse heard him say this. They looked down at
him. He was sleeping.

"Of course you are. You are a man."

"Yes, of course I am."

"He's just a man but oh....what a man..."


Before he knew it, the Doctor was another body. It was even more strained
in the denim shorts. He felt his dick ready to burst out of the shorts,
even though the zipper was open and the button unbuttoned, as always. He
patted his head and pulled some of it down, red hair. "I bet I look like
Damian Lewis, don't I? Freakin Yassen Gregorovich. Well, at least this time
I'm ginger."  He walked on, "I'll find you both, soon."


When he awoke, groggy, Jeremy looked at Jesse's face and almost willed his
lover to wake up. Jesse's eyes opened. "Hi."

"Hello."  He smiled, "Did you have the same dream?"

"The Doctors?"

"The Doctor."

"Yeah, suppose so."  Jesse pulled himself up. Jeremy stood and picked the
chair up right. Jesse felt his own sides, "Well, he was all these other
faces and bodies..."

"Yeah, and then this redheaded one..."  Jeremy said, "I think it's...it's
him telling us he's on the way."

"But how did we get here before him?"

Jeremy shrugged, "I think somebody's manipulating our progress."

"The Master I'd bet," Jesse said, "Well, if he is watching us...I wanna
take a shower so I can wank up at him."

"Let me know if the showers actually work," Jeremy said.

Jesse moved past the kitchen area toward the shower. "Look at that," Jesse
said, "Someone's left us food."

"We might as well eat it," Jeremy shrugged. "I doubt it's poison. They
could kill us any time they wanted."

The showers did work. Jesse took his shower first and finished dressing. He
had to wait another half hour for Jeremy to finish. When Jeremy came out of
his room area, Jesse pulled his arm, "Took you long enough. Swear you take
longer than a girl. Ya old queen."

"I am not," Jeremy laughed.

"I wanna show you what I found."  Jesse took him to another room. It looked
like a 1940s kitchen (and labeled as such over the doorway in) and Jeremy
told Jesse that. "But look. A phone."

"I doubt it works," Jeremy said. "I mean the room looks like the 1940s
typical city apartment kitchen but...that phone is wooden. And hand cranked
and looks like, the early 1900s...if we're lucky. Even so, I doubt the Time
Lords would..."

Jesse put a finger to Jeremy's lips, "Shhhh. Conserve your voice box for
crank calls."  Leaving Jeremy blinking innocently, Jesse sat on a chair
near the table that held the phone. Jesse smiled and took up the old
fashioned telephone handle.

It looked something like this but on a table rather than a wall:

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/26/Old_double_phone6.jpg


"Wadda ya mean?"

"I've already tried it," Jesse cranked the phone and on the other end, they
heard a ring. Jesse held the ear receiver out, "It works. For whatever
reason of their own those stupid dumb Time Lords hooked it up to their
communication systems."  He turned up his nose, "I guess they think it's
funny."

"So what are we...?"

"It works. Hey, ever crank call a Time Lord?"

"Jesse..."  Jeremy sounded like he was going to scold Jesse.

Jesse held up his hand for silence as an old Time Lord answered. "Hey," he
said to the Time Lord, "Is MyAssamacallitallpurplezitsthere?"

In his cubicle at the monitoring station, the Old Man held the high tech
curved red communicator out but then put it back to his mouth, "Hang on
I'll check for Myass..."

Jesse and Jeremy both heard that and both laughed.

"Is My Ass here?"

"Excuse me?" Another worker asked. "Who?"

"No, not Who, he's someone else. My Ass..."

"What about it?"



They crank called a few others. The Heliport. "Can you say if
Iamawrinklykoldass is there?"

"I'm not I am a wrinkly old ass..."

"Are you sure? It sounds to me like you might be."

"I'm sure I've heard that before..."

"So am I."

"If it is not me maybe it's someone else that works here?"

"Ask."

"Is there a I am a wrinkly old ass here?"

"I've said that about you just yesterday."

The boys laughed again.




The TARDIS repair station.

"Do you have a VAGINANEVERWANT there?"

"Vagina never want?"

"I bet you don't."

"Do you have a Vagina there?"

"Vagina? Never want?"

"I figured you were one of us."

"One of who?"

"No, he's on his way."

"Who's vagina never want here?"  The man called out to his fellow mechanic
scientists who were busy growing AND building TARDISes.

"We do not have no vagina here."

"I think there are more vaginas there if you look."  Jesse said.

"I'll look for you but I'm sure I don't know what this vagina looks like."

Jesse tried to keep from laughing, "I know you don't but you might be able
to find one...him."

"I can't put my finger on this vagina..."



And a call to the Registry Office for new Time Lords just made from
Gallefreans...

A studious, officious stuffy Time Lord man was punching tickets, "Old
Gallefrean you are now a New Time Lord... not all have these privledges,
use them according to your worth...which may not be..."  the communicator
rang...

Jeremy had wanted to try the crank calling and so commandeered the phone,
"Let me, let me," he said like a child. "Douchebag says what?"

A studious, officious stuffy Time Lord man was on the other end, "What?"

"Douchebag says what."

"What?


The boys were laughing so hard they could not speak. Jeremy managed, after
a time, "Funny hat wearing prick says what?"

"What?"

More laughter.

Suddenly they heard a loud crash on the other side of the wall. Jeremy
jumped and hung up, "What the hell was that?"

"Maybe they punish crank callers by bombing the point of origin?"

"No way," Jeremy jumped up as they heard another loud crash. "I'm going to
go out that way and see if I can work my way around to find out..."

"So I stay here," Jesse nodded, "Ohhh kay..."  Jeremy smiled and left the
room.

Jesse jumped up as another loud crash came from the wall. A figure burst
through and tumbled and sprang up. Jesse tried to run for the same door
Jeremy snuck out of but a figure blocked him. A figure holding up a very
sharp, very glinting, shiny knife. "Are you a Time Lord?"

"Do I look like a Time Lord?"

The woman, long brown hair, older than Jesse, looked around frantically. "I
am not sure what has happened. I have just settled on this planet..."

"Are you an ape girl?"

"Do I look like an ape, girl?"

"I'm not a girl."  Jesse frowned.

"I am sorry. I am Leela of the Sevateem Tribe," she held her knife up.

Jesse pushed the knife hand away from him. "Put that thing away before you
hurt someone..."

"That's just what the Doctor..."

"Namely hurt me..."  Jesse said and then turned to look out the door,
"Jeremy, you can come back..."  He turned back to the leather clad girl. He
then noticed she had long hair and big breasts. "I know you."

"You do?"

"I've seen you in the TARDIS files...Leela...you're that cave girl..."

"I am not a cave..."

"I mean you lived in caves..."

"No, I have not," she held the knife up again. Then, she put it away,
exasperated with herself. "I found myself here from my time. I have just
settled here with my husband..."

"The Doctor?"

"No, do not be silly. The Doctor and I are just ...how do you know the
Doctor?"

Jesse started, "This might come as a shock to you but the Doctor and I
are...on your tribe's planet...did you like, well, let's see. How do I say
this so that a savage can understand..."

"Savage?"  Leela asked, "The Doctor and I are mates."

"As in friends, right?"

"No, as in mates. The Doctor is my mate...for life."

"I am the Doctor's mate."

"Friend?"

"Uh, no, yeah, mate. The Doctor and I are mates."

"Oh, I understand."

"You do?"  Jesse's eyebrow went up, unsure. "That was too easy."

"Well, the Doctor told me that where we were staying when I met the
Professor Litefoot and Henry Gordon Jago...that mate was not what I used to
believe it was. It meant friend..."

"So you and the Doctor were mate..."

"We mated..."

"WHAT?"

"Yes, he and I were made to be friends. Mates."

"I...I'm the Doctor's mate."  Jesse held out this hands to gesture as if
this would help get his point across.

"His friend?"


"No, more than friends. The Doctor is my mate."

"Yes, his friend."

"No, let me put it to you this way...in your tribe, did you and another
male mate...you know..."  he made a fake vagina with his index finger and
thumb on one hand and he put his other hand's index finger through it.

"Oh, that. I did not do that yet with a mate."

"YOU haven't had sex...?"

"Not with a mate. Not with a friend."

"A mate can be a friend or a lover..."

"Then I am mates with the Doctor and with Tomas."


Jeremy was in the doorway. Jesse turned to him, "Thanks for helping."

"You were doing so splendidly..."  Jeremy put his hand out, "I am Jeremy."

"Why aren't you using contractions? Is it something our captors have put in
the air? In the ventilation system?"  Jesse asked, sarcastically.

Leela shook Jeremy's arm. "Who are you to him?"

"We're mates," Jeremy smiled.

"Friend type or...?"

"Pair bond type."

"Oh, now I see," Leela said, "We had those at the tribe, too."

"See. Easy."  Jeremy smiled.

"Like you, easy."

"Nice to meet you, Leela."

"How do you know my name?"

"Ohh, to the Doctor you're more than just...a mate..."  Jeremy smiled, "He
talked about you all the time."


"He did?"  Jesse was behind them now. Jeremy elbowed him in the ribs but
not too hard.

 "So you were brought here, too?"  Jeremy asked.

"I felt this odd sensation from my time. I was on Gallifrey...but this time
seems past or future to my time. I am not sure which."  Leela looked around
and put her hand through her hair. "I do not know how I am to get out of
this...this place. I feel like I am in a zoo."

"Museum," Jeremy corrected, "An alien one to them."

Suddenly, they heard hissing. "Gas!"  Jesse gasped. "From the vents! All of
them!"

"They're trying to kill us!"  Leela gasped.

"Maybe!"  Jeremy covered his mouth, "Let's get out of here!"

The trio ran and the boys were not shocked to find that Leela could out run
them. She had her knife out. Every hallway they ran down had mist
forming. "The whole place!"  Jesse gasped, "They're gassing us to death!
The entire museum!"

"It doesn't make sense!"  Jeremy gasped. "The window!"

They were in a smaller display room. It was the room of a fire watch tower
on Earth. It was decorated as if it were outside. Jeremy leaned on the
glass window and banged. Leela tried to get the knife to work on the glass
but to no avail. Jesse banged on the glass, too. "Let us out!"

"Hey, cut the gas off," Jeremy coughed. All three of them coughed. The boys
started to fall, one on either side of her.

Time Lord observers laughed outside.

Leela leaned on the glass, looked panicked. The boys passed out on either
side of her and slid down her sides to the floor. She coughed. She put both
hands on the glass and pushed. Nothing gave. Her lungs felt heavy. Leela
slid down the glass, losing consciousness. The gas overcame the entire room
so that no one could see anything. The gas filled the room so that the
three bodies were hardly seen.



END THEME of Tom Baker's Leela era or alternately...

END CREDITS to end theme music of the Chris Eccleston era....


NEXT TIME:


Well there may be no next time on this story. NO ONE has given me any
inspiration for so long. I know people are reading it because the meter on
one of the sites is up past almost 11,000 hits. One chapter has almost 1000
hits. No comments. No letters of encouragement, nothing. I know people want
this story but no one writes at all. No review. Nothing. I have major plans
for this story but to get them back to the place where I can write free
adventures is taking some time and some effort and energy. I can just skip
around but I hate that. It would help if I had SOME encouragement from
someone.

I had, some time ago, some great letters about this story. Are you still
out there? I need some encouragement again.

Also: I wrote the "mate" thing months before Doctor Who season three (and a
full year or two before season four where it appeared with Donna so please
don't think I stole it from there; I didn't; I thought it up in the car
driving and listening to the DW year one CD music). Sigh.