Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2011 16:55:25 -0400 (EDT)
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse, and Jeremy 105

Brilliant new version of the theme. A swirling mass of time in a giant
round ball and the ten year old Doctor boy face comes rushing out of it. It
looms at the screen--at you--and then turns out of focus and then focuses
again to feature the face of Leo McKern, smiling at first but then dropping
the smile to become a frown, a chubby faced man with slight beard and
moustache and a rounded Santa Claus nose and chubby cheeks....and around an
exploding universe...and that face broke up to show stars forming and that
star formation turned into the face of Jon Lee from S CLUB...around a huge
purple bubble and the face smiled and winked at you...and rushed up at
you...


DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, and JEREMY



MASSACRE ON GALLIFREY PART TWO




Jeremy turned as he heard a loud roar. From out of seemingly nowhere... a
dark recess in the huge cavern/living room/pool, a huge mass came charging
at Jeremy and Jesse. It came so fast, they could only watch. The thing
zeroed in on them both, and they could see was a huge furry arm on either
side of the mass. Serrated black stripes over a cream colored pelt which
seemed to cover the entire seven foot body. Whisking rapidly through the
air were three sharp claws sprouting out of the hairy wrists. Jesse stood,
transfixed. Jeremy yelled. The face--with a reptilian but pug nose and big
round bear like eyes--- reared up in the darkness, seven feet overhead, a
face that was close but getting closer...huge tusks sprouting from its
mouth and on either side of the head curling horns large enough to hang a
coat on. The thing's mouth opened wider and the fangs and razor sharp white
teeth dipped toward them both!!!! "DOCTOR!!!!!!"

"Breath in, Jesse!"  Jeremy yelled as the monster's claws swiped at their
chests! They backed just in time. The thing was taking another swipe.


"STOP!!!!"  The Ten Year Old Doctor yelled. "They know me!"

Badger immediately lowered its body and made itself small almost like a
giant water bug curling up. Jesse breathed. "Badger," Innocet said as the
thing looked up at the two boys, now so low it seemed like a rug. Jesse
noticed it wore a checkered vest which had dark purple squares interlaced
with white and lighter purple ones. "That be no badger."

"You talk funny," the boy Doctor said.

"YOU are the Doctor?"  Jeremy asked and turned to see the small, totally
naked boy.

"It's what my mother calls me," he answered and realized that he and
Innocet were both naked. "Uhm..."

"I'm sorry," Jeremy turned to the girl, who was older, maybe 13 or older,
it was hard to tell. "We are friends. We thought...we needed to find the
Doctor."

"Well, you've found him," Innocet shrugged. "WHO are you and WHAT are you
doing here?"

"First," Jesse asked, "What is that thing?"

"He protects my cousin. He's not quite flesh and blood. He's...oh, you
might say his companion."

"My only companion," the Doctor said and looked down.

Jeremy bent down and put his hands on the Doctor's bare shoulders, "You're
young goings right now. You'll have many more companions."

"What were you two...uhm, doing?"  Jesse asked and eyed the girl up and
down.

"Skinny dipping," Innocet said, proudly.  "He has never been..."

Jesse shook his head up and down in a "cool" way. "But you have, huh?"

"Of course, plenty of times."

Jesse looked at the Doctor and moved to side with Jeremy, "Hey, kid, you
can do it. I know you might, you know, not be into...you know...but that's
okay..."

"Iiiii...is it?"

"Sure," Jesse said, "It'll do you some good. Now, get in there!" He pushed
the Doctor backwards into the water, causing Badger to rise up again and
roar.  Innocet stopped the beast as it reared up at Jesse from
behind. Jesse turned and gasped.  "Easy boy!"

"Stop!" Innocet raised her hands at the mechanical/organic guardian. It sat
down on its hind legs. It seemed almost passive now.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"  A loud voice boomed.

The Doctor put his head under the water, lowering his body as he moved
toward the deeper area.

"My uncle...and...and his father."  Innocet turned and jumped into the
water.

The Doctor was under the surface and Innocet met him there. "Time to go,"
Jeremy grabbed Jesse's right arm and helped him along.

The Doctor peeked up above the water and took in some air. Jesse saw him
and gave him an okay sign with his thumb and forefinger and winked at
him. The Doctor mimicked this and winked back at Jesse. "I think I just
imprinted on him."  Jesse said as he and Jeremy moved into the shadows of
the room and found a small creviced, stylized door way out.

They entered a tubular pitch black hallway. "I...I can't see you," Jesse
whispered.

"Why are you whispering?"

"I don't know."

"Take me hand."  Jeremy extended his.

"Oh, that'll make me feel better," Jesse scowled.

"Then, don't take it..."

Jesse put his hand out and took the hand in the dark. "I didn't say I
wouldn't take it. I love holding...your...hand?"

"Why is that in the form of a question?"

"Jeremy...are you holding my hand?"

"Yeah, well...it doesn't really feel like..."

"Yeah, and your's doesn't really feel like..."

"I think there's someone between us..."

A booming voice yelled at the same time the lights went on and a very fat
man was in the middle of them. "HAAAAAA!"  The fat man was shorter than
both boys, about 5'4, and smiling, his eyebrows up and joyful. He seemed
about 58 years old to them and as they screamed, they didn't care. Jesse
and Jeremy both let go of the hand but once they tried to run forward, they
realized the hallway just ended in a dead end. "WAIT, WAIT, WAIT," the
booming English voice yelled, "It's me! It's me! The Doctor! I'm the
Doctor!"  Both of them turned. Jeremy squinted his eyes. Jesse raised his
eyebrows and went wide eyed in horror. The Doctor met their gaze. Jeremy
moved closer and put his hand out and the Doctor took it. "Hullo," the fat
man said.

"Doctor, it is you," Jeremy said slowly.

The man had a Santa Claus nose, a forehead that seemed to go on forever,
topped by a parted bush of hair, which seemed to be mostly gray down the
middle of the part and for a great deal more going down the part on both
sides but giving way to a more brunette appearance. He had chubby cheeks, a
thick, almost Vee and mean spirited eyebrows, and a thin moustache leading
to a slightly thicker but not full beard that didn't go further down than
his chin. His hair was long and covered his ears and for about two inches
longer than that but not quite going to his stout shoulders.

He looked a lot like this, clothes and all:

http://www.wearysloth.com/Gallery/ActorsM/11702-14089.gif

...although the clothes looked more formal and like this and the umbrella
was over his arm:

http://actors.pick2web.com/pics/379695/leomckern.jpg

He pulled Jeremy closer, "Jeremy, I presume..."

Jeremy looked him in the face, having to look down from his higher stature,
"Hello, Doctor, another regeneration?"  He smiled.

"Degeneration. This is what I looked like, oh, I don't know how many
regenerations ago..."

He was about to ask Jeremy if he liked it when he rounded on Jesse and saw
the boy squinting at him. He squinted back and drew closer, not letting go
of Jeremy's hand.  He drew so close that Jesse had to stand up straight out
of his hunched squinted and made a face. Jesse took it in: the jacket over
a waist coat, the long old fashioned trousers, and the red bow tie. "Oh
dear God..."  Jesse gasped in utter horror and his tone was more than
critical.

"No, no, not quite that," the fat Doctor said.

"You..."  Jesse rounded the Doctor and made a full revolution around the
fat man, "...you can't be the Doctor..."

The Doctor smiled at him, "I am, I can assure you. I take it you don't..."

"Oh uhm, Doctor," Jeremy turned the man toward him, "What have you been
doing here?"

"I found my way here quite by accident, having just remembered my way quite
by...route so to speak," the deep voice explained as Jesse examined the
man's ass and shook his head. "I was looking for and found the looms
there," he pointed to a wall that slid open to a huge web of intricate
design. "I thought they might help me in my current dilemma but alas, they
are not. They are no longer active and I cannot seem to wait out a time for
a time that they might appear."

Jeremy slowly said, "The looms? You mean the things that made it possible
for Gallefreans...uhm, Time Lords to be born when no time lords could be?"

"Yes, thanks to the Pythia curse, not a nice woman," The Doctor puffed up
and grabbed his lapels, "Though, I'm sure she..."  he was distracted for a
moment by Jesse who was still examining him in disgust... "...she had her
reasons at the time. At the time there was a terrible semi sort of war
going on between the magics, who were mostly female, and the Higher Order
who were mostly Time Lords, new ones...I was sort of born or reborn as the
Doctor from this other guy called. I think the Other...not sure. I...my
time line is mostly fucked up. That's one of...one of your words, isn't it,
Jesse?"  He turned to Jesse who was bewildered. He looked serious, "I can
assure you it is me, Jesse and with all the knowledge that uhm, that your
Doctor had...has. I am the Doctor. It's still me inside. Just my outside
has changed."

"Doc...he'll get..."  Jeremy started.

"Don't call me Doc," the Doctor laughed and his fat pecs shook.

Jesse leaned back on the wall, "Dear God."  He shut his eyes.

"You love him and you know it," Jeremy said.

"Of course he does," The Doctor smiled, "And we haven't time to waste
worrying about this."

"This?" Jesse stood up straight, "This?"

"You love him, no matter what he looks like," Jeremy said, over the turned
shoulder of the Doctor, letting go of the Doctor's hand and getting behind
him. He made a face at Jesse over the Doctor's shoulder, "Tell him so."

"Oh, I, uh, of course I love him," Jesse said, "Spiritually..."

The Doctor ignored him and turned to Jeremy, "Here..." he looked at the
loom web workings, "I can remember waiting to be born. All strung out..."
he moved toward it, his mind lost in the past. Jeremy looked worriedly at
Jesse and then back to the Doctor's back. The Doctor drew near the web.

"Doctor, don't get too close," Jeremy said, "You told us that the looms
cannot help you. It might make things worse if you..."

"What fell in? Do you also think me too fat to be able to hold myself up
from such a fate?"

"No, I...I'm just worried about you, that's all."

"I can see the look on your face...his and your's as
well. Love. Pffttt. Can you hold it? What good is it? I love you both," he
said, not looking at them but staring at the webs in the wall and it was
then that the two boys noticed how deep the Looms went, almost endless into
the side of the house. Jeremy drew to the Doctor's side and looked over.

"Waiting. Waiting outside the lines. It was like being all strung out. All
unraveled inside the loom. I was spread really thin..."

Jesse was next to him on the other side, "Well, that didn't work out for
you, did it?"

"Jesse, stop it," Jeremy said and moved to that side, rounding behind the
Doctor and pulling Jesse away.

The Doctor turned, "No, no. Let him," he said seriously, with such a tone
that frightened Jesse.

Jesse swallowed. He had no idea how he could put forth how he was feeling
and being against both of them was not the ideal place to be. And he knew
it. "I will love you spiritually...No, no. I'm just kidding..."

Jeremy forced a smile, "No, you're not."

Jesse shrugged, "I...Doctor, I'm sorry. It's just...not attractive to me."
He made a motion to the chin which indicated the beard. "The moustache, the
beard, you look about 70 years old..."  he said this with disgust, "I'm so
so so sorry but I just ..."  he looked at Jeremy, "I can't tap that."

Jeremy went wide eyed and was speechless.

The Doctor went wide eyed as well.

"I...I...I..."

"Three eyes makes you a very egotistical young woman."

"Did you just call me a woman?"

The Doctor began to laugh long and hard and loud. As he laughed really
hard, and this echoed down the hallway and up through cavernous rafters in
the Looms, he held his stomach which shook with girth. "I love this young
man..."

"I'm sorry. I'm shallow, I know....but..."

"It's brave of you to admit your truth...I just wish you could love me for
me..."

"I do. I really do. I'm not just about sex you know..."

"Oh, no?"

"No. I do love the Doc...tor. I really do. But I need the physical too and
this...this..."  he sounded disgusted again, "Just ain't gonna cut it for
me."

"Good thing then that we all have an open relationship," the Doctor said.
"Although I must admit a good lay would just about give me the energy that
I need to return to Gallifrey's capital."

Jeremy took Jesse aside, "Go on, take one for the team."

Jesse laughed, "You must be joking?"

The Doctor was starting to examine his own body. He touched his throat and
wondered about his voice box. The Doctor called over from where he was,
"Tell me, boy, do I sound Australian?"

"Uhm, a bit, yeah," Jesse said as low as he could, "I want you to do
something for me?"

"What?"

"Kill me."

Jeremy laughed, "I'm not gonna do that."

"Then kill him," Jesse shut his eyes.

"Go on, take one for the team," Jeremy laughed.

"You're not helping matters," Jesse snorted. "I just can't..."

"Seriously? You're just gonna bail on him? Because of how he looks?"

"I'm thinking about it."

"Well, I'm not...


"I CAN'T have sex with that."

Jeremy smiled, "I don't think he can with us."

Jesse called over, "What's going on with your left eye?"

"I don't think it's working?"  The Doctor put his finger into it.

"Maybe cause'n you got your finger in it?"

"No, no. When I was in this body originally, I was 15 years into it and I
had some kind of accident."

"Daleks?"

"No. I think it had something to do with Love's Labour's Lost. Or the
Village...feels almost useless now..."

Jesse whispered, "Among other body parts..."

"Did you know that Roger K. Barrett does not exist?"

"Yes, yes, thought you knew that," Jesse called to him, then back to
Jeremy, whispering, "What are we gonna do with him? He's in no
shape...really NO shape to go up against Time Lords, the Gallefrean Guard,
and the Master...not to mention who knows what else is out there waiting
for us or rather in that Citadel and the Capital...we've got to get out of
this and back to Earth..."

Jeremy took him by the shoulders, "I can't believe you. You really want to
abandon him?"

Jesse stared into Jeremy's eyes. His gaze wavered. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."  He
pulled free of Jeremy's grip and moved back to the Doctor. "So we might be
able to get back to that stupid Capital of this stupid planet of your's. We
think we found a way thanks to this kid called Romano..."

"Romano, haven't heard of her since...oh, a boy?"

"Yes," Jesse added.

"I am getting too young for this."

Jesse smiled, "Now you're talking like the Doctor...making perfect sense
out of nonsense or the other way around..."

Suddenly the landscape around them changed to show them at the foot of a
lagoon. "My room...is just beyond that ..."  the Fat Doctor pointed. In the
water something large swam. Jesse saw one. Then another one. "What
the...did you see that? Inside your family house?"

"Let's go to my room, no, no, can't do that. The North Annex is blocked by
a lagoon of hybridized water sligs that I, uh, crossed..." he chuckled
nervously, "...with some petalled orchids."  He looked the astonished boys
as he showed them the lagoon.  "Broke out, didn't they? By the time they
did, they were big as ichthydiles, weren't they?"

Jesse pointed, "That cute little naked kid back there was you?"

The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, yes, I suppose he must be or
have been, mustn't he?"

Jesse looked at the huge figures swimming in the water, "You really let him
turn into a creepy kid like you, didn't you?"

Jeremy nodded, "Well, we can't go that way. No matter how adventurous I'm
feeling..."

Jesse peered into the water, at the edge, "Well, if nothing else, they have
some really funky, cool colors..."

The Doctor ignored him. "I think I know the panel that has that
teleport...my father used to have it set up, of course. There must be a
short cut around here somewhere."  He moved toward a new door that seemed
to light up as he walked. "I think he was in league with someone from the
future...it could have been Romano or maybe someone like him or his mother
or something or maybe another version of him, Romana...you know..." he
stopped as he started to pass through the door and as he stopped, Jesse
bumped into his back, and Jeremy bumped into Jesse's back. "I think they
are one and the same..."

Jesse recovered from the bump and whispered, "You know, that's the closest
I think I'll come to having sex with this incarnation of the Doc."

"Not everything is about sex, Jesse," Jeremy whispered.

"Oh no?"  Jesse asked and turned to follow the Doctor toward the panel
room.

"Of course, everything is about sex," the Doctor said, "Sooner or later or
presently."  He opened the panel.

"He's mad," Jesse said, "You know that, he's utterly stark raving mad."

"How'd we get here, Doc..."  Jeremy asked, "because it was totally the
other way that we..."

"It's Gallifrey and time is not right on it presently or futurely or
pastly...I think it has something to do with that Master chap..."  He
stepped between the poles, "...I'm sure I know him from somewhere. You two
will have to follow me as I can't fit in it with the two of you. You are
both much too muscle bound to fit in here with me..."

"Doc..." Jeremy called out and pointed as the Doctor vanished slowly, "Let
us go first..."  It was too late. The Doctor was gone.

"Yeah and you're...much too fat," Jesse called out. Jeremy rounded on him,
furious. Jesse added, "He is, he's much too fat. Bet he can't even find his
dick let alone see it."

"Oh my God, stop it!"


In a metallic but thin walled hallway which was also very narrow, Morbius
stopped and lifted moved his sash, opened his robe, and looked at his hip
and upper stomach. The burn wound was already healing. "No, NO, not now."
He concentrated. "How did he show me that? Hold off regeneration? He was
able to do it, so must I."  He closed his eyes and looked into his own
body, finding all the power building. He shook his head after a minute and
looked at his wounds. They were healed and he smiled.  "I'm still me
outside but inside... I'm more powerful than ever before and it feels...who
the hell am I talking to?"  He nodded and moved off.

He turned the corner and found himself where he wanted to be. Morbius went
to a metallic cell wall. Two red suited guards were there, stoic and
starting. "Hello I'm here to see the prisoners..."

"What?"  A young brunette asked, "All of them..."

"Yes, this way," Morbius grabbed the brunette as the redheaded guard took
out his staser gun and fired. Morbius ducked as he shoved the brunette
infront of him and the staser took off his face and the brunette yelped and
fell, dead. At the same time, Morbius had quickly grabbed up the brunette's
staser and leveled it so that the shot he fired blew a fiery hole in the
redhead's chest. The man looked down.

As he fell, the redhead said, "Morbius...Omegan..."

"Not any more," Morbius smiled as the redhead fell.  "Guards. Lowly
Gallefreans. Too bad not all of you are Time Lords. Pffsst. You're a
formality. They didn't think anyone could get into this."  From his robes,
he took out a small box and put it on the door.  "I came prepared. Wish I
knew it was to be this soon but no matter...time waits for no man..."  As
his box stuck to the door and whizzed sounds out, he stared at the dead
guards, "Regeneration should be for all...but if not...we need..." He
waited until the box stopped whizzing, removed it, and then put his finger
to the door and it fell inward to a series of cells, "...allies..."  He
moved to the first of a glass plated cell. He put the box on it. The plate
soon vanished into air molecules. Morbius took out another object, a long
pen like device. "Hear me out. I know you didn't think I would make good my
promise but I have...the time has come now...for you to help me and to..."

"EXTERMINATE!"  A Dalek, eight feet tall, bright POWER RANGER orange all
around except for the many bubble hemispheres, which are gray, rolled over
to him.

Morbius put up his hands, "Well, not me, not me," he laughed and showed the
Dalek the pen device, "This will assure your cooperation that it is not me
you exterminate."

The Dalek stopped rolling at him.

"I see you remember our last conversation."

The Dalek screeched, "You have been planning this for a very long time."

"Indeed, I have," Morbius stated, "For Omega to be returned but now...I
have other plans that will have to see Omega wait...possibly forever."  He
held up the pen device and it had four buttons on side, all different
colors and on the other four squares. "This will allow you the power you
need to fire that far too long out of service gun you have there. After
that we shall go to the weaponry roon and get weapons for the others."

"Others? Allies still in cells?"

Morbius snickered.  "Let's free our other allies, shall we?"

"One Paradim Dalek is all you shall need for your purposes!"

"And I believe you but the more firepower we have against Time Lords, the
better."

"What you say makes brilliant strategy, however, once we have accomplished
our goals, it will be necessary to eliminate all allies."

"Except me, of course," Morbius held up the pen, "And then you shall be
returned to your war, wherever and whenever that is."

"It would be preferable to remain here."

"When the time comes, that may be preferred by me as well," Morbius smiled.
He moved over to another cage. A Cybus Industries Cyberman was there.
"Will you do the others unless your passions do not, uhm, extend to those
areas?"

"Your lack of linguistic sense is not lost on me but I am capable."  It
rolled to another section.

As the Dalek freed a Sontaran and an Ice Warrior, Morbius murmured, "And
your lack of a sense of humor is lost on me...I don't know how any race so
lacking in the ability to laugh at itself could have gotten so close to
taking over the universes...case in point, these very nearly didn't even
exist which is commiserate with their lack of any emotion
whatsoever...although there are a few that do display...such a hot temper
that you'd think they reigned in hello..."  he finished the Cyberman plate
glass and the Cyberman marched up to him, all noisy stomps.


"Ailla, will you see if that cat has returned," a man said. He was young
and wearing a brown tunic with brown pants and black shoes. He didn't have
a beard but some stubble and his dark eyes betrayed nothing but a kind
soul.

"Yes, Master," Ailla joked. A long haired blond with blue eyes, she turned,
not quite seductively but in a jovial fashion. She wore a long almost see
through dress and under that a blue tunic and blue leg ins. She turned from
a baby tram which had wheels on it and metallic devices for feeding and
drinking.

Before Ailla reached the door, a side door opened and in walked a younger
looking man, about 17 but the older looking man, Koch, smiled, "Father,
when will you learn to knock?"

The older but younger looking blond man smiled back at him. At his side was
a blond woman, not unlike Ailla, looking about the same age. "Hello,
Patience," Ailla turned from the door to greet her and kiss her, "Have you
gotten used to the word grandmother, yet?"

Patience leaned over the tram and kissed the baby, "Oh, my joy over it will
never subside."

"Really?" the blond father said and used his right hand to touch the cheek
of the baby and his left hand to touch the cheek of his wife at the same
time. He stood up and cleared his throat.  "It's my estimation that in
time, we, all of us, will forget each other."

"Father?"  Koch shook his head, "Must you be so...calculating?"


As the women looked over the tram making the baby smile, the father took
Koch to a table and chair area in a living room. "I see it this way," he
motioned for him to sit down, "We are very long lived. I, your father, look
even younger than you do. Ailla and Patience are far from contemporaries,
yet look at them? They look like twin sisters, just about."

"I'm sorry about that," Koch says, "I never realized. I guess I must have
your taste."

Father smiled, "That's not what I'm talking about. In time, we, all of us,
will go our separate ways. Our memories might even get distorted by travel
in time and space, even at our regular and quite boring, I might add,
duties as watchers of the universes."

"But just think of all you've already seen. We've already seen. All of us,
except Ailla, she has no passion for Time Lord observation."

Ailla called over, "Or of any Time Lord agendas."

Patience laughed, "Not even trying to find out if Omega survives?"

"That, my dear mother in law, is your passion and these days, it might be a
very dangerous one."

"I'm not really that concerned," Patience said but her tone changed as she
said it, proving she was a bit upset by the danger it would put her family
in. "Besides, I haven't really pursued that goal like the Omegas have."

"Omegans?" Ailla said, "It's widely known you are one of them."

"I guess," she said.

Koch heard an alarm on his monitor. He stood and moved to the wall unit and
put it on. As he did, Ailla whispered to her mother in law, "There's talk
that you even knew him personally."

Patience went wide eyed and shook her head as if to tell Ailla that this
was not a conversation they should be having in front of Father. "Shhh, not
that again."

"Sorry," Ailla stood, "But she does look like her grandfather, doesn't
she?"

"Nothing like."  Patience laughed, "She has dark hair already. More like
her own father. My son."

The newscaster named Runcible, a skinny, worn man, was on the screen.
"President Rees has declared that all the rebels, formerly known as
Omegans, should be brought in alive. He wants it known that just because he
was the opposition to Omega, he does not wish them harm, nor did he want
the accident that left Omega ...lost. Or dead."

As the newscast went on, both women watched the screen. Koch snorted,
"Rees, that backward fossil of a man...how old is he now?"

Father stood up now and went to his side but did not look at him, "I will
have none of that talk in this complex! I stand by Rees totally. Omega
would have driven us to the brink of scientific disaster just as we
recovered from that Pythia thing."

"Omega and Rassalon somewhat got you all out of that tight spot but how
were they thanked? Omega left to rot or dead in some anti matter
universe..."

"Keep that down," the Father yelled, "One never knows who is listening!"

"My, my goodness, you're afraid of them, aren't you?"  Koch turned his back
on his father.

"Only for your safety," the Father put a hand on Koch's back. "And the
baby's. Pffft, in Time Lord terms, you're still a baby yourself. Just
because you and I are the Academy together...both of us as students and I
as teacher at times....doesn't mean we are...go gently.  Please, times will
change. This will pass, just as all things do. And no Time Lord can live
past 13 lives, not even me."

Koch turned and embraced his father, who stood aback but welcomed it,
"Father, you? You shall live to the ripe old age of the universe...and
beyond."  They hugged.

"I almost forgot, the cat, Wolsey," Ailla moved to the door and pressed a
button and it slid open. On the other side was another Omegan, the other
wounded man. He fell, blood on his side and his head. She tried to catch
him but couldn't hold him and he dragged her down with him.

As Runcible went on and on, the others ran to the fallen man but Koch
helped his wife up. "Xonto," Patience whispered, "It's Xonto."

"Who is he?"  The Father asked.

"He's...an Omegan," Patience gasped.

"Is he dead?"  Koch asked from checking his wife.

"I'm allright," Ailla said, "He's not dead. I could hear him breathing when
we fell."

"I'll get the healing pads," Patience ran from the room to the door toward
their own cubicle home. Koch removed the man's upper robe to find the
wounds.

"This looks...bad," Koch said, "Very bad. I'm not sure..."

Patience came back soon enough and applied pads to the man's side and
forehead. "These should help."  She stooped to help move the man.

"Oh, I wouldn't move him yet," Father said, "It might be dangerous to him."

"And to us?"  Koch asked, near the man, and also on his knees trying to
tend to the man.

"Yes, as a matter of fact but until he heals some more, I wouldn't move
him. I don't think he's going to regenerate for some reason...I see none of
the energy forming...if he does..."

"Father, you talk as if you have that degree already..." Patience turned
from her duties on the floor.

"Studying under Lister in the past, is far from a
degree...Experience. That's what it is."

Koch laughed, "Becoming a medical Doctor here was too hard for him."

Father fumed, "Tend to the man while I contact the Councillor Goth. He will
protect us."

Koch gasped, "You will not! Goth may be your councilor but not mine. He is
in league with Rees..."

"Well, then I shall call the guard itself," the Father said, "I will remain
loyal to the President and the old ways."

"Submissive, you mean!" Koch yelled. "This is my home and this man sought
refuge here, among us."

Father looked at his wife, "I can't imagine why."

"I'm sorry. I was going to tell you," Patience said, "I was. I am no longer
a member but..."

"He's coming round," Ailla said, "I think...I think he's still in danger
though..."

Xonto looked up at her. He had a handsome, youngish face and deep brown
eyes. He looked at Patience as if he knew her...intimately.  And she looked
back at him, worried that he was wounded and even more worried that he gave
her THAT look.

Xonto gasped, "Patien...it is you. I made it. Ailla? It...It was
B...Ma...if they find me, they will kill me and probably all of you."  He
passes out again.

"How does he know me?"  Ailla asked.

Koch asked, "I'm more worried about how he knows my mother."

Patience asked, "What did you say?"

"I'm going to call the security forces." Father stood up again and moved to
the communication device.

Koch went over to a wall and removed from a cubby a staser gun, "You shall
not!"



>From a wall, an Ice Warrior tore out and hit both huge hands against the
back of a guard. The man fell. The Ice Warrior snorted, "My raccccce need
few if any weaponsssssss..."

Morbius came from behind a corner and put a small round explosive on the
door. "Still, weapons can come in handy..."  He ran. The Ice Warrior
followed and the door was blown open. Guards came running but Morbius from
a corner shot them all down with the staser he stole from the guards that
he killed earlier. "We move quickly!"


In a hallway, Jesse asked, "What the hell was that?"

"It sounded like it came from the weapons room!"  The fat Doctor tried to
run but found his fat legs would not let him. "Oh, I hate this body."

"Tell me about it," Jesse snorted.

"Can you two just take cover," The Doctor snorted back.

"Highly unlikely," Jeremy said, "You were telling us you wanted to get to
the Weapons Room. Is that what just blew up?"

"No, no," the Doctor said, "That would have been a much larger explosion. I
think somebody's trying to get inside!"

"Well, is there another way to it besides that way?"  Jeremy nodded.

"Perhaps," the Doctor said and pointed down another corridor but turned to
the exact opposite direction and pointed that way and back again to the
first corridor. "I'll go the original way, you two head around that way and
meet me from the other side."  He moved down the hallway.

Jesse patted Jeremy on the back, "C'mon, we can get there ahead of him and
make sure he's safe."

"I don't know," Jeremy shook his head, "Something's not right."

"Haven't you noticed, nothing's right on this planet. Time out of whack
under the noses of the race that's supposed to be the most time sensitive,
Doctor degenerating into past selves' bodies with knowledge of his present
self, Death Zones, Dinosaurs! Cavemen that want to fuck us! Robot warriors!
Dalek!"

"Don't mention them," Jeremy said, "If I've seen the last of them..."

"NOT THEM! Just one! Dalek, here and now! RUN!"  Jesse gasped. He pushed
Jeremy to the side and a bolt of energy, fired by the Dalek, destroyed part
of the wall behind them!



End credits
The 10 year old  Doctor...Alex Roe (from THE CALLING and THE FUGITIVES)
The Father Doctor...William Hartnell (age 17)
The ? Doctor ...Leo McKern
The ? Doctor...Jon Lee (from S Club)
Jeremy...Jeremy
Jesse....Jesse
Maxil...Colin Baker