Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2013 16:11:50 -0500 (EST)
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 119

I can't wait on this any longer and I don't know how many episodes I can
actually find time to write (although I have thousands of story ideas as
you can tell from the scenes to future stories and even future
Doctors—Telfer, Styles, and Thwaites) so I have to do this now:

This episode and indeed, large parts of this story, is dedicated to
Nicholas Courtney, Elizabeth Sladen, Gerry Anderson, Caroline John, David
Brierly, and Mary Tamm. Time permitting I wanted to dedicate episodes that
pertain more to the characters they played and ideas in Anderson's case
that they inspired. I love them all.



DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, AND JEREMY   119


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4_wSxMBNk4

In space, a burst of energy with light rays that are blue, red, and green,
all melding into a blast that then separates. It split apart but left
behind two more light rays that herald the arrival of purple waves of a
time corridor, a formation making a star field. The star field forms and
many stars seem to unfold from among it. The Colin Baker Doctor's face
forms from it and then from his head splits more energy ribbons, this time
red, yellow, purple, and green. Then his face comes toward us, smiling and
splits leaving behind a tubular formation of energy that forms the words
DOCTOR WHO. That, too, splits, and forms many more ribbons that eventually
dissipate. Jesse sat up on the table...as the title...appears...


ADVENT OF THE MASTER


...or AN AWFUL LOT OF RUNNING


...the star field vanishes into...

Jesse looked at the woman who saved his life and who had just saved the
life of another young man. "Koch..."  the girl stated, "What trouble have
you and your meddlesome family made for yourselves...and for me...this
time?"

Jesse whispered, "My head...oi...I just had the strangest vision. There was
this star field..."

"Be silent..."  the girl had opened the eyes of the man on the table next
to his.  She was staring into them.

"But someone was playing this kazoo...yeah, a kazoo music...it was most
annoying...I tried playing one once..."

The girl turned to him, her long brown hair flinging around her face, "Will
you be silent? In Earth terms, will you shut up?"  She faltered, "Wasn't
Gazoo the name of one of your future Earth men?"

"No!"  Jesse shouted. Then, he lowered his voice, "At least, I don't think
so."

"No, I'm wrong. The Great Gazoo. Little green floating guy from Botox...no,
Zetox..."

"I think you're thinking of the Flint..."

Koch opened his eyes and slanted his head to the left to see the
girl. "Ushas. So, it was you who saved me. I thought I was dreaming."

"And you thought to yourself, if I was in it, it was a nightmare."

"Never thought of you as a nightmare. A monarch some day, maybe."

"Monarch, me?" She laughed.

Koch sat up but Ushas made him lay back down. "Don't try to get up, just
yet. You were dead. Koch. Can you mind link with me. It won't cause you
much strain if I only read what's happened."

Koch nodded. He opened his eyes. Ushas stared at him. Jesse flung his legs
around the table he was laying on and sat up to watch. He was amazed at
their concentration. Even so, he knew he could break it if he wanted to. He
didn't.

Ushas broke the contact after a time. "That knackered it. I was willing to
try to wait around until your family found me a pardon for that silly giant
rat incident but I can wait no longer."

"Where will you go?"

Ushas put a finger to the side of her nose, "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Probably that dreadful Miasimia Goria."

Ushas's eyes widened, "Don't go spreading that around!"

Jesse hopped off the table and landed, much more steady now. "Miasimia
Goria? Good God, you...you're the Rani!"

Ushas took out a small gun and pointed it at Jesse, "I should do you in
right now for that."

Jesse put his hands up in the air. His eyes went wide. The girl's entire
demeanor changed. Her face looked hard and cold.

Koch nodded and put his head back down, "Don't. I think...I think he's one
of father's friends."

The Rani pointed the gun at Jesse and stepped closer to him. Jesse shut his
eyes and then looked right into her's. "I should, Koch. There's more
knowing in these eyes than in even your father's. He knows more than even
we do about what's happened here."

Jesse gulped, "I'll tell you what I know. As long as time isn't disrupted."

"As long as time isn't...he even sounds like your father. And he's from
Earth, Koch, YOUR favorite planet."

"How do you plan to get away?"  Koch asked.

"I know more about your father and his father than you think. There are
secret escape capsules. Rani, aye?"  The Rani smiled. "You can put your
hands down now."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"  Jesse kept his hands up.

The Rani turns and backed out of the room, "A good thing. For me. You all
deserve each other. Caring more for the safety of the council, and of time
and of cats than of people. My experiments will help others. I will show
all of you that I can be of some good."

Jesse watched the Rani back to the door. She moved so that the table was
between herself and Jesse. He put his hands down and leaned on the table.
"We know you can be of some good," he said, "You just saved both our
lives."

"Good? That? That's debatable."

Jesse frowned, "Thanks a lot."

"Don't push her, boy."

"But saved them, I did," She kept Jesse covered with the laser gun.  "At
the risk of my own. No. No, I've seen what the Council and the Guards do to
those that oppose them. To Omega. To others. Even with near immortality,
they do not come back from that kind of punishment. Farewell, cute, blond
one," the Rani smiled, and blew him a kiss, "I trust we shall meet again."

"Well, not as you are..."

"Don't tell me. I want it to be a surprise..."  she opened the door with
her free hand, pressing a button that made it slide open. "...when I either
intercourse you or kill you ..."

"That's kinda sick..."

"...or both. Fare thee well but on this planet, I doubt you shall."  She
backed out and slid the door closed again.

Jesse turned to the man on the table, "Friend of yours?"

"Of my father's. She was. I guess. We all belonged to this group, you see."

"Yeah. No, I don't. It doesn't matter. I've got to go find your...my
friend...he's known only as the Doctor."

"I can help you," Koch sat up and slowly made his way to his feet and off
the table.

"You should take more time."

Koch smiled, "We Time Lords have a bit stronger recuperative powers than
you humans from Earth do. No offense."

Jesse patted him on the back, "No offense taken since Earth is your
favorite planet."


"What you did to my body," Omega said, "Just look at it!"  He took off his
helmet mask and put it on the desk. There was no face. "I'm incorporeal!"

"Oh, been there, done that," The Doctor waved off, "Why don't you grow up!
Evolve, will you, Omega! Stop your ranting!"

"Evolve!? I can no further evolve for already I AM THE GOD OF THE TIME
LORDS!"

"Well, God, here's wishing you evolve or grow up!"  The Doctor looked up
and snarled.

"I will now direct the Axon to kill you!"

"DO IT!"  The Doctor yelled.

"What? Have it kill you?"

"NO, grow up and evolve!"

As if on cue, Omega's gloves rose to his head or where his head should
be. "I am..."  he began to yell and the yell slowly turned to a pain filled
scream. "It burns on my body, the cloth!"

"It's matter!"  The Doctor yelled and grabbed the robe, "Get if off! Quick,
Omega, take your clothes off!"

"WHAT IS THIS!!!" Omega screamed as he tore off his robes and his pants,
literally shredding them with his might. He kicked off his boots, too. "MY
SKIN BURNS!"

"You're changing!"  The Doctor yelled as Borusa stood up and the Doctor put
an arm out to shield Borusa away from Omega, "NO! DON'T GO NEAR HIM! HE'S
becoming something akin to matter and anti matter in one body!"

As they watched, Omega's eyes appeared in sockets that were not
there. Veins, nerves, capillaries formed around his face. They saw some
blood, too but all of it was half translucent. Gums sported teeth. His
entire body was filling in but only to a point. Blue, red, sinewy muscle
appeared.  As the half body appeared, minus skin, Borusa looked over the
Doctor's shoulder, nearly putting his chin on the smaller man's
shoulder. "He must have had the word evolve imprinted in his genetic
code...a command given to his genes to do so. Turn into matter but it's
backfired!"

"Did I do that?"

"You might have some time in his past but your future."

The Doctor nodded, "Makes sense to me!"

Omega's skinless fingers on is left hand touched the Doctor's hand and the
Doctor fell to his knees. He began to yell and scream, too. Borusa smiled,
"Excellent!"  Borusa ran out of the room as the Doctor fell onto his back,
his knees still bent. Omega was screaming and so was the Doctor.

The Doctor yelled, "I'M COMING APART!!!!"  A time tunnel of energy appeared
around his face. His face contorted and changed and twisted. A circular
hole filled the face and the face changed. The hair looked like a wig of
brown which was discarded by the process. His body began to pulsate and The
Sixth Doctor's face appeared and the energy began to subside but then it
started again. The Doctor's head was on the ground and it was the Sixth's
Doctor head.  "DE-Regenerating!"  The Doctor rolled over and stood up but
he stooped in pain, "The degeneration isn't stopping. This is it for me!
Goodbye Jeremy!"  The Sixth Doctor tried to stand up, his hand hit the wall
and he flat palmed it. His other hand went to his head. The energy blew the
Axon away from him and Omega. The creature hit the wall and fell
sideways. "It's not stopping! The force will kill us both, Omega!"

Zoom in on the pained expression of the Sixth Doctor's face...

He looked up and saw the Rani running past him. She glanced back at
him. The Sixth Doctor's face stared up at her through his pain. He reached
for her, "Help me!"  He also heard Omega yelling. "Help us!"

The Rani nodded and was afraid. "His body is becoming part matter and part
anti matter. His outer skin is reacting to the matter of his clothes..."

In a frenzy, Omega has taken off all his clothes and it seemed as if his
skin was entirely off. He looked as if he were the living embodiment of the
human musculature system chart but of course, bones were also seen and his
eyes were their normal blue color shining through the bone under his
muscles. But it was the muscles that covered his body and the circulatory
system.

The Rani was repulsed and gasped, "I can't! I can't! I can't!  I won't!"
Her last statement was a resolve of a sort, of a cold heartedness she
adopted to save herself. The Doctor sat up and watched as she ran to a
SIDRAT. She turned the gun so that the rear of the gun fit into the side of
the SIDRAT as if it were a key. The SIDRAT opened and the Rani ran
inside. The Doctor seemed to stabilize as Omega still yelled. In a frenzied
state and yelling for help, Omega ran out of the room followed by the Axon.

"Poor chap."  His voice was hoarse. He tried to clear his throat. He tried
a few voice exercises but none worked, "La, la, la la la, la la la la la la
laa la la la la la" (see Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea-episode Escape
from Venice) and "me me me me me me meee...makes me one egotistical and
relatively young Time Lord," and "Uhm, uhm uhmmm, uhmmm."  He disregarded
all of them, "No, that won't do at all. Rani? She doesn't even know what
Rani is."  His throat hurt, "Oh dear. One more into the brine...the rain in
Spain falls mainly on the plain?"  He shook his head, "This was a tough
one, wasn't it, old body? Still feels raw."

He tried one last voice exercise, "The beets in Beta boil better on the
burner?"  He shook his long curly blond hair again and stood up. He looked
down at his multi colored coat, under which he wore a bold pink, purple,
and green dupion silk waistcoat accompanied by a yellow cravat decorated
with an intense star field pattern. "The height of sartorial elegance if I
might say so myself."  He tapped the time piece held by the neon green
watch chain that hung from his pocket, "Time has flowed by."  He also wore
a white button down shirt with question marks on the sleeves and collar and
a yellow tie with stars on it.


Jesse and the young man Koch were in the room of the dead family. "There's
no saving any of them, I'm afraid."

"This was your friend's family, my family," Koch cried. He had wet eyes. He
was on his knees looking over the body of his wife and then he looked up at
Jesse. Jesse knew the man had snapped. The wetness vanished. When they made
eye contact, Jesse saw a coldness in place of the sorrow. The man gave a
wry almost smile and stood up.

"I know and...I...I'm sorry," Jesse said again. "But ...I can get you out
of here."

"There...there is something I must do first," Koch said, at first walking
slowly and methodically. Suddenly, he seemed full of energy when just
moments ago, he was sad and filled with grief. His mourning seemed to have
vanished. He went into another room.

Jesse looked around and moved to the exit door and looked out into the hall
nervously. "What are you doing? We have to get out of here."

From the other room, Koch called to him, "Go ahead of me, if you must but I
have to do this. It will help us in our bid for escape."

Jesse turned and went into the room, "What will? What are you..." Jesse
took in the room. It was small but it was definitely a laboratory. It
resembled the room of the Doctor Who and the Daleks 1960s movie...

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...all dark wall paper and hanging wires from machines on the ceiling and
walls, all of them looking ancient, a curious mix of advanced machinery and
old fashioned hardware. The man was at a table, his back to Jesse. Jesse
looked over his shoulder at the table the man was working on. Jesse's eyes
went wide. Koch was assembling something. He gulped and backed up.

Koch realized something was wrong but didn't bother with it. He turned to
Jesse and put two pieces of his long cylinder device together. Jesse
realized it as he saw the device being made before his eyes. He looked from
the device in the man's hands to the man's cold eyes. "You...you're the
Master!"  He watches as the Master, Koch, puts the finished touches on the
first tissue compressor.

The Master smiled, "What a good name to call myself."  He put the cylinder
into a hole in a machine and flipped a huge hand lever down. The cylinder
glew and then, Koch shut the lever back into the off position. He turned to
Jesse, who backed against a wall. "Master. I like the sound of that. Yes, I
will. I will master all Time Lords and beyond. Including the one who
thought being submissive to them was good for his family."

Jesse, for a change, did not know what to say. He had backed to wall and
found he could go no further. He put his hands to the wall and tried not to
look so frightened or flabbergasted.

Koch, The Master smiled, "This little thing was something I made...an idea
my father first gave to me. What did you say he called himself in your
time? The Doctor."  He laughed.  "I can think of no name less fitting for
him. A healer? Him? He brought all of this down on our family."  Koch
looked at Jesse, "It should come in quite handy. But now, to test
it...since the cat ran off...I guess..."  He moved the Tissue Compressor at
Jesse's face, stepping closer. Koch's smile grew. Jesse closed his
eyes. "But no. You could be useful," the Master put his arm down, the one
that had the hand that held the weapon. "What to do, what to do? Plan as
follows...your plan was a good one."

Jesse wanted to say, "My plan?"  But the words would not come out.

"Yes, your plan. Steal one of those prototype time travel devices my family
has made...I have a mind for time travel and for working those
machines. I've taken enough of their boring classes to know it all," Koch
smiled. He turned to the table again, "And I will avenge my mother, my
wife, my baby daughter...but she was not there, was she? She may still be
alive... do you know if the Doctor...haha...took off with her or not? Did
someone else?"  When Koch turned back, Jesse was gone. He snuck off. "Smart
boy. Not to stay around me..."  He raised the weapon again, and held it
close to his own ear, "In my state, I'm liable to do anything...to
anyone..."  He grinned...  "And I'm beginning to remember things...things
they made me forget..."


"Where are Jeremy and the Doctor?"  Jesse snuck around a corner, his back
as close to the wall as possible. He saw the hallway ahead empty and ran
down it. He turned a corner where Maxil was wondering where his men were.

"Where are those fools?"  Maxil stated as he turned the same corner and saw
Jesse. Jesse realized he ran right into Maxil. Maxil pointed a gun at him,
"This fool will do. You are to executed here and now..."

"Why are Gallifreans so eager to kill with guns all the time!?"  Jesse shut
his eyes, "And usually with the guns pointed at me?"

"Prepared to die, I see, good, good," Maxil, his face that of the Sixth
Doctor smiled and with glee in his eyes.

Suddenly, Jesse was moved out of the way and Maxil found himself looking at
his own face. The Sixth Doctor. "Boy does have a point, Maxie..."

"What is this?"  Maxil gasped.

The Sixth Doctor jabbed his right fist into Maxil's face, punched him right
on the nose and then another jab with his left hand to the man's jaw. He
also him over the neck as the man bent down. Maxil was unconscious in no
time.

Jesse opened his eyes, "Doctor!?"

"You recognize me?"

"Of course."

"It must be hard gaze, my noble brow, my..."

"Your sartorial taste...no one but the Doctor would be caught in that
jacket," Jesse said. He bent down.

"Well, don't just stand there, Jesse, help me get his clothes off."

"Doc, do you think we should, here and now? I mean," Jesse whispered,
"There's a time and a place..."

"Not that, I can take his place. Unless you're blind, you must have noticed
he and I are identical in looks."

"Leave it to you to look like someone that tried to kill you in the
past. Do you have a fetish or something?"

"Huh?"  Taking off Maxil's cape and armor pads, the Sixth Doctor looked up
at him.

"Nothing," Jesse helped by taking off the man's boots, "Awww," Jesse
gasped, "Remind me to get him some ONOX Foot Solution..."  Jesse held his
own nostrils closed with two fingers on either side.

After they were finished...

"How do I look?"  The Sixth Doctor smiled.

"Nasty, odious, self-pompous, aggravatingly opinionated..."

The Sixth Doctor shook his curly head of blond hair, "Oh, almost my old
self..."  he put the red helmet on.

"Exactly, right," Jesse smiled, "Now, we've got to find Jeremy..."

 "Honestly," the Sixth Doctor frowned, "You could at least give me some
credit..."  he handled the gun from Maxil and spun it in his fingers.

"Careful with that."  Jesse said and looked around nervously, "Can we get
moving now? We've dilly dallied here long enough."

"Dilly dallied? Dilly dallied?! Dilly dallied!!!!"

Jesse put one finger in both ears.

"Young man, I don't dilly dally!! Dilly dally???! Dilly..."

Jesse put both hands on the Doctor's ample upper arms and whispered, "Will
you shut up?"

"Shut up? Shut up!"

"Yes, now!"  Jesse pulled him along the corridor. "You're having another
one of your fits."

"Jeremy isn't far," The Doctor turned serious again. They turned a
corner. "I ...I can feel him in my mind."

"Poor guy," Jesse said, "To be in such a world of darkness..."

"Yes," the Doctor smiled. "This way."



Jeremy turned a corner in a corridor, "Planet of hallways..."  He looked
back the way he came, "Oh, Doctor, where are you?"

"Halt, young man! Or I shall de-atomize you," the image of Maxil appeared
behind him. Jeremy turned and had his hands up.

"Oh, man, I can't believe this is how it is going to end," Jeremy blinked,
"You...don't I know you?"

Maxil smiled. Jesse rounded the corner, "Doctor, are you making him think
you're Maxil, that's a cruel thing to do!"

Jeremy swallowed, lowered his hands, and gulped. "Iiii...it's you."

Jesse nodded again and again, "Yup, I'm alive," he said, "I'm alive!"  He
did this in his best Colin Clive voice.

Jeremy ran to him and hugged him around the shoulders, pinning his arms to
the boy. He squeezed. He kissed Jesse's lips just as Jesse tried to open
them. Jeremy whisked Jesse off his feet and spun him around. The Doctor
stood back and examined, at first smiling, but then tut tutting. "Such a
show of emotion. Quite unlike me."

"Don't we know," Jeremy said as he looked up at Jesse, "What?"  He kissed
him again on and in the mouth. "What happened? You were in my
arms...dead. I mean you were dead..."

Jesse smiled, "It's so nice to be loved...can you put me down now before
the Time Lord guards find us in this position and embarrassing though it is
for them, and as hot as it is for me to feel your chest on my stomach and
my own ample chest..."

The Doctor made a sound, "Pffffffff..."

"Of being squeezed, this way, I don't want to die from...no, wait. I do
want to die in your arms...again."  Jesse smiled.

Jeremy put him down anyway, "I mean...dead. You were dead."

"Oh, I got better. So did, uhm, you son, Doctor..."

Jeremy ignored that and just put his head on Jesse's shoulder and kissed
his lover's face again, "I thought you were dead..."  he had tears in his
eyes.

"But how?"  The Doctor asked.

"Well, there was this girl..."

"Huh?"  Both the Doctor and Jesse and Jeremy said, Jeremy wiping away
tears.

"Halt!"  Time Lord guards came down a hallway. "Or you will be terminated."

The Doctor nodded to his companions, "Remind you of anyone...a race of
pepper pots we know, oh, so well?"

"Maxil..."  a young guard nodded and gave a salute, mistaking the Doctor
for his commander.

"Commander Maxil to you, lowly one," the Doctor imitated Maxil's high
superiority. He stuck his nose up in the air and looked down after
that...at the guard, "And do not go about using execution as a threat. That
is my job," the Doctor moved to the guard and brushed the youth's shoulders
of dirt. "Not very polished are you?"

"Sorry, sir."

"Speak? Did I ask him to speak?"  The Doctor turned to Jesse and Jeremy and
then back to the other guards, "No, I answer me own question. I did
not. Speak? No, speak. No speak. That means you," he put his face into the
guard's face. "Now. Tell me where we have moved my...the Doctor's
TARDIS..."

"You would know that if you were the Commander," the youth said.

The Doctor slapped him both ways and on both cheeks with red gloves. "Don't
question my authority, young stripling. I was in diapers when you were
being old and well into your first regeneration."  As he spoke this, Jesse
shrugged when Jeremy looked at him questioningly. They shook their heads
and then understood. "Just how old are you?"

"Four thousand, five hundred and thirty."

"And still a mere guard?"  The Doctor shook his head and tut tutted, "Must
be lack of ambition...drive...drive thrust...you have none after the first
hundred years or so...they should really loom you because you're of no use
to us. Just who put you in this position? I should have them shot. Lards, I
mean lads..."

Jesse rolled his eyes.

"...find the person that put this one in this position over you and shoot
him!"

"That person..."  the youth said, "...was you, Commander. Men, this is not
the commander. Stun him or kill him, I do not care!"

The Doctor slapped the youth across the right side of his face and then
punched the other while Jeremy just strode forward and pushed him into the
troop behind, "Run, lads, run!!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"

After a lot of hi jinks in hallways, running up and down corridors and to
the theme song, "An awful lot of running," ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAi4izfvXo4

Jesse, The Doctor and Jeremy ran right into Maxil, who wore only pink
underwear. Jesse kneed him in the balls and they ran again. They get
separated. They find each other again and meet at an alcove, hovering under
it.

Huffing, they stopped at a corner.

"Where have you been?"  Jeremy asked.

"I saved Mercury..."  the Doctor puffed and moved out.

"You mean the fluid link in the TARDIS?" Jesse asked.

"No," the Doctor looked down at his pants, "My fluid is not leaking."

"Then what do you mean Mercury?"  Jesse asked.

"The planet. Mercury. You know closest to. The sun. Fell into. The sun. I
found that out in my 8th incarnation, I think. Always meant to straighten
it out. Or homo it out. Or something. It got better."

"Another rant fit?"  Jeremy asked, moving his hands out, palms up.

"Yeah."  Jesse answered.

"Like my Maxil?"

"Oh, Maxil's one big rant."  Jesse quipped.

"It's not very big."  Jeremy said.

The Doctor looked down. "oh."

"It..it's acceptable," Jesse admitted.

"Thank you. Coming from you, that means a lot."

"Thanks."

"Look can we do what we originally set out to do and find Damon and the
TARDIS and K9 and get out of here?"  Jeremy asked, mounting frustration in
his voice. "And not necessarily in that order?"

"I should think my Maxil is pretty damned good," The Doctor ignored him, "I
mean I may have his face...and though I do say so meself, I do wear it much
better than he."  He touched his cheeks and stretched them out a bit,
"Less...how you say, fatter than he? I mean he's such a prig, a prude, a
virginal vestige of a Time Bored, one who could not reach the deeps of
depravity any lower than he already has if he tried. And have you seen not
just his face but that body of his? I don't think the combination of
Madonna, Lindsey Lohan, Christina Aguilera, and Katie Perry would DO that
thang, you know what I mean? I mean he's so poor a specimen of any
race...and that includes those blob things in the pepper pot shapes...wait,
you, why do you...?"

Jesse, closer to the Doctor, had put both his arms straight up.

"...why do you have your..."  The Doctor looked the length of both Jesse's
arms. "hands up like that?"

"YOU, TOO!"  A voice boomed from behind the Doctor, who seemed to not hear
it or ignore it, the boys could not tell which.

"Yes, you too?"  The Doctor looked at Jeremy, who was to the side of Jesse
and with his hands and arms straight up.  "That jerk off is right behind
me, isn't he?"

Jesse shut his eyes and nodded yes.

The Doctor turned to find Maxil behind him, in pink underwear. He put his
elbow on the man's shoulder, "Listen, Maxie baby, I hope I wasn't outta
line with that crack about Jerk off."

"Or the other seven hundred insults you have just railed against me?"

"Those either, I should imagine. Just a bit o' fun, aye, Maxie?"

"Hand over my gun, Doctor."

The Doctor stuck the gun out and put it in Maxil's outstretched hand and
open palm. It changed. The gun was suddenly in the position of a closed
hand, ready to fire. Time rippled.

Suddenly, Maxil had his armor on and the Doctor had his regular outfit back
on, some of it slightly different colored. The Doctor looked at
himself. Jesse and Jeremy found their attire changed slightly, too. Maxil
and his men changed. Some of the men were different. Maxil had his gun
back. Maxil nodded and waved the gun, "I'm glad you finally decided to come
back here. I don't know why you would and personally I find it
stupid. Knowing what you did to me."

"I?"  The Sixth Doctor turned to Jesse and Jeremy, who both shrugged.  "Did
to you?"

"You frakked me ten times over."

"I would never do such a thing," the Doctor said, more to Jesse and Jeremy
than to Maxil and more because both boys put their hands down and were
laughing. "Why, it would be like fucking myself."

Jesse whispered to Jeremy but so the Doctor would overhear, "Not that he
hasn't done that a few times over the years. Sometimes I think the TARDIS
purposely makes those sounds carry or makes her walls a bit paper thin."

"He. The TARDIS is a HE now," the Doctor corrected.

"I was a Commander, then I was the Castellan and then I was the Commander
again," Maxil said, "And mostly it was due to you."

The Doctor rose up on his heels and gripped his own jacket lapels,
"Embarrass you did I? Well, Maxie old boy, you had it coming. Uh, cumming."

"You and those you inspire. That small President type with the blond hair."

"Ahhh, good ole Romana."

"And not just her. That ape girl..."

The Doctor gasped, "Don't call Leela an ape girl! Noble savage, yes. Raised
by Amazonian girl guides, yes...but that?"

"And her once pliable husband and that robot dog..."

"Demoted," The Doctor smiled, "You deserve far greater than that, Maxil, my
boy."

"I am not your boy. And furthermore, who in their right mind, I ask you..."
Maxil addressed Jeremy and Jesse now, "...would take on the appearance of
someone who shot them, chased them, delivered them up for summary
execution...I mean who does that? Oh, he tried to kill me so I think I'll
take on his face? What kind of a fetishist masochist does that?"

Jesse shrugged and met Maxil's gaze where he connected somewhere, "I know,
right," he shook his head, "That's just what I said, Gee."

Jeremy came up to the Doctor's side but slightly behind him, "Doctor,
what's happened? He doesn't seem the same. And his and our clothes?"

"Easy one," The Doctor moved his head slightly behind him to address
Jeremy, "Although our pudgy pal hasn't noticed it at all, like all the
other Time Lords and Gallefreans, time has once again messed up. This time,
it seems, he's had many years pass between one second and another, while
for us, only a few minutes have passed. One in which we were allowed a
change of clothes."

"But you're the Present?"  Jeremy wondered.

The Doctor sniggered, "Present? I suppose I am a present in a way..."

"Oh, God, shoot me now," Jeremy joked.

"Happy to oblige and not just you. For all those indignities," Maxil
pointed the gun, "I'm going to kill you all here and now!"

The Doctor made an angry scowl along with the shocked face of someone
afraid to die and wide eyed intolerance...

CLOSE UP OF THE DOCTOR'S INDIGNANT ANGRY MAD WIDE EYED FACE


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITan_dNTtSg


Alternate end themes:


 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pq_e_QX5Ly0


 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awze7DTbERc



The Doctor...Colin Baker
Maxil...Colin Baker
Koch...a young Roger Delgado
Ushas...a young Kate O'Mara
Theta...a young William Hartnell
Baby...a young baby
Young Time Lord Guard...Scott Haran (of Wizards vs Aliens)
Omega...voice of Stephen Thorne AND Peter Davison




Assistant Floor Manager - Stephen Jeffrey-Poulter, Sally Newman
? Costumes - Ken Trew
? Designer - John Anderson
? Incidental Music - Dominic Glynn
? Make-Up - Denise Baron
? Producer – Not John Nathan-Turner
? Production Assistant - Joy Sinclair
? Production Associate - Angela Smith
? Script Editor - Eric Saward
? Special Sounds - Dick Mills
? Studio Lighting - Mike Jefferies
? Studio Sound - Brian Clark
? Theme Arrangement - Dominic Glynn
? Title Music - Ron Grainer
? Visual Effects - Mike Kelt


Lion heart not the syndicator of this (so minus annoying bleeping music)