Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 16:36:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: J
Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, AND JEREMY 125

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THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO THE GREAT TOM BAKER!!!!!


Mix of Jon Pertwee-original Tom Baker—and Chris Ecceleston theme
openings

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Remembrance of the Companions

Part One




"Put one foot in front of the other, old Doctor, and soon you'll
be...you'll be...right out that door?"  The Doctor said, "But ahh...a plan
would do. Okay, okay, I surrender. We surrender. Put your hands up, they
are up. I'm ready to go."

 "We're not readying you to go anywhere," the guard smiled, "Our orders are
to just kill you."

The Doctor shut his eyes. He was out of breath. He grit his teeth. "When I
say run..."

"Ready, aim, fire!"  The stasers fired!

The glow drew in the staser energy and the Doctor absorbed it into
himself. Jesse pulled Jeremy back this time. "NO!"

"Your chance!"  the Doctor grunt through the energy, "Get out of here!"  He
directed his arms at the men holding stasers at him. The energy flew from
him and hit them, knocking them down and out. The energy then went back
into the Doctor. Jesse and Jeremy ran as more Time Lord guards came. They
turned a corner but turned back to watch. The energy kept coming. The
Doctor fell onto his back. They tried to run toward him but the energy
filled the hallway, almost blotting it out completely in their vision. They
gripped each other and shut their eyes. They tried to open their eyes on
occasion but the energy was still there. Their hair was blowing.  "Too
close!"  The Doctor yelled. "You're too close!"

Jesse pulled Jeremy back. Jeremy gasped, "We can't! We have to see what's
going to happen!"

From an adjacent hallway, more Time Lord guards came running. Jesse pulled
Jeremy down the opposite hallway.

On his back, the Doctor sighed, "It's the end but the moment has NOT been
prepared for..."

VALE/VALE DECEM music starts...

"On the contrary, Doctor..." An Ood stood before him, calm,
peaceful. Tentacles dangling from his mouth. He held his sphere aloft.
"The moment has been prepared for. Mena sends her love..."

"Is she responsible for you being here?"  The Doctor blinked through the
energy, "It doesn't work this way."

"We know, but the Mutli-verse will sing to you Doctor. We will sing you to
your...time..."  The Ood began to sing. Behind him, the Doctor thought he
saw a multitude of other figures. Singing. One looked like Jesse in a white
robe.

"Jesse? Funny how a melody sounds like a memory. Read that on Jesse's
Facebook page, I did."

They start to sing Vale Decem. Others singing were The Old Woman from END
OF TIME, Abigail Pettigrew smiling from ear to ear and in her white dress
and singing her heart out. Abigail was flanked by two of the Weeping Angels
but they were not weeping, they were singing.  Flanking them were two
golden faced android Hosts from the spaceship Titanic, also
singing. Stepping in front of them was Astrid Perth, also singing. "Astrid?
Abigail?"

As they sang, a Dalek appeared from behind them. "Watch out."  The Doctor
gasped as he lay dying. The Dalek parted the crowd and came forward. The
Doctor soon realized the thing was singing, too. Two Cybermen side stepped
to the scene and they were singing. "Blimey, the universe has changed."
There were many others singing to the Doctor as well from every country on
Earth. He thought he saw Aoi, a Japanese Samurai of 16 years among the
crowd. A Fendahl/human was there spreading her arms wide.  "Thea Ransom, is
that you, old girl?"

The Doctor shut his eyes. Judy Garland added her voice to the crowd. The
Roman Maximus Pettulian played on his harp for the Doctor. Moth People
Menoptera flew from the ceiling, seemingly out of the energy of the
Doctor's and out of a star lined sky. They, too, were singing. Even Zarbi
were there, launching up on their hind legs, singing. Puccini was also
there. And even Vincent Van Gough. There were several Tomorrow People from
many different universes singing. Charles Shire, who looked a lot like his
old companion Turlough. Rico. Two long haired rocker twins, Jake and Josh
Patterson among them.  Atlantian Mermen and women rose from water in the
hallway, singing. Nicky Newman. Alpha Cenatauri, Alfie Owens. A Prime
Computer singing! "That's a Prime Computer, that is!"

Talos 4 flowers were singing. Giant green vegetables were singing.  There
was even a redheaded girl (Daphne) and a redheaded teen boy (Emmett) using
sign language to get across the lyrics. "Oh, that's blind Joe from
Tadcaster. Blimey, long time no see. Dough!"  "And Fred. Fred my mailman
from the cottage. Hello Fred."  Johnny Chess. Singing, all. The
Isolus. Which reminded him. "Love. Rose. Love and Rose."

He was reminded of another time.

He was in his Tenth body.  Brown overcoat billowing in the snow, dark brown
suit with stripes, brown pants, dark tie, blue shirt underneath with white
collar and sleeves, white trainers.  Rose. Jack. Donna. Wilf. Sylvia. Geoff
Noble. Verity. Luke. Sarah. Martha and Mickey.

A 17th Century Palace. Doctor's point of view. An older man was throwing a
young girl, of about six years of age. The girl was laughing. "Father,
you'll make her dizzy," the beautiful woman said and turned to the Doctor's
point of view, though she didn't see him. The Doctor felt a pain in his
side. He was ducking from under an unlit fireplace.  Behind him and in the
fireplace was the TARDIS, only it's lower casing seen.

"Reinette. The man, Francois Poisson, her father. The girl, her daughter."
The Tenth Doctor recovered from his pain and looked on. "France."  It was
the Fourth Doctor's memory voice but the Tenth Doctor looked at the
scene. The TARDIS was inside the fireplace. It's blue bottom could be seen
but no one looked. The fire was not lit.

The older man said, "Why do must we ...no, not we, wee wee, but you...why
must you send her to that wretched convent?"

"Why must grandpapas always spoil their grandchildren?"  Reinette asked.

"You have your meeting to go to, no no?"

"Yes, yes," Reinette laughed, "I must."

"Then I shall take the time with Fanfan," he laughed as he tossed the
little one into a plush chair.  He moved to his daughter and kissed both
her cheeks.

"What's that for? Why so serious?"

"You think I do not know. That you support that book..."

"Encyclopedia," she nodded, "And don't bemoan that fact to any other soul,
father, dear father."

"You think I mad?"  He grew serious and drew her away from the chair Fanfan
was in. The little girl had taken up a small doll.  "Physiocrates and that
doctor of yours---what is his name I do not recall."

"Dr. Quesnay," she whispered, "And if we are caught..."

"Caught at court," he giggled. "Why meet both of them at the same time?
Summer, good thing it is...you have enough fire in your for five
fireplaces...good thing we do not have to light this one today, eh eh?"

"Watch over her," she kissed his cheeks now. "And do not get too much more
attached," she joked, "She shall betroth in two years... and married in
five."

"A lot can happen in five years," he laughed, "That's plenty of time for
her grandfather..."  He moved to a box and gave it to the girl, who opened
it. Another doll was inside. It looked like one of the robots that would
soon come to try to kill Reinette. "...to continue the spoiling...eh?"

Reinette laughed and shook her head.

"A lot can happen...five years...three years for both of them to live...oh
dear Reinette, left alone for the first time...and not the last...I'm so
sorry, so so sorry."  As she moved past the fireplace, he moved to call out
to her but thought better of it and anyway, a sharp pain in his stomach
told him it was time to go. As he huge dress passed the fireplace, he
ducked back into it and into the TARDIS doors. The door on one side made a
loud creak. Reinette stopped as she heard this. The TARDIS slowly vanished,
doing so as quietly as possible and for the first time in a long time, it
made little sound, just a slight humming. Reinette listened and shut her
eyes. Then, she shook her head and moved out on her way.


Wolfgang Ryter of Austria trapped a multi form creature using a crane's
magnet. "Hurry, Heather!"

Heather McCrimmon, blond, skinny, bundled up the meteorite in a net, "This
will block the psychic link!"

"What is it?"

"Well, Wolf my old pal and former T traveling companion---it's a Stealth
Net. The microbes in the meteorite can no longer hold the museum pieces
together and thus, no more creature."

"Your actions remind me of someone."

"Can't imagine WHO."  She nudges her elbow into his side.  He laughed.

From afar, the Doctor was watching, leaning against the TARDIS. "Look at
you two, 20 year old alien hunter, studying quantum physics so that you'll
save the world, well, more than one world, and that upstart Heather,
Jamie's offspring, adult blond girl...uh, woman, alien investigator by
night and archeologist by day. Don't need me at all."  He blinks and moves
closer and looks, narrowing his eyes, "Or do they?"  He threw himself back
into the TARDIS doors and shuts them.

The meteorite was moving out from under the net. As the two started talking
of old times (Mozhtratta, Bigfoot, Blirvoriox, and the 1495 time zone where
the Whirling Wormhole of Wolverhampton was), they failed to notice the
meteorite moving! It moved out from under the net and the creature
reformed!

The Doctor cames out with a Mezon Energy Marble and throws it. An exhibit
in the museum ignites and destroys the meteorite. The Creature, about to
strike the two former companions of the Doctor...vanishes just as it was
about to strike. Heather looked up at it. Wolf saw the Doctor and gripped
her arms and directed her to look at him. The Doctor was in a corner of the
museum. Before they can speak to him, he waves his hand at them, the one
that was cut off by a Sycorax so long ago. "Oh so long ago," he thought. He
rushes into the TARDIS and it takes off again. It leaves them far below as
it flies upward through a hole in the roof the monster put there.

Heather, "A final goodbye..."


"No more creatures," the Doctor said as he piloted the TARDIS, jetting it
into the sky before dematerializing. His two friends watched the TARDIS go.
The Doctor looked at his screen on the TARDIS console, "Ahhh, 1851, there
you are. December 29th, not quite the Christmas I wanted it to it..."

Fires loomed over the walled city. The broken wall. The acrid smell of the
burning filled the air. The resplendent houses were being looted by
makeshift warriors, former fishermen, merchants, carriers, and
boatmen. They now carried out gold, silver. In the alcove of a larger house
a tall man in a light tan jacket over a mostly red vest and tan tie, white
collared shirt, dark blue pants, dark high backed shoes. Behind him were
ten crying children, seven of them were very small, all Chinese. A boy of
ten, white, British, bow tie, brown jacket, light green shirt, came running
and after him were three warriors with spears and one held a
musket. "Father! I can't find mother."

From out of one billowing smoke pile, emerged the Tenth Doctor,
coughing. "I must find a better landing place than..."  He looked as he
thought he saw someone he knew, "This can't be Christmas 1852...ahh, yeah,
right, Hankow, the 29th. Not a good place to be...but..."  He squinted,
"Nevertheless, where someone named after a lake would want to be...good ole
Jackson..."

"Frederick!"  Jackson Lake put his son behind him. He put his hands up as
the three Taiping warriors came up to him.

"You foreigner?"


"No, he's Chinese, can't you tell," the Doctor quipped.  He was also trying
to find his sonic screwdriver, "Where'd I put that thang."


"We would like your support, noble sir."


"Then, please spare these children..." Jackson nodded behind him.

Another warrior stepped forward, not as handsome as the first, but all
three had long billowing hair, "They Manchu..."

"Yes, I know," he said, "But you've...or rather others like you have
already killed their parents..."

A woman came forth from the building, "I demand immunity from this
carnage."  She was a well dressed Manchu woman, hair done up well. She wore
an elaborate headdress.

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"You Manchu?"


"Yes, of course, you dog, do I look like anything else? I demand to be..."

"Some people never know when to shut up. I wonder if I'm like that all the
time now?"

Tom Doctor's Voice, "No, but you will be in your next incarnation."

The Tenth Doctor stepped forward to try to help but the warrior with the
gun shot the woman in the head and she fell over. The other two started to
pull off her headdress and remove her jewelry. The children were now
screaming and crying. Frederick was holding onto his father's leg as
tightly as possible. "Oh, Frederick, why'd I ever bring you along?"

Another warrior came at them, too. This one held a black woman in his hand
and by her arm. "This belong to you, sir? You're slave?"

Rosita yelped, "Slave!!! I'm no slave! Unhand me, you great big oaf!"

"Need your support eventually."

"Support? For all this? Killing?"


"We no kill foreigners, sir, but I might make an exception with this one."

Jackson took Rosita's arm as the approached and threw her behind him. She
was surprised as his strength and was about to protest. She looked over
Jackson's shoulder and saw the Doctor who put his finger to his mouth as if
to tell her to shut up. She backed off, the first time in her life. Jackson
put his hands up, "Fine sir, she is not a slave. She is but my wife."

Tenth Doctor, "Wife? Good for you, Jackson, old boy, good for you."  He
smiled.  "Good for you!"


"Wife? Infidels?"


"Not quite. We are both God fearing people, along with my young son, here."


"We let you live but Manchu brats must be put to sword."

Jackson took out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it up in the air,
"Cultured sir, may I barter for your mercy and for their lives?"

Rosita looked down at the dead woman who had her eyes still, staring up at
nothing, "Oh, dear God. Jesus."

"You believe?"

"Yes, my wife and I believe. As does my son."  Jackson said, dangling the
sonic screwdriver.

"What is that?"

"Merely a trinket for your amusement," Jackson handed it out to him and he
snatched it.

The man nodded, "Not infidels. Believe in the Lord. You stay with me. We
will protect you," the new warrior said. He seemed to have some higher
status.

Jackson herded the children together and began to talk to them in Chinese.

The Doctor smiled, "Well, I'm impressed."  He waved to Rosita, who once
again tried to speak but found nothing came out. Frederick saw him, too,
and grew wide eyed. He pulled on his father's trouser leg that he was
hiding behind to draw his father's attention. Jackson looked up. He saw
black smoke clearing and the TARDIS behind the Doctor. The Doctor felt a
pain again and held his stomach but as Jackson was about to run to him, the
Doctor waved him off and nodded.  He waved with both hands and backed into
the smoke, to the open doors of the TARDIS. Another Taiping Warrior had
come running and lit a torch to the straw and paper house that was behind
the TARDIS. Not only that but two others lit torches against the side of
the TARDIS. The door slammed shut and the familiar whine of the time space
machine was heard. Jackson shut his eyes to listen to it. When the smoke
slightly cleared again as it does in waves at times, the TARDIS was gone.

Tim Lattimer was in bed, up on his knees. He was totally nude. A thin,
young body, yet with a fine smooth washboard. Ample muscles and an
outstanding navel centering it. No body fat. Another body was approaching
the bed, also naked, similarly young and thin but not as thin as Tim. They
both seemed to be about 21.

The Tenth Doctor was at the door of the hospital. The bed was a white iron
bed. "1918. Hmm, that was a good year. The West Pier, the Indo aliens
subdued, well, for a time, Mary's last letter, end of the War to End All
Wars. And then there's this..."

There was Tim in bed. A cute dark haired blond with short hair. To the side
of the bed and moving to the front was another naked, lithe body. Tight
ass.

Fourth Doctor's voice, "Is that Francis Bacon?"

The curly haired boy, "There's nothing at all to worry about. It happens to
a great deal of men."

Fourth Doctor voice/thoughts, "No, it's not Francis Bacon."

"You mean?"

"Yes, Tim Lattimer, Timmy Tim..."  the other boy said, "Shell shock."

"The war's over."  Tim stated.

"Yes, but let's celebrate...it'll make that shell of yours stop being
shocked and being more cracked...in the right places."

The boyish body was soon in bed with Tim Lattimer. And soon, they were
knees to knees, bod to body, covering each other with kisses to the face,
ears, mouth, nose, mouth again. Stirring between their legs, meeting
stirrings. Head to head. Slit to slit. Hands moved to their crotches. They
mingled there. And then they were laying on top of each other and rolling
around on a big bed.

Fourth Doctor Voice/ thoughts again, "Was that my voice? Is that me? Of
course not, Doctor, not everything's about you, Doctor, you silly old
thing."

Fourth Doctor and Tenth Doctor, "Is that...naw...could it be, Harry Styles?
Here and now? Can't be. No tats so it must be before 2012. Is he a Time
traveler?"

"None of our business," The Fourth Doctor thought.

Tenth Doctor, "Yes, well, Timothy Tim Tim Tim Timber, boys can get over war
and get over on each other. Here's to you, not wanting to feel like a
watcher, let's just say I left."

The hallway filled with the echoing sounds of the TARDIS vanishing slowly,
grinding engines. Grinding dick to dick. Reverberating. Cries of
pleasure. The two boys couldn't really hear it as they were making sounds
of their own. The Harry lookalike was on top and gripped in one hand his
penis, which was engorged and pulsating, AND hard against his own penis,
making them both feel the thickness and throbbing, Tim's shaft. He fisted
both the penises and wetness occurred. Tim shifted under his lover. He put
his hands on the young man's hips and rubbed them up to his ribs and then
down and around to thighs. He felt up from there smoothing his hands over
the skin to the navel which he raised up his mouth to and licked out, then
nuzzled with his nose. The Harry lookalike laughed and brought thick lips
down to Tim who turned the man over...


"What's that feeling? That telepathic again?"  Tim asked as he rolled on
top.

Tim jerked his hips and dick at the lookalike's belly and then lower,
putting his arms under the man's legs and then laid out.

The Harry Styles lookalike rolled Tim back under him and put his hands on
Tim's hips.  "Extra synaptic engram. Makes the whole experience, wellll,
heightened if you must know but who cares, just lemme fuck ya."

"Oh, Doctor, I've always wanted this..."

The Harry Styles Doctor pushed himself inside the hole, "Oh Timmy, so
fuckin tight, Tim. Tight Tim," he gasped as he pushed himself in, "That's
what'll call ya from here on in, eh, Timmy Tim Tim!"

"Oh that hurts, that does!"

"Do ya wan' me to stop?"

"Don't you dare! So fuckin wet!!!"

"Me R you?"

"Fuckin both! HOT!"

"What's it feel like?"

Tim could feel the tip of the Doctor's hot penis burning at his center, the
center of his prostrate. "It...I've felt this before but not there. It's
like...like fire..."

The Doctor took an ice cube from somewhere and dripped it on Tim's
scrunched up belly, rippling rolls of muscle and navel.

"...and ice..."

The Doctor leaned over and kissed Tim with the thick lips of Harry
Styles. "...and rage..."  Tim felt the Doctor wiggling dick in prostrate
and tongue in mouth. "and the night and the storm...oahhhhhh, burning like
the heart of the sun...sun...! OHHHHHH!"


The Doctor sat Tim up against the wall now, "What's this feel like now?


Tim's own dick was up against the Doctor's chest as the Doctor was under
him but holding him up with his arms and fucking him from underneath. Tim's
legs were against the railing of the back post of the bed. His feet were on
the bed. The Doctor was standing in front of him but had Tim positioned so
that his own pelvis was under and dick still inside Tim's tight
anus. "Growingly great! Ancient and forever. Make it last forever! UGH! UH!
OHYA!"

The Doctor put his head in Tim's nice, smooth hairless chest and nuzzled
there, drooling on the lad's boy pecs.

"You're burning at the center of my time and you can see the turn of the
cock, my cock. Tim's cock was up against the Doctor's front and lathering
it up with pre cum and then it fired itself, throbbing back and then
shooting like a spring loaded child's toy...or some full cannon, cocked to
shoot a huge ball. Two huge calls unloaded there. Splashing the Doctor down
with full boy spooge, covering chest, nipples, dripping down to stomach,
and having launched itself up chest and neck and chin. The Doctor licked
some at chin and smiled. "You can see the turn of my whole
universe...you...and ...that was wonderful," Tim gasped some more as the
Doctor thrust again and again faster now. Tim was raised up against the
wall some more and the Doctor's cum burst all over his insides and out his
anus, there was so much of it.

Tim was so full of energy, even after that, burning in his prostrate that
he launched himself at the Doctor and got the Doctor laughing, down on the
bed, back down. "My time ta turn the center of our universe!"

"I can't wait, you hot piece of boy meat!"

They grinded together on the bed, their hands exploring every inch of their
bodies, their dicks meeting there. Refilling. Shafts compelling each other,
growing on all sides. Filling. Pre cum against belly buttons. Dicks rising,
unfurling. "You're so ripped," the Doctor said as he explored Tim's stomach
as he turned Tim over and Tim tried to sit up and his stomach showed a cut
eight pack. The Doctor felt his stomach up, the abs.

Tim looked, "What's that? I wasn't wounded on me stomach."

"Figure of...forget it...you're a figure of beauty, Tim my lad!"  The
Doctor bit his lover's ear and found himself turned over again.

"Stop trying to always cum out on top," Tim laughed, "My turn!"  Tim turned
the Doctor onto his belly and entered him the traditional way. He put tip
of his dick to anus hole first. He moved his dick shaft around the butt
cheeks first. The bouncing tumescence of it gave the Doctor a great feeling
before being ploughed by Tim's upper shaft. Tim pushed into the Doctor
slowly at first with girth. He left it there for a bit. The Doctor wondered
when the boy would follow through and when he did, it was all the more
fantastic. "OAWWWAHHH! There you are! What a hot boy you are!"  Tim gripped
the Doctor's shoulder with one hand and with the other steadied himself. He
was upward but then he laid down and pulled the Doctor's hair, long curly
dark hair, so that the Doctor's head moved back. "AAAAHHHH!!!"

"Yeah!"  Tim gasped, "Feel that. How's dat feel?"  He shoved so that his
dick was more than halfway in.

"Go on, I can take it! I can take it!"

Tim shoved some more and filled the Doctor's anus. "You got it!"

The Doctor felt something tingle inside and bump against his innards.  He
shook with thrilling excitement.  "Oh yeah that's the hot spot! You're
hitting it so good! I'm gonna cum! Again! I am SO gonna cum!!!! Bloody
ell!"

"Oh Doctaaaaahhhhh!"  Tim gasped and unloaded inside the Doctor after some
long minutes of jerking in and out. Sliding.

For a long time after, they just stayed in each other's arms, side by side,
holding each other. Tim said, "I love you so much."

The Doctor felt his smooth skin against Tim's. It was so full of life and
vitality. Throbbing, hot. Heated. "Me, too, Tim. I always have. From the
day I first met you. One of the reasons I never really got cross at you for
stealing the watch."

"Still have that thing, you know."

"I know. I know. I'll see it again."


Two gun shots. The Doctor saw Odd Sigma. He, in his blue suit, tan jacket,
left in the TARDIS afraid, almost cowering into the doors, snow coming down
from the sky, following him in. The big blue box vanished. Then, the big
blue box appeared. The Doctor came out in his brown suit, tan jacket. He
already saw:

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"2059. Am I too late again? It's me again, Adelaide, I...have you already
done it?"  He ran, this time past the Ood Sigma. "Oh, I know it's time. I
know!"  He opened the red door and ran into the living room, afraid of what
he might see. He had his eyes shut and didn't realize it.

"Open sesame," Adelaide Brookes's voice said.

The Doctor opened his eyes and saw the smoking gun on the floor. "A
robot. Looks like me. Seems like me."

"Is it...oh God, no, Adelaide, is it a ganger?"

"No, I wouldn't be so cruel as to kill a ganger. Give me some more credit
than that, Doctor."

"Adelaide...then how?"


"How'd I know to have this all ready? I had this ready for this
event...this fixed event. The...ahh, the Time Lord Victorious. He came
here."

"A future me?"

"Yes. It's his robot. No feelings. Just a body provided. He...told me I'd
need one of these. Told me a long time ago. Told me not to tell you. Told
me about gangers. Told me to tell you it was not one of them, that they are
like real people in the far future."

"What'd he look like?"

Adelaide just smiled.

"Mmmm. Spoilers."  The Doctor nodded, "Yup. But...I must...say..."  each
word followed by gasping breath.

He ran to her and hugged her close. "You thought I was going to kill
myself," she said, coldly, her mouth over his shoulder.

He parted from the hug.  "Welll..."

"To think that I'd do something so drastic as to shoot myself. I'd be a
damned fool to do that. I always thought there was some other way. Knew it
in fact. You don't know me at all. In fact, that Dalek thing that appeared
outside my window, knew me better I think."

The Doctor waited. "That may be so. But you don't me either. I didn't...I
wasn't always like that. But how...the Web of..."

"Ahh, yes, your...your precious web of time and all that. Well, thanks to
you, I have to live isolated. Live out the rest of my life, apart from
everyone else. Isolated, separated from all the rest of the world."

"Without being facetious, I can give you directions to a really wonderful
monastery in the Himalayas, if you want."


"You already have."

"Oh. Right then," the Doctor felt awkward.

"Or at least from my point of view. I think...I think you should go..."

"To my just reward..."

"What?"

"I'm going to die...no, I AM dying."


"I'm sorry."

"Me, too. I could have done so much more."


"The universe thinks you...this version of you had done enough."

"Yes. Yes, obvious, innit?"

"Yes. Pride, Doctor. Pride."

"You haven't any, have you?"  He asked her.

"Not any more."

He saluted her, "Adelaide, it's been my pleasure."

She paused.

"Yeah. Yup."  He turned to leave. He moved to the door. He had it open.

Then, as he showed her his back and moved to the door, she called to him,
"Doctor."


"Hmmm," he turned back to her.

He found her saluting him.  Smiling. He shook his head and smiled at her.


"Till we meet again, Adelaide."

After he left, she puffed, "Oh God."

Outside with the door closed, snow all around him, the Doctor saw Ood Sigma
again, "Seems I changed time anyway."  He ran down the steps to the TARDIS
and inside. He took it away from that place.


"April 30th, 2009. Netherlands. Apeldorn. Queen's Day. Attack on the Royal
family."  Da Naald Loolaan Apeldorn monument...


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The Doctor emerged from the TARDIS doors which were embedded inside the
monument.  He turned to look at the doors, which vanished as he closed
them, "Haha, it worked."  He looked around at the carnage. Injured people
were lying all around. Medical workers were there helping. People were
crying and gasping. The Doctor looked up at the Royal Bus, which was an
open topped vehicle. Members of the Dutch Royal family were there, some
covering their mouths at the horror they saw below. "Yeah, that's the way
to give help."  He turned to see the source of the steam he heard. It was a
black older model Suzuki Swift. The front was all crushed and the driver,
bleeding on the head, was slumped backward and half out the window in a red
shirt. "Karst Roeland Tates. Stupid ass. It's got to always be people with
three names. Great Healer Davros. Jan Michael Vincent. Harvey Lee
Oswald. John Wilkes Booth. Mark David Chapman."  The Doctor ran past him to
help a victim on the ground. He crouched down. He put pressure on a
wound. He glanced up. There were at least 17 others hurt or dying.

An ambulance man came over to the Doctor, "I've got her. Thanks, mister."

"You're welcome," the Doctor nodded and turned without getting off his
haunches. Behind him was a woman in yellow cat suit. "Emma Peel?"

"Who?"  Christina DeSouza turned on her feet, still crouching down in the
same position the Doctor was in. They were face to face.

"Lady Christina DeSouza. Now there's a three named girl I'd like to see,"
he smiled.

"I don't have...it's you."

"Hello, Lady."

"Alonsey?"  She smiled. "But no, it's you you."

"Have you seen more of me?"

"I'd like to see more of you."  She held her hand down on a man's stomach.

"Helping out, are you?"

Christina didn't look him in the eyes, "Yeah, here for a different reason."

"Another bus," the Doctor shook his head up and down, "Fine, fine."

"Yeah, royal family, Dutch. Probably not much security measures. I'd
figure..."


"Will you ever change?"  He smiled at her.

A medical man came over to them and looked at her and instructed his men to
take the wounded lady. He looked at Christina as they all stood up after
the lady was taken away by medical ambulance workers. "Miss, you saved her
life."

"Probably."  Christina smiled and waved back her hair, careful not to touch
it with her blood covered gloves.

"No, probably about it. You saved her life and that man in that ambulance
over there. He told me what you did. You saved his life, too. Don't know
why you have yellow rubber gloves on but good precaution."

She smiled and shook her head, "Thanks."

The medical doctor left. The Doctor looked at her and put his hands on her
elbows, "You have changed."

"When will you?"  She asked.

"What? How'd you know...?"

"Spoilers."

"It's a day for it," he said and winced.

"What! What is it?"  She asked and held his arms, getting blood on his
sleeves.

"Ahh, watch it," the Doctor said, "The suit..."

Before he realized it, she kissed him on the lips. He kissed back. He
thought, "Yeah, nothing."

The Fourth Doctor thought, "Yeah, it would take Casey, Jeremy, Jesse and
apparently Tim Lattimer...to make me cum out of my shell."

Almost all of the wounded were already taken away by now. "Time to go. Just
stopping by and seeing how you're getting along. Same as ever."

"Robbing people."  She smirked and averted her eyes again, this time down.

"Saving people."  He smiled at her. Then, before she would realize it, he
was out of her hands and off toward the monument. She didn't take her eyes
off it. And him. She saw him wave and vanish...right into the
monument. "Same old Doctor. Different new Doctor."  She waved.


"Proxima System. New Old Detroit. Re-formed. Terraformed by yours
truly. Renamed Redemption. Lovely name."  The Doctor stepped out of the
doors and from his point of view the console room turned into a lovely
field of purple flowers. A patch of green was among the purple. In a purple
tunic and flower skirt, an alien girl stood up. "Magenta Pryce."  She had
flowers in her hand. "Picking flowers."  The hills were rolling and
lush. "The hills really are alive."  Magenta looked his way and waved. She
came toward him. He backed away. He waved. He backed into the open TARDIS
doors and back into the console room. He could still see her among the
lovely, peaceful, sunny day showered flowers. Rolling green hills and
purple flowers. Simple huts in the background on hills. She stopped and
waved. He shut the doors.  Magenta stared at the TARDIS faded away, almost
in silent mode.

The green skinned girl from Vessica held the bouquet of flowers into the
air, "These are for you, Doctor. Good bye."


"Lucie! Lucie!"  The 8th Doctor calling. She is on a saucer and watched by
the Doctor, Susan and some Daleks via a scanner screen. They were in a mine
base control room.

Dalek, "She cannot hear you, Doctor."

Susan, "Let her hear him!"

"Lucie. Oh. Lucie!"

Lucie was blind in one eye.  She was talking into the screen, "Doctor, I
know what you'll be saying. Don't do it, Lucie, we can find another way. Am
I right? Am I?"

Something behind Lucie moved. The 8th Doctor thought maybe another Dalek
had concealed itself in the saucer.

"Oh Lucie."  Over Lucie's shoulder, the Doctor could see another man. A man
who nodded his head. The Tenth Doctor.

"But I think we both now, there isn't another way, is there?"

The Tenth Doctor behind Lucie nodded over her shoulder. She didn't know he
was there. The 8th Doctor saw him. He nodded "no".

Susan grabbed her grandfather's arms, "Grandfather, you can't just let
her..."

"The Daleks have got to be stopped. If that warp engine isn't destroyed,
the Daleks will conquer the entire universe."

The Tenth Doctor nodded yes. He had tears in his eyes.

"You're not nodding, Doctor. I understand. I understand."

"SURRENDER!"  The Dalek ordered.

"Not bloody likely, pete. You come here, you mess up my planet...you mess
up my life and now you say you're gonna kill the best bloke I've ever
met...you think I'm just gonna what? Bleedin' surrender? Well, all I can
say is you don't know me. You don't know me at all. And just in case you
wanna know who it was that blew you to pieces...the name is Lucie
Miller. You got that, Lucie bleeding Millerahhhhh!!!!"

The Tenth Doctor ran from the saucer control room.

Lucie flew the saucer into the mine where the time warp doomsday device
is. BLAST!

8th Doctor: "I just move on."  Susan, "I know you'll do the right
thing. Come back. Please, prove me wrong again."


"See you tomorrow Susan," The Tenth said from the safety of the TARDIS,
watching as she and the 8th Doctor hugged as all around them the time
slippage started.  The screen filled with a blue light. The Monk's TARDIS
appeared around them.  "October 5, 1930," the 8th Doctor said and so did
the Tenth.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R101


R101 was in its first dive.

"Charlotte Elspeth Pollard."

Charley squinted as she looked out the side of the promenade deck. It was
raining heavily. "Doctor? NO, you can't."  Peering into the dark rain
clouds, she could make out a whizzing, familiar box that careened about it.

"Charley, Charley, oh my Charley, just you being here is one of the bravest
acts of time engineering I've ever seen. I don't know if you can hear me
but I want you to know I love you."

"Oh Doctor! I can hear you! I can!!! I know I had to do this. I know you
can't rescue me, this time. I know what I have to do to protect all time! I
love you, too, Doctor, and I finally understand. I finally get it!"

"So do I, Charley, so do I. But I don't have to like it."  The Tenth Doctor
left the console.

The Doctor had been speaking from a microphone but now, Charley thought she
saw the doors to the TARDIS open and a figure waving at her. "Well, that's
new."  She waved heartily, "Goodbye, Doctor."

The R101 aircraft descended a second time and as the Doctor watched, trying
to remain impassive, he saw Charley's pathetic look as her face dove with
the R101. A pang of horror, sadness and guilt passed over the Doctor's
face. He looked down, drove himself back, and slammed the TARDIS doors. He
didn't notice the birdlike creature he once called Ramsay off to the
TARDIS's left. The Doctor flew the TARDIS off into the vortex, the
Vortisaur flying into the vortex with the TARDIS.

A huge palace, modern and stylized. Lit up on a dark night. But some
corners afar from it sported the TARDIS. The Doctor came out and sighed. He
leaned on the side, "Baghlan Province, Afghanistan. It's not Kabul. I don't
really have time for this. If I'm to find Izzy..."  the Doctor put his
mouth, cupping his hands to the TARDIS wood, "We're not where I wanted us
to be."  The TARDIS made a hum that he felt on his mouth. "Laaa."  He
licked his teeth to get the feel of that off it. "Kabul is some 300
kilometers or less that way," he pointed north with his arm and finger,
straight out.  The TARDIS hum grew louder.  The Doctor turned his arm and
body around and pointed south, "That way," he pointed south. "Baghlan is
not where we're requested to be..."  he spotted a truck where five very
large men unloaded a group of ten boys, ages of about 9 to 15, he
guessed. He squinted. He took out his glasses from his suit's upper pocket
and put them on. "Or are we supposed to be..."  He smiled and tapped the
side of the TARDIS, "Old boy, you're entirely right."  He shut the doors
and strode to the truck as the men herded the boys inside. Izzy was one of
those "boys."  She turned to him. He winked at her. Izzy looked at him
oddly, taken back.

"American?"  One of the five men said.

"No, no. Not yet, at any rate," the Doctor said and took out the psychic
paper, "DynCorp. Here to sample the goods, so to speak."

"Tullah will be happy to see you. Come in."

"Ayatullah," the Doctor nodded, "Heard of him."  He wanted to add, "Don't
like him," but did so only under his breathe.  As they moved through narrow
and sparse hallways of tan stucco, the Doctor was surprised of the lack of
opulence in the décor. From the outside, he would have thought it would
have been elaborate, garish, showy. "Ahhhh," he said as they entered a
large room that could have been a throne room. "What is this, the throne
room?"

There was a huge stage and the men ushered the boys to the far side, near a
wall. Izzy was dressed as one of the boys. In fact, five of the boys were
dressed in silk outfits that covered almost nothing. They were obviously
made to look like girls. That left Izzy, who was dressed more as boy---some
kind of short cut shirts--- "Love those short cut shits. Those went out
years ago, some time ago, about the time I was in my Fifth body...loved
short cut shirts, I did, how bout you?"  He nudged his elbow into the man
near him. The big man just looked at him, impassively.

Then the man's cold exterior broke and his face told the Doctor he enjoyed
sex with under age boys. "That one is mine."  He pointed at Izzy.

"Full of surprises she...he is, ayehh?"

"Don't know. We just picked em up."

"Off the streets?"  The Doctor nodded, "Risky but oh, so rewarding."  He
squinted as Tullah came in and sat in a large seat on the opposite side
from the boys. He clapped and laughed. The first boy came onto the
stage. He danced and removed his head covering. He danced some more and
removed his shirt, a purple affair. As he danced, the boy boy swing his
hips.  "This is just not right. He must be, what? Nine??"  He moved over to
the boys as the men were entranced by the first dancer, who was now joined
by a "female" dancer.  On pillows the boys sat. The Doctor plopped down
next to Izzy.

"Hullo."

Izzy hid her mouth behind a covering. The Doctor moved it down. "Look into
my eyes, Izzy."

Izzy's eyes grew wide. "Who are you?"

"Some people call me that, yes."

"Keep your voice down," Izzy whispered, "Women are not allowed to be with
men."

"Well, I'm not a man. Not really."

"I didn't mean you. I meant me with...with them."

"Why are you here?"

"First you?"  Izzy blanched.

"Doctor."

"Doctor? Doctor who?"

"Yup," the Doctor looked at her, "You are familiar with regeneration?"

She studied his face. "Oh...my...God."

"Yeah, some think that."  The Doctor smiled and looked at the third
dancer. The first and second were totally naked by now. "We've got to stop
this. That second one must be about 10. The third, maybe 13?"

"That's why I'm...you're really him?"

"Yeah remember that fake out we did with the fake ninth Doctor...he looked
like, whazzhisname, Nick Briggs?"

"How can I forget?"  Izzy said.

"Pulled that trick twice. Always works. There was a real me that looked
like that Doctor but he was from an alternate universe. I like to call it
the AV universe cause the tech is like the ole AV guy in middle and high
school, you know behind the times."

"I do know you are the Doctor, cause you're rambling..."

"It was a good universe that. Some hot guys in it. Is a good universe, I
think."

"Hot guys, are you gay now?"

One of the men came over to them, "What are you doing?"

The Doctor put a hand to Izzy's chin and raised her head, "Just checking
out the merchandise. I know you want this one but I might, too." He
expected a challenge to that.

"That's all right. We can share."  The man smiled, put his hand on his gun
and strode off, his attention drawn to the fifth boy on stage, a boy who
was now only in a leopard loin cloth and was about 14, strutting his
stuff. He tried to look happy for the men but was also scared as his flexed
his abs. He untied his loin cloth and started to flop his dick out and
shake his hips, his penis going up and down, slapping against his belly.

"I was always gay, you know. Just brave enough to acknowledge it," he told
her, "You helped me to do that, Izzy, in your own way."

"Cor, how long it took you. How old are you now?"

"Oh, 903, take a few years or so."

"So...you've lost some years?"  Izzy asked, "My Doc...you always tol me you
were over 1000..."

"We can argue about age etiquette later. Let's get them outta here."  The
Doctor said. "You scoop the ones on the stage. I'll get the lights and the
bullets."

"Don't I always get the easy jobs," she snarked. "When?"

"No time like the present," the Doctor took out the sonic
screwdriver. Izzy's face lit up. He made the lights go out. Izzy sprang
into action and leapt onto the stage before anyone could react.  Izzy was
on the stage and ushering the naked five up there out the door in no
time. The Doctor grabbed the other four by their clothing and pushed them
toward the door. "RUN if you want to get out of this!"  The boy didn't
hesitate. They ran down the hallway. Men saw them running, the Doctor
behind. He turned and pointed the sonic screwdriver.

Izzy, who had ushered her group into a van's open door, ran past the four
boys the Doctor saved and back into the hall, "Doctor!"

"Doctor! Get out of here!"  she yelled, "They have guns!"

"I know. I wouldn't fire those if I were you," the Doctor pushed Izzy back
toward the end of the hall.  "Your bullets have melted in their holders and
magazines."

"Doctor, you know you never managed to get that bullet melter to work!"


"It was a bluff, Izzy. Thanks for letting them know that!"

One man shot but the gun went off in his hand and blew off in his
hand. Fingers fell. He screamed and grabbed what was left of his
hand. Blood. "He's right! Don't fire!"  The largest man said.

"My boys? What's happening with my boys?"  Tullah came down the hallway. He
ignored the man writhing against the wall, holding his hand.

"RUN IZZY!"  The Doctor yelled.

The Doctor and Izzy were out the door and into the van. The van skidded
tires as it raced off. A woman with short white hair was the
wheel. "Slowest getaway ever!"

"Oh," the Doctor leaned over the upholstered seat, "You'd be surprised,
Mrs. Moore."


"That's not my name!"  the driver snapped.

"What is it then, Angela Price?"

"No, my name is..."

Izzy sat up from the boys, "Doctor, this is Randy Corky."

"Say what? Randy Corky? NO! Naw, that can't be your real name. It's as if
you're a lesbian too like Lezzy here, Izzy here, and you're parents named
you by knowing that and also were fans of Gina Gershwin's character from
Bound and Laurel Holloman's character from The Incredibly True Adventures
of Two Girls in Love!"  The Doctor looked at Izzy. He looked back at Randy,
who snapped her head back at him. "Izzy, are you trying to tell me
something about you and she?"

"Doctor!"  Izzy gasped.

The Doctor put both hands over the seat and grabbed Randy's arms and shook
it, the van screeching to the side, "Oh sorry! You must be the something
amazing that Max ..."

"Max..."  Izzy said warmly, remembering Max Edison. "Is he all right?"

"I honestly don't know but I'm going to check on him next. He said you'd
found something amazing in Kabul. SHE must be it."

"I'm amazing all right," Randy said, "Iz, baby, who is this joker?"

"No, no. Not the Joker. That's another whole story...saga really, let's not
go there at this time. We haven't the time."

"Randy, the Doctor," Izzy said.

Randy's eyes went wide, "Oh, then you're..."

The Doctor felt a pain in his stomach. Izzy asked, "What is it?"

"Mame," one of the older boys drew her attention.

"My adoptive mother is mame," Izzy said, "Call me Les...Izzy," she shot a
look at the Doctor for his joke, "What's wrong?"

"Some of us get food for our families by doing what we were doing."

"But those men...what they do to you after...dancing is all fine and
well..."

"Even I used to know how to do it," the Doctor said. He held his stomach.
"Randy, when things calm down can you circle round and bring me back to
my...that ole blue police box..."

She shot him a dirty look, "I saw that. Soon as we drop them off."

"Where you taking them?"

"US Embassy. I think."

"Good plan."  The Doctor said.

"At least unlike your plans, Doctor, there doesn't involve a butt..."

The Doctor looked behind one of the 15year old boys who was naked, "I beg
to differ."

Izzy took some blankets and passed them out to the five naked boys. The 15
year old passed some to the younger boys.  "Sorry, mame, I'm sure most of
us, the older ones especially---we---we have to do what we do. In order for
survive. You understand?"

"But the sex...the raping..." Izzy said.

"We are what we are," the 15 year old said. He was still naked but covered
the other naked boys with a blanket Izzy had.  "Our families, some of them,
depend on us for food. For money. For things..."

Izzy looked, "This is not the way."

Randy called, "Listen, Iz, give them the other speech, luv, if they want to
keep doing it."

"Other speech?"  The Doctor asked and then heard Izzy go on about safe sex,
rubbers, condoms and being tested. "That's it, Izzy, unionize the
prostitutes. That's my girl!"

Soon, enough, the Doctor was dropped off. Izzy grabbed his arms. Randy
called, "Iz, we can't stay here long. We'll be spotted."

"Izzy Sinclair. Izzy Somebody."  He hugged her, "You are somebody. I'm so
glad you're makin a difference. Keep it up, Izzy. Or rather keep it down on
those old pervs there..."

"You never told me if you have anyone in your life, now.  A guy?"

"Two. I don't have time to go there. I've spent far too much time here
already. I do have to go..."

"You...you're dying, now, aren't you?"

The Doctor started his walk, "I'll see you again, Izzy. Give my love to
your parents and Randy...nice meeting you."

"Wish it was under better circumstances."  She called from the driver
seat. "Also, wish I were nicer to you."

"No, threat, kiddo. At least not as a male. Maybe if I turn into a female
this time..."

"Where'd you meet this one? She's clearly British. Eastender?"

"Yeah. But she was working at the Embassy."

"Really?"  The Doctor shrugged, "As long as I've lived, I can still be
taken by surprise. Wish I heard more about her...or could hear more but
I've go ta go. Maybe when I turn female this time...a girl...no Adam's
apple...I'll be back to be a rival..."

"I heard all about you," she said, "I know what you're capable of and..."

The Doctor shrugged and raised his eyebrows, `And?"

"...that's not funny."

"Yes, it is," Izzy smiled and kissed him on the mouth.

"Till we meet again, Izzy."

The Fourth Doctor thought, "Till we meet again, Sarah."

The Tenth Doctor turned, his jacket tails trailing, and he nodded and
walked into the night, illuminated by poor street lights and the moon.


18TH SEASON THEME SONG ENDING

The Doctor...Tom Baker
The Doctor...David Tennant
The Doctor...Harry Styles
The Doctor...Paul McGann
Ood Sigma...Paul Kasey
Thea Ransom...Wanda Ventham
Maximus Pettulian...Bart Allison
Reinette DePompadour...Sophia Myles
Christina DeSouza...Michelle Ryan
Jackson Lake...David Morrissey
Frederick Lake...Tom Langford
Rosita Farisi Lake...Velile Tshabalala
Adelaide Brooke...Lindsay Duncan
Izzy Sinclair...Gemima Rooper
Randy Corky... Christina Cole
Susan Foreman Campbell...Carole Ann Ford
Tim Lattimer...Thomas Sangster
Wolfie Ryter...Gerran Lyn Howell
Heather McCrimmon...Jessica Atkins
Magenta Pryce...????
Charlotte Elspeth Pollard...India Fisher
Lucie Miller...Sheridan Smith
Dalek Voice...Nick Briggs


Narrator Howard DaSilva : Next time, as he lay dying, perhaps for the last
time, Doctor Who, still stuck in his Fourth Doctor Leisure Hive Body
continues to remember his time as the Tenth Doctor when he visited all of
his former companions...  17th season end theme

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