Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2013 14:35:04 -0400 (EDT)
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse, and Jeremy 126

Howard Da Silva: As he lay dying, perhaps for the last time, the Doctor,
still stuck in his Fourth Doctor body but as ancient as it was in the
Leisure Hive Recreation Generator, recalls that as the Tenth Doctor, he
visited every one of his former companions... (We hear VALE/VALE DECEM
music into...) The Tenth also told Izzy he realized he was gay because of
her but that was the current Doctor's thoughts intruding into his own. He
is really still resisting his being gay and even his non-sex with Rose
didn't convince him...however he forgot that part of his talk with
Izzy...and still insists in his Tenth Form that he is not gay...maybe...


Tom Baker season 15 opening credits build into David Tennant's FOURTH
season credits (the season with Donna). David Tennant...DOCTOR WHO


A Pertwee era sting (Ambassadors of Death) blurbs and we see : "JESSE" and
another distorted sting hits and brings up "AND JEREMY"


Theme ends into...


REMEMBRANCE OF THE COMPANIONS part two

VALE/VALE DECEM music starts...and fades into...

Large purple lilacs in a very engorged flower pot. Pan outside to the
street. The Tenth Doctor stands outside the window peering in. Hundreds of
flowers of every color, size, stem type.  "Fitzgerald Michael Kreiner. The
real one? The clone? Post Faction Paradox? Doing what you're meant to be
doing. Bringing beauty from this world into the lives of others. In
Archway, oh yes! No more making up for kicking a football into George
Cullen's dad's greenhouse. You hated even killing flowers."  Fitz was
inside, puttering around, cutting flowers and putting them in a bundle for
a very old lady who was a customer. The Doctor smiled and jauntily moved to
the door, opened it, and looked up as the bell above his head rang,
heralding his presence.

Fitz didn't look up from his work. "Be right with you, mate."  He began
talking to the lady, "So I opened this shop to bring me back to me roots,
luv."  She laughed. "Didn't mean to make a small joke there but I had this
friend of mine, a bloke. He always drew me away from that. My destiny was
to do just what I'm doing right now. Here you go, mame."

The Doctor heard that and his gleeful expression dropped to one of complete
seriousness. He backed out of the door and held the bell so it would not
ring. As the lady made to leave, Fitz looked up from the counter, brushing
aside dirt that came from the pot and the end of stems. He brushed them
into a garbage can and when he looked up, "Now for you, mate..."  he looked
and saw no one. The lady was going out the door. "Wasn't there someone
just..."  Fitz shrugged. He had a knowing look in his eyes but then shook
it off.

VALE/VALE DECEM music picks up and melds into the Madam Butterfly opera at
the point where the 7th Doctor was first being operated on by Grace in the
TV MOVIE...

A skull.  A hole in it leading to the brain. A Chinese man was lying on a
table, his eyes darting back and forth as a doctor finished the application
of electrodes into the holes.  The Chinese man said, "Amazing Grace, you
are called."

The doctor, a redheaded female, had on white coverings, over her mouth, her
head and hair, and in fact, she and all her aides were covered in white
overalls, with gloves on. She smiled under the mouth covering, "You just
talk to us about what you are feeling. It's very important, Mr. Ho."

"I feel nothing painful."

"Good," she said, in perfect Chinese. She placed the last of electrodes
into the final hole...in the patient's head.

She looked wide eyed as the wires pushed out of the man's skull and tiny
worm like creatures began to emerge. The aides gasped. "Okay, okay," Grace
calmed them, "We expected this."  She went to an intercom and an aide
pressed a button for her, "Yu See, is there any word yet?"


A white woman was the secretary at the doors, "Doctor?"

"Yes?!"

"There's an...astronaut at our doors."

An astronaut was at the doors of the hospital and holding a large metal
box. He waved to the security guards, who pulled guns.


"That's him! Let him in, Curtis! Let him in!"  Grace yelled, "And give him
an immediate escort to operating room seven! HURRY!"

"How do we hold them back in the meantime?"  An aide asked.

"We don't!"  Grace gasped.

One of the aides had eyes Grace thought that she simultaneously didn't AND
did recognize. It was the one who pressed the button for her. This was the
Tenth Doctor, who looked away to avert her gaze from his. Grace returned to
the patient who wanted to get up but who was held down by clamps. "Ho Ho!
Mister Ho, don't try to get up. These things are not going to harm you."

The Doctor's eyebrows went up, "Fendahl babies?"

"What? What did you say?"  She asked him.

"Nothing. Alonsey," The Doctor said.

"What does that mean?"

"French for let's go."

"Fascinating," Grace rolled her eyes. "In the meantime, how do we stop
these things?"

"You'll find a way. You're amazing grace," the Doctor told her.

"And what was your name again?"  Grave moved back toward this man in the
white overalls.  She took her mask off her own mouth.

The door light blinked and in came the astronaut. The security men closed
the doors behind him. The astronaut handed Grace the Box.

The Fourth Doctor's voice said, "I hope it doesn't shoot anyone with
electricity. Had a terrible time getting past that bullshit last time."

The astronaut handed the Doctor his helmet, "Here you go. Make yourself
useful."

The Doctor's eyes went wide. Not just because he was being put in the place
of the menials but because the face that belonged to the body that handed
him the helmet was Chang Lee. He was 11 years older, the Doctor could tell
by sniffing the air, and his hair was shorter and less curly but it was
Chang Lee, one of his friends from THAT night in 1999. "So the old boy was
right this time. This time is 2010."

Chang Lee and Grace ignored him, not even having heard him speak. Together
they carried the box to the foot of the man's bed. "UNIT helped?"  Grace
asked.

"Of course, with your credentials and my experience in space."

"This better..."  Grace opened the box, "Lead lined?"

"Yeah, only way to contain mama..."  Chang Lee looked inside, "Give her a
few...she's been sorta in hibernation..."

"Mama?"  The Doctor put the helmet on the floor, "Oh no, don't do
that. Really, don't do that. No, really..."

The larger Fendahl came out of the box and sucked air. It's gross tentacle
came out of its mouth and the babies flew off the man's chest to it. "Man
will be okay now," they all heard telepathed to their minds by an unearthly
voice. "Glad to have helped."

"Glad?"  The Doctor asked. "What the fuck is it with friendly Fendahl? And
on...Mars..."

"Yes, doctor, friendly, and we will see you again, on Mars."  the Fendahl
mother said. "Astronaut Lee, time to return me to Mars."

"Yes mame," Chang Lee nodded, "With your family."

"Family? Fendahl's don't do family," the Doctor whispered.

"We do. And my baby will help you on Mars in the year 2782. Against
President Shrub."

"Yes, I remember. Thanks. But how do you remember?"

"I have collective mind time or collective time mind. You were just
thinking of that time. When I or rather one of my offspring saved your
life."

"Yes."

The babies curled around the mother's tentacles and mouth and head. There
were 10 of them. The creatures were locked up in the box.  "Grace," Chang
Lee heaved the box up between them and leaned over it to kiss her
cheek. When he was finished, he added, "Good to see you again."

"You saved his life."

"A fellow astronaut, why not? He was infected by mistake. On the next
expedition to find him, I made contact with the mother. Or rather she, a
Fendahl made contact with me. But it was your quick thinking in seeing what
was inside his head, the Doctor's files with UNIT, and your connection, as
well as mine to UNIT that made it all come together."

"So how is he?"  Grace asked.

"He? Ho will be fine, you have to finish the surgery though..."

"The baby, of course. Chang Lee..."

"Yes...?"

"Not you, your baby."

"Baby?"  The Doctor raised his eyebrows.

"Chang Hu..."  she looked up, "I just...did you name him after the Doctor?"
The Tenth Doctor puffed his chest out.

"Who?"  Chang Lee smiled at her.

The Doctor lowered himself and frowned.

"The Doctor...very funny," she chided Chang Lee, "It's good to see you
again."

Chang smiled and walked out, put the box down. The Doctor looked at the box
and was still wide eyed. "Mars, you're returning to Mars. In the year
2010...no one..."


Chang Lee found his helmet on the ground. "God..."

"Yeah?"  The Tenth Doctor asked.

Chang Lee put his hand out and the Doctor said, "Oh, oh, sorry, big
fella..."  He gave Chang Lee the helmet.

"God, you can't even watch over one small helmet," Chang Lee nodded and put
it on his head. The Doctor clamp it shut. "And by the way, all that Mars
stuff, the creatures you just saw, this surgery, it's all classified, you
know that, right?"

"Yup."

"These young interns. They might never become the next doctor."  Shaking
his head, Chang Lee was gone. Grace was finishing the procedure on Ho.

"I hope that's not prophetic."  The Tenth Doctor raised one corner of his
lips.

The Doctor followed Chang Lee out, "And an addict becomes a
non-addict. Grace, I was right. I knew it. You are fantastic."  On
fantastic, he went into a Northern London accent. He walked out of the
Tangdu Hospital in Xi'an. He breathed in. "Ahh, right, now I can breathe
in, Grace. I know you and Chang Lee will be all right...are all
right. Without me."  He smiled and moved to the TARDIS which was parked
near a car park pillar. "Glad the Chinese didn't tow it."  He felt his
stomach lurch. "Time's short? Klein and Will Arrowsmith await. And Private
Sally Morgan. But Chang Lee...something is going to happen to him...the
Fendahl that met me on Mars was frozen into a comet and landed
there...according to President Shrub...I'll have to check on that first,
make sure Chang Lee is all right. Then, it's Trix, Anji, Crizz, Ssard and
Stacey, Destri. Frobisher. Cat. Antimony, two androids but so human at
heart. Dear Frobisher. And oho so many others."



"And on top of them all, Bernice Summerfield..."

"2618, A.D. Planet Legion. White Rabbit bar, run by my bro...Irving
Braxiatel."  Bar. Jack and Ruth on bar stools, either side of Benny. Benny
between them. Head down between hands, face almost in a large cup of some
beverage. The Tenth Doctor smiled.  "People who drink will talk."

Later in an apartment on Legion...

"What the hell?"  Antonio asked as he walked into the room. The Doctor shut
the sonic screwdriver off.  "I'm...I'm alive. Just now...I..."

Blinking awake, Peter, the dog/wolf/ape boy drew himself up from his
couch. He had on only tight black leather pants. "Who the hell are you?
How'd you get in here?"  Peter drew his claws out and showed his fangs but
stopped his attack immediately . He stopped on seeing one Antonio Tulloch,
his tall Zarosian love. Beside the man was another, a man holding a sonic
screwdriver in hand. A man with the light tanned overcoat and far up hair.

"Required: one tall Zarosian lover," the Doctor said, "Delivered free of
charge. Well, except for the charge I had to use to start his life."
Antonio rubbed his eyes.

Peter rubbed his eyes, also. He could not believe his eyes. And said so, "I
can't believe my eyes."

"Cor, it's your nose that's hard to believe."  It was a dog's. The Doctor
smiled, "And you, nice to finally meet you. Peter Gay...uhm, Guy..."

Peter rolled his eyes and nearly showed his razor sharp teeth.

"... half human half Killoran, mostly wolf features but some ape features
as well. Peter and Antonio were slaves on Bastion. That's what I heard your
mum say. My brother brought him to Legion. When he was good. Or a good
version from a parallel universe, alternate time or vice versa. My brother,
not Peter."

"Cor, you're exasperatingly like mum."  Peter moved closer, "Cor
blimey. I'm a wanker. Irving's brother. Then you must be...the...and
he...he's Antonio?"

The Doctor frowned, "Yeah. Well, the same but new. Oh, it's hard to
explain. I really don't have the time. I'll have to ex..."

"DON'T explain later!"  Peter roared. "Explain now. I mean if you know what
I've been through in the past...bouncing around time, prehistoric past,
comet hitting Earth...pterodactyls...dinosaurs... "

"That stuff happens to my friends and I all the time."

Peter went on, "...caught up in a slave mine...on Bastion...and I wouldn't
have changed any of it for anything..."

The Doctor drew serious.  "I know you wouldn't change a thing ...Bastion,
it's there you met him. Where I met him. Where I took him from
himself...just before he really died...that final soul leaving---but there
were two other parts of it flung elsewhere.  It wasn't easy my friend. Your
friend, I mean. Lover, I mean. Also, had to take him from your head. And a
bit from a crystal that that horrid Avril Fenman had. She didn't even know
he was in there. Three separate places, now one being."

Peter wondered, "But didn't you need Hera?"

"Used the Power Sword. Borrowed from a friend of mine. Stood there and
said..."

Flashback to the Tenth Doctor wielding a sword on Bastion and draining
energy from Antonio's body, "BY THE POWER OF GRAY SKULL!"

Bewildered and trying to accept this, Peter almost sat down, "You
...didn't...need...Hera..."

"I didn't need Hera. The asteroid, not the wicked stepmother of Herc."

Antonio asked Peter, turning to him, "What is he talking about?"

"I...I don't know, Antonio."  Peter moved to him and moved into his
embrace, "But all I know is he brought me back to you. Fully."

"Yeah, had to visit three different time zones to get all of him, too. He's
got a lot of the stuff, you know. Not the white Stuff, the fluff or...but
he's got a lot of man there. You've got a lot of man there."

"But the body? My...this body."  Antonio turned to the Tenth Doctor.

"A hot one it is, too. And Scottish accent. That's always a plus."

"Always meant ta ask him that," Peter wondered, "Why does he sound like
he's Scottish?"

"Lots of planets have a Scotland, apparently...Used to be Scottish myself
once or twice..."  The Doctor smiled at him, and tilted his head, "Reminds
me of someone I knew once...or twice. Skagra. No, no, not Skagra. Someone
else, who else? Salyavin. Salyavin. Or was it Chronotis? Ron? Otis?
That's...not it. I know. I've got it now, SHADA. No, no, not Shada, I don't
have time for..."  he held up his hand. "Bristol. Parsons. Chris
Parsons. You remind me of both of him."

"He's even more confusing than your mum," Antonio puffed.

"So what about...you know...'is ghost? Life force? In that body?"  Peter
dared to ask.

"Easy one. A ganger. Not yet with a soul, I took one soul, well, three
parts of one and aimed it at a ganger. I knew the man who ran the
factory. It's not like taking a life. There wasn't one inside this ganger
and never would be. I made sure of that. There was you. I had the image of
you from my TARDIS files and well ahhhh..."

Peter rested his head on the taller Antonio's chest. He shut his
eyes. "Doctor, so this IS Antonio."

"No question about it," the Doctor said, "Which leaves just one
question..."  He saw rising bulges on both bodies rubbing into each other.

"Don't worry. We're consenting adults, aye, mate?"  Antonio kissed Peter
and looked at the Doctor. Peter shrugged. "Well, I am anyway and my brave
young pup here, he's well, in dog years...got us both beat."

"Doubt that, friend."  The Doctor raised his eyebrows.  "Not that question,
just one...when can I leave you two alone?"

"Oh, but mum will want..."  Peter started to ask but when he looked
sideways from Antonio's chest, the Doctor was gone.

"Gone?"  Antonio said, "I...I can remember everything, too."

"Your soul, your spirit, it's all back," Peter said, "Mum will never
believe... well, when I tell her it was him. The him she always ranted on
and on about and about and about...she said he could do miracles but
blimey..."

"How? Who was he?"

"The Doctor."

"Who?"

Antonio put his arms under Peter's legs and lifted. Peter had already
removed his pants with no difficulty, tearing them to shreds in the
process...which was why he had no difficulty removing the skin tight
pants. Antonio already took all his clothing off. As he held Peter aloft,
Peter's huge uncut boner unfurled out and struck Antonio in his gnarled
belly button. Pre cum splashed there and rested, then drooled over the
ridge and down as Peter stuck his dick in Antonio's navel further. Antonio
held him up and then moved to the couch. He bent under Peter and put his
dick, which rose rapidly up to greet Peter's outstretched anus hole, right
in the hole and slowly lowered Peter onto his meat head.  He lifted him up
and down as Peter's feet hit the couch to steady himself. Antonio leaned
into the couch and into Peter, who moaned. He wanted to howl with joy
actually but thought better of it. "I'd almost resigned myself to
never...never...never..."

"Going in deeper than ever..."

"Never...ohhhhhhhaaahhh..."  Peter felt his prostrate hit by Antonio's huge
cock. He knew Antonio would spill it all inside him.

When Antonio massaged Peter's insides some more, he did spill. There was so
much, it exploded outside as well as inside. "AAHhhhhh..haaa...that
felt..."


Antonio withdrew and Peter felt the emptiness there. He began to catch his
breath.  "You know," he started. He sat down, cross legged on the couch and
then spread his legs out like a dog would. "Technically..."

"What?"  Antonio spread his legs and sat next to him. He wrapped his thick
muscled legs around Peter as much as he could. His cock dripping onto
Peter's left upper leg.

"You're still a virgin...in that body."

"But I remember it all..."

"I know. I could never forget you as much as you could never forget me..."

"Modest muppet, aren't you?"  Antonio patted Peters' head. Rather than
being offended by that, Peter blushed. He liked that.

"But yeah, in that body...it's never been made love to by me..."

Antonio shrugged, "By anyone."

Peter moved his leg from under Antonio and put it over Antonio's leg, "Lay
down."

Antonio obeyed and Peter got on top of him. Peter moved to Antonio's mouth
and began to kiss it. "It's your tongue I miss the most," he said.

Peter laughed into his lover's mouth. Then showed him what that tongue
actually meant. It was larger than a human tongue and it did the rounds in
Antonio's mouth...and would later do the rounds elsewhere. In between,
Peter said, "I'm...gonna...ahh, lick you all...uhhh...uhhh...all over
ahhh."  As he did this he pressed his body into Antonio, who was thicker in
body that the lithe Peter but who felt the pressure as love. Peter also
rubbed his hands along Antonio's sides, feeling his ribs, his hips, his
upper legs, inside and rounding each with his fingers, his palms. Their
chests pressed together and nipples were hard and moved over each
other. Breath was exchanged. Tongues were, too. Antonio tried to sit up but
Peter gently pushed him back down, "No, no. I do all the work this
time...it's my time..."

Between them, dicks were raging, bulging,
building. Sticking. Lathering. Veins rubbed over each other. Peter felt the
tingling all over his body. His hair made Antonio feel the heat even more
and in a good way. No, a great way. "My wonderful pup..."

"Shut up and enjoy."

"I am. Oh me god, I am."

The tingling which built in their groins spread from there. Like wildfire,
it reached every corner of their being. Their chests felt like explosions
of joy. Total contentment filled them as they became one. Peter turned
Antonio over onto his back a bit after that and lathered both sides of the
spine with pre cum before sliding up and down the back, his dick along the
spine itself, making long lines of clear shiny goo there. He kept this up
and down, up and down, then down and up ---down and up for a time before
sliding his penis between the cheeks. Then, he kept that sliding up and
down in the crack, then the other way for a time. Antonio tried to get up
but Peter shoved him down a bit more harshly this time. "I said stay and
enjoy..."

Antonio laughed. He could feel, eventually the rhythm of it all stop and
Peter make a stab for that glory hole. "Oh man! I mean Killorian!"

"Killorian IN!"  Peter jerked his body up some more and back as his ecstasy
increased to the point where he wanted to let loose...but didn't. He found
Antonio's insides as Antonio has found his. "NICE N'TIGHT! SO fucking
tight, my love. I fucking want to show you the ropes of my joy!"

Antonio gasped, "Ropes? More like the entire fucking rings of Uranus!"

"That's Saturn!"  Peter pressed, his penis head burning with uncontrolled
passion.

"I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKIN BOUT, MATE!"  Antonio gasped and laughed at the
same time, "Feels so fucking good!"

"I LOVE YOU!"  Peter exploded inside his hot man and like his insides
couldn't contain Antonio's new boy joy juice, so couldn't Antonio contain
all the ounces of cum flowing from Peter. A huge glop of cum rained out on
both sides of Antonio's anus, causing great pain and joy as if a bomb went
off inside and outside his anus hole. And Peter started to withdraw.

"No, don't! Again!"

"Do' n haft tell me twice!"  Peter grunted between teeth as he pushed
inside again.

"Plans?"

"To fuck the shit out of you. Well, not literally, I hope."

"I mean what are we going to do?"

"I dunno. Bar man, security, head now..."

"Head already reached."

"What do you mean?"

"You know your shuttle service? Restaurant?"

"Well, things have changed but can we discuss this later? I mean my shuttle
is in your service right now and you can eat me later..."

"Maybe it is a bad time to bring this up."

"I'm up all right."  Peter ploughed into Antonio again, this time holding
his longish hair back, pulling his head in pleasure and pain.

Still later, Antonio laid on his belly when Peter, laying happily across
Antonio's bare back, had a mischievous thought and it could actually be
seen crossing his face. He was sitting one moment with his feet up, knees
bent, head on Antonio's shoulder. "I'm going to lick every bit of you."

"I don't know, Peter, luv, I don't know if I'd like me some of that...so I
don't think...ohhh whoa. Whoa! Keep that up, babe."  Peter's tongue licked
from Antonio's right shoulder to his neck and the middle of it and then
down to the right lat. He then crossed to the middle. The licks
continued. "Oh man, that's so much better than a massage. Your tongue...it
does wonders...so relaxing...I just never felt anything like that before."
Wherever the tongue went, a rough feeling tingled and then gave way to a
calmer hotter sensation. The sometimes slow, sometimes rapid rhythm of the
lapping gave Antonio a warm feeling. And a roughed up feeling. The weight
of the tongue and then the pressure and then it not being in place gave him
a contented, calming deepness.

When Peter finished the entire back and moved on to the hips, sides, and
shoulders, he longed for the anus. He lapped there for a bit and lowered
the head of his tongue into the crux above the crack, then to one cheek,
then the other. Finally, he teased the anus ridge and finally, the anus
itself before delving inside. Beneath his tongue, Antonio squirmed. His
dick was pressed into the couch. Peter finished the legs and rose up to the
neck again. Once he was finished with that, he said, "Turn over."  Antonio
smiled, contentedly and shut his eyes.

"Mmmmmmm...are you sure you're okay?"

"Yea, it's how I show my love, luv."  He started at the navel and made
concentric circles from there outward. He spiraled the tongue around the
navel and spread out, encompassing the ribs, the lower belly meat, the tip
of the start of the cock, the front of the hips. Peter licked and licked
for a long time. He also sucked Antonio after the entire body was
licked. Antonio raised his head as Peter had licked his chest and nipples,
and all the area between those and his chin. Peter licked up between
pectorals and up to the chin. He left no flesh untouched by his strong
tongue.

"This should be our new business..."

"Shut up."

"When you're done, can we do it doggie style?"

"Shut up."

"Keep licking. I like. You lick."


It was a bright sunny day. The TARDIS was parked just inside the promenade
deck near the windows...of a giant zeppelin. The clouds outside passed by
showing the flight through a very blue sky.  The doors creaked open and the
Tenth Doctor came out. He leaned on the doors from inside, his body mostly
still inside. "Old boy, we've been here before...why'd you come back?"  The
Doctor came out of the TARDIS, "Hold on a minute. Not the same. Different
air ship."  In the restaurant inside the mostly white colored air ship,
were two giant ...thrones. "Now, this is interesting."  He turned and two
huge white lights filled the thrones. The Doctor held his arms and hands up
to shield his eyes but he had to see what was appearing ---slowly---ever so
slowly---in those thrones. He had to look away however when the light
became so intense that he could not keep looking. It all subsided in a few
moments.  He was able to look at the thrones. "Are you playing a game with
me? A game of thrones?"  He laughed at his own joke.  He moved forward and
knew at once the two people in those thrones. "Thomas Hector
Schofield. HEX!"

It was true. His young, stalwart blond hunk of a companion named Hex was in
the throne. He was completely naked and mostly hairless. And hot. The
Doctor had to think of something else to keep his dick down. "Hello,
Doctor," the former nurse said. In the throne, his six foot 2 height was
mostly missed. The Doctor put a hand on Hex's hand and turned to the other
figure, "And Kroton, me old Cyberman mate...but what are we doing here?"
When they didn't answer, surprisingly, he rushed to the windows and looked
over the side.  A lush green village was below.  Hex looked at his own hand
and smiled.

"The Welsh village of Llanfer Ceirog. Why does that ring a bell..."


Kroton stood up. The Doctor came over to him and looked up at his large
Cyberman companion. "Ahh, yes. Explanations?"

When he spoke, his warm voice belied the fact that he was a
Cyberman. "Doctor, kind Doctor. Still the same man. Hex and I...well, we
have become what you would call, might call Elder Gods. I'm the near center
of OmniVersal Spectrum."

The Doctor's brow furrowed, "Near center?"

"Yes, Doctor. No one of us is the center. And we all are."  Kroton said,
"And my wife Shallia. She is the pilot of this vessel."

"Yes, this vessel, it's so strange..."  the Doctor looked around, "Even for
me, who's seen...well, almost everything."

"No," Hex stood up, his muscles flexing, "You haven't Doctor. Remember the
beast...and there are other forces to counter the beast..."

"God?"

Hex smiled. "We're picking up some of your old friends."

"No!"  The Doctor yelled as the entire side of the promenade opened up.  He
shielded his eyes again, "My TARDIS is there. And besides you can't do
that! We'll be sucked..."

"You wish," Hex joked.

The bright lights appeared on the end of the opening up roof and
floor. Then, the lights faded and there were two old people there and a dog
between them. "Par my soul..."

"Not yet, Doctor," Kroton joked.

"...it's Hugh...you you and Janet..."  The Doctor put his hands to his
face.

The man stepped forward, a distinguished older man, in his 60s or 70s. "Did
you forget we lived in Llanfer Ceirog?"

The woman smiled, "You remembered the place but not us."

"I'm so sorry. A lot has happened since then. Oh, and your dog, too! He was
so friendly. I remembered that, I did."  The Doctor was amazed, "I thought
you...you died."  He turned accusingly at Hex and Kroton, "You...they
died."

Hugh smiled, "No, Doctor. We passed. Nothing really dies...well, we die but
we don't end. Nothing ends forever."

The Doctor looked crestfallen as the dog came up to him and he petted it,
"I do. I'm going to die. I'm going to end."

The old lady came up to him and put a hand on his chin, "Dear old
Doctor. Dear old friend. You don't."

"Yes, I do. I'm about to. Regenerate. Some new man will saunter off.

Janet smiled, "You've obviously have done it before. And you're acting like
a child."

"That's me, child. Child like."

"You have what most people never have. A long life," Hugh said.

"I'm so sorry about what happened to you both. I wish I could have..."

"Everything happens for a reason, Doctor," Hugh interrupted, "Stop thinking
about us. Stop thinking about yourself in terms of death."

"You know they're right, Doctor," Sam Jones came forward. A brunette.

"Doctor, you've never been so..."  A blond Sam came forward.

"Sam? Sam Jones?"  The Doctor came forward to her and saw the other
one. "No."  He backed off. "This is some kind of trick. An alien trick."

"No, Doctor. No more tricks," Sam said, "There are no tricks here. We have
picked up many of the so called dead."

"It's what we do," Hex added.

"It...it's amazing."  The Doctor said, "I once saw my companion Charley's
dead body after she was thrown...or at least I thought I did. And then I
didn't. Like time had changed..."

"It didn't happen that way," Charley came out of nowhere and hugged him,
"Hullo, Doctor."

"Charley!"  The Doctor hugged her, "You...you're alive!"

"Yes, Doctor and so will you be. Go through this change as you have
before. It's still you inside. I know. I've been with two of you and in the
wrong order. I saw the Sixth in the Eighth. I see them both in you. And the
rest."  Charley smiled.

The Doctor pursed his lips together, "Sounds like the first season of
Gilligan's Island. You know..."  he started when they all looked at him
like he was crazy. "And the rest...rather than just say the Professor and
Mary Ann."

Janet turned to Huge, "Professor?"

"That's what Ace used to call him."

"Ace? Is she here too?"  The Doctor asked.

Hex came to the Doctor and took his arms, "No, Doctor. Not yet."

"So this is 1992?"  The Doctor asked.

"Yes, for the moment," Hex answered. "We picked up Janet and Hugh and their
dog."

"Yes, Janet. Hugh."  The Doctor turned to them, "It's so good to see you
two. Conjures up the whole greenery of your place, the warm breeze of
summer, the still silent coolness of your winter wonderland, an open window
and the smell of percolating tea, cut grass, burned toast..."

Janet laughed, "I never burned my toast."

Behind her Hugh nodded and mouthed, "I did."  Out loud he asked, "Still
Time's Champion?"  Hugh asked.

"More like Time's Chump," the Doctor drew his eyes downward. "For you all."

Hex came to the front of the Doctor and looked up. The Doctor noticed Hex
was erect. "Is that a...an...Eternal thing?


Two other young men came to the promenade. "It's true, Doctor. I knew you
as your blond Sixth self. The one with the funny colored jacket,
sometimes. Sometimes it was all blue, never fit you though."

"Jeremy Fitzoliver, is that you? Blimey, it's like bloody This Is Your
Life. Or for me, more like This Is Your Death."

Hex nodded, "Doctor. You are no longer Death's Champion. We've taken care
of that."

"You're more powerful then she, aye?"

"Something like that," Hex added, "We just want you to know, even those
that died...we're all right."

"I can see that..."

Kroton added, "We want you to go on and know it is you."

The Doctor moved to Jeremy Fitzoliver, "Cor, blimey, is that really you?
After all this time, klutzy, gawky Jeremy Fitzoliver..."

Jeremy Fitzoliver came forward, "It's me, Doctor."

"I hadn't realized you died, too."

"You wouldn't, Doctor. Too busy. I was the John Doe you never met."

"I...I'm sorry."

"I know."

"And I knew your Third self."

"Grant Markham? You as well? But wait, Jeremy Fitzoliver you mostly
traveled with my Third self and you, Grant with my Sixth," the Doctor
pointed and crossed his arms as he did in comedic fashion.

"It's to prove a point," Grant smiled and took off his glasses to clean
them. Grant came over to him and whispered in his ear.

"No. No. Naw," the Doctor gawked. "I'm not."  He looked at Jeremy
Fitzoliver, who nodded yes.

Jeremy Fitzoliver added, "Grant and I are too, Doctor."

"Good for you but not me. I still have...I can't accept that."

"You will," Grant called to him, "Some day."

"Sorry, old friends. Can't be. Not human. That cannot be me, at all. And
some day, I will prove that."

"We have to do what we have to do, Doctor," Grant put a hand on the Tenth's
shoulder.

"Yes. All forgiven?" The Doctor asked about the things he did when he was
with Grant, leaving Grant.

"Yes. That was just silly. I DO forgive you, as you shall some day forgive
in turn, your enemies for all they have done," Grant smiled.


"Thanks. As for that other thing. No one will ever be a male and..."


"He will have the same name as me," Jeremy Fitzoliver told him.

"No, sorry," the Doctor nodded. "I'm purposely not going to remember that
bit of incorrect info..."  He smiled.

Janet smiled back, "He smiles. Our job is done."

"It is time for you to go, Doctor."  Kroton stepped closer.

"I could stay here forever."

"Yes," Hex said, "You could. But while you are here, you cannot
regenerate."

"Shouldn't ave told me that, my kind hearted nurse," the Doctor laughed,
"Now I won't leave."

"You must get inside the TARDIS, Professor," Hex said, "This air ship will
vanish from around it and if you're not..."


"Then the final death..."  the Doctor nodded. He opened the TARDIS doors
moving to it first. "I bid you all a fond farewell. I love you all."

Janet waved, "We know."  Her dog wagged its tail.

The Doctor nodded, "Yup."  He moved into the TARDIS threshold but stopped
and held the door frame as he came back out, "One more thing. Can I
request...that you pick up Angela Jennings of Torrok in the year 2191. And
somehow the woman that became Eva Braun, the fake Eva. She was called
Claire Adlwych."

"They are already on our list, Doctor," Hex moved to the Doctor and kissed
his cheek and pushed him into the TARDIS. He slammed the doors.

The airship/zeppelin vanished from around The TARDIS, which was suspended
in mid air. Blue on blue. TARDIS fell. The Doctor quickly worked at the
console and made it vanish, the sound of an airplane taking off filling and
distorting the air.

 "C'mon, people!"  Dorothy yelled, "This is Hollyweird! You can afford more
than that! Than this!"  She was seated at a table with other helpers of
both male and female persuasions. On the table, lined up vertically, were
large cans marked A (for AIDS), C (for Cancer), and E (for Equal Rights for
All).  Under those were cans spread out horizontally marked W (Women's
Rights), I (Idiotic Laws Repealed), the C was the crossroad can, K (Kid's
Protection), E (Ecological Preservation), and D (Disease Prevention
Research). They were in front of Hollywood and Vine where the famous
intersection where the Walk of Fame is.

Future Doctor (in Fourth's Doctor's body) thought, "Oh, that's where Jeremy
and Jesse revealed to the world that they were gay."

Stars were passing by and the place was cordoned off with ropes and
pedestals and those red poles with red link chains. Police were directing
traffic.  Don Johnson came by and dropped off a check. "Thank you, kind
sir," Ace looked up at him, "Anyone...else," she said in awe as Tom Cruise
came by and took off his glasses. He had on motorcycle gear. He nodded to
Ace and gave her a check.  She murmured, "Ace..."

"Excuse me?"

"Ace. Me name is Ace..."

"I'm Tom. Hope that's enough," Tom said and kissed her hand, taking
it. "I'm sorry but I am in a rush."

"Cor, sure, blimey."  Ace said. Tom left. She sat down slowly, staring at
the check, "Tom Cruise. That's a large..."

"I think I can beat him."  A gold bar dropped onto the table.

Ace, still looking at the check Tom wrote, "What do you think you're
doing?"

"I just thought that that block would come in handy. I'd like it to be
split among all the charities."  On the tables was the name of the
organization. A Charitable Earth.

"I don't think we can use..."  Ace put the Tom check in her pocket and
looked at the bar without looking up. "Cor, this is...gold..."

"Hmm hummm. From the planet Voga. They gave it me when I helped them stop
an EEEEEEEVil from the dawn of unRRRRRRegisterrrrred timmmmmmime."  The
Doctor purposefully talked in Scottish and also slurred his Rs and Es.

Ace looked up. "Professor. Doctor!"  She stood up. From over the table,
which she almost knocked over, she hugged him. "I thought you were dead."

"My companions are always making that MIStake," he said in Scottish and
emphasizing certain syllables and from over her shoulder.

Ace shut her eyes but then opened them and started to pull away,
"Wait. Why. Am. I. Hugging. You?"

The Doctor broke the hug completely, "What?"

"The last time I saw you, Professor," she started as a yell but then Ace
lowered her voice, looking around to see who was listening. No one
was. They were all too busy with stars (Mary Tyler Moore. The cast of Glee
including Cory Montieth. Charlie Sheen. Hugh Jackman. Taylor Lautner. Zack
Efron. Meryl Steep. Goldie Hawn. Kate Hudson. Adam Sandler. The two guys
from Supernatural. The cast of LOST, Mel Gibson, Charlize Theron, Emile
Hirsch—another future Doctor, who's wink at the Tenth went unnoticed,
Jodie Foster, Chris Rock, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, Will Ferrell, Ben
Stiller, Jason David Frank, William Shatner, the cast of Lost Girl, Selina
Gomez and Justin Bieber, James Franco, Katherine Heigl, Aston Kushner, Gary
Sinise, Miley and her father, Amanda Bynes showed up but went behind the
tables, took her top off to go shirtless and was carted away by police as
Ace ignored the whole thing from her table).

"Okay, maybe that's not EEEEEnufffff," the Doctor said and shook his head,
"Sorry."  From his suit jacket he took another bar and put it in a jar,
"From Midas Superior."

"Not that," she pulled his collar toward her. He looked at her. "You told
me my husband was gay."

"I did? Maybe I will but haven't yet."

Ace let go of the Doctor's collar and she looked sideways, "Cor. Think I'd
know better. I just gave you the info you need to come back and tell me."

The Doctor grew interested. "What I look like? No, don't tell me. I don't
wanna know. I'm dying, Ace. Now."

"Didn't you just hear what I told you? You almost ruined my life."

"Doesn't look like it from where I'm dying," The Doctor waved his arms
around, "Looks fine to me. I'm SOOO proud of you, Ace. Dorothy. McShane."

Ace sat back down, "You can go now..."  she looked up at him and he was
smiling. Her face broke. Slightly. "I'm serious."  He raised his eyebrows.

"Wouldn't you rather know the truth?"  the Doctor said.

"Wouldn't you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"  He asked her.

"Nothing," she said and nodded. She smiled, "Professor. Anyway, I met a
good guy this time. Don't fuck it up for me."

"Mommy," a little girl pulled on her mother's skirt.  "That lady just said
fuck."

"That's all right, dear," the mother said and shot Ace a look.

The Doctor sniggered and Ace looked at him, an angry face on her. Then, her
face broke again and she laughed, too. "It was good to see you, Ace. Love
your work."

"Same," she smiled back at him, "If it weren't for you..."

"Earth and all that."

"You've given the most charity."

"Good. I said it was more than...oh, you mean..."

"Your entire life, dedicated to saving it," Ace said, serious now.

"Have to go now. You're being too serious for me."  He flinched.

She stood up and started to leave the table.

"No, stay there."  He put his hand out, "It'll be okay. Regeneration, you
know."

"Yeah," she said, "I know. Still miss the little guy."

The Doctor turned from his walk away from her, "Oh, and Hex says hello..."

"Hex?"  Ace watched him go, a tear in her eye. "But he's ...dead."

Whoopi Goldberg came up with a check. "ExCUSE me? Can you take this? I mean
I'm here to pay you money for..."

Ace looked at her, snapped out of her revere of the Doctor. She shook her
head to clear away the tear. She pushed Whoopi's hand back, "Sorry, we
don't take money from people who support animal killers."

"Michael Vicks?"

"Yeah, that's the one. Almost forgot the dog murderer's name there."

"Isn't it time we forgive him?"

"Yeah. I guess," Ace shrugged, "But not forget. And hope that he's not
still doing it."

"Just take it."  She tried to push the check into Ace's chest.

Ace grabbed her hand and pushed it back onto the huge Whoopi chest.  "Get
the fuck out of here. I can't stand you. You did that for your stupid
ratings on your first show. You make me sick. And don't even think about
arguing or pulling your race card. You bitch."

Staring and thinking for a second, Whoopi blinked, turned and left.

"Mommy, that lady just said bitch."

"It's all right, dear. She was discussing a dog."


There was a warm fire in the fireplace. The TARDIS appeared in the
kitchen. The Tenth Doctor strode out. It was quiet in the quaint
cottage. "Old boy, you've been bang on where and when I want to go these
days and nights...but this time...no idea where, no idea when and ...well,
I need to let you know, as if, that I've not much time. Whom have you
brought me to this time, eh?"  He strode into the living room where the
fireplace was. Sitting in a big old comfy chair was a sleeping woman. An
old woman. She was about 79 years old now. "Ahh, now, now I understand, old
boy."  He leaned down to the old woman. He kissed her cheek and held her
hand. She was sleeping. Or so he thought. "Evelyn. The very special one."
He kneeled beside the chair, hoping against hope that she would wake up. He
looked closer at her. She was breathing. "How I miss you, terribly,
Evelyn. You were so...are so special to me."  He looked around, "So this is
either Earth or the planet Pelachan. Doesn't matter. You do, though."  He
stood up and kissed her other cheek and pulled the comforter that was on
her lap up over her chest. "Wish I had more time in this body. Maybe in the
next, dear, dear Evelyn."  He kissed her again and walked to the TARDIS.

The sound of the TARDIS's wheezing, groaning, grinding appearance could not
be heard. For loud and glaring and blaring was a cheap tape recorder,
probably a boom box, the Doctor thought as he emerged from the
TARDIS. "Yeah, okay."  It sounded like pop or disco or some bad combination
of the two.

A redheaded woman wearing an aqua blue one piece skin tight jumpsuit and
purple belt and who had long frizzy hair was bouncing as she lead a group
(of strange aliens of all shapes, sizes, and some that had neither shape
nor size) doing dance movements. "Pilates in the Pleiades class is now
over."  This was Melanie Bush. A lizard girl and her mother was among the
crowd. There were also some humans, including a 22 year old man in a
leather jacket who was kissing their mother. "Cut the romance if you want
the cuts, okay?"  Mel smiled.


The Doctor took in the surroundings.

"Come on, keep those hips moving. All four of them! Until that music
finishes! Then, it's over!"  Mel was in a space spa. A giant space
station. Looking up, the Doctor saw two track levels. There was a third one
but it was not attached to anything. It floated above the other two. There
was machines of all kinds. The machines seemed to accommodate species of
every type and what could be considered healthy and helpful to one species'
work out might be hazardous to another. Mel ran to a machine where a spark
of yellow light was spinning amid red lights. "Keep spinning. You must get
enough of a spin to keep your energy going. Good Metrizna."

She ran to another machine where a Judoon rhino man was lifting two bars
attached to thousands of pounds of weights. There was also an alien with
five tentacles pulling ropes from out of the wall and lifting them over his
head and then under his feet and jumping. Mel ran to him and offered
encouragement. The face was a non-descript one and in fact not a face at
all but a flat bit of the body with eyes and nose and mouth. "Eldrast,
Silurians don't do that like that, especially young males!" Mel ran to
another machine and another, calling out each in turn. "That's the
way. There you go! You got it!"  A Moonik was in a giant gravity room and
Mel knocked on the glass and gave him an okay sign with her fingers. The
Moonik did flips. A Therovian named Grig was on a rowing machine. Next to
him, also rowing was a skinny bone like tall alien who spook to Grig,
"Hello, I'm the Worrier."

Grig nodded, "Yes, yes, I'm sure. Hullo."

Mel ran to an alcove and yelled at a crystalline creature inside it. The
thing was bathed in red light, then blue. "Less rest, more color."  She ran
to a man lifting free weights. Or a robot. "Death Head, you need more
weight, less reps, not both!"

"Death Head want both."

Mel reached up to the weight control on the weight he was lifting over his
head and turned it up. "And I'm in charge here. If you don't like it,
leave. Besides, I don't like bounty hunters and you're here in my spa on
good will. MY good will."

"Death Head do as Melanie Bush say."

"Good. Thanks."  Mel ran past a lizard man, "And Mrs. Gorn, what did I tell
you about not using your shoulders on that machine. It's all for your
back."  The Gorn grunted. "I won't take that for an answer. Now, use your
spine on this one and on that machine that's next..."  The Gorn grunted so
she kept talking, "...yes, it's next! So don't argue, you must keep your
back straight and keep your shoulder blades down. Ample chest out."  She
passed a giant super Trod machine which held a tray.

The Trods were moving about the clientele and offering health snacks and
drinks.

"Barnabas."  Mel called a more humanoid shaped robot over to her,
"Barnabas, be a good chap and fetch me my body fat calibration meter."

"Yes, mistress Mel."  The robot moved off.

The Doctor scratched the back of his neck. "So that's where that robot's
got to. Mel stole him. Stole him from me!"  He sounded like his Sixth self
and realized it.

A gnome and an ice ape were throwing a medicine ball to each other. Mel ran
over to them, "No, no, no. Kragus, the idea is not to knock him over but to
try to adjust your throwing arms to his level and you to his. Understand?"
They nodded to her a yes.

Barnabas brought Mel her device and she shot him a look, "Took you long
enough. But thanks," she smiled, "I know I'm complaining a lot but you're
all doing a magnificent job and at least you're here. Keep up the good
work!"

Barnabas looked at her impassive.

"What?"

"You are complaining a lot," he told her.

"Thanks. Put it on my evaluation."

"Noted."  Barnabas moved off.

"I own the place," she told after him. She sighed. She moved over to a
large Master Plant creature that had its roots in water moving around
trying to catch light sticks. "Master Plant, time to calibrate..."  As she
worked on doing this, trying to pinch a plant creature's skin, the Doctor
looked around.  Nearby, a centipede person was jump roping.  So was a giant
yellow caterpillar.

"Don't forget to breath, Motra."

In a tank of water in another alcove a Tormian Toadman was swimming. Two
cow were walking between machines and talking to each other. Calibrating,
Mel looked up at them, "I'll be with you in a moment, level C has more of
what you two need."  Mel finished and looked at the Plant Master monster,
"Good. Good. It's down. I'm liking the numbers. Keep up the good work with
your root diet."  Mel moved to the space cows and stopped as she passed the
health food bar. "Dr. Asimoff, Ivan," she put her hand around the amorphous
blob man in a white robe, "The steam room is over there. Stop watching the
Medic and get there."

"But it's good. Today he gets a red head in..."

"The show's trash. Trust me. It's written by that deceased woman, what was
her name? Margie Lowpay?"

"Yes, good, wasn't she?"

"NO!"

The Doctor smiled and turned to the TARDIS. Mel ran up to him and handed
him a drink, "Carrot juice."

"Carrot juice?"  He turned and took it.

"Carrot juice," she nodded and ran off to help the cows.

The Doctor downed it. He was amazed.  "She knew who I was. I didn't think
she knew..."  He then reacted and stuck his tongue out,
"Uggghhhh. Yuggggah."

Barnabas passed by, held out his tray, and asked, "Cup, sir?"

The Doctor put the cup on the tray, "Yeah, and hello again."

"Hullo, Doctor. Good to see you again."

"Keep protecting her."  The Doctor nodded. He went into the TARDIS and
waved goodbye and shut the door.

"Who shall protect me? From her?"

The TARDIS took off. Mel looked toward the sound it made and smiled from
helping the cows to the lift.



8163 AD

"I've been here before."  The Tenth Doctor walked into a bar. "I'm so
stupid. A-Lux. Bar. Bish. Fish. Frobisher!"  He looked around, "Where are
you, my old mate?"  On a bar stool was Creeby, a fly man, who pointed an
insect hand at the doors behind the bar. There was also an ape man taking a
drink who also pointed. An elephant man sat next to him. The Doctor stormed
behind the bar when a lithe woman who had the face and nose of a duck came
from the doors and grabbed his arm. "Oi! Gal, let me go!"

"Dogbolter send you?"  Caralla twisted his arm behind his back and forced
his front down. Creeby took a sip of some vicious looking fluid in a
jar. Buzzing sound of a giant fly.

"Josiah? No, he's dead. At least I think he is. Depends on whom you talk
to. Hob thinks he's alive but I think that's just robo-denial."

A huge Conan type man came from behind the doors. "Can't a man have sex on
the job without being...is that?"  He wore only a loin cloth and looked tan
all over.

The Doctor half turned, his face nearly on the floor.  "Lotsa peanuts on
the floor. You should sweep up."

"I'll sweep it up with you."

Frobisher bent down, "Doc?"

"Yeah, hi."  The Doctor grinned and managed to half wave.

"Oi, Caralla, let em go, he's me old friend, the Doctor."

"He's the bloke you've been telling about. The ones with the funny colored
coat and the smaller one with the dark tweed jacket and the question mark
umbrella?"

"He's the one."

"I am and I need my arm," he told them. As Caralla apologized, the Doctor
added, "I was here in my Eighth body not so long ago."

"That guy."  Frobisher Conan pointed and shook his finger, "Yeah. I sorta
figured after you left that that was you. You were so troubled. And it
wasn't that long ago. Maybe last year, that guy with the Wild Bill Hicock
outfit was in here...he was so sad..."

"That was a hard life, me 8th was. A lot of bad stuff happened. It was a
long time ago for me that I was here---maybe 100 years ago for me but one
year for you but...but never mind me---how are you?"  The Doctor slapped
Conan on the back and looked warily at Carella as she moved closer to guard
Frobisher.

Frobisher turned into a penguin, "Like you remember me?"

"Love that form."  Caralla smiled, "I do."

"Makes me rethink rethinking it. It used to remind me of Francine."

"Oh, her, you really shouldn't bring up the living dead," the Doctor
said. "Well, my old friend, just stopping by to see that you are all
right."

"I'm great, Doc but you...you don't look so good."

"It's why I can't stay."

"Regenerating?"

"Yeah," the Doctor was surprised by Frobisher's quick assessment and his
calm demeanor.

"I'm sure you'll do well."

"You're sure I'll...I'll...he's been here, hasn't he?"

"What? Who?"  Frobisher tried to remain innocent. "Whatever do you mean?"

"My next me?"

"Haven't a clue...used to use that as my old name, a take on that Avan
Tarklu, sounds like Avon. Why do you think...I know..." Frobisher could
tell from the Doctor's reaction that he knew he was covering. "You know me
too well, Doc. And you know Doc, spoilers. I really can't say."

"Yeah," the Doctor started to walk out.

"Oh, now, Doc, don't leave like that," Frobisher waddled after the Doctor
but not being able to catch him, turned back into Conan and blocked him at
the door. "Don't be that way. You are gonna be okay, Doc."

"Don't call me Doc," the Tenth smiled, "But it's okay. Now that I know that
you are okay."

Caralla called to them, "Oi. He's better than okay. With me."


"She tells the truth," Frobisher turned into Avan Tarklu, a pale yellow
faced, four foot tall humanoid. He had a featureless head and was wearing
spectacules and a brimmed hat.

"I should like a hat like that," the Doctor smiled, "Had one once."

"You can't have this one, it's part me DNA."

"I know that, Frobisher."  The Doctor smiled. Frobisher stuck out his hand
and the Doctor took it. It changed to the Conan hand, big and strong inside
the Doctor's very own.  "I've had some strange hands but that's a very odd
feeling."  It changed again to the flipper. "Goodbye old friend."


"Till we meet again, Doctor."

"Yeah," the Doctor smiled.  He left and Frobisher turned into Conan again
and hugged Carella.

Caralla frowned, "He seems kinda sad."

"Right now, he is."

"I feel sorry for him."

"He'll be all right."

"I know, but right now he's so sad."

"I'm not though, so let's continue where we left off."  They went back into
the back rooms.


On a studio set, Peri Brown sat with Deanna Lund. "You've been in the
forefront of women against battering."

"Yes and helping women and girls protect themselves from unwarranted
attacks."

The audience was intently watching Peri and Deanne. They didn't notice the
man behind the audience. The Doctor was in the studio and walked to the
last row of seats. He sat down quietly without taking his eyes off of
Peri. A huge screen was behind the two women who sat on a couch.

"Also, we've been seeing to the survivors of hurricane Katrina and helping
them. Yes, even to this day there are people who need recovery from Katrina
and Sandy. My organization has been helping both."

"I appreciate you being with us today, Deanna. Maybe you can come back one
day."

"I'd love to, Peri."

"Yes, and discuss that five day romance with Larry King and the
near-wedding."

"Hardly a romance..."  Deanna said.

"Next time," Peri said, "This."  On the screen behind her, a huge man,
bearded, Yrcanos, jumped off the corner of a wrestling ring and yelled.

"BARUNEieeeeeeeeeee!"  He landed on a 22 year old in a Mexican wrestling
mask. The 22 year old was ripped, cut, shredded and lean. But he was
smaller than the wrestling former king.  "Raccomandato hurt?"


"Is this a form of child abuse, next time on Peri Talks or PT."  Peri
announced, "Good bye until next time..."

The Doctor shook his head and held his nose and smiled. He stepped back
into the corner of the studio where the TARDIS was. He faded into the
darkness there, his jacket endings twirling in the shadows, the last thing.



3483 AD

The Tenth Doctor snuck around a rusted corridor in the dark of Terminus and
put his hands on the frame of an open doorway, the jagged bits just nearly
cutting him. He noticed the door was off hinges. Inside, was a makeshift
laboratory. Inside, Nyssa, practically in underwear, was mixing fluids in
test tubes. A makeshift generator was on.

Skinny white costumed Olivir came into the room from another door, one that
opened, although slowly and noisily. His brown hair was down and long. His
clothes were ragged and holes could be seen at his stomach and chest,
showing his cut abs, "It's arrived. The blue box."

"I can't right now, Olvir. I'd be glad to see the Doctor but, I can't leave
this. You greet him. I have to fix this. It's ever so close now. I'm ever
so close now. I'm almost a cure for the disease," Nyssa said. Behind her
stood the Garm, silent.

Olvir watched her. On a bed was a sick Vanir man named Bor.

"I've got it! I've got it, Olvir," Nyssa jumped up and almost dropped the
test tube. Olvir grabbed her and twirled her around. His ragged suit was
open at the chest and belly, ripped from his working. It was clear he had
Lazar's disease.

"Now to test it," he took the test tube before Nyssa could protest and
drank it.

Nyssa watched, "I wanted to test it on Bor first but...how do you feel?"

"The same."  He looked at himself and felt his stomach.

"No, the sores," Nyssa pointed, "They're...vanishing."

"You sound surprised," he smiled as she took him into her arms.

"I am," she said, "I doubted my abilities."

"I never did," the Doctor said quietly and left. In the hallway, he heard
Nyssa say...

"We can inject this through the chest pieces or give it to them
orally...it's even better than the new hydromel I've made. We might not
even need the radiation. How to get it to everyone though..."

"We'll do it. I'll help you. Everyone will have to be given it."

Nyssa nodded, "Yes, now that the Garm has completely shut down the
radiation factor, there's no danger there."

They had forgotten about the TARDIS and the Doctor entirely. The Doctor
realized this and smiled. He went into the TARDIS.

Tegan Jovanka was in an office. "If your mining company demonstrates a
willingness to get to know the people, comes to an understanding of the
struggles they are engaged in, and are willing to share in the wealth that
will be generated by doing business on Aboriginal land, then a yes answer
will forthcoming and not be uncommon for access to Aboriginal
land. Especially now."  "It is 2010," Tegan added.

The elderly man she spoke to rose from his desk, "Well, Miss Jovanka..."

"That's Ms. I know it's gone out of style but it's Ms to me."

"Ms. Jovanka," the man smiled and put his hand out...  she took it. He
said, "Is there some reason they're more desperate now?"

"Look, that doesn't matter," she said, "They might be desperate but they
will still be unwilling to give if you don't understand them or show some
concern, dare I say, even compassion for their plight. Companies must
consult and negotiate with indigenous people as opposed to running to the
federal government in hopes that Aboriginal rights will be legislated
away."

"If you look at our history..."

"You need to look at their history..."  She held his hand.

"You have a tight grip and indeed I was about to say if you look at the
history of the company, my company, our company...we've not turned to the
federal government for ...anything really. I am willing to work with the
people. You can bring them right here to my office and we will talk."

"That's just awesome," Tegan said and shook his hand.

Outside, in the hallway of this air conditioned high rise building in
Australia, the Doctor was listening. The door was open. The secretary was
gone. She has won lotto that day. The Doctor had left a ticket in her
mailbox. He punched the air with his fist, "Give em hell, Tegan. You always
did to me."  He sauntered off., his jacket flaps flapping.

"What was that?"  Tegan turned toward the open door. "Did you hear
someone?"

"My secretary is out today. There's no one in there or at least there
shouldn't be."

"I wonder who?"  Tegan shrugged it off. "Anyway, thank you, sir. I shall
return."

"I shall be waiting," he smiled at her. When she finally reached the bottom
floor and stepped out of the office into the hot sunshine of the Australian
summer, she thought she heard the last vestiges of the TARDIS
dematerialization sound. She shook her head out of it.


Trion. Huge desert. Jungle on another side. Large inactive volcano
centering both. Gigantic castle in the side of it. Light rain. Rainbows all
over as it ends. The Doctor materialized the TARDIS over the world. Then,
inside a bed room. He came out of the doors. "TEF'AREE!!!! GET BACK,
TURLOUGH! RUN, I'LL HANDLE THIS THING! LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU BASTARD!"

Turlough was front to front with a huge, eight foot tall, yellow
entity. The thing resembled a humanoid but had huge eyes, a sort of
crystalline light energy and four arms. It also had fantastic abs. Turlough
was completely naked and the redhead had his dick mingling into the dick of
the entity. The dicks parted and a spark flew between them. The Doctor
could then see that the penis attached to his old friend had red pubes. And
was dripping. "I...uh, Doctor, is that you? My gods, you've changed."

"No...I haven't...not yet..."

"No, you haven't. Still rushing in blindly where no one goes to do good
without being properly informed."

The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "My 7th would give you an argument on
that. He...rather me...I...we...monitored all of time and space for
messages. To make our plans."

Turlough's face was as red as his hair. He ran for his bed and picked up
his clothes. The Doctor pretended not to notice but his bulge was
burgeoning below. He faced the alien in the room, something he was more
comfortable with. What had Izzy said? "Just too brave to acknowledge it."
What had he told her, "You helped me to realize it."  Realize what? "I was
always gay, Izzy."  The Tenth Doctor nodded, "No, not me. I love Rose."

The Fourth Doctor voice, "Then why hadn't you had any sex with her. Or any
of your female companions?"

"What's happening, Doctor?"  Turlough asked with a pair of white shorts on.

The Doctor pointed, "Ohhh, those shorts. I've seen those before."

"Doctor," Turlough came up to him and held his arms as he tottered.

The Doctor recovered and faced the Tef'aree. "Why are you here?"

"It's all right, Doctor."  Turlough said.

"He knows everything. I told him."

"That you were Matthew?"

"Are Matthew Doctor. I am Matthew. We, I, he, me, us, love Turlough."

The Doctor laughed, "Is that..."  he looked at Turlough's shorts which had
a stain at the crotch. "I guess there's something resembling love."

Turlough came between the Doctor and the entity. "No, you just wait one
damned Time Lord second."  He put his hand on the Doctor's chest, "You come
in here, to my bedroom no less...and it being you, I don't really care
about that. But then you start judging me and my..."

The Doctor pushed forth his disapproval, "You're what? Finish that
sentence, Turlough..."

Turlough walked to the entity, "I know what I'm doing, Doctor."  He put an
arm around the light creature.

"I hope so," the Doctor felt a pain. He fell onto his back.

The entity moved over him. Turlough watched, "Can you help?"

"I can," the Tef'aree answered. He shot some electric out of his body as he
leaned over the Doctor. The entity withdrew and Turlough hugged him.

The Doctor stood up, "That would have been it. I almost...thank you. I have
others to see before I die..."

"You mean you're going to regenerate?"  Turlough asked.

"Yes."

"Pity. I would have liked to have seen one of those."

"Turlough!"

"Well, I'm being honest. That's what you taught me, Doctor."

"Turlough..."

"Doctor," the alien said, "I am Matthew. I sought out Turlough again. I was
curious about him ever since I touched the TARDIS mind to find out about
him..."

"Yeah," the Doctor stood up fully, "And to create the fake diary you used
to trick Matthew...you...he...into becoming you."

"I'm sorry I had to do it that way."

"I bet."  The Doctor looked hurt and showed his guarded nature by his very
tone. "Well, thanks for saving me from regenerating right there on your
floor. I'm sure other events are going to go on on that floor tonight."

"They already have. Will have. Will do. Haven't yet."

"Tef'aree logic. A nonlinear existence. A bit like mine but not much. I
care."

Turlough nodded, "He cares. And Doctor, if you can't accept this. Leave."

"Accept? I can accept it," the Doctor stuck his hand out to Turlough, who
shook it. "You're right. I ...I should know that what is is. What will be
will be. I just can't help knowing that this was once Matthew."

"I still am," the alien said. "He is in here with me."  The thing's face
became Matthew's.

"You look...good," the Doctor smiled at the boyish face, the straight
bangs, the smooth clear skin.  "And you...Trion? Kingdom?"

"Peaceful," Turlough said, "And my people, my brother..."

"How is your brother?"

"Malkon, very well, thank you. Unfortunately for our rule, he is also, like
I, of one mate of one sex. We not have children."

"We can..."  the alien told Turlough.

Turlough smiled, "We can?"

"We can have children. And if you so wish it, I can make it so that your
brother can have children as well."

"Amazing," the Doctor was caught up in that. "You're amazing."

Turlough hugged the alien, "I guess there are still things I do not know
about you."  He laughed and tried to hide a tear.

"Who is Malkon with?"  The Doctor asked. "Do I know him?"

"Roskal, Doctor. You remember him don't you?"

"Long haired boy with a sort of bandana around his long black
hair. Muscular shirtlessness under a brown leather like vest? Nah," the
Doctor joked and tilted his head when he said, "Nahhh."  He added, "Who
could forget him? And your people?"

"My people...have everything they ever wanted, food, no wars,
families...and now I do, too."

"Not bad for a boy from 1926, eh Doctor."

The Doctor smiled, "Forgiven."

"Thank you, Doctor."

The Doctor nodded yes and put two fingers together and waved them to him
and nodded. He walked into the TARDIS.  He leaned on the doors, "I'll miss
you too, savage. He was so afraid of dying like Adric did. Adric, dear
Adric."


The words echoed in his head. "Still on board."

The Doctor's POV: a pan of the entire space Freighter control
room. Buckling. The ship is shaking, vibrating, the walls are starting to
buckle. Machines at the control panel are bursting sparks. The Doctor
looked down and saw the dead Cyberman. He panned the entire control room of
the Freighter. Empty. No boys. No boy. No him.

The Tenth Doctor nodded, "Yup, just as I thought..."  No Adric. Adric must
have gotten off somehow. But who? A future version of himself? One of his
enemies? The Daleks? The Master maybe? Or perhaps a friend? Romana? Lady
Leonora? Even Borusa, a friend and an enemy? Maybe even time traveling
Cybermen? He wasn't sure. "Oooopss!"  He flung himself into the TARDIS
doors and slammed them shut. He hit the dematerialization switch. The
TARDIS started to vanish but the walls of the Freighter fell apart, split
apart, blasted to pieces into open space. For a moment the blast circled
the TARDIS as it hung in space. Then, the police box vanished.

Brief bit of Adric music from the end of EARTHSHOCK and then total
silence...we see the gold star badge of mathematical excellence shattered
but then slowly the two halves move together and become one...it is now
whole as the credits roll...

...over silence...

The Doctor...David Tennant
The Doctor...Tom Baker
Grace Holoway...Daphne Ashbrook
Chang Lee...Yee Jee Tso
Fendahl Mother voice...Wanda Ventham
Ho...Eric Young
Secretary Curtis...Dolores Drake
Antonio...Sean Biggerstaff
Peter Guy Summerfield...Thomas Grant
Bernice Summerfield...Lisa Bowerman
Jack...David Ames
Ruth...Ayesha Antoine
Kroton...himself
Hugh...
Janet...
Hex...Philip Olivier
Sam Jones (brunette)...
Sam Jones (blond)...
Fitz Kreiner...Matt de Angelo
Grant Markham...
Jeremy Fitzoliver...Richard Pearce
Charley Pollard...India Fisher
Ace McShane...Sophie Aldred
Melanie Bush...Bonnie Langford
Peri Brown...Nicola Bryant
Deanna Lund...herself
Yrcanos...Brian Blessed
Vizlor Turlough...Mark Strickson
Matthew/Tef'aree...Matthew Waterhouse
Tegan Jovanka...Janet Fielding
Nyssa of Traken...Sarah Sutton
Dr. Ivan Asimoff...Isaac Asimov
The Gorn...Bobby Clark
Gorn designed by Wah Chang
Eldrast, the Silurian boy...Sam Davies
Frobisher...Robert Jezak
Carella...
AND

Dominic Guard as Olvir



THREE EXTRAS:::

EXTRA UNUSED SCEN from chapter 125:

"She's dead,"  a man on the ground told the Doctor.

"Charley, oh Charley, just you being here is one of the bravest acts of
time engineering I've ever seen. My 8th self was not much up to having
traveling girls was he? I mean one of them ended up like you, one of them
got blown up of her own accord, see a trend? And another one got wiped from
time...Sam...and later died anyway, I think. As for Fitz, he was, well,
changed."  The Doctor looked down at the body.

The fireman looked up at the Doctor, "She was thrown clear, apparently."

"Yeah, I didn't get back far enough," the Doctor said.

"Why? Were you hit?"  the man asked.

"No," the Doctor half laughed. He could not bear to look down at Charley's
body.

"The impact..."

"Yes, I know," he said.


NOTE: There was another scene in 125 between the Doctor and Izzy when he
first arrives at the outside of the Palace and most of the confrontation
takes places outside the Palace. It could have been better actually but not
sure it was well written. The arrival of the TARDIS might have been better
but the scene between the Doctor and the men outside seemed lessened
somehow.


Claire's death scene:

She was sinking, falling, clutching at the edge of the crater. Alive. The
smoke was settling like mist over the newly-formed shell crater. Claire's
body had been thrown against the edge of it, one hand clutching upwards as
if to pull herself up and out. Through her tears and through the pain and
through the drifting smoke she could see Bormann walking slowly towards
her, fumbling in his jacket pocket. But already her vision was misting
over. Through a blur she saw him reach down to her, and breathed a racking,
retching sigh of relief. She felt his hand under her head, lifting it
slightly. Then, through the red of her tears she saw his fingers groping
towards her face, saw the glass ampoule that caught the shadowy light
filtering through the smoke and the blood. Felt the hard, cold glass in her
mouth and the savage thrust of his fist under her jaw. And she felt the
crunch and the fire as the glass broke in her mouth.

For that instant, Hitler's face was once again revealed, staring
sightlessly at the sky. 'Well,' the Brigadier reflected, "...at least we
know it really was him after all.'

'Something of a relief,' the Doctor agreed.

'As for the woman...' The Brigadier's voice trailed off. The blanket had
burned away from the second body too, revealing the face of a girl in her
late-twenties through the smoky, oily flames.

Her eyes were also open, also sightless. A shock of red hair frazzled
suddenly in the heat. 'No,' the Brigadier breathed.

'Claire,' the Doctor murmured. 'Oh Claire.'

'Why, Doctor?' The Brigadier's voice was hoarse. 'Why when that Nazi bitch
is lying dead in that bunker? Why someone good, someone -'

The Brigadier broke off when he realised the Doctor wasn't listening. He
was just staring at Claire as her body burned and blackened, became one
with the lengthening shadows stretching over the ruined city.  Then he
turned and walked back to the TARDIS without a word. In the distance the
shells were still dropping and the guns still firing, edging ever
nearer. Acrid smoke blew into the Brigadier's face, stinging his eyes to
tears. Then he turned and followed after the Doctor, to where the Police
Box stood waiting to depart.