Date: Sat, 24 Aug 2013 14:53:28 -0400 (EDT)
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse, and Jeremy 128

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DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY    128

Tom Baker opening face extends into David Tennant opening with accompanying
music...


Remembrance of the Companions part four

"Going fast, Doctor, goodbye Kirsty, farewell Doctor!"

"Hold on, Jamie," the Doctor turned the radar with his hand, "I'll get it
right this time. Don't give up, you never have before. I'm just separating
the two timelines, one will split into another universe where you save us
all and die as an old crazy man...and the other will be where you live
happily with your family here..."

"Which will this one be?"  Jamie gasped as his entire family vanished
including the boy holding the Doctor's box machine. The Doctor jumped down
and just caught it before it smashed onto the ground below him. He had to
lay himself out flat to catch it. When he stood up, he saw Jamie as the
very old man. "Noooo! Not this one!"

The Doctor looked, "The machine's still working but...I'm sorry, Jamie. I'm
so so very, very sorry."

"Forget the apologies!"  Jamie was the old, old man. "I'm going to die,
too!"

"My family is in another universe and..."  He changed again and he was the
more suave 54 year old, clean shaven man without a beard. "You did it!"

The Doctor turned to see the family including the boy who had his arms out
as if he were holding a box. The Doctor threw the box into the boy's
outstretched and ample arms. He thought he saw the boy's dick come from
under the kilt as the boy jerked to catch the box but didn't need to jerk
as it was just a reaction to having already caught it. "Jamie, it worked!"
He turned toward Jamie and saw the man's knees go from misshapen to
normal. The face was smooth, not wrinkled. The beard shrank. Was gone. The
Doctor checked Jamie out. He felt under his arms.

Jamie gasped, "What are ye doin?"

The Doctor felt the triceps, "No hanging flesh."

The Doctor took out a measuring tape from his jacket and began to take
measurements.

"Aye, what are ye doing now, bloody bon doo lally!"

"Aye, where do ye pick up such kin words?"  The Doctor faked Scottish.

"With you!"  Jamie exclaimed as the Doctor measured his penis. Jamie
grabbed the small ruler and broke it.

 He fiddled with his own hands and recovered the tape measure, "Can't leave
that lying about. I was just checking to see if you were the one who was
Zoey's son."

"What?"

"Ye...I mean you might also forget me again," the Doctor smiled. "I thought
maybe you were the Zoey created construct Jamie."

"Ye mean Zoey was my mother?"

"Not really. It turns out she might have to do in vitro or surrogate or
adopt."

Kirsty came to Jamie and hugged his side, "It is okay now?"

"Aye," Jamie and the Doctor both said.  The Doctor touched Jamie's shoulder
and hugged both Kirsty and Jamie. The son watched, hurt, that he wasn't
hugged, too. Jamie swatted The Doctor off. Jamie kissed Kirsty. The Doctor
cleared his throat. He went over to the boy and shook his hand, "Thanks,
thank you, Jamie's son. You helped me out, you did."

"He knows who you are, Doctor, they all do, Jamie's told them...stories
of..."  Kirsty shut up as Jamie swatted her away and put a finger to his
mouth for her to be silent.  He knew better than to say it out loud, "Be
silent, woman," was what he wanted to say. But didn't.

"What happened?"  The son asked.

"Well, you see," the Doctor took out a coin, "It's like your da's life was
two sides of one coin. Together but separate. I just removed them from each
other. A bit like..."  He tossed the coin to the boy so he could delve into
his own pockets again and he found, "AHA!" and took out another coin shaped
object, "The two sides removed from the wrapper of one of those chocolate
coin eatables...you know," he removed it, "Well, maybe you don't know."  He
flipped it to the boy who looked at it and compared it to the other, real
coin. "Go on, then, open it...like this..."  the Doctor mimicked the
actions. The boy opened it. "Now, you eat it," he made as if he put
something in his mouth. The boy did and then shut his eyes in
delight. "Chocolate."

Jamie and Kirsty laughed.  "That's not an evil brew," their son
said. Everyone laughed.

The Doctor handed out more chocolate coins to the rest of the brood.

"Well, Jamie, time for me to go. I do so love you," the Doctor smiled and
came forward and kissed Jamie on the lips. He turned to them and waved with
both hands, arms up, "I do so love all of you. By the way, in the future, I
know your great great great great granddaughter Heather. She's a true time
traveler."

"Doctor," Jamie warned, "Leave my kin alone."

"Here's to no mind wipe between friends," the Doctor took a drink of
something one of the children brought him as Kirsty's instructions earlier.
He spit it out. Jamie rolled his eyes. "Seriously," the Doctor wiped his
mouth with his sleeve, "Naahhh. Seriously, you were the best I ever had. I
do hope you don't forget me."

"Not bloody likely," Jamie smiled, "Goodbye Doctor."  He came forward this
time and kissed the Doctor on the lips.  "One life is enough for me."

"You should see how I had to untangle Peri...Peri, you've met
her...untangling her six or seven lives was a mess! FOR ME! I really must
go now..."  He smiled, waved again, yelled, ""Creag an tuire!" and ran into
the TARDIS and closed the doors. He leaned on them. His pain was growing.
"Tea would be nice...Indian tea and no mutiny involved this time..."


http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/13/Akshardham_airpano.png

New Delhi, India: an open market area with the intimidating Akshardham
Temple above it.


"Ben, we'll get it."

"Polly Wright Lopez Bettingham Smith Jackson," the Doctor smiled.

"Poll, we have one on the bus but not in the house!"  Ben Jackson stated.

"Sea man, semen filled Benjamin Jackson. One of me faves," the Doctor
rubbed his hands together.

The two 67 year old adults were surrounded by a host of children, some 24
in all, almost all of them were Indian children. Four of them had blond
hair. The Doctor assumed those four were the grandchildren of Ben and
Polly. All the children were picking out little trinkets or toys from
tables at a makeshift bazaar on the just rained on sidewalks. The sun was
drying out the streets between the two sides of the bazaar, which had one
set of tables on one side of the street and another set of tables on the
other. Steam was rising from the streets as the rain was dried and
evaporated. He was about to introduce himself to Ben and Polly, passing
right behind the pair of them.

Polly laughed. Ben frustrated, picking up a roll of toilet paper, "What's
so funny, me old china?"  Ben nodded to one child, "That's too expensive."

The Doctor put Indian money in the boy's hand. The boy looked back at
him. The Doctor nodded "it's okay, take it."

Polly laughed, "To think we're reduced to worrying about where we have to
go to the loo."

"Now look, Duchess," Ben started, "It's a major concern."

"As opposed to running for our lives from pirates, smugglers, cat people,
giant slug Mollusi—I always liked slugs, they always seemed so
innocuous, Kill Droids, alien corpses, pepper potted mutants, Professor
Magellan, Selachians, masker drug runners..."

"Not so loud, Poll," Ben looked around, "People will..."

"Oh, let them hear. Loo, toilets, ease droppers can't get me riled up."
She giggled and picked up a doll and handed it to a little Indian girl that
was among their number.

"Cannibals, highlanders, British Red Coats, the forces of Oliver
Cromwell..."

"Okay, okay..."  Ben laughed now, "I can go where ever, even the holes in
the ground until..."

The Doctor looked between them, "Blimey. Sounds like you two have had an
interesting life."

Polly nodded, "Yes."  She and Ben looked at him suspiciously.

Ben frowned, "Too interesting. Life's just fine now and fulfilling. There's
nothing like raising a family..."

"Are these all yours?"  The Doctor asked.

"No, we run an orphanage," Polly gathered up two of the little girls and
took them by the hand, "Tourist, are you?"

"You might say that," the Doctor shrugged.

"Then, you should learn, that jacket in India is going to make you roast,"
Polly offered.

Ben smiled and put a hand on the Doctor's shoulder, "You don't get out
much, do you, me ole china? She'll help steer you in the right direction."

"Our life is great this way—traveling aimlessly----even though we were
together, was just...sort of empty, you know? What we do now affects
people. Children. We make a difference." "

Ben broke in, "Me wife'll keep preaching to ya if you don't stop her."

Polly smiled, "It's just I believe in what we do now."

The Doctor asked, `What? What do you do now?"

Polly answered, "We run an orphanage here in India, if you want to help in
any way."

The Doctor took some money out of his pocket and handed it to her. Polly
laughed, "I didn't mean by giv..."  Polly looked at the actual amount,
"Money. This is way too much, sir."

"No, no, no, take it. I have more on my...in my bank," the Doctor said,
"You didn't enjoy traveling?"

"The stuff you heard...it was just life was too dangerous traveling like
that. We love what we have now."  Polly gently guided the girls along the
table.  She checked her watch, "I'm sorry, we have to get back...our driver
has to leave..."

VALE/VALE DECEM


"Nice chatting with you both," the Doctor said. He shrugged. He grew sad as
he watched the two gather up their group and load them into a bus
nearby. "The one life I never had. Well, not for long anyway. Had it but
lost it."  He backed away, watching the happy group tease and pat each
other, happily interacting. He had to find the tree the TARDIS was behind,
not far from the huge Akshardham.


A small bit of Song of Freedom music...happier music and fades into...

After the usual introductions and unusual apologies for appearing The
TARDIS inside her house instead of outside somewhere, The Doctor and Dodo
were sat on two adjacent sides of a small kitchen table. Drinking tea. The
wall paper was yellow. With flowers. They were laughing. "Yes, well,
Doctor, I'm sorry I left you that way. WOTON did a number on me. It was
just so much. I really couldn't handle it all. That...this life of yours."

"Most of the time I feel the same way, regardless of all the bravado I give
off. Massive super computers that are evil often take over my friends and
cause their lives to...change...for the worse."

Dodo took a sip of tea.

The Doctor drank some tea, "This helps. Helps stabilize me. Wandsworth
Common, nice."  A windmill surrounded by green leaves branching off of
trees could be seen from the semi large window in the kitchen. "You
and...Mr. Stevens, is it? Stevens, yes, you've done well?"

"Yes, we have. Thanks to you. Thank you for saving me from The Master. I
appreciate it."

"Appreciate it? What a strange thing to say. Of course I'd do that."

Her cockney accent all but vanished and she sounded more Oxford educated.
"You changed time for me. Not something I'd forget. I mean, I'm not
remotely important. I wasn't then. I'm not now. Then, if I went on, I
wouldn't have had James. No children. Just killed by the poor Mr. Cleary."

"Well, poor Francis Cleary is dead now. Out of that coma, died in his mum's
arms. Another debt I owe I the Master."

"I can't believe you're from the same people as him."

"Neither can I."

"But...time could have been damaged."  Dodo offered him some cookies. He
still felt Mrs. Wibbsey's in his stomach. He nodded no to her.

"You say you're not important. But even if you were alone, I'd have done
that. Who said you weren't important? You're more important in a way than I
am. You're with someone who loves you, someone who stuck by you
when...well, when you were dead! And he's still with you. I've never really
had that. One way or the other they always leave. Me. And raising
children. I did that once...but you raising a child...that's very
important."

"But it doesn't affect time."

"Dodo, one child can effect time more than you know. Your's will."

"I saved you for those reasons and...wellllll, I like happy endings. Of all
types."

Dodo blushed, "Oh Doctor," she laughed and sipped some more tea. Suddenly,
her cockney accent returned.  "Oh, I'm sorry, Doctor," she looked at the
coo coo clock as the dodo bird inside came out and sounded, "It's almost
time for James to come home. He doesn't like to even speak of you."

"You both remember both time lines, don't you?"  The Doctor stood up,
understanding.

"Yes, I do up to the point the Master had Cleary shoot me. He remembers a
great deal more, a whole life without me. Without our child."

"I fixed what I could. Sometimes if something is tragic enough, both
memories linger and stay. Sometimes they go. Fast. Or slowly. They might
still. Or they might not but I'll go now," the Doctor took her hand and
kissed it, "Dear, dear Dodo. Live your life, you deserve it."  Before she
could say he was, too, he added, "You're a really good person."  He moved
out of the kitchen as she watched him. She followed. He turned, "That's all
I needed was a little bit of tea. It helped. So did you, Dodo. Thank you."

"Thank you," Dodo smiled, "Now, get out of here."

He nodded.

Later in TARDIS, the Doctor looked, "Okay, that takes care of Louise, Tom,
Jenny, Jack, Dot, Strong, Chertzog, Shelly, Hill, the Mortimer
family...who's next, old girl? Who?"

The Doctor stood outside a haunted house in Ely across the Fens. It wasn't
raining. But the threat was there. The night sky filled with bolts of
light, sometimes flashes that illuminated parts of the house. He could see
a figure in one of the windows on the occasion that a bolt hit just
right. Was it a man or a woman? "I wonder which you took. I seem to
remember meeting you again, Sara Kingdom."  He moved closer.

A voice. Male. In his head, "Doctor. This is Robert. Come no closer. You
are here. It's not permitted. Sara will be fine. She has taken the body you
have given her."

"I?"

"Yes. We're...I'm not allowed to tell you more."

"Ahh, I see. I think I even remember doing it now," The Doctor looked up at
the window, "Robert, where is she?"

"The Death Zone for a time," Robert answered, "She will return. We know she
will."

"I had to do it that way. The technology is no longer available in 200, 760
AD. Whatever my involvement, no one else must know. Especially not that
council of old men."

"Trust me, Doctor. Trust the house. Trust your house."

"I do, Robert, I do."  The Doctor turned and then stopped, "Robert, your
daughter. I could...bring her here to visit...I know she never comes here
again...after all you've done for her. I can go get her..."

"NO! Doctor, do not go near her. Let her have a normal life."  More
lightning.  Another thunder blast.

The Doctor swallowed. Was he so bad that people such as Ben and Polly, even
Dodo, didn't really want him around their families?  "I just thought...I
sensed your loneliness..."

"Just come visit me as you do every so often, Doctor. Next time bring those
two hot boys of yours."

"What? Who? Mickey and Jack?"

"Uhm, what? Oh yes, them. Mickey and Jes...uhm, Jer and Jack. Mickey, yes,
that's it. Goodbye for now, Doctor."

"Goodbye Robert."  The Doctor moved away and turned but turned again to
face the house, "Oh, and Robert..."

"Yes?"

"I'm glad you gave Sara that choice."

"Miss Kingdom did what she said she would do. She deserved to live
again...for a time. She had her own family trials and trails to make
right."

"Yes, well, it was very brave thing to do."

"Thank you, Doctor. Coming from you that means a great deal."

He wasn't sure what that meant. He nodded and waved at the window. He was
sure it was Sara in the window. Another image was behind her now. Robert.
"There are some things Time Lord was not meant to know."  He turned and
moved to the river bank where the TARDIS, dark in front, lit from behind by
a lightning strike to the river, stood. Thunder grew louder. He ran inside
and closed the door. Light rain started as soon as he closed the door.

"It is good," Sara's voice said.

Light flashing across the river, the sky, the house. A louder thunder clap.

The thunder clap seemed to overtake the TARDIS as it flew up from the
ground traditionally. "Come on, girl, I just think of a companion and you
take me," the Doctor said, "You know the next one..."  He grabbed the
console as the ship tilted, the entire room being thrown to one side and
then the next...he saw the TARDIS flying over the river, then another
river, a red river...and then...whiteness filled the screen, his head.

Birds, sunlight...chirping...rabbits. Rolling green hills. A field of
flowers.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Goethe_Elysium_crop.jpg

"Is she all right?"

A dark haired young girl picked flowers in the field.

A taller, dark haired warrior woman stood next to the Doctor, holding
herself in a straight up position. "She's better than all right. She's at
peace. She's happy."

"That's all I ever wanted for any of them," the Doctor said, "For everyone
really. Even for me. But she...she wanted so much to see her destiny."

"You got her here. You got her past that miser Charon, used a dog whistle
to stop Cerberus—not how I or Herc would have done it but less violence
is always a good thing..."

"Didn't you know you felt that way Warrior Princess..."

"AND you pleaded her case before Hades..."

"The old goat. If it weren't for his beautiful wife..."

Xena looked around and smiled, "Don't let him hear you say that. If it
weren't for your charm, she wouldn't have...well, you get the idea. You got
Katarina here."

A blond boy in ancient Greek clothing came up to her, "Mother..."

"Have you hidden the Palace of Perfection?"

"Yes, mother. I've covered it with green leaves. She won't see it."

"I must be going. I really shouldn't be here at all."

Xena smiled and took his hand, "You're telling me that?"

"Who is this man, mother?"

"Solan, might I introduce the Doctor."

"Your son?"  The Doctor looked from him to her.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9a/Solan.jpg

Solan looked at their locked hands, "Doctor of what?"

"That's a good question. Not the one most people ask but smarter. Of
practically everything," the Tenth Doctor smiled and shook the boy's
hand. "You will look after her, won't you?"

"No need. NO one here needs looking after. The Elysian Fields
are...paradise."

The Doctor squinted as he saw Katarina kneeling, gathering flowers. She
turned to them and waved. The Doctor waved back. "She thinks I'm Zeus."

Xena laughed loud and long. Solan joined her a bit. "I've met Zeus. You're
so much not Zeus."

"Well, thanks a lot."  The Doctor frowned.

"He's bigger," Solan said.

"That helps a lot, thanks," The Doctor smiled.

Xena, "I've met him. He tried to kill my unborn child. What I meant was
that you're so much better than Zeus, Doctor."

"Thank you, my lady," the Doctor took her hand and kissed it. She, in
turned, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

"Are you staying here, sir?"  Solan asked, without worry, without malice.

"I'll be here soon enough," the Doctor said, "This incarnation maybe. Maybe
this is where we go. There are some things even I do not know."

"You DO have his arrogance," Xena elbowed him in the ribs.

"OW!"

"Baby."  Xena laughed, "But he wouldn't even admit that there was anything
he didn't know."

Hercules came up from over the hill. "Xena, Solan, the show is ready. Are
we going?"  He looked at them.

"Hercules, allow me to introduce..."

"The Doctor."  Hercules shook the Doctor's hand and arm and nearly lifted
him off the ground.

"You two know each other?"

"Intimately," the Doctor said.

Xena raised an eyebrow. Solan snickered. He himself was partial to the male
figure. "As friends," Hercules said, "Are you dead, Doctor?"

"No, but I'm well on my way," the Doctor said, "I have to get to my Palace
of Perfection."

They said their goodbyes and Solan told him, "It was nice to meet you,
sir. I have a feeling we will be meeting again."

"I hope so," the Doctor said to the lean boy.  "Well, so long..."  he
walked away, away from Katarina's area.

Herc put an arm around Xena, who put an arm around Solan. "He seems rather
sad today," Hercules said.

"I know." Xena added, "He gets that way when...oh..."

Solan smiled, "I think he liked me."

"Who wouldn't like you?"  Xena asked.

"No," Hercules joked, "Who would like you. Who does like you."

"Is that a question?"

"No, a statement," Hercules faked a poke to Solan's stomach, "Got ya."

"Missed," the boy leaned away.  They laughed.

The Doctor walked to the hill. He looked back. He saw the small trio, a
family. It made him sadder. Beyond them, he saw the girl on her knees,
gathering flowers in the bright sunlight. This was paradise. He had to
leave it.

"EXTERMINATE!"  He knew he was out of paradise the moment he heard that
exclamation.

There were people in a council chamber running and ducking. There was his
old friend Steven Taylor. He should have been older than he looked but the
Elders were very advanced technologically. They could follow TARDISes and
other time machines on a type of radar screen. They themselves did not
travel in time, choosing not to, to stay apart. He intended to materialize
in the rocky desert plains but he surmised upon realizing that the TARDIS
was in the heart of a new city that the savages and the Elders must have
built a new city in the heart of the desert and changed it to a flowering
garden, not unlike the Elysian fields he just left. The building had walls
in some places but many "holes" were left for trees and bushes to flow
through. In some parts there were no ceilings or roofs. He noticed then why
the people were running and ducking. It had to do with the many rounds of
"EXTERMINATE!" he heard chanting all over and with a malice he hadn't heard
before. The familiar pepper pot monster aliens were all over the place
chasing people. Who were yelling. A Dalek came right at Steven. The Doctor
hit the screen, ran for the door knob, opened it and dashed out the doors,
closing them.

"Steven!"  The Doctor ran out of the TARDIS and into a council chamber
where open walls lead to flora, all green. Rocks beyond seemed to be more
grassy than he remembered the last time he was here. "A Dalek, Steven!"
The Doctor ran at the Dalek, grabbed out his sonic screwdriver and set it
to rattle the Dalek as it came at the 80 year old man, Steven Taylor, who
although he had aged, didn't look 80. He looked more like he was 40 years
old.

Steven grabbed the Doctor and pulled him away, "No, Doctor!"

"I won't let you sacrifice yourself for me," the Doctor yelled, "I might be
able to..."

As the Dalek gun fired, the Doctor looked away. If he hadn't, he would have
seen the gun blow up and the Dalek get the full effect of the weapon
turning itself in on the travel machine. The many sides of the Dalek burst
from each other and fell away, leaving the thing inside writhing,
burning. The smell was horrific.

"What?"  The Doctor turned and saw other Daleks exploding. Some were inside
the chambers of the open airy building. Some were in hallways. Outside, he
heard more explosions.  "What? WHAT?!"

"The Elders found a way?"  The Doctor asked. "I'd wondered why the Daleks
never touched their planet..."

"We're all Elders now, Doctor, no more savages," Steven smiled, "We finally
have peace."

"How? I'd like to know."

"Well," Steven walked to a smoking, dead Dalek. "If you hadn't noticed,
these are very old style Daleks..."

http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/The_Chase_(TV_story)?file=DaleksBeginChase.jpg

"I did notice. Doesn't make them any less dangerous..."

"Actually, Doc, it does," Steven said and patted the side of the Dalek
dome. "It's still hot."  He looked at the eye stalk, "These have just
tested their first time travel attack. They didn't account for covering
themselves against the vortex's time winds. They didn't know about them."

The Doctor laughed, "The fools. But don't underestimate them...so...?"

"The time winds can sometimes eat away at something unprotected. They were
in their Dardises but didn't cover their ships or selves with protective
coating...our impulse machine, which we activated as soon as we saw their
time machines on our scopes...just gave the damage a little push and..."

"Poof...?"

"Poof!"  Steve went wide eyed as a child.

"What'd you call me?"  the Doctor asked, jokingly.

"What? Is that expression, an anti- gay thing? Certainly, with Oliver you
weren't..."

"No, just kidding. Dear, sweet Oliver. Since I last saw you, what--- I was
in my yellow haired, cricketer body?

"I think so."  Steven smiled and laughed. He held the Doctor's arms, "Let
me take this one in."

"And you Steven Taylor, gave up on me!"  The Doctor pointed, "You told the
others you and they would never see me again."  He broke from the hold, and
pointed again, "Oh, that's rude. I started that way...didn't think wonder
if I'd finish that way, too. You don't seem to have aged much...what year
is this?"  he put his hands on the lapels of his jacket and stood up as
straight as he could.


"Nearest we can figure, 7,000,000,013? Don't you know? No, don't answer
that. Why does that surprise me?"

"I'm better now..."

"Oh, yes, I'm sure but I...I really kinda liked the old boy, you know."

"Yes. Yes, so did I," the Tenth Doctor smiled and relaxed, breaking his
straight stance, "You've made me realize, whatever, whoever is me, it'll
still be me."

"Of course, same old Doctor," Steven laughed and took the Doctor's arm,
"Let's go get some food."

"I don't think I'd be able to hold it down. I'm dying."

Steven put his arm around the Tenth Doctor. "Wha? Is there anything...?"

"Don't look so distraught my BFF," the Doctor smiled, "I..."

"BFF what's that?"

"Best friend forever," the Doctor said.

Steven laughed, "Doctor..."

Avon and Flower came with a tray. Avon said, "Doctor."

"Thanks but do you have any tea?"  He asked, "Helps me synapses, might
stave it off...oh..."  he winced and almost fell.

"Doc, perhaps you better lie down," Steven caught the skinny man. It was
odd. He felt this was the Doctor he knew. Even at the touch, it was the
same man but different, too.

"No, no. No time," the Doctor dusted himself off, "Say hello to Senta and
Nanina, Edal, Jano---he's got a little bit of me in him, you know, my boy,
Tor, Chal and anyone else I've forgotten."  He ran to the TARDIS, "Goodbye
Steven. I promise not to wait another five lives before visit again."

"Doc, any visit from you is worth the wait," Steven laughed, "Good luck."

"Thanks and don't call me Doc!"  he laughed, waved and slammed the
doors. "Don't know how much more I can hold this off."


"1178 BC?"

"Is that?"  She squinted to see a tall blue box behind one of the giant
wood piles her husband had gathered after the long day's work.

"The false Cressida."  The Doctor opened his arms.

"It IS you!"

"Yes, Vicki. It's been a very long time," he told her.

"Yes, the last time you had this long curly brown hair," Vicki
smiled. "Told us to get to Ancient Briton.  Well, we did but we didn't work
out---we had other problems---some of our people did stay there. We've come
to this place that shall be called Italy in a long time from now. We've
made a go of it. I'm glad you check on us from time to time."

"Yes, so to speak," the Doctor took her arm and put it inside his. "For me
that was hundreds of years ago."

"Really? It's only been one and a half for us. For me. You came back."

"Walk with me."

"You never met my husband...I do so want you to but..."

"Trouble in past paradise?"

"I don't know really. We haven't really..."

"Show me where he is."



Troilus had a long day's work.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Troilos_Louvre_CA6529.jpg

He had been making a quinquereme, an oar powered warship. He was developing
it from a trireme. Having ingratiated themselves into the slave force, a
blond boy, one of two, followed him into the tent. Troilus turned, "What do
you want, slave?"  Troilus noticed the boy was completely naked, as was
he. Their loin cloths taken off in the tent with alarming alacrity. And
sweating from the hard day's work in the sun.

"I'm no longer a slave."

"Yes, you do the work of ten men. I shall grant you your freedom as
promised. And some of the others as well. But you are best amongst them
all."  Troilus noticed the boy was very attractive in soul, body, and
face. He was immediately interested. Aroused. He could not hide that fact.

The boy looked at Troilus's enlargening penis shaft, "And you...you're
ripped. Hot."

"I am hot but not torn."

"No, I mean cut...shredded..."

"I am neither, strange foreign boy." It was clear Troilus didn't understand
everything about this nude boy but that he liked what he saw. His entire
expression was one of joy, pleasure and even love.

"Meaty...but lean..."

"I do not understand your words. The words of a foreign land unlike my
own. Your blond hair suggests the Baltic Sea..."

"Yours is light as well..."

"Not as shiny as your ray of sunshine," Troilus took a jug of water and
smiled as he drank from it. He offered it to the boy, who took it and drank
and then with the water still in his mouth, closed in bodily on Troilus,
who at first thought it was an attack from which he was too tired to
extricate himself. He let the boy in close. The boy put his mouth over
Troilus's thick lips and both opened. The boy put water into his
mouth. "I've never..."

"You've thought about it," the boy smiled, "You deserve it."

"As do you for your day's work."

"You have a sun tattoed on your left thigh. It's nice. I'm going to make it
really hot burn by adding to it, my own kerosene."

The boy led Troilus to the bed of skins and wooden slates. He put one leg
over Troilus, who locked eyes with the blue eyed wonder. His own long locks
flowed down his shoulders as the boy gently put Troilus onto back, hovering
over him. Their zero percent body fat made touching a warm sensation, hard,
muscular, yet soft in some places and the touching of their tight legs made
the skin on skin contact give rise to even more warm sensations. They
melted into each other. The boy took up fist and put both dicks in it. He
rubbed. He then leaned down with both hands on the bed and lowered
himself. He looked down and made sure his dick shaft was under Troilus's
dickshaft, the prince's uncut shaft throbbing beneath its own skin. The
dickhead, red, and lively pushed itself forth from the folds of the
nozzle. It was wet. He held himself up with his arms straight and his torso
buried into the torso of the Trojan prince. The touch, the untouch, the
touch, the untouch. At first it was easy going...but smooth and hard at the
same time...macho and yet loving...

The "slave boy" used his dick ---the head on both sides and the shaft sides
to pull the other man's foreskin down. He could have done it with his
fingers---as he has before but this was so much more fun. They both felt
the sticky glue that aligned the movement of the head, both heads
providing. The foreskin trapped some of it which made Troilus feel he was
about to give forth his man spew. "Oh, that's feeling so..."

"So what?"  The blond made more of the foreskin inch down, rubbing along a
vein that curled on the side and on top. It, too, was thick. Eventually,
with feelings of pleasure not subsiding, the boy jerked the foreskin down
using his hips and adjusting them so that the penis acted like a crowbar
bringing it down around the ample man meat. The foreskin one side lagged
where the dick didn't reach but the boy swiveled his hips and was able to
make the shaft prick it down on that side, too, causing tingling feelings
on that side of Troilus. He sprang and jerked like an uncorked bottle of
seltzer or a slinky. The thrusts that came from that gave him more
pleasure.

"So fantastic. Of the gods!"

"From the skies."  The boy said.

"Yes, heaven! The other side...nothing on this land can make me feel so
good."

"Oh, that's nothing. Nothing's cum to you yet..."  The blond wiggled his
shaft around so the dickpoint would slit itself around the flat, sectioned
belly of the warrior prince. As he watched their dicks strive for
prominence, he leaned down and kissed the lips of Troilus. "You're so
fucking hot, so fucking young, so young, so innocent...I love you."  The
boy put his dick to the prince's navel and skirted the ridge, taking hold
of his shaft for a bit. His own pre cum slathered over the ridge, lining it
with crystal like precision. He let go so it could dangle and mingle of its
own accord.

The prince's shaft rose up and upended the boy's under dick. He pinned the
prince's dick under his own and then did the opposite, let the prince's
thick meat, elongated and tumescent, rise over his own and he then pressed
his torso, tight and corded, down onto the shaft, which in turn, was
pressed against his own which lay on top the prince's hard stomach
muscles. At the same time, their bodies writhed and shook in slow
ecstasy. They moaned and huffed all the time.

Wet lines of pre cum lay all over their bellies, both above and below, the
boy's dripped down onto the prince's ---at times in slow motion. At times,
the pre cum threatened to not hit the Prince's hard muscular six pack but
backtracked up to the boy's dick slit so the boy, if saw these moments,
shook himself so that he pre cum would continue its descent.  It was at
these moments that he felt his voluntary move also caused a second, more
pronounced involuntary shudder---shudder hardly does the feeling of jerking
orgasmic feeling justice---wracked and rocked him. His body quivered of its
own accord and at times, the boy felt he was not in control of it. "What
you do to me."

"And you to me, wrack me with waves of joy to the ends of the earth..."

"Oh, Troilus you DO say the most beautiful things!"  The blond turned
sideways and moved his lover the same way so that their dicks were pointing
at each other. They made the heads touch, the slits move into each other
with burning passion. The wetness felt good there and made tingling rise
from dickhead to mid shaft, holding there for a bit as their thickness and
veins rubbed. They rocked up and down on the bed on their hips. "Ohhhh!"

"OAAHHH!"  Troilus was racked with vibrations all over his body. The heat
and the vigor of the sun made a mix on him, on his sweat, with his pre
cum. He felt so alive. "OH, it is good!"

"Yeah, baby, yeah!"  The blond said.

"Hey!"  A voice came from the tent opening. "Can I get in on this, too?"
It was another boy, rags coming off his hips, who began to step out of
them. Green eyes. Bright blond hair. Muscled, too.

"Join the group, J," the first blond said.

The new arrival came to the bed, dropping those rags and instead of getting
on, he stood by the side of the bed and managed his nine inch cock to touch
both the touching ends of their dicks. The three dicks met there. The new
one jerked his shaft to fullness and the head throbbed against the other
two heads. A three way wetness formed in the center---its own entity. A
game of bubble formed between the three heads. It seemed to thrive and live
of its own accord. A second bubble formed within it. "HAAAA!" The new one
thrust his hips some more and his shaft stuck the bubble and it popped,
splashing the top of each mush room head and also coating the shafts of all
three of them, almost to the end. Balls swung. The third one now stood up
on the bed, on his knees. Instead of sideways, now the other two were on
their knees as well. They met their cock heads in the center, each one
sword fighting the other, moving into and over the other. The first boy
felt Troilus's dick bounce under his and hit his under shaft, which gave
him great stimulation. He held his balls back but he wanted to fire right
there. At the exact same time, his partner, the green eyed boy, ROLLED his
shaft over the side of the first boy's shaft, making him stimulate there
and shudder. Step of ladders of passion waved through all three of them,
starting at their shafts where they met and rising and cascading from there
like a sound wave bomb, only this was made of air waves and sex vibe. They
moaned, groaned, gasped, huffed, puffed, sucked in air. In the meantime,
their arms were around each other, supporting, rubbing, holding. Their
faces met and no two of them ignored a third. They all gave each other
ministrations. Two worked on one. One worked on two. And they changed the
roles until all of them had a chance to ministrate facially. Tongues and
kisses, saliva on necks. Throat tonguing. Kissing lips. Light biting. They
did it all.

"Did you ever think maybe he's the wrong man for you? And you for him?"

"Me, the wrong man?"

"You the wrong woman for him, the wrong man. Maybe he's..."

While the trio continued to have sexual rubbing, frotting as it were, they
didn't notice that the tent opening was parted. Vicki stood there, eyes
wide. The trio didn't see her and all three of them collapsed together onto
the bed, on their sides, although their skin on skin contact continued and
they didn't stop. The third green eyed boy moved over Troilus but Troilus
jerked him over so that Troilus was on top. The other boy, the blue eyed
one, pushed himself between them from the side, laying sideways. The green
eyed one turned so that his dick encompassed the blue eyes one's dick. On
top of the green eyed boy's dick and the other boy's dick was the Troilus
dick, covering both, nubbing down and up and fisting them all three
together.

Vicki put her hands to her mouth, horrified. The Doctor peeked over her
shoulder. The boys' heads and faces were obscured to him. He couldn't see
them clearly. He had a semi good look at their bodies and a good look at
what they were doing. He puffed. He smiled. The one he saw the most of was
Troilus, who was on top. The others were turned away from him. Vicki
ran. "Icki." The Doctor turned and ran after her. He came back after a few
seconds to see more, "Well not really. Quite nice really. Yup" He turned
again and ran from the tent to follow his friend, "Vicki!"


Vicki ran from the tent area. The Doctor followed her and quick to catch up
to her. She put her face in her hands and fell to her knees. The Doctor put
a hand on her back. He had to admit and cover for the fact that he was
very, very aroused.

In the tent, all three dick slits parted at the same time and sperm
flowed. It shot at their under bellies and coated. It shot and shot and
shot. Chests were covered. The trio got up on their knees as they were
rocked by spasms of firing cock shot after cock shot. Chests were
filled. "Cum gutters filled!"  One of the blonds said. It was true. All
their abs, the ridges between abs, flowed with white and yellow boy
juice. It dripped down them and flowed so much that there was almost
nowhere for some of it to go so it caked up on their bellies and upper
stomachs and lower chests, pecs were nearly filled with a lake beneath. The
blue eyed one made sure his cum coated over the sun tattoo on Troilus's
thigh. "You...you're right, it...it does burn..."

"Hurt?"

"It's nice. It is soooo good. Th...than...thank you!"

"Shhh," the blue eyed one said, "Shhh."

The green eyed one added, "Yeah, just enjoy it."

They shook again and laid back down, huffing.


"Who were those slave boys? I think I've seen them before but I'm not sure
where they were captured..."

"I don't know," the Doctor said, "But I can find out."  He turned to leave
her to go see more.

She grabbed his arm, "No, Doctor, don't bother. I've never seen such
things."

"Yes," the Doctor thought about that. He smiled. He tried to not let it
show.  He swallowed, "Yes."

"Aren't you glad you found out now before you gave your whole life to him."

"Doctor, I felt I already have done that."

"Staying here, you mean?"

"And not going on with you. Just like..."

"So many others."  The Doctor stared at the top of a ridge. From it
something moved up. A head of brown thick hair...followed by...

...a more than half naked man came up a hill and found the top of it...the
desert mound Vicki's people were camped at.  "Is someone building a city
here?"


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"Naked guys all over the place. You barbarians really did–do know how to
have fun. Get behind me, Vicki!"  the Doctor took a stance, "I warn you I
can take you down with my thumb..."


"My word, my luck, it is you I come upon first," Diomedes exclaimed.

"What? What? What?"

"Diomedes!"  Vicki lost her distress and ran to him.

"Who?"

"Diomedes!"

"Who?"

Diomedes dropped a large sack he had been hauling on his back, "Cressida!"

"Oh, that one I know."  The Doctor turned. "Do you two know each other?"

Diomedes and Vicki ignored him as they hugged each other tightly. Diomedes
kissed her neck.  "I maintain, my love, that you chose wrongly."

She looked over his large shoulder to the Doctor, who nodded to her.  Then,
revelation overcame his face. "Right," he pointed up at the sky and moved
away.

Diomedes broke the hug and went for his sack. He took out a statue that he
had stolen from Troy. Vicki gasped and clapped, "The Palladium! Aenus will
love it back!"

Diomedes handed it to her, "I came to talk to him."

"Talk? I don't think that's a good idea. After the war and all that."

Vicki held the statue up to the light of the sun, "She's really quite manly
looking isn't she?"

Diomedes laughed, "Cressida, you can't say things like that. The
wrath...she's beautiful..."

"Maybe just the way the artist interpreted her. I'll give it back to
Aenus," Vicki smiled and laughed up at him, admiring his beautiful face,
his muscled biceps, and his chiseled jaw. As they walked up to the make
shift camp in the desert, Aenus came up to them. Behind him were more of
his men and they drew swords. One had a spear.

"I have news..."  Diomedes said, not even a bit intimidated.

In just a loin cloth after the hard day's work, Aenus was wide eyed, "You
dare come here?!"

"I am no longer your enemy."

"As if that I shall let all you have done to my people and I ever pass..."

"I have. Turnus...he wants to make war on you and your people...he wanted
me to help him."

Aenus didn't want to admit it but with Diomedes and his forces behind him,
Turnus could win.  "What did you tell him?"  Aenus asked.

"I have told him that I have fought enough Trojans in my life and that it
best if he make peace with you."

"That is a blessing."

"You deserve it and I have brought Cressida the Palladium. It is felt by
the goddesses that you should possess it thusly."

"Another blessing. Who would have thought," Aenus drew a sword, "That one
who slew so many Trojans would honor us with such blessings."

"My purpose in Italy is to live in peace..."  He smiled.

Aenus leveled his sword at Diomedes' bare stomach, "You were foolish to
come here alone..."

"It was the only way I could think of doing it. A way of peace..."

"Your way of peace has no mind."

Vicki came forward, "Aenus, what are you doing?"

"He killed many a Trojan. For all I know he killed my first wife."  Aenus
came forward, sword drawn toward Diomedes' bare belly.

Vicki put herself in front of Diomedes.  He put his hands on her arms to
move her away from him.

"I do not kill women."  Diomedes said to Aenus at the same that he put
Vicki aside.

Of the ease that the warrior moved her aside, Vicki was infuriated and
amazed at the same time. She pulled a face.

Aenus wouldn't let it go, "Unlike your Achilles...killing Penthesileia did
him no favor amongst the gods."

"The time for killing is over...for me. You may fight Turnus but for as I
told him..."  Diomedes puffed up his bare chest, "It is time for peace. My
city Aphrodisia, which you Trojans call Venusia, is a peace offering to
Aphrodite, which you call Venus. Anyone here, not part of your war force,
women, elderly, children under 9, the fey, are welcome there with open
arms."  He turned to look at Vicki, who shook her head no.

"We need every man able to fight Turnus. You know that. For it is for what
you have already done, I'm going to open your belly."  Aenus seemed to be
filled with blood lust.

"No, you are not, my cousin," Troilus came out of his tent, sweating.  "Let
them go."  He had been watching all of this from his tent.


As soon as Troilus left the tent, a big muscled man with very long, dark
hair and dressed in Victorian clothing...

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...came in, making a rip with a knife in the back of the tent. "You two get
up. Time to go. Your job is done."

"We didn't even get to do a blow job..."  Jesse said.

The Doctor noticed his lover was still dripping from many places, not the
least of which was his dick parting, "Cum on, he'll back in just a few
moments..."

Jeremy got up, wrinkling his hot cum covered abs. "My loin cloth?"

"Leave it. You can go the way you are. TARDIS is just outside the tent. I
got it to appear without a sound."

"There's a big feat."

"It's not must my feet that are big," the New Doctor smiled.

"That doesn't even make sense," Jesse said as he got up.

"Come on!"  The Doctor grabbed him by the wrists and bodily lifted him off
the bed to his feet.

"Hey, you're strong."

"You should now that by now."  The Doctor patted his bare ass. And did the
same to Jeremy. "All ready. Let's split..."

"I'll do that for you inside the TARDIS, Doc."

"I love when you call me Doc."

"That's new, too," Jesse commented as they left the tent from the back rip.

"Them?"  Aenus asked and sheathed his sword. Vicki relaxed.

"Yes, them," Troilus looked at Vicki. She nodded her agreement. She picked
up the Palladium statue and handed it to Aenus.

"You would let her go?"  Aenus asked, "She is your wife."

"No. No, she is not. No longer," Troilus said, "I free her of those
bonds. Bonds which I made."

"We both made," Vicki came up to him and kissed him on the mouth. "Thank
you," she whispered.

"Let it be done and let me see the back of you," he parted from her and
went to Diomedes, "Do not abandon her as you did...Callirrhoe...and other
women who have helped you with your...your needs."

"I have made many mistakes. I shall not abandon her. She shall be happy. I
have loved her from the moment I set eyes on her."

"I understand," Troilus said, "I have my own servant boy."  He nodded to
Diomedes, "If I hear messenger of you hurting her, I shall slay thee."

"It will not come to pass," Diomedes said and shook his arm, grabbing it
up. Troilus did not shake back and instead, turned and went to his tent.

Vicki had forgotten all about the Tenth Doctor, who had slipped away the
moment he knew Diomedes would take her away.

In his tent, Troilus found he was alone once more. The two boys were
gone. He wondered where.  Troilus picked up his sword and felt the
handle. It felt good. "I wanted adventure, not war...my dear Cressida. But
now...I want to stick this into boys, into men...I will be a force to be
reckoned with...I shall invade them from the sea and their navels will know
my sword point..."



Other worldly planet, purple sky, pink sand, large blue
building. Psychedelic. Advant guarde.

"You must be John or should I say Professor John Who?"

"Grandfather," John gasped, "Are you still running?"

"Like I've done my whole life."

"Gillian and I heard that Gallifrey was destroyed. There were something
like ten more copies of it though, weren't there?"

"Yeah? I thought it was twelve. How is she?"

"Married. With ten children."

"Wow. One for each of my lives."

"I teach here now, Zebedee University on Zebedee. It is a good place, like
you said. I like helping students."

"Teachers and students. We're all teachers and students."

"We're all shepherds, too," John said. He was young looking. Bright
blond-red hair. Blue eyes. Freckles.

"That we are," the Doctor said, "Is there any place I can find her?"

"Gillian? Not now. She's having her 11th."

The Doctor raised his eyebrows. Raised his head and turned it to one
side. The Doctor frowned, "She, too? Me, too actually."

"Can you stay for a time?"  John asked.

"Not really. I have to go see your cousin, Susan. You remember Susan, don't
you?"

"Yes, I do," he said, "Although she left Gallifrey, a long time before...or
was it after...us? I can't remember."

"Mmmm, don't let it bother you. It might be both."

"We never did find out who got us off Gallifrey, Doctor. It was some
strange girl with black hair and a pretty face."

"John. You always did have an eye for the pretty girls, aye?"  The Doctor
winked and nudged his body into the Doctor.

"Actually...eeeee," John looked down, bashful. "No."

"What? Whatever do you...oh..."  The Doctor looked at him, "Oh,
that. Right. Well, there's nothing wrong with that."

"You can't even say it, can you?"

"No, I'm very open to that sort of thing."

Fourth Doctor voice, "Very open now in fact, so open it sometimes hurts."

"You're not embarrassed of me, are you?"  John asked.

"Nope, not at all."  The Doctor put an arm around John.

"I think I've even found a race that can have children biologically. A race
that are just men. I have to search them out some more though."

"Well, take your time, John. As for Gallifrey, there are some that say it's
still around. I've always meant to actually find out one day. There was a
pocket of time that held it but I think that's gone now."

"Well, I don't know. I have mixed feelings about it. I mean there were so
many people on it trying to kill our family."

"I know!"  The Doctor laughed, "But not any more..."

"You think?"

"I think."  The Doctor said, "Which sometimes is over rated. I have to
go. Give my best to Gillian, her husband, it is a husband, isn't it?"

"Yes, Doctor. Grandfather."

"Ahh. Give them all my love. The ten and the 11th. And you, I'm so very,
very proud of you," the Doctor hugged him sideways. "I'll see you
again. But probably not with these eyes, though."

"You mean?"

The Doctor moved back from him and walked backwards, "Yes."



"John Alydon Ganatus Chesterton?"  The Tenth Doctor stopped a man outside a
huge amphitheater.

"Who wants to know?"  His tone was annoyed.

"A fan."

"This is Cambridge. How did you get in here?"  Frosty.

"I just doctored my way in."  The Doctor held up the photograph of Johnny,
rock star. It read Johnny Guitar Chess in almost unrecognizable letters.

Johnny read it, "To Ace...Ace, that's...that chick that...doctored? You..."
He seemed aware of who Ace was.

"Yes, I'm him. Are they here?"

"I'm meeting them for lunch. What do you want with them now?"  His tone was
cold again.

"You seem to know me, how nice."

"Not for you," he did not smile.  "How have you come by that ?"

"She was 14. You were 17 and famous. You broke her heart."

"I'm 41 now. I don't remember, actually."

"By now, she probably doesn't either."

"I did know another friend of yours. Tegan."

"Ahh. There's karma's revenge for breaking Ace's heart."

"You said it. She broke mine."

"I'm sorry. Really. How did you know of Tegan?"

"My parents talked of her. She's recruited their help for her charities,
just like other friends of yours have. They're usually nice
people. Unlike..."

"Me?"

"Look, they don't need your stumbling into their lives again. The last
time...left them with a sometime aging, sometimes not aging thing."

The Doctor looked puzzled, "Last time? Aging?"

"Do you know what it's like to have parents that look younger than you do?"

"Well, yeah."

"People have been asking questions. Most of the time they look like they
did when they were with you in the 1960s."

"Well, I'll see about that."

"Look, just leave them alone." He put his hands up and barred the doors
with his body.

Just then, as the Doctor started to stare Johnny down, two blue doors on
the other side burst open and the two college professors, Ian and Barbara
came through them. After the greetings, the Doctor enquired about their
problem. "I think it must be...well, the, ahh, TARDIS was supposed to have
that effect on anyone traveling in it but the magnetic field of some
unnamed unstable planet...that was destroyed not moments after I got the
Rills, Steven, and Vicki off..."

"Steven? Vicki?"  Barbara asked, "How are they?"

"Good, good," he said. "Just come from seeing each of them. One in the far
future, one in the far past. You figure out which is where. In any case,
that planet's field ruined that effect of the TARDIS. I've forgotten about
that. It obviously was working with you two. Then after that whole business
with the Dravhins and the Rill, it was not."

Fourth Doctor voice, "Fixed that for Jesse and Jeremy, though, I did."

Tenth, "One of your last encounters with me, according to your, ahh, son,
here, tells me that something affected it again and you sometimes age and
sometimes do not."

Ian was growing impatient. He leaned forward and put his hands on his hips,
"The real question is Doctor, can you do something about it?"

"First I have to know which you prefer, aging normally or not," the Doctor
told them. They stared. "Look, you don't have to let me know now, you can
take some time and talk it over amongst yourselves, Mr. and
Mrs. Chestertone."

"Ton."

"Chatterton."  The Doctor winked at Barbara and they all, save Johnny,
laughed.

"Are you going to lunch with me or him?"  Their son asked.

"Well," Ian said, "Why can't we all..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no," the Doctor shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't
stay."  He winked at Johnny without the parents seeing him. "I'm just here
to see how you are doing. I'll, ahhh, give you a burst from this," he took
out his sonic screwdriver, which made all three of them suspicious. Ian and
Barbara protested and backed away, their hands up.  Johnny made a move to
grab the Doctor's arm but before he could, the Doctor shot an energy burst
from the tool as Ian and Barbara backed away.

"What have you done now?"  Johnny asked and came at the Doctor.

The Doctor nodded, "Not much. I'll come back...you've made me realize I can
come back. I will and I'll fix this problem."

"We know you will," Ian said, "Thanks."

"That little burst was the first dose. It will help stabilize you until I
appear again and do it for good," the Doctor said, "I do have to make some
recalibrations to affect that. In TARDIS."

"Yes, we understand," Barbara said. She leaned forward and kissed the
Doctor's cheek.

Ian shook his hand, "Thanks."

"No, thank you, both," the Doctor shook both their hands, "For making me a
better person."

"Oh, who did that to who?"  Ian asked, "I think you made us better..."

"We did it to each other," the Doctor smiled. A passing by older teacher
turned and looked at the foursome. He shook his head and kept walking.

They all laughed. Even Johnny.

"I DO have to go now, visiting day almost over. Susan's next."  The Doctor
retreated.

"Where's the TARD..."  Barbara started to ask.

"Men's room," the Doctor said.  He walked away, down a corridor in
Cambridge. They walked the same way but slower. The light from the windows
made the Doctor seem illuminated, half visible. Rays of light through
morning mist shone through and made it seem as if the Doctor vanished at
one point. Then he had, ducked into the men's room to one side.

"Men's room?!"  Ian repeated with Barbara and he and Barbara laughed.

"Did you have to be so rude?"  After laughing, Barbara asked Johnny.

John looked at them, "I just try to protect you. You know what happened
last time."

"Thank you but unnecessary. We know how to handle the Doctor. Last time?
You didn't tell him what happened last time, did you?"  Ian asked.

"No," John told him.

"That would be bad. Very bad," Ian told him.

"It might mean us all dying," Barbara said.

"I'm sure I didn't tell him anything."

They passed the bathroom, the same one the Doctor had.  The TARDIS sound
echoed through the loo and could be heard in the hallway. John shook his
head while Barbara and Ian laughed.

The blue Police Box flung itself through the time vortex, time zone holes
passing it by and it passing them by. It followed another TARDIS, a white
rectangle shape. In the console room, the Doctor gripped the wheel and the
materialization lever at the same time, "Oh no, you don't. I know what
you've done!"

A distinguished old man in a distinguished brown checkered jacket with a
bow tie to top off his button downed brown shirt was in the other TARDIS at
his controls, calmer than the Doctor. "You again?"

"Don't give me that!"  The Doctor yelled and the TARDIS console
sparked. "And you...behave!"

"I don't know why you are after me. I saved the life of you and your elfin
granddaughter."

"Don't give me that either! You had something in it for you. I can't
believe I didn't see it then, but I was rather messed up then."

"Then?"  The old man laughed, "And now. Look at you, practically having a
panic attack."

"Over you. The Meddling Monk, the Time Meddler!"

"How dare you! I've never called myself that. Why should I? Those are just
slanderous insults started by someone who once wore an Edwardian and
Victorian couture. Usually out of style in an out of place time and boring
old Earth to boot."

"Don't give me that, prepare to be boarded!"  The floor of the TARDIS
slanted.

"You can't do that!"

"Oh no? Can't I?"

The Police Box appeared inside the Monk's TARDIS. "No!"  The Monk ran to a
machine and pulled a lever, "Sorry, Doctor, abandoning..."

The Doctor ran up to him and passed through a force field, "I've had enough
of your gravity bubbles or eddies and oh, how I hate those force fields of
yours!"  He punched the Monk in the jaw.  "I'm not gonna let you take
him. I'm sorry I had to do it that way but...where is he? I was so sure..."

"That I had him?"  the Monk rubbed his chin. "I do not!"

As the Monk fell, a formerly invisible figure appeared on the
floor...laying on his back. "ALEX!"  The Doctor leaned over the boy. The
boy was his great grandson and Susan's son. He was in a loose fitting vee
neck t shirt with short sleeves the color of off white or light blue—it
seemed to change color in the changing light of the TARDIS they were
in. The young boy, who looked about 14, also wore blue denim pants and blue
and white sneakers. "Alex!"  The Doctor leaned over him. "You wanted your
own Time Lord so you could lord him over me."

The Monk laughed, "Not a Time Lord. A half Time Lord. They're so much
better at things...how much better that it be related to you!"  Sparks
started to fly. The monk, still holding his chin, rose up. "But now that
you've used your fisticuffs...I will destroy you utterly...an eye for an
eye...or a body for a body...I have your great grandson and now I have
you...I have no need for one or the other...what's that?"

"The sound of great, flapping wings," the Doctor said, stunned. "Oh no..."

"I like you," a bird woman of white flew from the vortex into the Monk's
TARDIS. It flew at the Doctor, "I really like you. And I like him, too but
for different reasons. He tastes good."  The creature flew at the Monk.

The Monk put his hands up, his rings firing rays at the creature,
"Chronovore! Artemis! NO!"

As her claws of white dove at the Monk, she opened her jaw, "Yes, I
hunger. That boring old Calabi-Yau Space. Taste not good."

The Doctor picked Alex up by the shoulders and waist, "Come on. You're not
dead just yet."  He dragged the boy, feet literally dragging, into his open
TARDIS doors.

"NOOOOOOO! Doctor, don't leave me!"  The Monk yelled.

The Doctor had time to look back over Alex's shoulder but raced into the
TARDIS and shut the doors. The TARDIS vanished. When it appeared again, the
doors opened and Susan rushed in. "What's wrong, Grand..."  when she saw
the Doctor, a new face, she paused, "Father?"

"Yes, it's me, Susan. Thousands of years since you last saw me..."

"Thou...I get it but for me, it's only been a few minutes...why?"  The
Doctor nodded to the bed that came out of the wall of the TARDIS
wall. "ALEX!"

The Doctor had to run the gantry floor to stop her from rushing to him and
he cradled her in his arms, from behind her, "No! You can't touch him!"

"WHAT? WHY? LET ME..."

"He's regenerating!"

"Regenerating?"

"I think."

"Think?"

"Stop repeating me! LOOK!"

They moved closer, the Doctor still cradling her. "He must have had more of
me and you in him than I thought," the Doctor and Susan both said at the
same time.

Alex's body writhed and glowed green. His bare stomach could be seen as his
shirt rose from the writhing. And something else...his body was
expanding. Becoming larger. He was becoming taller. His chest expanded. His
biceps bulged even more than they already were. His legs thickened.  The
Doctor let Susan go and moved closer. Susan hung back to watch her
grandfather.  "This is the first time you've seen one of your own
regenerating, isn't it?"

The Doctor didn't take his eyes off Alex, "Yes. You, too, isn't it?"

"Yes," she joined him and put her right hand on his left
shoulder. "Grandfather..." she said, in awe.

The Doctor looked at the boy's hair, it grew even longer than it already
was. The stringy brown became a bit more curly and lighter brown. It then
changed slowly into a red/brown and then a full on red. The Doctor moved up
on the evaporating glow. He looked at the red hair, touched it and looked
back at Susan. Alex was moaning lowly and then he seemed to smile and be at
peace.  The clothes were too small for this new Alex. His stomach was
completely visible with a big oval giant navel and an eight pack. The shirt
was ripped at the back and the sleeves were far up the broad shoulders.
The Doctor peered at him, "He's alive and..."

Susan came forward, "Alive but what else?"

"He...he's ginger!"  the Doctor ran his fingers through the red
hair. "Ginger! It's not fair!"  He ran to the wall and hit some roundels,
"It's not fair! I could do so much more ginger! SO MUCH MORE!"

"Grandfather, stop it!"  Susan yelled from Alex's bedside. She was touching
his sides.

Effectively, Alex was now a more muscled, older looking boy. "He looks like
that boy from Harry Potter," Susan exclaimed.

"Rupert Grint?"  The Doctor asked. "I won't let the Monk rob him of a
life!"  The Doctor went to the boy and laid his hands on him and Alex
turned back into Jake McGann.  "There. Now, he'll be all right."

"I can't believe you just did that? How?"

"The chronovore energy that Artemis expounded in the Monk's TARDIS...it
came into me and I used that time energy to save one of Alex's lives..."

Susan grew angry. "Grandfather, you...you're infuriating and annoying and
risky and..."  She poked his chest and moved him backward.

He retreated, "And?"

"And the most amazing man I have ever known!"  Susan stopped her poking and
put herself into his chest and grasped his jacket and inside shirt.

The Doctor looked into Alex's eyes, "Alex, can you hear me?"

Groggy, Alex opened and shut his eyes a few more times. "You...really,
didn't want ...me...to be ginger?"

"Wellll," the Doctor nodded, "I might be this time, too. My time is
coming...very soon now. But you...you're bravery taught me something. I
need to go to this fate. To this change."

"You've done it before, grandfather," Susan said, "Why are you?"

He moved to her, "Let's just say maybe I like this form too much, you know?
For once I was, I dunno, cool."

"You're not," Susan nodded her head.

"No?"  The Doctor backed away from her toward Alex's bed.

"No," Alex nodded, "Not really."

"I mean look at me," the Doctor said.

"Yeah, I am," Alex sat up.

"No, no, no, no, you shouldn't be..."

"I want to go," Alex said, "There's people to do and things to see."

"What? What do you mean?"

"There's this one boy at school..."

"Oh," the Doctor said, "Been getting a lot of that today."

Alex shook his hand, "Just because I said you weren't cool, doesn't mean I
don't think you are."  He winked at the Doctor.

"You really are all right," The Doctor noticed.

"You said it," Alex said, "I really am your great grandson. So when do I
get me own TARDIS??

Susan laughed, "Alex, can you wait outside for me? I have somethings I want
to say to grandfather, the Doctor."

"Sure," Alex said. "And thanks, great grand da."

"Is he British or Scottish?"

Alex laughed and started to walk out. "I'll never forget you."


"I know. I'll be back."

"No, no. I mean this you you. I'll not forget which you saved me. This
Doctor. This you. Your image will be forever in my mind's eye and in my
heart."

"I think...I think that's just about the nicest thing anyone's ever said to
me," the Doctor stopped looking Alex in the eyes. "I love you, Alex. Don't
go leaping in front of Dalek guns. It does a body no good."

"Right," Alex said and walked out.  "Goodbye.

"Bye," the Doctor said hoarsely.

Susan asked for his guidance in raising a Time Lord son on Earth. He told
her he'd help any way he could but he couldn't now.

Susan spoke to him about visiting again and how his ending is not an
ending. "I know all that," he said, "And the chronovore gave me some more
time to visit one more place."

"Where?"

"Last stop, church..."

"Church?" Susan asked, incredulous.

"Yes, my friends at Cheldon Boniface. Ishtar, Emily, Saul, and the
rest...Ayfai!"

VALE/VALE DECEM

When the Doctor arrived at night at the church, it was Christmas Eve. The
church was singing to him. He parked outside to the left of the church in
snow. He trucked through the snow, which was just about stopping its fall
from the cloudy sky. Moon light tried to shine through. The entire area was
glowing blue and the Christmas lights stood out against it or mixed in with
it...red, blue, green, yellow, traditional Christmas lights adorned the
church. When the doors opened, the Doctor saw more of his friends than he
expected to. It was almost midnight mass. Everyone turned around and
clapped for him. Fey was there, a tall woman with short cropped hair and a
leather outfit. "Ms. Truscott Sade?"  Shayde was there, too. They melded
together.  He turned to run out the doors. He fell face first into the
snow. Blinding white snow...

Snow on the ground. He was with Rose. "2005."

"I tell you what," he said as she moved away from him. "You're gonna have a
great year."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, bye."  It never would have worked, Doctor. You're just too gay.

The pain. The walk of pain toward the TARDIS. "Doctor, we shall sing you to
your sleep. The universe shall sing you to your rest."

"I don't want to go."

The Shayde/Fey being stood over the Fourth Doctor's body. They pointed
their hands together in a prayer mode. Energy shot from the clasped hands
at the Doctor's chest and spread energy all around him.

"Is that really you, Feyde?"

The Doctor was in his _ _ _ _ or his _ _ or his _ _ _ life but as he was
degenerating he happened to be back in his Fourth Body. And not as it
normally was. He was in his body as an old, old Fourth Doctor. As he was in
the Leisure Hive Generator. And now he felt as if his body had had
enough. "No one's meant to do this."

Fourth Doctor voice in current Doctor, "Maybe I'll come back as an otter. I
do so like otters, don't you? Whom am I talking to, ah? Wait a sec, they
shoot otters in Suffolk, don't they? Maybe I'll come back as a
cockroach. Very long lived, cockroaches are or maybe they're just very
stubborn, in which case, not much of a change there, haha."

Fey and Shadye were among the singers now. They merged and as they merged,
looking like ghosts combining into a more solid whole, he saw his first
four incarnations merge out of and then into them and each other, and all
merged then with the ancient form he now found himself in. He felt himself
changing again. The heat was intense and he thought this was it. And he
said that. "This is it."

Jesse pulled loose from Jeremy's grip, "I'm going back for the Doctor."

Jeremy stood in his way, "I know how you feel but I'm not gonna let you
throw your life away. You heard him, you saw him. We saw him. He was on his
last legs."

"Last?"  The Doctor, in his Fourth body, showed up at the doorway, "Last
what? I'll have you know I've had many more legs after this. So many that
Spiga, that giant spider couldn't cover more ground than the miles of legs
I've had in the past...or was that the future."

"Doctor!"  Jeremy gasped and hugged him, turning.

"You...you...you're not old anymore!"  Jesse sprang at the Doctor.

"What's 8000 years between friends, aye?"  The Doctor asked.  "You can't
get rid of me and this daft ole face that easily, aye?"

"Are you stabilized?"

"For now but it's far, far from being all over. It's not the end! I
distinctly felt something."

"Maybe you looked at me," Jesse smiled.

"No, it's something prickling at the...it's not over, far, far from over
but the moment has not been prepared for..."  The Doctor pointed. His eyes
were wide.

"What now?"  Jesse asked.

The ceiling caved in and a huge green claw came in, obviously attached to
some greater, more giant creature.

"A Great Vampire!"  The Doctor whispered and managed to be loud about all
at the same time and in tones that only this voice box could give, "THE
GREAT VAMPIRE!"

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CREDITS FOR 127 and 128
The Doctor...Tom Baker
The Doctor...David Tennant
The Doctor...Paul Telfer
Jo Grant Jones...Katy Manning
Cliff Jones...Stewart Beban
Santiago Jones...Finn Jones
The Creature from the Black Lagoon...Ricou Browning
The Creatures...Ben Chapman, Ton Hennesy, Don McGowan
The Predator...Kevin Peter Hall
Mike Yates...Richard Franklin
Elizabeth Shaw...Caroline John
Moonbase guards...Martin Landau, Nick Tate, Christian Anholt, Prentis Hancock, Anton Phillips, John Hug, Clifton Jones
John Benton...John Levene
Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge Stewart...Nick Courtney
Zoe Heriot...Wendy Padbury
Ali...Emily Pithon
Victoria Waterfield...Deborah Watling
Francis Crowe...herself
Jamie McCrimmon...Frazier Hines
Kirsty...Hannah Gordon
Ben Jackson...Michael Craze
Polly Jackson...Anneke Wills
Dodo Chaplet...Jackie Lane
Sharon...Kandyse McClure
Fudge...
Vern...
Sara Kingdom...Jean Marsh
Robert...Niall MacGregor
Katarina...Adrienne Hill
Xena...Lucy Lawless
Solan...David Taylor
Hercules...Kevin Sorbo
Steven Taylor...Peter Purves
Flower...Kay Patrick
Avon...Robert Sidaway
Dalek...Robert Jewell
Vicki Pallister...Maureen O'Brien
Ian Chesterton...William Russell
Barbara Wright Chesterton...Jacqueline Hill
Johnny Chess...Paul Amos (Vex in LOST GIRL)
Susan Foreman Campbell...Carol Ann Ford
Alex Campbell...Jake McGann
Alex Campbell...Rupert Grint
Troilus...Orlando Bloom
Aenus...Frankie Fitzgerald
Diomedes...Brad Pitt
Shayde...Max Donovan
Fey...Sarah Douglas
The Monk...Graeme Garden
Voice of Chronovore Artemis...Ingrid Bower
Chronovore...Mark Boyle

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