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Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 130

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DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, AND JEREMY
130
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In the Doctor's Secret Matrix Service

The vortex turned all types of colors and lit up the entire mind of the
Doctor, now in his Third Body.

Anthony Ainley Master voice, "A multi verse without the Doctor! Ahh, my
dear Doctor, you have been put out!"

Geoffrey Beavers Master voice, "You were a fool to come here, Doctor, into
my domain!"

Ainley Master, "You must die, Doctor, die!"  Eric Roberts Master, "I'm glad
it didn't hurt. Much."

All the Master voices, "DIE, Doctor DIE! Dead, you are! Dead finally! And
now that you are dead...it's time..."

The Doctor opened his eyes. Spandrell and Engin stepped forward and then
back. "He...he's not dead."

"I'm telling you he was," Spandrell said.

"He isn't now," Engin adjusted the head attachment so that it couldn't fall
off again. "And it looks as if he's stabilized."

"He has?"

"For the moment."

The Doctor's smiling face filled the multi colored vortex which glowed red,
blue, green purple. "I am the Doctor. And your taunts always did have the
effect on me. What effect you might ask, Master Dope? To bring me to life,
spark me to action. The sound of your voice brought me back."

Roger Delgado Master voice, "I warned you, Doctor! Your young friends die!"

"You wouldn't hurt them!"

"Wouldn't I?"  A knife moves toward the navel of Jeremy. The point
threatening to enter the fleshy hole.

"No, because..."  the Doctor smiled. "You need them. Like you need me. For
some reason. I've almost guessed what that is."

"I'm doing this...doing this to get you once and for all..."

"You're quite mad, you know."

The Master's hand in a glove moves the knife toward Jeremy some more. The
point entered the young man's navel. He squirmed. He was coming to but was
in pain.

"Harm them and I warn YOU. If you harm them or kill them, I will make you
wish you had never been born. And on second thought, I'll make that wish a
reality. And you know I can do it and I will."

The knife left the navel. The Master tossed it to the floor. "You always
did overestimate your own abilities, didn't you? You conceited..."

"Me? Conceited? Look who's talking? Or is it talking? Or some mind
connection?"  The Doctor smiled. "You think this is your domain, don't
you?"

"Yes, you are a fool to come here again!" The Nick Hoult Master yelled
up. He wore his usual white T shirt and blue skinny jeans. Cigarette box
rolled up in his T shirt sleeve on the left side, black boots.

"I think you underestimate my abilities, my dear son. And over estimate
your control."

"SON!?"  It was as if the term offended the Master. "You'll never get in
unless I allow it! Yes, I!"

The Doctor came to a hole in the vortex. He flung his spirit to into it but
found it more solid than he imagined. He put his hands out. With force, he
exerted his energy against the hole which was blocked to him. Something
stopped him and his gurning face hit an invisible wall. It screwed up his
face and his eyes. "You..."  he forced his mouth to work. "...are not as in
control here as you think...as you once were, what? Thousands of years
ago..."

"I am in control of your pussy boys."

"My, my, my, dear chap, such language. Cursing is the first sign of a sure
fire panic mode. Which is what you're continually in."  The Doctor lisped
as he spoke.

Jeremy shook his head. He was on a slab that was on a gurney and it was
turned partially vertical. "Doctor? Jesse!"  He saw Jesse still unconscious
on the table opposite him.  Jesse was nearly nude but for a red leather
thong/speedo. He looked down at his own body. "Where are we?"

"Jeremy, don't worry, my dear boy. I'm coming."

"He soon will be, too, by my hand," the Nick Hoult Master moved over to
Jeremy. Jeremy stared at him. "No squirming?"


"Naw, you're not that bad looking."  Jeremy shook his shoulder slightly. "I
won't mind you doin' stuff to me as long as it's not torture."

The Master turned to hide his face of anger and frustration. "You can't get
in here, Doctor. And you'll stay there trying forever."

"Trust me ole friend, I've been in forever and it's not what it's cracked
up to be," the Doctor gasped and fell through the hole, "You're not in
control because Gallifrey and time is all screwed up. The minds of the Time
Lords in the Matrix keep changing. They're dead, they're not, look there,
he's dead, oh wait, no he's not!"

"You're falling to your doom!"  The Master snarled, "Leaving your two
pretty boys to me!"

"I'm no boy," Jeremy stated.

"Oh, no?"

"No."

"How old are you and your friend, then?"  The Master picked up the knife
and played with it, one point on his index finger, the knife in the other
hand. He moved up to Jeremy and stared him in the eyes.

"Never mind how old I am," Jeremy answered. "Are you gonna get on with the
seduction and sex or aren't ya?"

"Brave as Miss Grant, aren't you?"  The Master pointed the knife at
Jeremy's nose, the boy's eyes crossing as he looked at the point. "I'd
expect nothing less from anyone who traveled with the Doctor. And does
more..."  The Master frowned at the knife in his hand and at himself for
using it. He tossed it aside again. Jeremy relaxed.

"Dude, what do you want?"  Jeremy asked.

"The Doctor to die! Isn't it obvious. And my revenge on Gallifrey to..."

"Blah blah blah. You bad guys are all the same. You don't even make any
sense in your plans. And you, the Master. Master of what? You're the worst
of the lot," Jeremy chastised him.

The Nick Hoult Master tried to contain his anger.  "Your Doctor is
dying. Right now. He's in mid-air or thinks he is...in my Matrix. Falling
with no way out. My only regret is that he's not here for me to see him
dying so I can gloat it in his face."

The Doctor was free falling. He spread his cape out like a parachute. The
wind hit him and ripped through his big white bouffant.  "Well, it worked
for me ole friend, Flash, so it ought to work for me as well."  The cape
acted like wings for him. He smiled.

"No!"  The Master sensed this in his mind. His face turned from one of
anger to one of deviousness. He twisted his gloved hand.

The Doctor was gliding down through a blue sky. It was cloudless. At
first. Suddenly, the clouds came above him. They blocked out what light
there was. A fake sun. The Doctor fell in semi darkness which was growing
thicker all the time. "Almost there, old man, almost there."

"You still have a huge fall to survive, Doctor!"

The Doctor saw the land vanish from under him and replaced by darkness. He
was falling in total darkness. "The dark isn't that scary to me, Magister."
Suddenly, strange eyes came at the Doctor from straight on. "Great balls of
fire!"  The tiny creatures split and came toward his cape. The Doctor
closed his eyes and concentrated. "I'm quite good at meditation, you know,
old man. I can play this game as well as you now."  The creatures passed
under his arms but through his cape.  "Is that all you can summon up
now. Fake Vasta Narada?"  He tut tutted the Master. "I remember a time when
it was the devil himself you could conjure up. But you can't..."  he
snickered at his own coming analogy. "...conjure yourself up, can you?"

As the sunlight from a fake sun shone through the parting clouds, the
Master laughed. "Fake maybe but very effective."

"Well, well, well, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear."  He thought he was falling
far too fast. Much faster than before the creatures ripped through his
cape. The Doctor looked at that cape, which was now purple lined and of
course mostly black. It was ripped on both sides.

"Goodbye, Doctor. Pride cometh before a fall, you know."

"Your pride. My fall," the Doctor seemed to laugh back at him, which
infuriated the Master even more. The Master snarled. "Oh dear me. I didn't
really want to expend the kind of energy this would take but I suppose now
I must."  He shut his eyes. Suddenly he felt straps around his waist and
under his arms. He looked up. A giant parachute, designed with the British
flag on it, colors and all, was above him. He felt himself slow a bit and
rise up. He looked up, "There, that will do it. Much better, if I may say
so myself."

The Doctor sailed, parachute above him, over a beach, the end of an ocean.
"Very nice, wouldn't you say, my dear chap?"

"Look again, Doctor!"  The Master spat. Jesse started to stir, having been
woken by the Master's yell. The Master looked at him.

The Doctor looked down and saw a huge snowy ski slope. "Ahh, cold weather,
quite my favorite."

Jeremy looked at the Master, "No, it's not."

"Thanks for letting him know that," the Doctor said as he landed and
skidded down a slope. He felt his body pulled by the chute and sideways. He
managed to whip out the sonic screwdriver and fire it as the straps holding
it onto his body. The first cut made him flop even further sideways but
sideways to the chute, which made him look like a rag doll on the
slopes. He could hear the Master's laughing as he fought to sonic the
second strap, which, of course, he did. He landed on a ridge that
overlooked a further hill. He was on his back and he
concentrated. "Ohm. Ohm. Ohm."

"That won't work against me, Doctor!"

"I'm no longer trying to be against you, Mr. Magister. I'm just trying to
focus."  The parachute gear and straps vanished. "I must say I do so enjoy
the Alps, that's where this is, isn't it?"

"I'm not here to be your travel guide, Doctor. I'm here to kill you, here
and now!"



The Doctor was on his back in snow. It felt very wet. He looked up and saw
the emaciated Master, hood, robe, and decaying body crawling from the foot
of the ridge over his legs. The bulging red eyes, lined with red veins, the
skull almost devoid of skin, some of the skin hanging off in chunks, the
bony mouth, the half present nose...climbing over his legs.  "You don't
think this is in charge! You're going to die here Doctor, die, you
understand?"

The Doctor just tilted his head up at the Master as the shrinking form
reached his stomach and moved up toward the rest of his upper body, decayed
hands smelling up his frilly shirt and velvet jacket. "Yes, you've said it
often enough, haven't you?"

"You can't move!"

"Well, you've made your move, so I'll make mine, you interfering
jackanapes."  The Doctor had suddenly had skis on and he flipped the Master
off himself and flung himself away from the hill and down the slope. In his
hands, he made two ski poles appear.

Ski chase music from ON HER MAJESTY'S SECRET SERVICE...

Gripping them, he found himself skiing down it. "This is quite
invigorating."  Below him he saw a slowly turning structure.  "Ahh, one of
my favorite restaurants, isn't it? Piz Gloria atop Schiltthorn Mountain,
near the village of Murren, if I'm right."  He skied down toward it but it
realized it was still quite far away.  He skied over a ridge and onto a
smaller one and off that one. Then he realized someone was shooting at
him. There were huge puffs of snow and mist rising up from the bright,
clear snow. He turned to see Cybermen on skis. "Oh, very original."  As he
skied, he passed red objects mounted in the snow.  The snow around these
objects moved and the mounds revealed themselves as walking snow pepper
pots.

"Daleks, too?"

"Exterminate!"

These red objects fired at him and he recognized the sound of a Dalek fire
stick. Their blasts rained around very close to him. But he easily passed
them up. He was more worried about the Cyber ski patrols catching up to
him. He turned his head to look after landing off another very sharp ridge
and saw three Cybermen make the same jump as he. One hit one of the many
green giant trees that lined the entire mountain. The other two had
continued and followed him. "Relentless as ever."

"I have my army and you are almost out of energy!"

"Oh Master my Master...I'm not the same Doctor..."

"I'm not the same Master."

"Yes, I can see that. Or rather I will when I come face to face with you
again."

"I don't see that happening any time ever," the Master laughed as he spoke.

The Doctor closed his eyes. "Sontar..."  a Sontaran appeared in front of
him and was about to say, "HA!"  Instead, it had no time as the Doctor
crashed into him and flung him off his own body. "HA!"  was the
Doctor's. The Sontaran landed sideways, tripping up not one, but two Cyber
skiers. This gave the Doctor some time. The other Cybermen were far behind
him. The Doctor turned to his goal...the revolving restaurant headquarters
of the Master.  "Be with you soon, old, old chap."  As he realized he was
closer to it than before, it was still quite far away. He left the Cybermen
far behind but as he thought his way clear, from the hillside came moving
mounds. "YETI!"  It was true. The white mounds shook and snow fell off
their hides. They leveled web guns at him and fired. A huge web flew across
the guns, Yeti on either side of his path. The web formed a huge
barrier. "Can't go through, so go over..."  the Doctor skied to one side
and hit a huge mound. "Good grief, that wasn't just a boulder, was it?"  as
he looked back, he saw the mound rise and give "birth" to yet another Yeti,
claws reaching and just missing his ski. The Doctor used the "mound" Yeti
to launch himself up and over the web fence. More Yeti emerged and fired
web guns, even as their first web fence ensnared several Cybermen. The
Cybermen, about 12 in all, hit the web and were fried. Some of them were
still firing their guns as they were fried. They made the most unearthly
sounds of pain as they died. The Yeti were indifferent to it.  The Doctor
could smell, even though he was now ahead of the web, burning metal and
flesh. He shook himself from it. "I do so not believe in violence but this
is one of those times where it might come in handy..."


Ahead of him were more Daleks, Cybermen, Sontarans, Yeti, Autons, and
Ogrons than he had ever seen. Sprinkled among them were Axon monsters with
long tendrils and various creatures he either forgot the names of or never
encountered. He was about to surrender when he thought of something.
Behind him, more Cybermen came at him, on skis and fired.  He swerved but
faced a Dalek. He avoided it but a Cyberman came and crashed right into
it. The metal upon metal made cracking sounds as the two beings became
one. "A perfect marriage made in...well, hell, I guess...or is that the
Void? I can't never get those two straight...or gay as the case may be..."
The Doctor turned and the pursuing Cybermen didn't expect it. He stopped
and swung a pole at one and knocked it off its skis. The other one opened
fire so he ducked. But there were more and more. And the Daleks were
starting to lift off. And firing. "What's the matter with you all, haven't
you ever seen the movie AIRPORT? It's dangerous to fly in cold weather..."
He turned to ski away but knew there were far too many enemies about. He
saw the chateau restaurant turning just a few miles off. "Almost made
it. We almost made it, Jesse, Jeremy, my dears."

"Doctor, almost only counts in horse shoes and atomic bombs. Is that the
saying?"  the Master laughed.

The Doctor stopped and closed his eyes. He then started skiing. UNIT men on
skis and with guns started firing. "GO on, Doctor, we've got this covered!"

"Mike? Mike Yates? Oh good heavens! Thank you!"  The Doctor skied past him
and Benton and a dozen others he recognized, including some that were long
dead, "Captain Hawkins, Sergeant Hart, my dear fellows, how nice to see you
both again."

"Go on, Doctor," Hawkins nodded as he turned and shot down two Cybermen,
"Gold plated tips."  (James Bond theme from DR. NO) The Doctor winked and
skied.

Sergeant Zbrigniev, on skis, somehow brandished a bazooka and shot it. A
Dalek exploded, setting off pieces into another Dalek. Both screamed in
their unearthly, mechanical manner as they perished. From behind trees,
came two Autons, hands lowering to blast Zbrigniev down, a smoking flaming
hole where his heart once was. Privates Wyatt and Wright jumped out from
behind trees themselves and skied at the Autons. They held anti plastic
vials which they threw at the manikins. The store shop dummy Auton faces
began to melt. Eyes dripped, mouths twisted and melted. Those hanging hands
hung lower and fell eventually. Wyatt turned but a Dalek ray exposed his
skeleton and he perished in a blast. Wright turned to fire but a pistol but
he knew it was useless. Instead, from behind a stone mound came riding
another UNIT man, Sergeant Walters. He had a bazooka and he fired it at the
Dalek and it flew apart with flames coming from its center. Behind him,
came Jimmy Turner firing gold tipped bullets from a golden colored machine
gun. Cybermen skiing at a large contingency of UNIT men, went down,
grasping at their lungs with their hands, gasping for air to breath.

All across the mountainside, UNIT battled unearthly monsters. An Axon
reached out tendrils and illuminated a UNIT man on skis. Corporal Tracy
yelled as he was fried into smoke, his entire body vanishing. Two UNIT men
came at the five Axons and these UNIT men had on rubber gloves. They had
two metal rods in their hands and held them out as they passed the
Axons. The Axons tried to use their tendrils to fry the two men but
instead, the five were fried into nothingness.

"Good job, Stevens!"

"Thanks, sir. Lookout, sir!"

Ahead were Zygons. Between them was a huge dinosaur monster. "It's quite
all right, Stevens, the dino is on our side."

It was true enough. The giant sea creature from Loch Ness stepped on and
ate Zygons. "You were right Lt. Richards."

Corporal Maise Hawke, a female UNIT member, skied past them, "Will you two
pick up the snow and start hurling."

"Is that an expression?"

"No, sir. Those beings there...when snow is hurled at them, they fear for
their lives and retreat."

"Then start picking, Corporal. I thought she was just being rude."

"Greyhound Three to Trap One, throw snowballs!"

Brigadier voice. "Excuse me, Greyhound Three?"

"Use snowballs on chaps with green skin."

"Read you loud and clear. Will do. Snowballs it is."

UNIT men shot at monsters and aliens. Monsters and aliens shot back. Both
died. UNIT seemed to be winning all over the Alps. From the whiteness, it
was difficult to see two skiing figures. They were mummies, all wrapped in
white. Robots really. Sergeant Henderson, a tall UNIT bloke, lifted a pair
of pistols but the shots did no good on the robot mummies. And quickly the
two mummies met and crashed into each other...with Henderson between them,
being crushed mostly by their massive chests hitting each other...with his
in between. Private Johnson skied not far from the scene and saw
Henderson's arms flailing about as if to live even after he was dead. He
squinted. It was then that in the cloud covered shade, he was chilled to
the bone as the two mummies, not much damaged, turned toward him. Most of
Henderson's remains fell from in between them, the rest dripped off their
outrageous chests and dripped past their concave stomach area. Johnson
looked around for a weapon for he knew his machine gun wouldn't stop them
for long. Even so, he shot it at them and slowed them a bit as they skied
at him and were soon upon him. One tried to get around him. Suddenly, the
two mummies flailed wildly, as Henderson had before them. Johnson saw
why. The small man skied up to him, holding a small version of the heat
exchanger in his hands, "This should do it then! Route them out."

"Sergeant Osgood," Johnson exclaimed.  "I've never been so happy to see
anyone..."

"The heat exchanger sorted them out."  A winged four foot tall statue of
white came running through the snow, leaving red tracks of sulfur. Tracks
which steamed in the cold.  As he heard the familiar sounds it made as it
stomped and saw it appear, Osgood yelled, "Lookout!"  The thing pointed and
Johnson burst into smoke that went up into the air. "Oh no!"  It pointed at
Osgood but the man, who wore glasses, turned the lever up higher on the
mini device. Bok split apart into what looked like a million pieces of
paper.

The revolving restaurant. A UNIT helicopter flew overhead, the insignia on
it: G-AWFUL as well as UNIT circle decal. The man flying it waved to the
Doctor, who waved back. The Doctor skied right through the front glass of
the restaurant as it turned. The glass seemed to rip his cape, jacket, and
a bit of his frilly shirt on his right arm. He was on his side and saw
large green boots moving his way. Ogrons, he thought, by the look of
that. He quickly removed his skis and stood up. From his jacket pockets, he
took out two bananas, "Have a banana. Bananas are good. So are peaches."

One took both bananas from the air as the Doctor tossed them. The other one
grabbed at the first one's and the two fought. The Doctor stepped past
them, "Yes, well, while you two chaps sort it out, I'll just be about me
own business, shan't I?"

Spandrell and Engin in the Matrix Archive Room looked at the wound on the
Third Doctor's right arm. He had the same ripped clothing in the same
spot...the right arm and there was some blood. Engin looked at
Spandrell. Spandrell shrugged, "It doesn't look that bad."

A man hid by the divider wall as the entrance to the Master's matrix
lair. He was dressed in an IMC –Interplanetary Mining Corporation--- red
outfit, black lining and complete with black colored helmet, which looked
like what the French police helmets were on Earth in the 1970s. UNIT men
piled out from the helicopter's side. One, named Corporal Adams, was shot
down dead by an IMC man named Morgan. Another UNIT man, Major Beresford,
shot him with a machine gun. More IMC men came running and the Major shot
them down, too. He waved the rest of the UNIT men on and they stormed up at
the restaurant.

"Kill him!"  The Master told a large Ogron.

The Ogron slowly moved to Jeremy, who just realized he was not tied down to
the slab any longer. He jumped up, "Jesse, we're free!"

"Loose maybe but free of the Doctor and my battles! Never!"  The Master
directed another Ogron, "And you kill that one!"  He pointed to Jesse.


"Okay banana breath ape lip!"  Jeremy started punching the Ogron's face,
chest, and stomach. Jeremy looked up and saw that his assault had no
effect. Jeremy put his elbow on the Ogron's chest, "Listen, big fella, I
hope I wasn't out of line with that crack about banana breath ape lip."
The thing grabbed him by his ribs and lifted him in the air. "OHHHH!"  It
flung him to the wall and he slid down it in pain.

Jesse was trying to rise from his table but the Ogron over him grabbed him
by the throat. Jesse launched both hands up the ape man but instead of a
punch, he poked his fingers into the ape man's eyes. The thing backed
off. He rose up but it came back at him and grabbed his neck again and his
left shoulder, trying to get a grip on him. It was very strong and Jesse
tried to circle around the room to almost dance away from the thing.

From a view port hallway area, that had opened its windows and the side
wall actually lowered down, IMC men fired machine guns at a second UNIT
helicopter (which has the letters G-AWLC on it) and the men coming from
it. Private Betts and Major Richard Blake were killed by this fire.

Jeremy was picked up, almost unconscious, by the first ape man and carried
down the steps. The Master met it there, "What are you doing? Don't follow
me, you stupid ape, just kill him! Break his back, his neck, his
penis...kill him!"  The Master ran for another room.

The Ogron looked at Jeremy, who was in his arms. He put him on the ground
and stooped over him to choke him. Jeremy kicked up with both feet into the
crotch. "Now I can say I touched an Ogron in the nads. The only way I'd
want to."

The thing dove at him anyway, surprising him.  He ducked from a punch. He
slid himself back and then jumped up, kicked the thing in the face, barely
moving it backward.

Outside, Corporal Champion tossed a grenade at one of the towers where IMC
men were firing at UNIT men. The tower window was open and now it blasted
outward as did some of the IMC men, who fell out to their deaths. Benton
took a small rifle and saw the doorway lined with men from IMC ahead. They
fully blocked the entrance. Off to the slopes surrounding the revolving
castle top a Sontaran raised his gun to shoot down a UNIT woman named
Bell. Bell was on skis and had just skied rings around two other Sontaran
troopers and fired darts into their probic vents. Bell saw herself in the
sights of the Sontaran, who licked his bulging blobby lips. His eyes showed
the relish he felt at a kill. Suddenly the Sontaran head was skewered by a
ski...attached to a female UNIT officer. The black woman lifted her poles,
"Good work, Corporal!"  It was Captain Erisa Magambo, who darted through
the air after lifting off a slope. She managed to kick off the dead
Sontaran from her ski before landing again...on top of a lizard man called
a Gorn.

"Thanks!"  Bell shouted and skied around the last Sontaran and shot in the
neck him as well.

Inside, Jesse managed to find the one spot on the Ogron's arms that were
vulnerable, the crux between upper and lower arm and he hit both arms with
a karate chop. He then slashed across its neck and tried to run. The thing
recovered quickly again and ran for him. He ran behind a huge golden art
piece that had rings all throughout it. The Ogron reached through it and
grabbed him by the arm and pulled his arm into the ring. Jesse pulled but
then used the Ogron's own weight against it as it pulled one way, Jesse
went with it and then reversed. He took the thing through the metal ring
art piece and one ring found its way onto the head of the ape man as he
crashed through it and ruined it with a loud clanging bell sound. The thing
rolled away from him as he caught his breath and rolled down the
steps. This caught the attention of the one attacking him. Jeremy reached
up to an overhanging lamp and grabbed it and flung himself at the thing. He
caught it full in the face and knocked it back some. He then landed down,
picked up a big ski pole he found and threw it at the Ogron. It caught the
Ogron in the chest and still didn't kill it but it was enough to make it
back off.  The other Ogron that had fallen down the steps had stopped
moving at the bottom.

"Good going, Jesse," Jeremy called up to him. "I'm going after the Master!"

"NO!"  Jesse started down the steps. "He's too dangerous!"

"Stay there!"  Jeremy yelled and ran to the door where the Master had run
into. To his surprise, it opened.

Private Bryson threw a grenade at the open wall area and the IMC men there
were blown sky high, all of them killed in a blast.  Benton was on his
belly, sliding along the ice covered path before the entrance, firing a
smaller rifle from the ice as he slid toward the open door area. Many IMC
men were cut down from their feet and legs.

Jesse ran down the steps but the Ogron at the bottom suddenly came to life
and jumped up and grabbed him with one arm around his neck and the other
around his arm. He started to black out as he was being choked so he used
more dance moves to whirl the thing around. He flung it with his own
body. The thing hit wall spikes, another expensive piece of artwork, this
one an African wooden set of spikes. A weapon of some kind. The Ogron got
the spikes into its back and fell, gagging and grunting. Jesse caught his
breath again, "Art will be the death of you."

The Doctor crashed into the room, kicking the door in and yelling, "HAI!"

Jesse frowned.  "Entrance much?"

UNIT men followed him. Horrigan, Morris, Martin, Milner, Gorman, and High
ran in, pistols out. Outside, explosions could be heard. And men yelling,
some in victory, some in death. "Jesse! Thank God you're okay!"  He ran to
Jesse. The UNIT men looked over the Ogrons.

"Doctor, Jeremy, he went in there after the Master..."

The Doctor looked at the Ogron on the floor under the spikes. "Jesse?"

"Hmmm?"

"Jesse, did you do this?"

"Yes, well, I'm afraid I must have."

"You've done very well for yourself. Very well."

"I have?"

"Yes but you expended a lot of energy and that's vital in here."  The
Doctor looked at the other Ogron, the one with the ski in its chest. He
pointed. The thing was still breathing.

"Jeremy."  Jesse flinched.

"Yes, well, you were both fighting for your lives. Still," the Doctor said
as he moved toward the far wall where a small set of steps went up to a
ledge hallway. "...You might have done better if you had given him your
banana..."

Jesse, following, stopped in his tracks. "My banana?"  Perplexed, he
pointed both hands at his dick area.

The Doctor tossed him a banana and Jesse caught it. "Ha ha, very funny,"
Jesse groaned.

"I like bananas. Bananas are good," The Doctor tried one door.

"Doctor, one level up."  Jesse pointed to the second level.  "That's where
the Master went through and...look out!"

Another IMC man came through a door that was even higher up on another
ledge near the Master's retreat door. He aimed a pistol at Jesse. Gorman
shot him. As he slid down, the Doctor ran to him and took his pistol, "Guns
make me nervous but in this case...if Jeremy is with the Master..."  He
ignored the man as the dying man slid against the wall, his face screwed up
in pain and his hands on his wound. The Doctor moved on and opened a
door. Inside, a small caped midget threw a test tube at him and it exploded
and smoke flew up from it. The Doctor avoided the smoke and ran down the
hallway. Jesse followed him.

Some of the UNIT men tried to call after both the Doctor and Jesse but they
didn't listen. A UNIT youth came by them, "You've got some mopping up to
do. I'll see to it that they're all right, sirs."

"Very well, Greyhound 40."

The youth followed Jesse's path.

Outside but pointing into a hallway, Bambera fired a flame thrower at an
IMC man and killed him. More UNIT men shot IMC men. The Doctor ran through
a hallway after entering the door. "Jeremy! Where are you?"  Jesse followed
behind the Doctor.

Major Frost shot the Ogron that Jeremy had speared, "Put it out of its
misery."

In a very dark room, the Master was near a small rocket ship. He saw Jeremy
jump over the rocket and aim for him. The Master was knocked down and his
TCE fell to the floor. Jeremy landed near it but the Master clawed his way
on the floor and punched Jeremy's back before Jeremy could stand up and
retrieve it. Jeremy was kneeling now and facing the Tissue Compression
Eliminator.  It was pointed between his eyes. His eyes crossed. "Damn."

"Get up."  The Master commanded. Jeremy started to but the Master snapped,
"Slowly. Very, very slowly."

Jeremy put his hands in the air. "So I expect you're going to kill me?"

"Oh no. I'd face the most appalling reprisals and the Doctor's proven by
this little mind exercise..."

"You call all this killing a mind exercise?"  Jeremy laughed, "You really
are evil."

"Mind you if you or your blond friend or your white headed Doctor die in
here...or if I do, we die out there so it's far from a fake battle, my tall
hunk."  The Nick Hoult Master smiled. "But no, I won't shrink you...or at
least not your entire body."

"What do you mean?"

The Master pointed the TCE down at Jeremy's crotch, "Just the part the
Doctor finds the most valuable..."

Jeremy gulped.  "You don't think that will make the Doctor just as angry as
if you had killed me?"

"About that..."  The Master lowered the TCE. "You might be right."  He
raised it again, "But about that I do NOT care..."

The Doctor ran to a room that looked like an office. Jesse was at the
door. "No, Jesse, stay there. It might be booby trapped."

"I don't think the Master had time to..."  Jesse said.

The Doctor tore the books off a book shelf behind the desk. "I do so hate
doing this to book, even ones as evil as these...look at those titles...How
to Flay the Common Man...Book of Cthulthos...the Black Bible Belt..."  He
ran to the desk and turned the light on and off. The shelf half opened to
another room.

There, the Master had the TCE pointed at Jeremy. "Well, if you're gonna do
it, you might as well do it!"

"Jeremy, be quiet!"  The Doctor jumped into the room.

He looked around and clapped his hands. The dark room lit up very
brightly. It was so bright Jeremy felt it took a few minutes for his eyes
to adjust.

"Like a tall light bulb lighting up the entire room with your optimistic
style, brightening it all up," the Master made a gesture with his free hand
to indicate a lighting up.

"Thank you for the compliment."  The Doctor nodded and moved to a spot
between the Master and Jeremy but not quite blocking Jeremy.


"Careful, Doctor," the Master warned. Jeremy had said the same thing. The
Master made sure he had Jeremy's pubic region in his sights.

"He's got it on a new setting," Jeremy said. "It..."

The Master pointed at Jeremy's dick. "It doesn't just shrink a body any
more. I can make it do other things. This time I can make it shrink just
one vital organ."  He nodded at Jeremy's crotch.  "Hazard a guess which one
I mean? I would like to see it, though, to find out what makes the Doctor
find it so...so very attractive."

"Now you're just being petty," the Doctor walked slowly over to them. He
showed the Master the gun in his own hand.  "And perverted."

"As usual," Jesse put in.

The Doctor noticed Jesse was within range too, even from the office desk
room.  "Jesse, move away from there. No sense in all three of us getting
the chop so to speak!"  The Doctor warned.

"Just wait."  Jeremy put his hands out.

"Why wait, young, blond giant?"  The Master moved closer to them. "We all
know the Doctor won't use that gun on me..."

"I might."  The Doctor started to press the trigger. Jesse looked,
sweating. The long part on the back of the gun seemed to be moving so that
it would fire any second.

Jeremy wanted to take his eyes off the TCE but couldn't. He began to sweat,
too.

"He...he can't do it," the Master noticed, "Not even to save your dick."
The Master laughed and looked at the Doctor with menace and joviality.

"Jeremy and for that matter, Jesse, too, are more than just their ...as you
so bluntly put it in your dick masterly way...dicks. If that were gone,
he'd...they'd...still be worth the love we all share."

Jesse asked, "Don't I get a say in this?"

"NO!"  Jeremy, the Doctor and the Master all said at the same time.

"Look, it's mine just as much as it is his," Jesse insisted.

"Jeremy's more than just his golden member."  The Doctor said.

The Master raised one thick eyebrow and pointed the TCE closer to Jeremy's
crotch, "Fine then. Let's just put that little tid bit to the test then,
shall we?"  His menacing voice made clear that he intended to do what he
said this time.

A shot did go off. The TCE flew from the Master's hand. Standing near Jesse
from the other room but pointing into the rocket room was young Private
Ross Jenkins. "Ross..."  the Doctor said with love, "Ross Jenkins."

"Who's Ross?"  Jeremy asked, almost jealous.

"Ross is someone...a UNIT friend. More than that. I've always meant to go
back and sort him out properly."  The Doctor waved a hand from his
forehead, almost a salute.

"You just saved my favorite thing," Jesse said and turned Ross to him and
kissed him on the mouth. Ross's eyes went wide.

"Uhm, Jesse, my love, I don't particularly believe young Ross there is..."
The Doctor observed as Ross put his gun away and put his hands on Jesse's
back, and kissed him in retaliation.

Ross broke the kiss but kept his mouth very near Jesse's.  "I just saved
his dick."

"It's really MY dick."

The Doctor cleared his throat. "Oh, and the Doc's too."

"Don't call him doc," Ross reprimanded Jesse.

"I do so love a man in uniform. Let's go again," Jesse said and kissed Ross
again. Their heads moved from side to side as they locked lips again.

"Typical," the Doctor stared at the two kissers but then re-aimed his gun
at the Master.

"Same problem, Doc---tore," the Master mocked him, tipping his head in
insult. "You won't shoot me even if I try to get away."

"Wouldn't I? After what you just tried to do."

"No."

An explosion rocked the room. The Doctor looked up, "My goodness, my matrix
created UNIT friends must be blowing the entire place up."

"You can make them stop now," Jeremy insisted. He noticed the Doctor's
ripped velvet jacket and ripped frilly shirt under that. There was some
blood on the arm. He also noticed a stylized tattoo cobra on his right
forearm. "I didn't know you had this..."

"Only in this body and only when in exile."  The Doctor looked up at the
explosion as Jeremy caressed his right forearm and the tattoo.

"I bet some people mistake it for a mermaid."

The Doctor pulled his arm away from Jeremy. "No, they do not mistake it for
a mermaid!"

Jeremy blinked at him. The Doctor offered his arm back to the boy.

"Okay then, they mistake it for a merman. And only sometimes, mind
you. Like the one in The 13th Year with Chez Starbuck."

"Oh, Doctor," Jeremy laughed and caressed the great arm tattoo again.  "I
learn something new about you every day."

The Doctor used his left hand to stroke Jeremy's chin. Upon stopping the
stroke, he put his hand under the chin and let Jeremy's face rest there.
"Good, young Sumpter, good. Because I have a thousand...no, scratch that, a
million secrets yet to discover and you shall, thanks to the TARDIS, have
that long, long life to discover all of them. And explore every inch of
me."

"Yeah," Jeremy laughed as he said this.

The Doctor let go of his lover's face and gently tapped the right cheek of
the blond boy.  "I'm sorry I couldn't save your member."

Jeremy grinned, almost from ear to ear.

"But I'm glad I'd travel a thousand miles just to see you smile."

"Oh, blow me," the Master said.

Jesse turned his head from Ross. He blinked at the Master.  "In your new
body I'd like to actually...but..."

Ross put his hands on Jesse's face and pulled it to his own and locked lips
again.

"Busy at the moment..."  Jesse murmured from Ross's mouth.

The Doctor walked around the rocket and back toward the Master. "Hmmm. It's
quite an elaborate set up you have out there. I bet...no, I know you liked
to play bloodthirsty toy soldiers as a young Time Tot."

"What did you like to play, Doctor," the Master said with such venom as to
make it sound like an insult.

"Well, why Doctor of course."  The Doctor grinned and took his hand away
from his chin and let them drop to his sides.

"Doctor? That's just a kid's game," the Master mocked.

"Not the way I play it," the Doctor countered.

"Doctor and nurse?"  Jeremy asked.

"Why Jeremy, no. Doctor and Doctor."

Jeremy grinned now, too. "C'mon Master, give it up and let's all get out of
here."

 They heard more explosions. The blasts seemed to get closer and closer.

"I just realized..."  The Doctor said, "I'm not doing these blasts any
longer..."

Ross and Jesse took a pause from their necking to look at them. Another
blast rocked the room. The ceiling dropped some plaster on them. "The
ceiling!"  Jeremy yelled, "It's going to come down on us!"

"Run for it, Jeremy!"  The Doctor put his hands around Jeremy's waist and
made him run ahead. "You too, Master!"

"That's me doing this! These blasts will aide me in my getaway!"  The
Master touched the side of the rocket and jumped inside.

The Doctor tried to pull him away, "NO! Don't be a fool again, man! The
rocket will never make it out of the tube..."

"Doctor!"  Jesse yelled, "Come out! You'll be killed! Again. And for good
this time!"  Jesse was going to climb over the partition, back into the
room but Ross pulled him back, hand on shoulder.

Ross shook his head and made to move into the rocket room. Jesse and Jeremy
held him from two different sides. The Master punched the Doctor's arm and
the Doctor moved off. Plaster came down from the ceiling. The Doctor turned
and ran to his three friends. They hugged each other. "No time, not now,
run!"  The Doctor told them all.  A piece of wood fell and hit the Doctor
across the back, up toward his neck. He collapsed behind this three
friends.

"Doctor!"  Jeremy turned to look back at him, "Ross! Jesse!"

The three of them managed to get him to his feet and they all ran for the
nearest exit into the snow. The Master was enclosed in his rocket now and
the rocket shot out ahead of falling debris. As it did, the entire complex
blew up and exploded all around him.

Spandrell and Engin looked as the Doctor's body underwent severe stress,
straining to launch upward. The blast behind the Doctor, Ross, Jeremy and
Jesse sailed them forward and into the snow face first. The Doctor gasped
in the Capital's Record Room where the Doctor, Jesse and Jeremy's bodies
were still on tables attached to the Matrix headpieces, wired to the
computers. Jesse and Jeremy also stirred, though none of the trio opened
their eyes.  Spandrell noticed. "Whatever's going on in there, it can't be
good."

"No."  Engin agreed.

The Doctor opened his eyes. "Spandrell? Engin?"

Standing over his body was Jesse. The Doctor looked and found that he was
in an old console room. It was all white with almost hexagon shaped
roundels. A bed was unfolded from the far side wall and it was mostly made
of blue sheets. The backing to the wall behind it where it was concealed
was blue. The Doctor stirred and put his legs over the side of the bed,
"My, my, my, I haven't been in this one for some time, now."

"Doctor, you've been asleep for three weeks, Ross is dead."

"Yes, I know."  The Doctor nodded, "That death I intend to sort out some
day soon."

"The way you sorted out the two miners that were eaten by the dinosaur?"

"Jesse, that's not fair. I saved Luke Ward."

"Yes, that you did."

"And possibly Adric."

"I don't know...mentioning him makes me wonder what the hell I'm doing..."

"Doing, Jes?"

"Yes, with my life. I mean I had...have a good one. In my present ---on my
planet in the year 2005...I liked my life."

"You mean your lie?"

"I've come out internationally. On its been on TMZ. So that's fixed."

"Okay so the world knows you're gay. Jesse, what are you trying to say to
me?"

"Please open the doors then, Doctor," Jesse, wearing a slightly short cut
shirt that was stripped with pink and black stripes and tight black briefs
under blue shorts. He stood by the left door.

"There you go," the Doctor turned a switch that wasn't normally the switch
to open the doors and that was on the side of the console away from the
doors and wasn't the big red button. The console was also green and the
wall behind the Doctor was basically a flat of photographed roundels. With
a join in the middle horizontally.

Jesse looked out onto the wind swept alien landscape of
Uxarieus. "Doc..tor..."

"That's an alien world out there, Jes."  The Doctor asked, "Isn't it
wonderful?"

 Jesse stared and then turned back inside and ran to the Doctor, "No, it's
horrible. I don't want to explore any world. I ...I've had enough of
this. I just want to go home and resume my life," Jesse turned and ran to
the Doctor.

"You mean leave?"

"Yes, leave," Jeremy was suddenly there, too. He had on a kilt in a get up
that Jamie used to wear. "We...we had to sooner or later you know.'

"I know."  The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck and then put his fingers
to his chin.  He looked from Jesse to Jeremy, "I know what you're doing,
old man."  He turned up to the ceiling, "It's the same trick you've used
time and time again...you used it with the dream device...you've used with
the Keller Machine..."  He turned and saw Jesse and Jeremy in their usual
clothing. Before they could speak, he put a gloved hand to their lips and
made motions for them to be quiet. "You've used Aleutians..."

"Aleutian islanders?"  Jeremy smiled and nudged Jesse.

"Someone's got a cute lisp..."

"Yes, well, I DO NOT have a cute lisp," the Doctor turned to them and put a
hand to their chins. Then, he rubbed his chin and the back of his neck
again, "Yes, well, I'm fairly certain I don't...I mean not that it's
cute...it's manly..."

"Yes, I think so, too," Jeremy put a hand on the Doctor's arm.  The Doctor
turned to him and winked.

"Reminds me of someone else that's cute and hot."  Jesse looked sideways.

"Who do you know that has a lisp?"  Jeremy asked.

"I can't ever imagine."  Jesse pointed to Jeremy.

"I do not have a lisp," Jeremy stammered.

"I like that. You're learning," the Doctor smiled, "The way you said that."

"With a lisp," Jesse put forth.

"And it's a matter of complete indifference," Jeremy said as the Doctor
opened the doors.

"Indifference!?"  The Doctor found the big red button and pulled the lever
under it and the doors opened, "Come on, we've got to find the Master and
what he's up to."

As they stepped out into the Matrix world, Jeremy slowly asked, "Why'd he
let you find us in the first place?"

"He was using you as Aleut...illusions...hallucinations...and, as usual for
his plans, it backfired...so now I have you both. Safe and
sound. Relatively speaking."  The Doctor lisped.

"How'd he do it?"  Jeremy stepped forward.

"It IS the Matrix, Jeremy. Before I had practice, he was a genius, the only
one who could really come and go from it on a regular basis, steal files,
manipulate things, even me. And no one, and I mean even me, was as powerful
and as good at it as he was. He probably hypnotized you both and implanted
the stuff inside your minds. I'll have to see if there's anything else in
there..."

"Great."  Jesse frowned.

"Perhaps I should get you both out of here..."

"No way!"  Jesse said, "We're coming with you."

"I don't want to barter with him for your lives."

"If he wanted to kill us he certainly had ample time to," Jeremy added.

"That...that is true. I ...don't know why he didn't kill you. Or at least
one of you," the Doctor said and then whispered to Jeremy, "I mean Jesse's
not the easiest of guests..."

"Doctor," Jesse scolded, "I heard that."

 The Doctor went outside. Jeremy and Jesse were right behind him and bumped
into his back on either side. Behind them, the TARDIS exterior
vanished. "So that's not really the TARDIS."  Jeremy turned to see the last
of it slowly vanish into thin air, for a few moments only outlines of it
remaining.

"Yes," the Doctor commented, "My own making. We'll use it again to get out
of here. IF I can find the Master and IF I can..."

He turned. Jeremy was gone. Jesse was standing there in an outrageous blue
velvet jacket. The Doctor looked at himself, "Oh no. Oh my, I'm a cartoon!"

"NOT JUST ANY CARTOON, MY COMPANION!"  Jesse said and put his hand on the
Doctor's shoulder.

"My what?"  The Doctor lisped. "Of all the unfounded arrogance..."


"DON'T LET IT WORRY YOU, MY GOOD MAN!"  Jesse aimed the sonic
screwdriver. "I have my trusty sonic. I am the one, the only, the best, the
original you might say. Now, where's Corporal Nutting, I need a Nutting!"

It was true. Jesse and the Doctor are anime figures. The Doctor was in a
frilly shirt, a green velvet jacket, and his usual boots and pants. He had
on a Sherlock Holmes over cape and a pipe in his mouth which he discarded
almost immediately. "Haven't smoked one of those in regenerations."  The
Doctor turned Jesse toward himself using the boy's shoulders, "The original
what I might ask?"

"WHY MY GOOD MAN, I AM THE DOCTOR. THE ONE, THE ONLY..."

"Yes, I heard that part."  The Doctor nodded and put a hand to his own ear
and rubbed. "The Doctor aye? I must admit this caught me completely by
surprise. I don't know...I mean I really don't know what to do about
this. How do I fight a good dream?"

"With bad ones I mean WITH BAD ONES OF YOUR OWN ENEMY!"  Jesse yelled. He
had on a frilly shirt with long sleeves, and his blue jacket had patches on
it of different colors. He also wore yellow stretch pants and orange
running shoes. "SUIT AND TRAINERS DOES IT FOR ME!"

"Yes, I see," the Doctor puffed, "Well, I've seen worse. Hummm. "

Jesse stared at the screen, "YOU WILL ACCEPT ME AS THE DOCTOR WHETHER YOU
LIKE IT OR NOT! I WILL EAT CUSTARD AND BANANA PIE WITH A LITTLE GIRL..."

"You are a little girl," the Doctor murmured.

"WHAT WAS THAT MY TRUSTY JO?"

"Ho?"

"Jo."

"Same difference."  The Doctor caught up to the running Jesse and stopped
him with his hands on his back, "Uh, Uh, Jes...I mean Doctor..."

"YES, MY LONG SUFFERING TRAVELING MATE?"  Jesse asked.  He pointed the
sonic at nothing.

"Uhm, can you look into my eyes..."

"UHM, NO MY DEAR, THERE IS TO BE ABOLUTLEY NO HANKY PANKY IN THE TARDIS!!!"

"Heaven forbid."  The Doctor muttered, "It's just that I think the Master
has implanted something, well, something untoward in me mind. Maybe you can
just take a gander at it?"

"THE MASTER? MASTER OF WHAT ONE MIGHT ASK..."

The Doctor looked around as if worried the Master might overheard Jesse's
taunts and insults against the Master. "Yes, of..."

"THAT PRATTLING JACKANAPES! ALL HE EVER DOES IS CAUSE TROUBLE! HE'S AN
UNIMAGINATIVE PLODDER!"

"I think he finds the tried and untrue methods work best," the Doctor
added.

"THEY DON'T WORK!"

The Master was laughing and the Doctor could hear it. The Doctor muttered
again, "At the moment they seem to be working on you, my dear Jesse."

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"Nothing. Can you just look into my eyes, my dear Jesse?"

"Yes, Doctor," Jesse said and locked eyes with him. The Doctor's eyes grew
large. Jesse's eyes grew large.

"Have you found it?"  They both asked.

"Yes, indeed," they both said.

"Gone," The Doctor said.

Jesse was dressed in his regular clothing. Rumpled striped white button
shirt with the long sleeves slightly rolled up. Watch. Loose blue tie with
yellow stripes. Light gray pants and blue sneakers. "Doctor, what
happened?"

"The Master's mind stuff is out of your mind."

"Doctor, where's Jeremy?"

"We're not manga anymore either," the Doctor smiled and looked at his own
hand.

"Oh, I think it's properly called anime if we're moving," Jesse told
him. "So where is he?"

"That's what we're going to find out, come on," the Doctor opened his arm
and took Jesse into his cape. They walked side by side.

"How on Earth are we going to find him by just walking?"  Jesse asked.

"May I remind you, Jesse, we are no longer on Earth."

"Oh, that's very clever, Doc," Jesse snipped.

"Well, that's one redeeming quality my foe has. He likes Manga and
Anime. There's hope for him yet," the Doctor said.

 "Hear that?"  Jesse asked.

The Doctor listened. A small gyrocopter came flying at them. "RUN, JESSE!"
They ran across the untouched desert sand.

In the copter, was Jeremy, his head covered by a helmet. "You, down there,
Master, let go of my companion Jesse or I'll be forced to land this right
on your white hair."

"My hair isn't..."  The Doctor ran but felt his head and pulled a bit of it
out and looked at it, "I guess it is!"

"Doctor! It's Jeremy! He thinks he's you! What arrogance! Who would do
that?"

"Who indeed. It's not WHO...it's..."

Together they said, "The Master's mind stuff!"

Jeremy found the Who Mobile around him and he flew it down at the Doctor
and Jesse. The Doctor made Jesse run to the right and he ran to the
left. The Who Mobile flew at the Doctor. "Jesse, get to safety, I'll settle
this Master bloke once and for all and then we'll go see Florana and the
Blue Crystal and anywhere else you want me to take you!"

"Oh good grief, I don't talk like that!"

"Doc, you do!"  Jesse called from some rocks. The terrain they were in was
more desert and with a few trees. The Who Mobile landed in water and became
a hover craft and flew out of the water and at the Doctor. The Doctor stood
in its way, hands on hips. He put one hand out as the Hovercraft came at
him. "Jeremy, stop!"  He laid down on his back and it ran over him, the
craft only a few inches off the ground. But enough to cause him no harm.

"Great comets!"  The Doctor sat up.

Jeremy turned at the wheel of the hover craft. Jesse jumped off a boulder
into the hovercraft. "Jeremy!"

"Doctor!"  Jeremy insisted.

"Stop this!" Jesse ran for the wheel of the hovercraft but Jeremy threw him
to a seat.

"My dear Jesse! You're being influenced by the evil one, the Master. And
he's over there. If I can just make this transform into..."  The hovercraft
around them changed into an old car.  Jesse found himself in the passenger
seat. Jeremy bragged as he ran the yellow roadster at the Doctor. The
Doctor ran. "A 1950 Ford Popular. A Siva Tourer from a firm in Dorsett. A
Neville Tresclott Design."  He pressed the gas pedal down and the car tore
out after the Doctor.

"No, it's not!"  The Doctor yelled, "Bessie's much older than that! Never
thought I'd be running for my life away from her, though!"  Bessie was
almost at the Doctor's heels!

Jesse made a play for the wheel and the car turned away from hitting the
Doctor. The Doctor, not far from the car due to almost being mowed down by
it, ran for Bessie car and jumped. Suddenly, as he landed he was on the
deck of a small motor boat. Jeremy was at the wheel, tossing Jesse to the
back of the boat with one hand. The boat sped on through choppy waters. The
entire landscape as far as one could see on every side was ocean
horizon. They all shook to one side. The Doctor grabbed Jeremy and yelled,
"Jesse, take the wheel! Hurry!"

"Master, stop!"  Jeremy gasped, grappling with the Doctor's arms.  "You
don't want to do this!"

"You will obey me!"  The Doctor yelled, "Look into my eyes. Deep! Deeper!
Jeremy! Here my voice and only my voice!"

Jeremy's eyes glazed over as Jesse ran for the wheel. The Doctor continued
to stare into his eyes. "That should do it."

"What? What happened?" Jeremy asked.

"Never mind, Jer, you're fine now."  The Doctor smiled.

"I'm myself, Doctor?"

"Yes."  The Doctor took his chin in hand. "Yes, you're yourself. My great
big anchor to reality."

Jeremy asked, "What's happening, Doctor?"

"Yeah, really."  Jesse agreed to ask this, too.

"We already know. The Master has caused me to degenerate. Some rubbish
about making my protons reversed from my neutrons. AND he's also made all
of Gallifrey's times into one time. One planet. One year over lapping the
next."  He used his gloved hands to show one hand over the other and his
chin over his forearm.

"We always thought Gallifrey was this timeless place that existed outside
past, present, and future."

The 3rd Doctor says, "What errant poppycock and utter rubbish! Where'd you
here that from?"

They both answered.  "You!"

They heard a low rumbling on the ocean surface. Ahead, the water bubbled
up.

Jesse steered, "What now?"

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A huge metallic shape rose up from the ocean, creating waves that drove the
boat back. If it had had four more legs it would have resembled a giant
spider. It stopped rising but loomed over the boat.

The boat was driven by Jesse under the oceanic building. A ladder came
down.

"Ladder from the spider to my fly."

"I'd like to be in your fly right now," Jesse quipped.

"You'll be alright now."  The Doctor put Jeremy down on a seat. "It took
Jesse only a few seconds to recover."

Jesse turned from the wheel. "What does that mean?"

"I haven't time for your petty jealousy now."  The Doctor smiled
affectionately.  "Not that there's much of that. Watch over him, Jesse. If
I'm successful, I'll be seeing you again."  The Doctor jumped from boat to
ladder, his cape flying in the wind. "On Gallifrey."

As the Doctor climbed up the ladder, Jesse looked after him, putting a hand
to his brow to block out the sun so he could see the Doctor climb
up. "Gallifrey? Is that supposed to comfort me? Rather be safe and sound on
Earth. Or even inside the TARDIS."

Jeremy laughed, "Sit down."

"All right now?"  Jesse asked.

"Yeah, I think so. That Master. He just hypnotized us without us knowing."

"Yeah, he's like that."  Jesse shrugged.

The Doctor climbed up to the rectangular region of the underbelly and
jumped off the ladder into the equally rectangular floor of the base. He
strode in carefully and cautiously made his way to a main room, a huge
Captain Nemo-like organ on one wall, a large dinner table in the center,
and a bank of controls on another wall. He moved to the wall. "All I have
to do, you know, is destroy this. It will send my two companions' spirits
back to where they should be."

The Master came out from behind a statue of David.
http://www.garden-fountains.com/famous-statues/david.htm

"Is that what you are calling them now?"

"Let them go. They can't possibly harm you."

"You're right. Because they're not there in that boat. They're here,
Doctor. On my dinner table."  The Master waved his hands in front of him to
show the Doctor. "Come away from there and see..."

The Doctor turned to the table. On it were the bodies of Jesse and
Jeremy. The bodies were completely nude. And from upper chest down to lower
intestines, the skin was torn open and held back by huge giant pins all
along the inside of the skin and holding it down to the table. The Doctor
felt a huge wave of horror and grief hit him. He put the back of his hand
to mouth and turned from the table, gagging. "I always wanted to see what
you saw in them. It was their hearts of course. Oh, don't be so pedantic,
Doctor," the Nick Hoult Master looked down at the bodies. "This is
them. Not those phantoms out there in the boat."  He grabbed the back of
the Doctor's head and forced it back to the images on the table. "I thought
about what I could do. If I could manifest the very thing that captured
your hearts...their own...that was in their own hearts...and maybe
transplant THAT ...both their hearts into one Time Lord body. My own for
instance?"  He let go of the Doctor's head and the Doctor gripped the back
of one of the ancient but brand new fancy chairs. Gagging. "I might be able
to make you love me."

"Love you?"  The Doctor managed to say. The eyes of both his lovers were
open. Their faces were white in death. Mouths closed. Their innards were
exposed. "I..."  Their dicks were cut off, too.

"Yes, Doctor, have you nothing to confess? To say? Has the cat got your
tongue? The loves of your lives are gone, Doctor. Gone! Gone forever! The
long lives you promised them scattered to the Time Winds of
yesteryear...hahahahaha."

The Doctor went over to the window. Resting the engine, Jesse had the boat
drifted out from under the ladder. It was empty. He swallowed. "I...I guess
you're right. How could you have done this? To them? To me? To yourself?"

"Myself?"  The Master asked. "I don't understand."

"We, the three of us could have helped you stop this madness ...of this
life you lead," the Doctor explained. "But after this..."

The Doctor looked again. Jeremy was sitting down but saw him. He
waved. From the boat. Jesse winked and he saw that even from afar. The
Doctor turned to the bodies on the table. "I deny this reality! I deny this
reality! It's not real. I deny this reality!"

"Blast!"  The Master gasped, "I'll be blowed."

The bodies vanished and the time vortex came about. "Thinking of blowing a
lot today, aren't you?"  The Doctor asked him.

"What do you suppose is going on up there?"  Jesse asked.

Jeremy looked down at the water from over the side of the boat. "I imagine
they're verbally sparring."

"Yeah."  Jesse looked up. "I think we should go up there."

"I thought about that. But following again ...it may lead us into more
danger. It always has in the past. And it might compromise the Doctor's
position."

"I suppose you're right."  Jesse said.

Jeremy looked down. "I..."

"What?"

"I thought I saw something."

"Where?"

"In the...in the water...there."  Jeremy looked down and stood up and
turned, leaning on the side with both hands on it. "See anything?"

"Naw...wait..."

From the water, rose a brown slimy leather like head. The top of a head. A
turtle face. "Doctor!"  Jesse yelled. Sea Devils rose up from the water,
kicking their feet.  Jesse ran to the wheel again and started the boat
up. "Doctor!"  He sped the boat to the ladder. More heads began to pop up
from the water.

The Doctor looked out the window. "Not them as well?"

"It's not what you think, Doctor."

"Not your usual maniacal games then?"  The Doctor didn't stop looking out
the window. "After what you just did..."

"A man must try, Doctor," the Master confessed.

"They're not Sea Devils, then, are they?"  The Doctor rubbed the back of
his own neck.

"No."  The Master came over to him and looked out the window over his
shoulder.  "I don't know what they are, I must confess."

"They just look like Sea Devils, then?"

"Yes. And they're going to destroy the Matrix and feed off the energy."
The Master said, calmly.

"Another one of your petards roughly hoisting you on it?"

The Master laughed, "You might say that. I did it again."

"And you want my help?"

"Yes, of course," the Master admitted. "I can't stop them alone."

The Doctor looked at the Sea Devils who arose. One jumped into the boat and
was grappling with Jesse and Jeremy. "These things have no guns."

"I already told you! They're not Sea Devils!"  The Master snapped. "Are you
going to help me or do we all go down to the sea in chips?"

"Chips?"  The Doctor laughed. He turned, "All right, all right. I know what
they are. I've seen them before. I can stop them."  He turned and pointed,
"But first, you send my companions back to Gallifrey. First thing."

The Master ran to the set up. "I will."

The Sea Devil put its flipper like claws around Jesse's neck and started to
squeeze.  Jeremy was punching its back, to no avail. Two more climbed over
the side and began to pull Jeremy off the first one. They also started to
pull both his arms from either side. He felt as if his arms were coming out
of their sockets.

In the Archive Room, Spandrell looked as Jeremy felt both his arms with the
opposite hand, wrapping himself up. Engin looked on at Jesse, who had his
hands around his own throat as if to protect it. Both were moaning in pain.

Suddenly, the Sea Devils found themselves pulling on nothing as Jeremy
vanished from in between them. The first one had nothing to choke as from
under his claws, Jesse's neck vanished. Jeremy stirred and pulled his arms
around himself some more. He sat up. He was awake.  "Easy, son, easy,"
Spandrell removed the Matrix helmet from Jeremy's head. "You've had quite
an adventure."  Jeremy looked to Jesse, who sat up, too. Jesse's neck had
claw wounds on them and they were slightly bleeding.

Engin looked at Jesse's neck. "I can do something about those wounds and
that ring around your neck..."

Jesse coughed. He had a mark around his neck where the Sea Devil had been
choking him. He also felt wounds from the claws. He felt it. "Ohhhhh...is
it permanent?"

"Don't worry about that. The cuts don't look too deep."  Jeremy jumped off
the table and ran to him, taking off the helmet attachment.  "Are you
okay?"

"Yes, I think so," Jesse said. Engin came to him and rubbed the back of
Jesse's neck with a salve. Jesse said, "Dude, I'm an equal age opportunity
provider but I'm just not into you that way, you know."  Engin ignored him
and put the stuff around the front of Jesse's neck, too.

"Shut up," Jeremy laughed. "He's trying to help."  Jeremy watched as the
salve vanished and with it the mark around Jesse's neck.  The wounds from
the claws were gone, too.

"I do see what the Doctor sees in you," Engin submitted. He looked at
Jesse's crotch. "Need it any... where...else?"

Jesse closed his legs.

"Thank you, much appreciated," the Doctor turned to the Master.

The Master smiled. "I did so miss that white bouffant..."

"Are we going to help each other before those mathematical life forms
arrive in this room?"

"Yes, sorry," the Master smiled up at the Doctor.

The Doctor took some wires from the machine on the wall console. He pulled
them out and used a small pocket knife he had in his pocket.  "Would you
mind?"

The Master was the same 6'2 height as the Doctor. "In this body I am evenly
matched to you..."  He held the wires for the Doctor who had to put the
knife to wire.

"My dear son, you'll never be evenly matched to me as long as you're on the
side of evil."  The Doctor said and turned to move to a machine on the side
of the main table, "Excuse me."

"Oh sorry," the Master said, still holding the wires.

The Doctor used the sonic screwdriver to open a circle around the lever,
which he pulled out. He nodded to the Master, put the knife between his
teeth and gummed it. He took the wires and put them into the hole. The
Master looked over his shoulder and put a hand on the Doctor's
shoulder. The Doctor looked him, "That's most disconcerting."

"Sorry, again."  The Master backed off.

The Doctor finished, the wires attached inside. He then used both hands to
move the lever back into place around the hole so that the hole closed up
completely. The Sea Devils climbed into the room. The Master looked closer
at the Doctor's handiwork. "What are you doing?"

"I reversed the polarity of the neutron flow, of course," the Doctor
nodded.

"Ahhh," the Master agreed that that was a good thing to do.

The Sea Devil forms moved at them. Suddenly, the large reptilian forms
glittered and turned into points of light. Each Sea Devil became fifty
points of light or more. "They're just as a I predicted!"  The Doctor
backed off from the Master. "Mathematical data. Life forms that can take on
and take in the complex designs of any inner computer..."


"Such as the Matrix?"

"Such as the Matrix."  The Doctor acknowledged.

"Uh, Doctor, they're still coming."  The Master backed up to the Doctor's
side and kept backing up.

"I noticed," he said as the lights moved at them, slowly but with progress.

"Perhaps if you also reverse the proton flow?"

"That would negate..."  The Doctor stopped. He ran to the machine. "That's
ingenious."

"Yes, well, I thought of it."  The Master said as the lights came at him,
this time in a faster surge as if to relay a sense of urgency.  "It had to
be."

The Doctor frowned, "I see this regeneration hasn't done anything to
improve your modesty..."

"If you reverse that, the flow of the electrons will still be opposite both
neutron and proton flow."

"Yes. A novel idea in tandem with the smaller particles of all three."  The
Doctor used the sonic screwdriver to change the lever direction and he
pulled it. The lights vanished.

The Master turned from a bunch of lights that were vanishing around him. He
raised his hands, "You've done it, Doctor. You saved me. Me! I appreciate
it!"

"Now will you stop the time mess you created and find a way to get me back
to my present body and stop my degenerating?"

"I would if I could. But I think both processes are irreversible. I do
admit I went a tad too far this time, Doctor. I'm sorry."  The Master
raised both hands and arms, "But perhaps, we WILL MEET AGAIN!  Farewell, my
friend but not forever!"  He vanished with the lights around him.

The Doctor looked around as the lights vanished. He held his head. He
rubbed his forehead, then his cheek and slowly his chin. Suddenly, a vast
explosion came from under the sea base. The center was cracked and the legs
on the left side collapsed. The Doctor found the deck he was on
tilted. "Time to go, I think. Now free of the Master's negating energy. I'm
coming home, my friends. Coming home, Engin, Spandrell, Jeremy, Jesse."
The Doctor fell against the machine which started to spark. He pushed
himself off of it and it blew up near him. The blast sent him
sprawling. The entire sea base exploded...The Doctor yelled. The strange
vortex of what looked like pin heads this time enveloped him. The blasts
began anew and he seemed totally engulfed by it. A huge blast...

STING MUSIC INTO THE FULL, LONGER JON PERTWEE END THEME...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=majcVFXSisU


The Doctor...Jon Pertwee
Jeremy...Jeremy Sumpter
Jesse...Jesse McCartney
Spandrell...George Pravda
Engin...Erik Chitty
The Master...Nicholas Hoult
Captain Yates...Richard Franklin
John Benton...John Levene
Ogrons...Rick Lester, David Joyce, Maurice Bush, Frank Menzies, Geoff Todd, Bruce Wells
Daleks...John Scott Martin, Cy Town, Murphy Grumbar, Rick Newby,
Dalek voices...Peter Messaline, Oliver Gilbert
IMC Men...Pat Gorman, Brian Walsh, Valentino Musetti
Morgan...Tony Caunter
Captain Dent... Morris Perry
Voices of the Master...Roger Delgado, Eric Roberts, Anthony Ainley,
Emaciated Master...Peter Pratt AND Geoffrey Beavers

UNIT
Adams...Max Faulkner
Bambera...Angela Bruce
Bell...Fernanda Marlowe
Beresford...John Acheson
Betts...David Billa
Bryson...Colin Bell
Champion...James Haswell
Forbes...George Lee
Zbrignniev...Robert Jezek
Wyatt...Derek Ware
Wright...Derek Politt
Walters...James Thornhill
Jimmy Turner...Robert Sidaway
Tracy...Jeffry Cheshire
Stevens...Leslie Bates
Robins...Harry Swift
Ross Jenkins...Christian Cooke
Perkins...Stacy Davies
Parker...James Clayton
Palmer...Denys Palmer
Osgood...Alec Linstead
Nutting...Alan Mason
Jimmy Munro...John Breslin
Magambo...Norma Dumezweni
Latimer...David Simon
Hawkins...Paul Darrow
Hart...Richard Steele

Stunts...Yuri Borienko, HAVOC, Bob Simmons,
Autons, Axons, Zygons, Cybermen, other monsters...HAVOC
Cyber Command Skier... David Banks


Music
Monty Norman's James Bond Theme from Dr. No
John Barry's Escape from Piz Gloria theme from On Her Majesty's Secret Service

A BBC/Eon joint venture

Distributed by LionHeart

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