Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2013 12:11:31 -0500 (EST) From: J Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse, and Jeremy 131 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yL4ulSDundU Jon Pertwee Season 11 theme opening... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESr3SetdZfs The blast sends the Doctor flying down a corridor of time particles, echoed in the opening credits of the 11th season...his cape behind him...his eyes closing, the blast following... On the table in the archive room, the Third Doctor's body convulses again and he yells out. He screams and his eyes cross. His eyes also go wide and his head falls back. Jesse and Jeremy run to his body as it seems to cave in on itself. Spandrell pulls Jesse back. Engin pulls Jeremy back. Jeremy wanted to slap the old, old Time Lord's hands off him but didn't. Jesse did slap Spandrell off him. "He's...dead!" The Third Doctor's face didn't move except for one part: his mouth. "A tear? Jesse?" Jesse looked, "Please! This can't be the end. Please, don't die!" The Doctor put his right hand up to Jesse's hands and the boy clasped it. Jeremy found the left hand reaching up to him. "You know what they say, boys. Where there's life...there's hope...hope eternal..." His head fell back and his eyes stared. Jesse couldn't control his sobbing. Jeremy found himself unable to hold in his own sobs. "Get back! Get back!" Spandrell pulled both boys back, the hands releasing the Doctor's hands. The hand falling limply. "Why?" Jesse wiped an arm across his nose. "He's dead!" "No! You're wrong. He's not!" Spandrell gasped and pointed. "Look!" The Third Doctor body sat bold upright, "EUREKA!!!!" A glow engulfed him. A green glow. As he sat there, his upper body perpendicular to the ceiling, his feature changed. The white/blond hair slowly darkened. The nose softened. The body shrank somewhat. The broad chest lowered. The muscles lessened. Only the eyes stayed the same for a time, chestnut brown, then green, and then grey. The eyes stabilized last and became bright blue. The face around it softened. The face of the Second Doctor. The hair was more of mop top. Though the mouth and frown lines seemed exactly the same. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6QUHzj8pLs changes into: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGGaRL8ZHHU http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3d0wQIQWLU A CYBERMAN IN THE CLOSET The blast caused a kaleidoscope of images like an ancient film projector. A feedback loop of cloud like figures forms. The Second Doctor's face forms in the feedback loop of cloud like shapes. The body was lost in the Third Doctor's clothes but the atoms changed and the clothes of the Second Doctor was soon around it. He wore clownishly large plaid or checkered trousers, a blue bow tie, and a dull blue shirt button down. He had a frock coat over his shirt and the others noticed that the sleeves were a bit too long for him as only his fingertips showed. Engin whispered, "Another of his sartorially challenged regenerations, then?" Spandrell shushed Engin. "Shhh! We're in the presence of greatness." From nowhere, a stove pipe hat was on the Doctor's mop top head of hair. He took it off quickly, and looked at it with a smile. He smiled at Jesse and nodded "YES" to him. Jesse nodded a "NO" in return. The Doctor looked at the hat and shook his head, "I shouldn't like a hat like that." He tossed it aside. He reached into his upper left jacket pocket and took out a blue handkerchief and blew his nose, put it back in his upper right pocket and then put it back into the other pocket! Jesse glanced at Jeremy, looking for support. Jeremy shrugged and shook his head as if he didn't know what to say. "And besides..." the Doctor began, their glances to each other apparently going unnoticed by him but the other four in the room weren't so sure of that...nothing seemed to get by this one even though ...everything seemed to. "...I haven't smoked a pipe in years...I think since that business on that planet with the cavemen of skulls. Numb skulls they were, too!" "That Master. Look, I wish I didn't have to call that rapscallion the Master. What a conceited name he made for himself!" This second's body had a tone just now that made him sound like he was complaining in an almost sing song but pessimistic manner. The Second Doctor, hyper, hopped off the table, his legs too short to allow them to hit the floor from the sitting-over-the-side position. "He went and left me in the lurch, didn't he? Lurch? Not me dick stuck in some Addams Family butler. Oh my giddy aunt. That scoundrel, the most dreadful man." The Doctor drew himself up to Spandrell who almost towered over him so that he could see the man eye to eye...almost. He smiled but then he dropped his smile and cleared his throat. "What did he do now?" Jeremy asked, turning the Doctor around to face him. "Well, he went and left me in the lurch and I don't mean an overly tall butler of a strange family named Adams either!" "Doctor?" Jesse wasn't impressed. "Yes, it's me, isn't it?" The Doctor cleared his throat again, "Yes. It's good to be me again. I mean the me me that used to be, well, me." He flattened his hair with his hands and then looked into a reflection from one of the computer screens, an old affair that looked to Jesse as if it were a television set that had come from the 1950s. "It feels good to get some color in me face again. The color has returned to my face. OH NO!" "That's how I felt too when I looked at him. But I guess the little guy'll grow on me," Jesse quipped. The Doctor had looked at himself in the mirror at the same time that his face and everything around it was robbed of most color. "What's happened to my pigment?" Engin, Spandrell, Jeremy, and Jesse also looked at themselves and at each other. "Oh no!" "That's what I said!" The Doctor came and put his hands on Jeremy's chest. Jeremy's chest fluttered. Tingled. He could still feel "his" Doctor inside the fingers, inside the body that he didn't know so well. The Doctor he did know well and this was just another body like so many others. "We...Doctor? We're all black and white!" The Doctor rubbed Jesse's chest, preferring the nipples. Jesse looked down at the little man, almost un-phased but then he realized his nipples were hard. The Doctor cleared his throat again and turned away, "There, that's better. What's worse than this black and white stuff..." he moved to the screen where he could see himself again. He moved his lower lip down with his fingers. "...is that I've forgotten how bad my teeth are on the bottom in this body. Quite disgusting." Jeremy came over to him and put a hand on his the right shoulder. The Doctor reached up with his right arm and touched Jeremy's hand in a reassuring gesture. "And of course, there's the possibility that if we're black and white...someone...someone controlling all this..." "The Master again?" Spandrell asked. "He's behind this surely..." "No, I think he's called it quits for now. This is somebody else's doing. I think..." Jesse frowned, "Think?" "Yes, of course, think. Think, my good man." The Doctor turned and used both hands to drop Jeremy's. Jeremy frowned. SO much for reassuring... The Doctor hopped back over to Jesse. "Think. If we're black and white some fools might try very carefully to ..." As he spoke, he took Jesse very carefully and deliberately to a corner of the room. Jeremy looked solemnly at Spandrell and Engin, both of whom took their turns to shrug at the Doctor's behavior. The Doctor whispered, "...erase us from time to make room for the taping of other shows." "I have no idea what you're talking about?" Jesse declared. "Well, nor do I." The Doctor said and whirled. "In this state...I've regenerated back so far down my own bodies that I don't know whether or not I'm making any sense at all." Jeremy strode over to him. "You did in the last incarnation." The Doctor motioned with his hands, throwing them upward and then he buffed out his hair. "And white?" "Yes." "The dandy? Don't listen to me, I never do." "He got you back here," Jesse added, then realized that made no sense. "Wait. That was you saving you." The Doctor touched Jesse's side, "Don't you worry about it, my dear young Jesse. You just stand there and look...well, like you look, of course." "I'm so gonna punch you." Jesse warned. "We're not just pretty faces," Jeremy added. "No? No! No, of course not!" The Doctor answered his own question. He clasped his hands together, "Now, now. Where shall we start?" He sounded almost happy now. "I know, the sexual air supply!" He leaned on Jesse's side and put his head up his chest like a puppy. `And this time I DO mean sexual air supply...beforehand I meant sectional. I mean your sections are just fine...especially put together all in one place..." Jesse petted his head and then pushed him away. "Get off. You have to do something about this black and white stuff." The Doctor turned to him again after looking forlornly at Jeremy. "Do I? What for? Why is it all on me, all the time." He pointed his hands and arms at Spandrell and Engin. "There're are Time Lords. They're Time Lords." Spandrell puffed out his chest and Engin nodded, proudly. The Doctor deflated them with the next two words, "I think..." He looked them over, coughed, and added, "Barely." "Don't say bare around yourself when you're this self," Jesse murmured. "What? I'll have you know that this body was..." the Doctor started. Jeremy interrupted him. "Doctor, I don't fancy being black and white for the rest of my life. Nor does Jesse and unless I'm way wrong, neither do the Time Lords." Spandrell and Engin nodded in agreement. "My dear good men," the Doctor started. "Because perception of color stems from the varying spectral sensitivity of different types of cone cells in the retina to different parts of the spectrum, colors may be defined and quantified by the degree to which they stimulate these cells. These physical or physiological quantifications of color, however, do not fully explain the psychophysical perception of color appearance." Jesse nodded in frustration. "Forget all that, Doc. Unless it helps." Jeremy lifted the Doctor's right arm, "Doctor, don't you have any plan up your sleeve to get our color back?" "Sleeve? My sleeve?" The Doctor asked. He checked his right sleeve and grasped some papers from it. "As a matter of fact, I do!" "What?" Engin asked. The Doctor unrolled some wrinkled, crumbled papers. "It says that Drax is responsible. It's one of his many practical jokes." The Doctor looked up and yelled, "Practical joke, aye? I'll have you know without our color we shall..." "Doctor, get a grip!" Jesse grabbed both of the Doctor's arms and the paper wrinkled some more. "Besides, how'do ya know it's him?" "This note says so!" The Doctor stamped his foot down. "That little..." "In this body, Drax is taller than you are now, Doctor," Jeremy noted. "Hmmm," the Doctor moved to Jeremy and looked him up and down. "I'd forgotten how perspective you are and how good your memory is. I don't like it." "Yes, you do." Jeremy smiled and kissed his forehead. "I know," the Doctor smiled, too and straightened out his hair. "That still doesn't tell us how you know the culprit is Drax." Spandrell moved forward to the Doctor. The Doctor hugged Jeremy to him, making Jeremy astonished as he wasn't expecting that. When he let go, Jeremy fell backward almost and Jesse stood there. The Doctor grabbed him and hugged him close, also. The Doctor's face was in Jesse's lower chest. Jeremy started. "Oh my crumbs!" The Doctor grabbed them both up and hugged them to his body and squeezed tightly. "Are you trying to avoid my question, Doctor?" Spandrell grew suspicious and they could hear it in his tone. The Doctor broke his hugging and coughed. "Hmm. No, I am not. It just so happens that this note is from me. I must have wrote it to myself from the future." They all looked confused. "I can see that you don't understand. And I knew you wouldn't." He was almost laughing at them. "Never mind. I'll try to explain. That is to say, my future self wrote a note that the denizen that did this was Drax, the dratted dope." "I thought you weren't allowed to do stuff like that," Jeremy remembered. "We're not. He's not!" Spandrell drew up closer to the Doctor, who stepped back and looked behind him as if he were going to knock into something. The Doctor put the note behind him, holding it in both hands. "My dear Spandrell. In desperate times like these, the Blinovitch Limitation Effect cannot fully be at work to limit the amount of interference. Besides when time is like this, it hardly matters." "Why is it now easier to do that?" Jesse asked. "My dear Jesse, did you ever have a ball made of rubber bands?" "Yes, my mother's great aunt to use to make them in Brooklyn when I was a kid." Jesse said and then realized. "Brooklyn. I said a normal word from a normal place. I do so miss normal." "Time is like that." Jeremy cut in, "Timey whim-mey?" "If you'd like. I think that undercuts what it really is like but yes, if you will. But time, at the moment, is, well, picture that same rubber band ball left out in the sun, melted...or under the strong sun of Mercury...or some other farther out planet...the bands have melted into each other." "So you just went back in time yourself to warn yourself in the past?" Spandrell said, "That's very naughty." "My 11th self, the idiot that he was, always did stuff like that. Because he was so ineffective. Of course, it worked for my 7th self a lot better." "We know the 11th self was a bit...off but you've done it now," Jesse put forth. "Is it because of this black and white stuff?" He touched his own collar. "This color thing won't last long, if I know Drax." Spandrell drew back. "Oh that. That's nothing. This note names him as the perpetrator but there's something far worse in this note." "What is it?" Jeremy said, in almost a whisper. "The reason we cannot talk long.." "Well? Spill it?" "Gallifrey..." The Doctor looked forlorn. "Is under attack." "From who?" Engin asked, "Who would dare?" "Sontarans, Cybermen..." The Doctor searched for the last one that he had already forgotten about... Jesse leaned forward and down toward the little man, "Zygons?" "Zygons!" The Doctor ran to Spandrell and Engin and shook their hands, "Well, goodbye, my dear sirs. Hope you have those three races under control soon. Be good chaps and show me the way to my TARDIS." The Doctor whirled to the machines that housed the old scanners and began to fiddle with them to the bemusement of Engin and Spandrell. Jeremy moved to the Doctor's back, which was facing him as the Doctor hunched over the curved computer desk. "Doc---ctore," Jeremy warned. "Yes?" The Doctor looked at the lost faces of Spandrell and Engin. Then, he turned to Jesse and Jeremy's face, both boys having their eyebrows lifted in waiting. "Oh, well, I suppose we must, mustn't we? I do think I can try to stop them." He turned to Jesse and Jeremy, "I think I have some work for you both to do here..." "Oh no. Not this time. We are going with you!" Jeremy insisted. Jesse shook his head in agreement. "Very well. I see I cannot stop you this time. You'll come in very useful, I'm sure. These things...I didn't give the impression that I wanted to run away, did I? Oh no, no, no. These things, especially these three races...most of their number believe in everything that we do not. They oppose all that is good in our way of life...lives. They must be fought!" He stuck one hand in the air and a finger pointed upward. The note was in that hand and almost flew out of his hand from some draft. Jesse took the upward hand pulled it back down. The Doctor shoved the note into his jacket pocket. "I'll have to remember to go and do this to myself, to give me me note, otherwise..." "But who wrote the note then?" Jesse asked. "Yes, who indeed," the Doctor answered. "But that is a paradox and..." Spandrell started. The Doctor looked serious again. "Well, then the time for talk is over. We have to run and try to save Gallifrey..." The Doctor smiled and then let the smile drop. "If we can." He starts to walk out of the room, turns, wave to Engin and Spandrell and turns again. Jesse and Jeremy are following him and pass him up. He lingers behind to wave and then turns and runs between them, fast. "C'mon, J and J, don't dawdle. Don't dawdle! Time's not awasting!" Jesse gasped, "For a little hobo, he sure can run fast. Where'd he go?" In the black hallway outside, there was a glow in white light. Jeremy squinted, "Damned if I know." He put a hand to his brow to block some of the white light. "I think he's purposely trying to lose us." "Yeah, I had that impression, too. That he's using his silly clown act as a cover for what he's really planning," Jesse surmised. "Let's try that door." Jeremy pointed to a white door in a black wall. He pushed a button and door opened. A Cyberman raised its arms at him and stepped at him! There was another one behind him. "You shall be upgraded!" "Run, Jesse, the Cybermen, they're coming out of the closet!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0YLLkr7VfU "Well, it's about fucking time!" Jesse said as was grabbed by the arm. "First, it was the Daleks in the closet, now Cybermen. Glad they're coming out." "This way!" In return, Jesse grabbed Jeremy, who was behind him. The duo ran down a hallway and saw bulbous, sucker covered Zygons. A whispering voice said, "Halt. Do not offer resistance. And you will not be harmed." Behind the Zygon that spoke was another one and it raised its arms as it came toward them. "Those suckers! They can stop us!" "Don't call them names as old fashioned as that. Call em, what they are, fuckers!" "NO! I mean those suckers. Don't let them touch you!" "Well, I can!" "COME ON! RUN!" "Kill or capture them. I do not care which," the Lead Zygon whispered in the evocative raspy voice. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdIoDSVE-eA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWMyBaVsTdc http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=of6ThsLtHqs Jesse and Jeremy almost bumped into each other as they ran down another corridor and found Cybermen emerging from every door. In turn, other Cybermen were behind them. There were Cybermen of every type. The ones that sent shivers down Jesse's spine were the ones that seemed to be more human than machine, and some of them had cloth coverings over their faces. Holes at the eyes. Like Halloween Trick or Treaters wearing a sheet, pretending to be a ghost. Jeremy turned, pushed Jesse another way and they kept running into a new area of the Citadel. "Warning, warning! All residents move to shelters immediately!" Rodan's voice rang out on the loudspeakers. "Transduction barriers have been breached. We are being invaded! Gallifrey is being invaded!" "No shit, Sherlock!" Jesse yelled as he and Jeremy ran into a new contingency of Zygons marching with Cybermen as allies. Jeremy stopped short and nodded to Jesse. They jumped down a shaft that was nearby and slid into a new hallway. "Hurry up!" Jeremy said as Jesse recovered. More Cybermen marched at them from both sides. "This way now!" The two ran down a huge floor, a more spacious corridor that had slightly light green tint to it and was slightly slanted downward. At the end was a huge door that covered a spaceport. Jesse gasped, "It looks like we're heading for some kind of docking bay or something." "Why would Time Lords need a docking bay?" Jeremy asked. "Well, it looks unused for some time. Perhaps they didn't originate here but colonized this planet at one time and..." Jesse gasped as he ran toward the door, "I only hope it opens!" "It does. It is!" Jeremy put his arm out at Jesse. The door slid up and standing inside were approximately 50 Cybermen, again of all types. In front of the mass was an EARTHSHOCK type Cyberman, his human mouth visible behind the clear lower part of the face plate. "Cease your struggles, humans. You shall now be assimilated!" "We've been out of the closet for some time now and you've only just so, I don't think so!" Jesse and Jeremy looked at the mass of Cybermen. "You are in range of our guns." The black helmeted Cyberleader motioned by waving his arm to another. "If you refuse us, you shall be deleted!" A RISE OF THE CYBERMAN Cyberman raised a gun at them. "Deletion imminent." Jesse asked, "Wait? What? You just said..." "That's bad form," Jeremy pouted. "Jesse, turn and run. We just might make it!" Jeremy snapped. "We have to be careful though, the Zygons and those other Cybermen are around here somewhere!" Two REVENGE OF THE CYBERMEN Cybermen marched at them and were almost on them when. The rest of the Cybermen followed. Jesse frowned, "This is it, Jeremy. It's been nice being human with you." The mass of Cybermen was about ten feet away from them when a tremendous blast behind the Cybermen blasted the port behind them, pieces of the roof came down, crushing many of the Cybermen. A mass of metal and a wall of the side of some machine came down to fill the room behind them. Wires hung from above. Explosions began behind them and the flare up of fire came shooting at the Cybermen in front of Jesse and Jeremy. Jeremy's last thought before he was felled was that this was, indeed, "IT" as there was no escaping the inferno ball of death headed his and Jesse's way. Not immediately on his mind was the fact that this fireball had color, unlike the rest of the environment. He shut his eyes and felt the heat against his face. He and Jesse turned to run but the fireball was thirty feet across and already downed Cybermen, many of them turning to metallic scrap and some skeletal frames mixed with metallic body parts, ironic iron outlines of themselves around skeletal bodies. Some just fell from being near that much heat. And it was headed the way of Jesse and Jeremy! "Transduction barriers failed. Explosion containment activated. Decompressing and limiting blasts activated within. Only partial containment responding. Fire repellant releasing." The fireball hit an invisible wall and spread out and petered out. A large body of water and foam came all sides and extinguished the flame ball and all the other flames. Water shot at Jesse, Jeremy, and the standing Cybermen. The Cybermen were closer and had their backs on fire. Backs were melting and spinal cords were dropping out, some straight out of metallic body casings. Jeremy and Jesse, the blast and the water and foam hitting them but the blast force contained from burning them...the flames petered out just as it was on them but the air hit them...were thrown forward onto their fronts. They put their hands out to land. For a moment all was quiet. The sizzling of some of the hanging wires started up. Sparks flew from them and more wires and tubings fell from the roof and some swung there like pendulums trying to wave a huge axe in an Edgar Allan Poe story. Jesse raised his head. He spat out water. He and Jeremy, who was standing up and pulling Jesse by the back of his waist band on his pants, were completely soaked. Their clothes clung tightly to their tight, sculpted bodies. "Whaasss happened?" Jeremy put Jesse down. "Partial containment of the explosion. Saved our lives. And saved us from conversion into Cybermen or whatever they were going to do to us. Delete us, I guess." Jesse sloshed through the inch high water on the floor and rounded to the Cybermen. He looked down at three dead Cybermen and shook his head and tut tutted. "No personality, long work hours, no pay or individuality...and then this. I'd give it up if I were you." "C'mon on, let's get outta here!" Jeremy grabbed his arm. Having moved away, Jesse was looking at the port and at something else. "Jer, I think it was some kind of spaceship that crashed into the docking port." "Right through the roof?" "Uh huh." "Doesn't matter. Let's rock outta here." Jeremy moved to him and held his arm again. Water dripped from his blond hair. Down his cheeks. Their abs stood out on their wet shirts. Jesse started to wring the lower part of his shirt out. "Okay, lets..." He turned and saw something. Jeremy saw it, too. "Oh shit!" Jeremy grabbed Jesse's waist and lifted him sideways, "Over there!" Coming out of the port were thousands of Daleks. "Seek...locate...exterminate!" They chanted this over and over and over. One changed the ringing of that statement to, "We are the Masters of Gallifrey!" Soon, many Daleks were saying that but some continued with the Exterminate. Jeremy led Jesse into an alcove along the wall and it looked like some kind of passenger communications alcove. It was dark now and he guessed at some time when the dock area was used, it would light up whenever anyone stepped into it. If it went on now...it would mean the end of both them. He crouched down with Jesse in front of him, sitting on his lap, cross-legged. Jesse began to whisper, "Zygons. Cybermen. Now Daleks, too...the attack must..." Jeremy covered Jesse's mouth from behind. Jesse's eyes widened. Dalek bodies passed the alcove. Bobbles filled his eyesight. If he shut his eyes, he wondered if he would still see the round shapes in all different colors. Or black and white. For a long, long time, they kept moving passed the alcove. Jesse shut his eyes. Jeremy's eyes were widened, too. After a time, he shut them and put his nose into Jesse's hair. Daleks continued to glide past. Rows and rows of bubble sided Dalek bodies, all different colors, passed by. Continually followed by more and more. After what seemed like hours but was only two minutes, Jeremy picked his face up with eyes opened. He uncovered Jesse's mouth. Jesse asked, "How's my hair smell?" "Awesome. Your shampoo does its job...fantastic. How's my hand smell?" "Manly," Jesse said. "Thanks." "I'm not sure it was a compliment." "Thanks." "Well cum. No, I mean it, well, cum. Cum." "Stop goofing around. I think they're gone now. We can get up now..." "Not enjoying my ass on your dick?" "Naw, I am. It's just...survival cums first." "Cum causes survival." "Of the species." Jesse scooped up some foam from the wall and put it on his upper lip and lower chin. "Look, I'm Santa Claus." Jeremy lifted him off his lap and ignored his own raging hard on. "C'mon, quit clowning around. Let's try to get back to the Doctor." "We always seem to be doing that these days." Jesse noticed. "He's worth it." Jeremy reminded him. "I know." "All right, I guess we can try to go..." Jeremy pointed to the right but they heard something. They both turned. "They're coming back?" Jesse asked. "No." Jeremy listened and motioned for silence. "I don't think..." "Help me." "It sounds like a Dalek." Jesse whispered. He moved closer to the dock area where the damaged room was and the saucer shaped ship had its own ramp down. The ramp was a circular tube, all red lights and the lights were interchanging with green and yellow and complete darkness, all alternating. The ramp was also very low and Jesse started up it. "Help." The voice was weak and pathetic. Tired. "It does sound like a Dalek." Jeremy nodded. Jesse stepped down from the ramp but Jeremy started up it this time. Jesse bit his lip. "Some kind of trick?" "Could be." "Puh...puh...please help me. The things. The...ey...were trying to change me. Make me one of them." "There's a lot of that going around here, these days." Jesse quipped. "Shhh." Jeremy said. "Can't get out myself." The voice was more human than a Dalek but it had that same modulation as a Dalek. "Left me to die. A dying experiment. Humanoid. I'm human. Don't leave me like they did, please." The human was speaking deliberately and slowly. Jesse whispered, "I don't like this." "Neither do I. But he does sound like he's in pain." "Or he's faking it," Jesse guessed. "Alright, you wait out here. Hide in that alcove again. I just can't ..." Jesse smiled, "I know. You can't live with yourself if you abandoned someone to a fate only a Dalek would impose on them." "Yeah so..." He pointed to the alcove. "We're in this together." Jesse commanded. He stared the slightly younger boy down a bit. Jeremy shook his head in the positive. His frown changed to a smile and he put his hand out. "We have since the beginning." Jesse nodded his acknowledgement and put his hand in Jeremy's. They started up the ramp holding hands. (NOTE: same sounds/music as when Ian, Barbara, Susan, and the First Doctor were exploring the Dalek city in Episode One of The Daleks and when Barbara got lost—creepy pulsating sounds, heartbeat sounds, wind like sounds, low tones, intensity increases). They carefully moved through the Dalek tube and up the ramp. The lights kept changing the colors around them. As they made their way through the tube and into a smaller hallway, the only sounds they could hear was their own breathing, the occasional sizzle of damaged wiring from outside and inside, the falling of water and the less obtrusive sound of foam flowing, and the disturbing pained sounds made from the gurgling throat of the Dalek prisoner. Jesse saw the colors. "The Monk and Drax's experiment must be ending soon, I can see some of the colors around us." "Yeah," Jeremy added. They heard the voice again. "This...craft...may explode...soon. Please get ...me ...out." The Dalek ship sustained some damage, too and some of their wires were hanging and sparking, too. From the small hallway, there was another ramp. It was when the colors went totally dark that crept out the two boys. Jesse squinted in the darkness. "I don't think we outta be doing this." He swallowed. Ignoring the slowly drying water on his body and the growing sweat, Jeremy kept going. "I just hope they haven't left a guard on board." Jesse continued to follow him, his pupils shifting, darting around for signs of danger. They reached the top of the ramp and the lights went out completely. This caused a start in them. Then, the red lights came on. The area was a large spacious room with controls for flight. Jeremy nodded to the control consoles, "Those look familiar." "Are you still with us?" Jesse asked. Jeremy shot him a nasty look. Jesse shrugged and put his hands out. "I...am...alive. If...that is...what...you mean." "It is. Hang in there, old guy, we'll get you out soon enough..." Jesse tried to sound calm. "There is a great big red button..." "Unfortunately, not everything's back to normal color yet..." Jeremy squinted. The lights blinked again and came on. The white light came on and stayed on this time. This lit up the main part of the control room. Jesse smiled, "Hey, that's something... isn't it?" "Yeah." Jeremy moved to the big button on the side of the console. He moved to hit it. Jesse moved to the button and put hand over Jeremy's. "As you said, together." With a feeling of anxiety in their breasts, they hit the button together. From the far back of the control room, a transparent door slid upward. Inside the door was rectangular cell. The voice said, "I...am...free." "I don't like this." Jesse whispered. "Nor do I." Jeremy whispered. "Are you okay now?" "I can move. Feels good to move. I am okay as you asked, yes. And do not worry. My promise to both of your...I shall not exterminate...either of you. But everyone else..." A wheelchair like device came out of the cell and reeled down a small ramp from the cell into the control room. The boys turned to face this new menace. The shadow outline of the worst part of Dalek history was coming toward them. A flash of electricity from somewhere above it---from something like a third eye---left a trail from that eye to the ceiling. This hit the lights out. "Everyone else! I shall exterminate! Including my own Daleks who did this to me! Put me in my prison! Again!" "Run?" Jesse shrugged. "RUN!" Jeremy ordered. "What have we done?" "We had to be sure." Jesse was at his side as they ran down the first ramp, which threatened to close. "Thanks for that." Jeremy knew it was all his idea and that Jesse might not have released this new danger. "It wasn't just your idea." Jesse calmed Jeremy...as they ran. "Stay in here. It is the only safe place." Davros called to them. "Dive for it!" Jeremy yelled. The two dove under the door and their feet just made it. They could feel the door briefly nudge against their very heels. They jumped up and kept running. The other ramp door was closing, too. "Roll!" Jeremy threw himself down and rolled under the door. Jesse was behind him. The door snapped shut. The two stood up quickly, athletically, and ran. After the boys were out of the area, the two doors reopened, sliding upward, and on the other side of them was Davros, laughing. Moving down the tube. Emerging. The blinking lights behind him silhouetted him. Then he moved down the ramp and into the better lit halls of Gallifrey. His claws itched to do their work. It felt good to him to move. The Doctor found a room and clasped his hands together in delight. "This is it. Me old workroom!" He ran in and kicked his heels together in so doing. The Cybermen were behind him. There were about ten of them. He put his hands up high over his head. "You are the one called Doctor?" "You know I am. I imagine you have orders to destroy me?" "Conversion of a Time Lord is advised." "Ahhh, you want a Time Lord in your stead, do you?" The Doctor lowered his arms but kept his hands in a surrender position. "You might as well come in for the final talk as we Time Lords say." An Earthshock Cyberman came in. Then a Wheel In Space Cyberman, followed by an Invasion Cyberman and then a Moonbase one with its long pointed fingers. A Tenth Planet Cyberman followed. "Krang, is that you? My, my, it's been a long time! Not Krang? Jarl then? No matter, both of you, aye?" The Doctor smiled, clasped his hands together and then realized he had to keep them up in the air, so threw them up over his head again. "Oh, the gangs all here. Splendid." He looked about as all ten entered the room. "May I put my hands down now?" "Yes." "Thank you..." the Doctor slammed both hands against what seemed to be old fashioned throw switch lever... "...VERY MUCH!" "Kill him!" The Earthshock Cyberman pointed. Another Earthshock Cyberman raised a cannon gun at the Doctor and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Flatly, it said, "He has disabled it." A Revenge of the Cybermen soldier came forth and his head laser turret started to shine. He pointed it as the Doctor. "I shall eliminate this enemy of we." "Properly speaking, I think that should be "I shall eliminate this enemy of us." The Doctor bowed his head slightly and gave a thin smile. "Nothing is firing," the Revenge Cyberman said, flatly. "Without weapons, you're nobody but I suppose that's the point of being a Cyberman, isn't it? No body, get it? I made a little joke." The Doctor smiled a larger smile now. "Very little!" Jesse came through the door. Jeremy was behind him. "Jeremy! Jesse! What are you doing here!? Be careful! Watch it! Oh, oh, be careful! Oh my word!" The Doctor warned as the Cybermen made a grab for the two boys. They ducked and avoided reaching metal hands. The two joined the Doctor at either side of him. The Doctor whispered, "There's another door behind us...a secret one." Then louder, he yelled at them. "What are you doing here? I deliberately didn't want you to follow me here!" "You could have told us!" Jeremy shouted back. "It doesn't matter. They have no weapons now. And unless I'm mistaken, their ships were destroyed on landing." The Doctor shook his head. "Why not give this all up, aye? Eventually you will, you know. You're all one and all that, like the Beatles' song says. But being all for one, one for nothing, but changing other life forms...well, can't you see how pointless that is, hmmm." The lead Cyberman moved the door as another Cyberman joined them. "They have been made ready." The black helmeted leader shook a fist, "Excellent!" "Watch it, your emoting is showing!" The Doctor pointed. "Ha, got you there." "We got you here." The Cyber Leader turned to him. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dHaTjx62pA He made two taller nine foot Cybermen stride in. The Doctor, Jesse and Jeremy's eyes widened in horror. The chest plates were clear showing on each of the two new arrivals...two red beating hearts...indicating that these two Cybermen used to be... "Time Lords!" The Doctor gasped, "You've already converted two Time Lords!" "The color again!" Jesse gasped, "I can see the color in their hearts." Four red beating hearts. Two Time Lords slowly moving at the threesome. The thumping of the hearts could be heard on the speakers of the new metallic bodies. The Doctor ushered Jesse and Jeremy back, jutting his hands out protectively so they could not rush in the wrong direction. The Doctor looked at the two Time Lord Cybermen. "I can...can barely detect they are Time Lords." He moved away from Jesse and Jeremy, who both put their hands out to try to grab his jacket tails to prevent him from doing so. He strode up to the tall Cyber Time Lords. He sniffed with his nose. He brought in some good air. "Excuse me. Rude of me, I know, but I have to be sure." Jeremy saw the Doctor lose all manner of joy, of triumphant. "Doctor, what is it? What's wrong?" Jesse added, "Do you know them?" "Know them?" The Doctor stepped back and looked up into the eyes of first, one friend, then the other. Blue eyes. Familiar eyes. The Doctor felt a chill as his body responded and he instinctively knew which two Time Lords these were. "Why, they're the two Time Lords that just helped me get you both out of the Matrix...it's Spandrell and Engin!" Jesse was astonished. "Not those two nice old men we just left back there?" "We had to. They were to warn the rest..." The Doctor moved back. "And do what they could to prevent the spread of the invasion!" "Let's hope they see it that way!" Jeremy moved back and as the Doctor moved back toward him, he grabbed the Doctor and put a hand on both sides of his shoulders. Jesse was behind Jeremy, holding him, too. Jesse gasped, "Oh no! No! Poor Span and Eng! Oh no, no! No!" The Doctor put his arms out to his sides. "They have already been assimilated but you three..." the Cyber Leader pointed, "You shall be deleted. We may not have weapons fire ability but we can still crush you with our bare steel." With fists raised, the Time Lord Engin Cyberman and the Time Lord Spandrell Cyberman advanced at the Doctor, Jesse and Jeremy. Behind the Time Lord Cybermen, the other eleven Cybermen advanced with them, arms raised, hands claw like! The Doctor's eyes focused on the four red beating hearts, back grounded by the silver bodies and the rest of the room black and white! Jesse shut his eyes. Jeremy looked around. The Doctor opened his mouth... All thirteen Cybermen moved closer! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dHaTjx62pA Second Doctor theme ending (no sting) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwUgh073qqE Next Episode: THE NEAR WIPING OF THE TAPES The Doctor...Patrick Troughton Jesse...Jesse McCartney Jeremy...Jeremy Sumpter Cyber Leaders...David Banks Cybermen...Peter Green, Keith Goodman, Reg Whitehead, Sonne Willis, John Wills, Gordon Stothard, Jerry Holmes, Chris Robbie, Melville Jones, Mark Hardy Voices...Peter Hawkins, Roy Skelton, Nick Briggs Davros...Michael Wisher Spandrell...George Pravda Engin...Erik Chitty And special guest appearance by Jon Pertwee as the Third Doctor Be with us at 5 :15 pm when Patrick Troughton as Doctor Who takes on the Cybermen next week.