Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 18:48:25 -0500 (EST)
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jeremy, and Jesse 132

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A small light grows, throbs, and spreads out. It becomes a vortex on an
upper and lower level which gives rise to a feedback loop on two sides,
like two spinning wheels that are constantly changing and complete but
incomplete. This gives birth to what looks like DOCTOR OHO but eventually
fades into DOCTOR WHO...which then fades backward into...

Jeremy and Jesse's names...appear briefly and fade...into

Spools of tape, black and white, turned with old fashioned clicking sounds,
the entire tape device mounted on a wall in the Doctor's workshop.

The title of THE NEAR WIPING OF THE TAPES


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWMyBaVsTdc

The music fades out slowly...

Jesse: "Wait, hang on a mo. What's happened to your face?"

Doctor: "I've been wondering about that for years."

Jeremy: "Ahhh! There it is!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGGaRL8ZHHU

A kaleidoscope of lines feeds back on itself to becomes a river of flowing
stream like ribbons and when they part, a murky face appears as if
underwater (but not a menace) and forms into the Second Doctor's half
smiling face. Dark hair, friendly eyes, cheeky cheeks. That fades into the
background of clear cloud like forms that keep moving and coalescing. They
keep firing at the camera until they clear...

DOCTOR WHO (fades)

JEREMY (fades) AND

JESSE (fades)

Into THE NEAR WIPING OF THE TAPES

Jesse: "We're still black and white."

Doctor: "Yes, isn't it lovely."  It was more a statement than a question.

Jeremy: "No, not really."

Doctor: "It is easier on the eyes.  A lot like you two."

Jesse: "Yeah well, I'd like to see you two, and myself for that matter, in
flesh tones."

Jeremy: "You know there are a lot of people from the 1970s onwards who
won't watch anything in black and white."

Doctor: "Yes, well, (coughs), Jeremy, don't hold that against them. You
see, it's not their fault that they have a lack of intelligence."  (Clears
throat)


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"Stop, stop stop!"  The Doctor puts his hands out toward the Cybermen.

"You want Time Lord Cybermen for the knowledge they possess yes?"

"Doctor, what are you doing?"  Jeremy was close to his back, touching it
with his body actually. "The door?"

"We'd never make it out before they..."  He whispered but then raised his
voice to the Leader, "Well? Is that a correct assumption?"

"That is a correct statement."  The Cyber Leader waves a hand at the
Doctor.

"If you let Jesse and Jeremy here, go, I'll give you knowledge."

"NO!"  Jesse yelled.

"Now, now, don't argue."  The Doctor turned to Jeremy and to Jesse, smiled
and as Jesse comes closer, shakes his arm and that of Jeremy together as
one. "We should say our goodbyes now. I imagine the next time you see me,
I'll...I'll be like those two. Poor Spandrell and Engin. They were good
Time Lords..."  The Doctor looked at the two giant Time Lord Cybermen and
then gazed at his feet, sad he could not save them.

"What need we of you?"  The Leader came up to the trio, almost putting
himself between the Doctor and his two lovers.

The Doctor backed up a bit, cleared his throat and stepped closer to the
Leader, "What did you say? I have Time Lord Knowledge..."

"We have their Time Lord knowledge."

"What?"  The Doctor whirled. He pointed at Spandrell. "A first year baby
Time Lord and as for Engin, he may be older than I but he's never come
close to the experience I had---had ---why even as a freshmen!"

Jesse frowned and put his head so that it touched Jeremy's.  "What happened
to them being good Time Lords?"

The Doctor whirled angrily at Jesse, "I heard that. I meant they were good
men, good people but their knowledge...I have more. I'm a genius...I'm more
than a genius, you know."

"Yes."  The Leader stated.

"We know... of you."  The second Cyberman said.

"Of course, better than these two. Cut rate Time Lords."  The Doctor
continued.

"So much for them being better Time Lords."  Jeremy echoed Jesse's earlier
comment.

The Doctor ignored him.  "They have no off-of Gallifrey know how.  Off of?"
The Doctor looked at his palms and then turned them to check the back of
his hands.  "I know this universe and several others like the back of me
hand."

"As Keeper of the Matrix," The Engin Cyberman started to talk and it was
odd, Jeremy thought. It sounded like Engin's tones but the sound was more
mechanical.  "...I have all the knowledge of the Matrix. Of all past Time
Lords."

"Ahh ha but only those that have died. And some that lived here. And stayed
here their whole lives. Merely to observe.  And even though I've been in
there, I've kept my knowledge from it."  The Doctor touched his own head,
the front and the side. He smiled and then caught himself being
conceited. Jesse rolled his eyes. Jeremy shook his head.  "It's all in
here. They do not have is the experience I have...of all your past
defeats. I've defeated you on Planet Four, Two, Three, Earth, the Moonbase,
huh? The Wheel In Space. Voga. Antarctica? Telos? Your own dear sweet
Mondas, hmm? Don't you want to know about all of those defeats?"

Jeremy and Jesse both gasped at the same time. And said, "Doctor! What are
you doing?"

"Shhh, shhh, my two pals..."

Jeremy gaped. "Pals?"

"The time has come for me to admit defeat to a superior entity. One entity,
the Cyber entity. The Cyber race."

Spandrell and Engin, the real ones, came running into the room.

"Blimey, what is going on?"  Jesse turned to look at the Cyberman versions
of Spandrell and Engin, then at the Time Lord versions.

Spandrell puffed, "Doctor, the Cybermen. They've missed the civilians. And
most Time Lords. Many of the guards are dead and...oh no."

"More of them!"

"This is my secret workshop. How did you...?"

"We have more knowledge than you think, Doctor."  Engin managed to croak
out. "These, I take it, are the Cybermen."

"What trick are you Cybermen trying to pull on me this time, aye?"  The
Doctor smiled, "It almost worked."

"We have no knowledge of this either. We had these two converted."

Jeremy put forth a theory. "Doctor, maybe they're from different time
periods? You know, maybe this Spandrell and Engin are from the past and
these two..."  he moved in front of the tall Cyber Time Lords, "...are from
the future?"

"You mean...they're us?"  Spandrell took it all in.

Jesse moved to the two old men. "I...I'm...I'm sorry. They are."

Four Dalek bodies rolled in. "Although extensive damage done to our
detection units on crash down..."

The Cyber Leader turned. "Crash down is an inaccurate term. It was more
what the Earth people used to call a Kamikaze attack."

Jeremy pointed, "Oi, Doctor, look at the size of that thing!"

The Doctor put his hands on Jeremy's arms, "Yes, Jeremy, it is a big one,
innit?"

Jesse put his hands out, "And the sucker on that thang. It must be about
this long..."

The Lead Dalek was black and gold and it was the largest Dalek any of them
had ever seen. It had to be nine feet tall.  Jeremy whispered, putting his
head closer to the Doctor's and having to lean down to do that. "Doctor,
there are a few big ones but the rest of them look a bit rinky dink for
Daleks..."

"They do look a bit worse for wear...perhaps..."  he smiled at Jeremy,
looking at him sideways, "...the weathered look is in season..."

"I think I saw one of their tops not match their girdle."  Jesse came over
to them and whispered as well.

The red Dalek turned its top at the Cyber Leader. "You have converted these
two?"

The Cyberleader answered in the usual monotone. "We have found a way to
convert formerly incompatible Time Lords."

The red Dalek shrieked, "It is about time."

The Doctor looked at the Daleks and put his chin to upper chest and sounded
like he was scolding a child.  "Yes. Are they your doing?"

The red Dalek came forward. "I am the chief scientist. Yes. We made clones
of these two some time ago when the Doctor first entered the Matrix."

"What? How?"  The Doctor sounded impressed.  "Everyone's doing things that
they formerly couldn't. It's quite exciting isn't it?"

"While the Matrix looked at us, we looked back at it."

The Doctor made a face, angry, then pouty, then scolding.  He wagged his
index finger at the Daleks.  "That's not fair play."

"What are you Peter Pan?"

"Quite, Jeremy. I mean quiet, Jeremy."

Jeremy frowned.  "I'm not quiet."

"No. Be it, now!"

To the Daleks, the Doctor said, "Excuse me."  He coughs and moved toward
the Cyber Spandrell and Cyber Engin. A Cyberman stood in his way. "Oh, you
too, excuse me, sir."  He moved around it, "Yes, well."  At the Cyber
Spandrell, he sniffed. He repeated the intake of air at the Cyber Engin.
He smiled and winked at them but then his face dropped serious and sad. He
ran to the real Spandrell and Engin. He repeated the sniffing.  "No,
no. Definitely, those two are not from the future or the past. Definitely
different beings."  He then talked to himself in hushed tones, "I should
have known."

"Doctor." Spandrell grabbed his arm. "I don't know what you're playing at
in here but the Daleks...they...they're killing everyone."

An old man was in a school room. Many children were there. On a screen at
the front of the classroom were words in big projected letters, "TEACH IN."
The old man returned some I Pad scanners to some of the children. They had
the seal of Rassilon on them.  "Quite good, but not enough to start a
mission. Perhaps some day, Thet...oh and you..."  he turned to another boy.
"Your paper on living among savages is one of the ...is the best I've ever
read. Enough to move to graduate."  The boy smiled. "Your first mission is
to go and live in Manchester."

"Manchester?"  The boy asked, a very British accent.

Daleks rolled in through the large doors. "Exterminate!"  A blast hits the
boy and his body illuminates into a skeletal and he falls backward.

"He was just 7! 7 years old!"

The one called The something or other yelled, "RUN!"  He led the other
children and they started running for the back doors. Many made it. Some
did not. Some were shot in the back. Bodies piled up.

The old man turned. "Hold on," he said as he bent to hold the boy's body.

The boy smiled. "It was my pleasure to be killed by...by a Dalek."  He went
limp in the man's arms and the old man shut the boy's eyes with his
fingers.

"He was only seven."

A Dalek towered over him. "How old are you?"

"750."

"Seven or seven hundred and fifty. It makes no difference to
Dal...eks... Exterminate!"

The Dalek gun went off and the old man screamed as he was blasted by the
heat ray. His body lit up as a skeleton form and back again. It fell over
the boy's body.

"EXTERMINATE!"

The Doctor nodded to Spandrell and Engin as the Lead Dalek confronted the
Cyber Leader and the troops of each moved closer to their respective
leaders. He kept nodding. "I have a crink in my neck."

Spandrell nodded and mouthed, "Oh."  He took Engin by the collar and led
him out the door.

The Dalek's tone was tempered, which made the Doctor more worried.  When a
Dalek starts tempering what it says, you know something bad is about to
follow.  "You... Have...ruined...some of our plans. It is...deemed... by
our ...Emperor...you are... inefficient. The alliance is
therefore...exterminated!!!"  The Black Dalek fired two guns that it had on
its body and blasted the Cyberleader.

Rounds of "Delete, delete," and "Exterminate!"  began.

"Over here!"  The Second Doctor body rushed Jeremy to one side and pulled
Jesse, grabbing his hand from the other side and dragged him with
them. "Behind this!"  A rectangular metallic storage box was between the
battle and the far wall. "It's made of polycarbonate material!"  When the
two boys looked at him, incredulous, he added, "Dalekanium! The skin of a
Dalek!"

"You made this out of what Daleks are made out of?"  Jesse crouched low
next to him.

"Double bonded. I like it. It's strong. And protective!"  The Doctor looked
up and a blast hit the far side of the storage box bursting up some
light. Jeremy pulled the Doctor's head back down by grabbing the back of
his collar. "See what I mean!?"

Stray blasts hit the storage unit but the main targets were the Cybermen
and Daleks themselves. The two seemed to forget about the Doctor and his
two companions.

"EXTERMINATE!!!"

"Don't they ever say anything useful?"  Jesse asked, ducking as stray laser
blasts flew overhead.

"To them---- that is!"  The Doctor snapped.

A Cyberman's chest was burst by Dalek fire. It gasped and clawed at its own
chest unit and tore it somewhat. It spiraled out of the way and fell. Jesse
looked at it as the way it fell, its body was near the storage unit, almost
past it. Two more Cybermen went down under Dalek fire, legs burst from
under them, a leg shot off and slid across the room to the side of the
storage unit Jeremy was near. He watched as a Cyber foot stopped short of
hitting the wall behind them. Green gore and metallic blood soaked bits of
both races flew in the air.

"This is horrible!"  Jeremy gasped.

"I know, Jeremy, war usually is, you know," the Doctor put forth.

One of the cloth faced Cybermen had backed up and was now on the side of
the boys and the Doctor. It intoned in his sing song voice. "Aim ...for
the...eyepiece..."

The Second Doctor body stood up. "Who taught you that?"

The cloth face turned, quickly, and looked right at him, lowering its head
to do so.

"Oh, quite the talker, aren't you, Jarl?!"  The Doctor frowned. "Yes, I
know your name!"

Jeremy reached a hand up, stretching his arm and put the hand on the
Doctor's left shoulder.  "Doctor, get back down here!"

Before Jeremy could get him back down a ray singed his hair.  "Oh my!"  The
Doctor gasped as a Dalek ray had whizzed by his head, singeing his hair.

Jesse turned and put it out with his hands, smacking the top of the
Doctor's mop hairdo. The Doctor gasped, "Help put it out, Jesse!"

Jesse smacked harder until the smoke cleared from the Doctor's hair. He
kept smacking. The Doctor grabbed Jesse's forearms and wrists and tried to
stop him, "Thank you, Jesse, it's out! It's out! You can stop now! Yes,
it's out!"  Finally, he stopped Jesse by grabbing Jesse's wrists and
throwing them back to him.

Jesse looked at his hands, "Hope you washed that mop top some time this
century."

The Doctor shot him a nasty look. "You did that longer than you had to,
didn't you?"

"Well, you brought us here!"

"Stop arguing!"  Jeremy ordered, "I think we can get outta here."

"You're always thinking that these days."  Jesse noticed.

"How do I look?"  The Doctor made an attempt, a futile one, to straighten
out his hair.

"Like an ass," Jesse commented. The Doctor dropped his near smile into a
frown.

A red Dalek was blasted. The side of its shell was opened and revealed a
writhing series of green tentacles inside, oozing green liquids and yellow
bile. The tentacles struggled in the air and then dropped as the thing
died. Other Daleks were blown apart.

Jarl's head exploded and a mass of blood, metal, cloth, and brain went
across the room and hit the back wall. Jeremy and Jesse shut their eyes and
turned away from it. Soon, all the Cybermen were on the floor, dead,
writhing, and soon silent. "Come...out...Doc...Tore!"

The Doctor shot his arms straight up and stood. "I ask that you allow us to
live."

"Live?"  The Dalek came forward. It was very tall.

"Yes!"  The Doctor snarled. "That's the least you can do!!!"

As the 9 foot tall Dalek came forward, the Doctor stepped back and dropped
his angry face. "I mean if you can, that is. At least let my two companions
live. They do know a great deal about me, you know. About where my time
ship is."

The Black Dalek moved at him again. "We have no further need for any of
you. We know where your TARDIS is..."

The Doctor moved closer to it and clasped his hands together. "My
goodness. You've found him? My TARDIS? Is he all right? I wonder, can we
pay a TARDIS call?"

"SILENCE!"

"Yes."

"You spoke."

"Sorry."

"You spoke again!"

"Doctor, be quiet!"  Jeremy warned.

The Doctor smiled and looked down. He moved to Jesse and Jeremy. "I'm
sorry. It looks like the Daleks have won."

"They have?"  The boys both said.

"We have?" The Gold-Black Dalek asked.

"Yes, why...of course you haven't!"  The Doctor yelled. He then calmed
himself and moved to the Dalek, who rolled back, almost afraid. "Listen to
me. Please."  He did his best to temper his anger and be calm. He lowered
his voice, "Try to listen. Your race is not without intelligence. In fact
one of your kind is almost as intelligent as I am. Try to understand
this...I know that peace wins out. There is really no use for any of this
take over, this killing."  He turned to Jeremy and Jesse, "They will be a
greater good eventually. My two friends here and I have seen it."

"This is a fallacy!"

"Doctor, what are you doing now?"  Jesse asked.

"Trying the truth."  The Second Doctor shrugged. He took out a polka dotted
blue handkerchief and wiped his brow. "It's quite a relief, I can tell you
that."


"You lie!"  The Dalek screamed.

The Doctor stuck a finger in each ear as if to clean them out. "No, I do
not."  He pointed to Jeremy, "You! Tell them."

"Doctor, if we tell them what we saw, then maybe it won't happen," Jeremy
pleaded.

"You're betraying the future," Jesse insisted.

The Doctor covered his mouth as if he just realized this for the first
time. "Explain! Explain!"  The Black Dalek yelled.

Jeremy opened his mouth. The Doctor came over to him and covered it with a
hand from behind and of course, Jeremy being much taller, reaching
upward. The Doctor stepped in front of him and uncovered the mouth. "Such
lips. It's all right, my boy, I'll explain it to it."  The Doctor realized
how silly that sounded and cleared his throat again. He coughed. "You see,
such as it was the Dalek defeat of..."

The red Dalek exploded. The Black Dalek turned, "Under attack! Under
attack! Defend! Defend! Destrroy!"  It was too late. The Black Dalek's top
half was shorn through and the thing inside was cut badly. Blue and green
and yellow fluids flew all over. Some hit the Doctor, who ducked for
cover. He rushed to the boys and quickly ushered them back behind the
storage unit.

"GET DOWN!"

Jesse asked, "What again?'

Soon, the Daleks were all dead, pieces of their bodies littered among the
Cyber Men bodies.

A figure from the dark hallway entered. It was Davros. Lightning from his
third eye and from his fingertips of his one good hand had blasted the
Daleks before they could fire a shot. The half Dalek voice laughed. The
Doctor stood up and then shot back down. This time, he and the boys had
their backs to the storage unit. The Doctor put a finger to his mouth to
issue silence. "Silence must fall."

The dark figure was back lit by the hallway light. The lights in the room
flickered and the shadowy glide chair slowly came into the room, the
shadows vanishing as the lights righted themselves. The right functioning
hand moved and the one cybernetic eye mounted on his forehead scanned the
storage box and was found to X Ray it. Three figures were seen behind it,
in skeletal form but Davros could also see the insides of the figures. The
small man in the middle had two hearts. Davros's real eyes, appeared to
have been welded shut.

"Who is it?"

"Shhh."  The Doctor started to shush them but it was clear Davros's chair
was now in front of him. Jesse and Jeremy already looked at it.

"Stand up," Davros commanded quietly as he saw the Doctor start to rise
quickly. The Doctor obeyed.

Jesse and Jeremy didn't get up immediately. "It's all right," the Doctor
commanded to the two of them. They stood up.

"In what way is this all right?"  Jesse motioned to Davros.

"I would watch myself and what I say around him," The Doctor warned.

"Doctor, who is this?"  Jeremy asked.

"Surely, you know. You've both been through the records in the TARDIS
files. This is my second best enemy, isn't it? Boys meet Davros. The
sometime emperor of the Daleks."  The Doctor put his hands out to shake
Davros's hands but then thought better of it, moved forward, took one hand
but Davros pulled it away.

"Creator!"  Davros yelled out loud but then lowered his electronically
distorted Dalek voice, "...of the Daleks."

"You made them?"  Jesse asked, his tone implying that he was disgusted more
than impressed.

"Correct."

The Doctor shook his head and tut tutted. "And sometime emperor of the
Mechanoids, too, aren't you?"

Davros chuckled and put up a point finger on is good hand. "I prefer the
term Juggernauts."

The Doctor clasped his own hands together.  "My, my, but you've changed
slightly. For much of his existence Davros here, well, he depended
completely upon a self-designed mobile life-support chair which encloses
the lower half of his body."

"I can see that. He looks like half a Dalek," Jesse noted.

"As you can see, much more than a Dalek. Much more fire power."  Davros
almost seemed to smile.

Jesse winked at him and turned his head to the Doctor and Jeremy. "We have
to get out of here."

The Doctor nodded but knelt down slightly to talk to Davros.  "I know what
you plan for me but my old friend, what do you plan to do to my two
...companions this time?"

"I will spare them!"  Davros pointed to Jesse and Jeremy, raising his
shaking hand with large fingernails. "My freers!"

"Freers?"  The Doctor turns around quickly, quicker than any human can, and
stares accusingly at Jesse and Jeremy, "What did you do?"

Eyebrows raised in apology, Jeremy put a hand on Jesse's arm and slowly
said, "We let him out."

"Jeremy and Jesse are imbeciles!"

"But you..."  Davros held out his shaking arm and trembling hand, claws at
the Doctor, forefinger pointed ahead of the others, "YOU! I shall wipe from
the existence of time. It will be as if the tapes of your life have been
erased to make room for others..."

"OH NO! NOT AGAIN!?"  The Doctor gasped, "Shan't!"

"Shall, too!"  Davros yelled and laughed a cackling laugh.

"Shan't!"

"Shall!"

"Boys, boys, can we settle this like middle schoolers instead of
kindergarteners?"  Jesse asked.

The Doctor took Davros's arm and looked at his nails. "My, my, you need a
manicure..."  He let go of the arm and Davros pulled it back, angry. The
Doctor began to pat down his jacket pockets to look for something. "My
sonic screwdriver does a great...oh my...Jeremy, do you have it?"

Jeremy checked his pockets. "No, Doctor, I'm sure you had it!"

"NO, I distinctly remember giving it to you!"

"Didn't!"

"Did!"

Jesse ran over to the Doctor as the Doctor sighed in relief and took the
screwdriver out of his pocket.  "Now, as to your manicure...Dav..."

Jesse smacked the Doctor's upper arms away from Davros. Davros pointed,
"The tapes will now be fried...by me...my electric eye..."

"Oh dear!"  The Doctor said and frowned a greater frown than before. He
shut his eyes.

Jesse stood in front of Davros, "Dav, Dav—E, ole boy, can we just have a
sec?"

"Move aside," Davros warned, "I have no desire to harm the one who freed me
from my own creations' imprisonment."


"And I thank you for that. Jeremy..."  Jesse turned sideways slightly and
back, "...and I both thank you for that. But can you give us a mo just to
say goodbye?"

Jeremy put an arm around the Doctor and a hand on his shoulder, "What will
happen if that happens?"

Davros chuckled lowly, the evil sound of a Dalek tone in a human voice
filled with hatred. It gave Jesse chills. "I will give you time to say good
bye to your companions, Doctor."

"Thank you," the Doctor bowed. "You're a kind winner, Davros."

Davros's chair wheeled toward the Cybermen that were still smoking. His eye
scanned their bodies. Jesse winked at Davros and moved back, feigning a
good natured attitude.

Jeremy asked again, "Doctor, if the time tapes of your lives are erased,
what will happen?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure, Jeremy, but I believe I might become an empty
shell, my mind will be gone. It will your job to look after Jesse, Jeremy."

"Aye."

"And both of you will have to look after me. I'll have to grow up all over
again. I'll be like a new born baby."  The Doctor frowned.  "I'll need
someone to take care me, feed me, change me...diaper me..."

Less reassuringly, Jeremy added, "Aye."

The Doctor frowned some more and then smiled, making his voice more stern.
"Well, I'm going to try not to let that happen."

"Aye," Jeremy stated without any confidence.

"Doctor, how did you stop the Cyberman's weapons?"  Davros moved his chair
over to the melted Cybermen and began to examine the horrid carcasses.

"Oh, I had their number."  The Doctor turned from Jeremy, raised his sonic
screwdriver to Davros and then threw it back to Jeremy but then turned back
and raised his eyebrows and nodded, signaling the boy to move backward
toward Jesse, who was examining Cybermen in the other part of the room.

The Doctor knelt down by Davros's chair, on his knees and clasping his
hands in begging.

"You've had the tapes of your life erased before?"  Jesse asked, leaning
down.

"Yes, I once had an organizational adversary that did it. Now, what were
they called? The Bee...B...something or other. BB..."

"If I may interrupt!"  Davros yelled, "What is the Doctor to you two?"

"He...uhm, it's hard to explain."  Jeremy stepped forth.

"Very hard," Jesse quipped.

"And you mean who is the Doctor to us. You still think of him as a thing
for your playtime, your use. He's a person..."  Jeremy started.

Davros's brow furrowed. "Is he?"

This chilled both Jesse and Jeremy.

Bumbling upward, the Doctor scrambled from his knees to reach out with both
hands. His right hand held onto the left side of Davros's Dalek transport
device. Simultaneously, his left hand hit one of the Dalek bumps on the
lower part of the right side on Davros's "chair".  A clear oblong dome
encased Davros from the part of his chair that contained his lower
half. Effectively and quickly, Davros's upper body was encased in a
chamber. He looked around it, eyes blinking.  Before he could say anything,
the chamber flooded with gas.

"I had your number, too, Davros. Your electrical weapons capacity won't
work now."

"He did promise to let us alone," Jeremy said. Jesse nodded in agreement.

"Jeremy," The Doctor started, "Jesse. Davros is mad. Mad as a hatter."  He
took one hand and it to the side of his head and knocked, "Knock
Knock. Anyone home? You see, there's someone at the door but no body's
home."

"For that and other indignities, you will suffer unless you let me out,
Doctor!"

"Davros. I'm sorry. I truly am. You won't be killed. The Time Lords will
find you in this room, which I shall now seal until I've sorted this mess
out."

Davros pleaded and asked for an alliance with the Doctor. One based on
order. "Don't you want your order?"

"Ham on rye, I should think."  The Doctor licked his lips. "No, no. Wait. I
don't think I'd even trust you with that."

Davros's Dalek like voice yelled. "Mercy!"

"There is none."  The Doctor looked downward, chin to chest. "I'm so old
now. Shame really."

Jeremy examined the glass and how the gas filled it all up until Davros's
face could no longer be seen.  "Are you...are you sure you ...I mean did
you...did you kill him?"  Jeremy moved closer to the Doctor and helped him
up.

"Not that he didn't deserve it."  Jesse moved to the Doctor's other side
and held his arm to help him up, also.

"No, no. Of course not."  The Doctor said, "Not that he doesn't deserve
it. It's a kind of suspension gas."

"How on Earth did you do that?"  Jeremy stated, eyes wide, relieved but a
bit awed and scared as well. He put his face to the glass and a hand on the
Doctor's shoulder.

"Our last encounter, I should think. I installed it when he was...well, he
was dormant, wasn't he?"  The Doctor stated, "Nearly lost me life then,
too."

Jesse put a hand on the Doctor's other shoulder.  "I see a habit pattern of
a life time...no, many, many life times had formed."  Jesse frowned.

Scrunching up his eyebrows in anger, the Doctor took Jesse's hand off his
shoulder.  "It'll hold him until I've had a chance to sort this time mess
out."

"You've had plenty of chances and nothing you've done has worked!"  Jesse
stamped his foot.

"Jesse!"

"No, Jeremy. I want to speak my piece. Maybe Roman has found a way."

"Roman?"  The Doctor snarled. "Of course, she..."  he blinked and shook his
head and corrected himself with, "...he has the technical know-how."

"That you don't?"  Jesse asked.

"No, no, nothing like that."  The Doctor said, "I taught her almost
everything she knows."

"Ahh, then we are in trouble," Jesse added. "Listen, I have an idea..."

"Jeremy, Jeremy, come along, I think discretion is the better part of
valor. Jesse has an idea, now come along!"

As Jeremy was being pulled, he pulled back and stopped, his stronger body
making the Doctor, who was ahead, get pulled back to him and collide with
his tighter, unmovable body.  "What is it now?"  The Doctor surmised Jeremy
wanted to ask a question.

Jeremy screwed up his forehead and eyes. "Why did you have the tapes of
your life in your workshop?"

"To protect them, why else?"

"That makes sense. I think."  Jeremy thought and for a moment turned inward
to check. For that moment, he seemed not to be staring at anything. Then,
he focused on the Doctor, "Where did they come from in the first place? Why
invent them? Why have them?"

"I told you. To protect them. There was this ---well, a kind of Time
Merchant. One of my own people..."

Jesse rolled his eyes. "Uh oh. A story that starts out like that never ends
well."

Jeremy shook his head to one side. "Yeah, Doctor, you're people are all
---kinda nuts."

"Yes, well, he was mad at me so he made these tapes of my life to threaten
me whenever he wanted to or if I ever did anything against him."

Jeremy pointed to the tapes. "Sooo, you stole them so he couldn't use them
against you."

"Almost immediately after he created them and held them over me head."  The
Doctor looked up over his head, cleared his throat, knowing how silly that
look was, and frowned. He became serious again. "C'mon!"  The Doctor pulled
him. Jeremy gave him his hand and followed, holding the Doctor's hand.

Jesse caught up with them. "Davros. We...we're sorry."

"Really sorry. He did promise to not harm us."

The Doctor stopped and let go of Jeremy's hand. "Jeremy. Jesse. Davros
is...well, he's quite mad. Mad as a hatter."

"Most people you know are."  Jesse frowned.

"There's Romano."  The Doctor smiled.

"Yes, I hope he's safe..."  The Doctor ran to the storage unit's side and
fiddled with something invisible. Suddenly, the unit opened up.  The Doctor
exclaimed as if he were a child on Christmas morning. He clasped his hands
together.  As Jeremy looked questioningly at Jesse behind the Doctor's
back, the Doctor dove into the storage unit with his upper body. The two of
them had to hold his waist to prevent him from tipping over. He started to
throw things out of the box, things which almost hit Jeremy and Jesse on
either side.  "I didn't know I had one of those!"

"Elton John poster?"  Jesse asked. "They should have known in the 70s!"

Jeremy ducked from a toy train. "Doctor, what ARE you doing now?"

"I have to find something from my childhood."

"Doctor, this is no time..."  Jesse held the Doctor's pants. "...to take a
time trip down memory lane..."

"Well, I imagine..."  he tossed out a bust of Pan. It almost hit
Jeremy. "Hey, Peter Pan, watch out for Pan!"

"That's not funny!"  Jeremy ducked from a model cannon. "Hey, these things
can hurt if they connect."

"That's nothing if I find what I'm looking for...it'll hurt without
connecting."  He threw a 1906 music hall poster over his shoulder and it
swung over Jeremy's shoulder at the same time that the Doctor also threw a
poster advertising Li H'sen Chang in Gordon Jago's Theatre. It hit Jesse in
the face.

Jesse gasped. "That smelled like rat!"

"Oh, so, sorry!"  The Doctor snapped quickly and meant it but didn't take
his head out of the box.

Jesse ducked as an Alan Dale book (Introduction to Social Biology) flew
past his head. He looked down at the title. "You need social cues."

A cue stick almost hit him in the eye. He turned his head. "Doctor, I'm
gonna let go if you don't stop this!"

"I'm almost finished."

"What are you looking for?"  Jeremy asked.

"I don't know but if you don't stop almost hitting me with things, I'm
gonna give you a punt up the posterior!"

"Me, too!"  Jeremy echoed. "And not the kind you're gonna want."

"I'm almost...it WOULD be on the bottom."

"So would you!"  Jesse joked. He winked across at Jeremy and then ducked as
a map of air routes dated 1973 rolled past his head. "Doctor, what about
the Daleks..."

"There's more of them, I know..."

"And the Cybermen?"

"They're probably all gone by now, the Cybermen. The Daleks are a match for
them, I'm afraid. I imagine they're mopping..."  He shrieked and it almost
made the two boys drop him.

"What's wrong?"  Jeremy asked.

"Eureka!"  The Doctor came down, his pants rising up as the two boys let go
a few seconds late. His feet touched ground again. He held a sort of old
fashioned magnet.

"That thing's gonna help us defeat the Daleks?"  Jesse was furious.

"Maybe not. But it will draw their fire."

Jeremy was intrigued by the red tipped U shaped magnet.  "How?"

"It works on a highly scientific principle called, tough luck."

"What?"  Jesse was skeptical.

"You see once I atone it to the proper level of Dalek firepower and
heat...it will draw all their fire to one spot...the magnet!"  He laughed
as he talked and his laugh-itude grew as he went on talking. "Now, I just
have to place it here..."

"That's dangerous to you, isn't it?"  Jesse asked as the Doctor put the
magnet in the back pocket of his trousers.

"Yes, quite so but the thing is the fire power will be absorbed into the
magnet and not hurt me at all. Much."

As they reacted to the first part with smiles, the two boys dropped them at
once. "Much?"  Jeremy asked.

"Yes, well, that's the idea. As children, the Master and I used to shoot at
each other and see if we could last longer than the other."  He laughed.
He stopped laughing as he saw the serious looks the boys gave him.

Jeremy sighed. "You were a strange little boy, weren't you?"

"Many times over," the Doctor acknowledged.

"I don't want to know what else you've got up to," Jesse exclaimed.

"Listen, we want the Daleks out of the citadel and the school? Right?"

"Right."

"This will do that." With that, he ran out of the room.

"The bugger!"  Jesse gasped.

"He did it to us again!"  Jeremy tore out after the Doctor.

Jesse shrugged and followed. He caught up to Jeremy. They saw the Doctor
far ahead, running. "The bugger sure can run, can't he?"

"Yeah but they can move just as fast!"  Jeremy pointed.  Seven Daleks
turned a corner from an adjoining hallway. Four faced the hallway that the
Doctor was running down.

"It is the Doctor!"

"Exterminate him!"

The other three Daleks turned at them.  Jesse put his hands up!  "There's
nowhere to run!"

"EXTERMINATE!"

Jesse and Jeremy stared at the Dalek gun which fired!


NO STING---just move right into the credits...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqrPlAWBkt8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WPWaLsp2bY

(a lot of swooshes, wooshes, snow wind effects and rocket sounds rising to
crescendo in the theme)

NEXT EPISODE...

BETRAYAL OF THE COMPANION

Dr. Who...Patrick Troughton
Jeremy...Jeremy
Jesse...Jesse
Daleks...same as ever
Cybermen...same as ever
Davros...Michael Wisher
Cyber Spandrell/Spandrell...George Pravada
Cyber Engin/Engin...Erik Chitty
Other guys...


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