Date: Thu, 12 Dec 2013 22:23:04 -0500 (EST)
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse, and Jeremy 133

Early Troughton Opening Credits (no face):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3Y7JIZEIIo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMbHvQ3nrmI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZ5obbYzdrs

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

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3d0wQIQWLU

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

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gixjJJpMRF8


THE NIGHTMARE OF TIME


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 which one of us 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! But the fire flew off
in the opposite direction from the Dalek gun. The Daleks turned and
followed the Doctor. "What the fuck?"  Jesse asked. "Seems you can't even
count on a Dalek to kill you these days!"

"Don't knock it! Come on!"  Jeremy began to run after the Daleks.

Jesse pulled his arm. "Jeremy! Jeremy, this way. This way----trust me, I've
been down it before. It adjoins the one the Doc's running down. If we use
it, we can cut ahead of the Doctor and reach there before he does."

"How do we know it won't alter from the time changes?"

Jesse shrugged. "We don't. We just have to hope."

"Hope? From you?"  Jeremy smiled and kissed Jesse's cheek.

Jesse blushed. "I have hope."

"Yeah? Where'd you get it?"

"The Doctor. And you."

Jeremy smiled and patted Jesse's shoulder. "Come on!"  They ran down the
hallway that curved around, lights flickering above them. "Oh my God..."
Jeremy slowly uttered.  "The Daleks did this. It looks like their kind of
blast wounds."

"These are Time Lords?"  Jesse asked. He took the hand of a small girl.

"Yeah. Men, women. Children. Everything in between."  Jeremy checked for
pulses.

Letting go of the lifeless hand, Jesse stepped over more bodies. "And
they're all dead."

"If only..."

"Yeah," Jesse interjected. "If only the Doctor...if we...had been just a
bit quicker..."

Jeremy knelt over an old woman who was dead.  He swallowed and steeled
himself. He stood up.  "We can mourn them all later," Jeremy
suggested. "Right. Right now we have to be quick enough to help the
Doctor..."

"Oh, who're we kidding," Jesse dropped his arms. "How can we help him?
We'll just put ourselves into danger by running right into more trouble."

"Well, then, you can stay here and or try to find the TARDIS."

"You know I..."

Jeremy pouted. "No, I mean it. I don't want you in danger any more than the
Doctor."

Jesse smiled. "Come on. I still have some...some hope we can do something."
He ran ahead of Jeremy, who smiled and ran after him.

Other Daleks in other rooms, killing other Time Lords and non-Time Lords
alike, were suddenly unable to fire correctly. One accidentally shot
another. The frames of the Daleks that were shot, fell apart in blasts, the
creatures within bloated, dying blobs of spurting liquids. A Green Dalek
turned to the Blue Dalek that shot the Purple Dalek. "You have turned
against..."

"Negative! Cannot help firing!"

The Green Dalek tried to blast the Blue Dalek. "Affirmative! Firing on
you. Cannot hit! Fire drawn elsewhere!"

"This is the Doctor's doing!!"  Suddenly the Daleks all left the room. It
didn't matter. Everyone in the room was already dead. Or dying.

"Unable to change target! Magnetizer drawing our fire and our casings!"

"Shift to manual!"

"I obey. Negative response! The Doctor's device has done something to our
casings! Cannot alter trajectory! Cannot alter firing trajectory."

Daleks poured from every door I the Citadel and the surrounding city. They
began to follow the Doctor.

When Jeremy and Jesse reached the open area where the two halls adjoined,
they skidded to a halt, sliding on a marble floor. The Doctor was
running. Above, the ceiling had already been blasted off and open. The
reddish sky was above and there was white and black smoke rising. The
Doctor had Daleks gliding after him. All of them were firing. Their blasts
were hitting the magnet in the Doctor's back pocket and he was jumping
while running. The blasts were being absorbed by the magnet but the impact
was hurting the Doctor's right butt cheek. He was jumping and running at
the same time, every time a blast hit his butt, he yelled and
hopped/ran. And the Doctor was yelling with every hit. "Oh ho ho! OHHHH! OH
MY WORD! OH OW OH HO!! OHWWWWOO!"


Jeremy yelled and waved, "Let it go! Drop it! Get rid of it!"

"Run, Doctor, run!"  Jesse cupped his hands to his mouth.

"Let go of the magnet!"

The Doctor yelped as another blast hit his butt and he hopped up.  He to a
door and found it open. "What luck!"  He ran outside across a huge field of
rocks and saw the edge of a cliff. He almost tumbled over it. The Daleks
glided.

Jesse stood at the door, watching, "What's he doing?"

"What are they? Why aren't they just flying higher?"

"Maybe they don't have the power!?"  Jesse guessed.  "Doctor!"

The Doctor went over the edge of the cliff and the Daleks, followed.
Jeremy was already running to the cliff side. Jesse followed. Jeremy
gasped, "Doctor!"

Hundreds of Daleks careened over the edge. Their flight was
disabled. Spouting warnings and panicked cries, the Daleks flew over the
edge and smashed their casings hundreds of miles below, some hitting rocks
that jutted out jaggedly from the side of the cliff. Behind the boys, the
Citadel stood wide, the top damaged, smoking. "Doctor!"  They both cried.

Smoke rose up from the bottom of the cliff. Jeremy and Jesse tried to peer
through it. Smoke lifted. Some of it was white, some red, and some
black. Daleks burned and the acrid smell of metal burning mixed with flesh
crisping. Jesse sniffed in horror. "Doctor...?"  He called over the edge.
He got on his knees. Jeremy did the same.

"Do you see the little guy?"

A hand came up over the cliff side. Jeremy spotted it first and pulled the
Doctor up with one move. The Doctor gasped, "The little guy is perfectly
all right, thank you very much."  His eyes wavered and he passed out in
Jeremy's arms and fell against Jeremy's chest, both of them on their
knees. With Jesse's help, they laid him on his back, Jeremy taking his
shirt off to make a pillow for him. His eyes were closed.  They ignored the
sounds that came out of the pit, too. It sounded as if some giant monster
were devouring what was left of the Daleks. The sounds soon passed.

"He's passed out," Jeremy exclaimed.

"Do you think...hey, you think he's going to degenerate again?"

"I don't know."  Jeremy said, "I didn't think he was that hurt..."

The Doctor's left eye opened. Then, his right. Jeremy fake hit him on the
shoulder. "I thought you..."

"Oh, my friends are always making that mistake," the Doctor chuckled and
sat up, using his elbows to steady himself.  He looked at Jesse, "Do you
have your cell phone?"

"What the fuck? No, why?"

"I want to have my picture taken. The man who defeated the Daleks and the
Cybermen on Gallifrey."

"Are they all gone?"  Jesse asked.

"I should say so. The Daleks destroyed the Cybermen. And the cliff...Daleks
aren't made for cliffhangers, you know."  He laughed. "Take me picture..."

"Yes, Isobel, take my better side," the Doctor smiled. He patted down his
hair on the sides and straightened his blue polka dotted bow tie.  "Have me
side burns gotten longer while I was unconscious?"

"What?"  Jesse asked and pulled on the Doctor's arms. "Get up."

The Doctor felt his side burns, "It's been known to happen."

Jesse smirked. "Things do grow quickly around you..."

The Doctor handed Jeremy back his shirt. "Pity. Keep it off if you might."

Jeremy took his shirt but looked at the Doctor, "The dress sense on this
one...I don't know. What do you think Jess, a little queer eye for the
queer guy?"

Jesse took the other sleeve and looked for the Doctor's hand. "It IS more
than a bit off this time...I think we if can get him back to the TARDIS and
find the wardrobe room."

They both touch his sleeves.  The Doctor hits their hands off him, frowning
and pouting.

The boys laughed. The Doctor sniffed. "What's burning?"

"Doctor! Behind!"  Jeremy pointed.

"Shit!"

"What? Where? That's not what I smelled!"

Jesse used his hands to smother the Doctor's right buttock but the smoke
was continuing. He then threw dirt at it at the same time that the Doctor
yelled. "Oh my giddy aunt! Me seats on fire! Do something!"

"Hold still!"  Jeremy grabbed the Doctor's shoulders. "Didn't you feel that
before?"

"It's all right, it's out!"  Jesse gasped.

"Oh, thank you, Jesse," the Doctor smiled warmly and took Jesse's head in
both hands. "You're quite a boy, aren't you?"

"Doctor."  Jesse smiled back into those blue eyes, put his hands over the
Doctor's and took them down. "What happened to the magnet?"

"Oh, I let it go."  The Doctor pointed to the cliff and then pointed his
finger down. "The Daleks had only one way to go, didn't they?"  He took out
his recorder and started to play, "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star... still I
felt a bit like the Pied Piper, didn't I?"

"Yeah except you were blowing it out your ass."  Jesse looked behind the
Doctor as ushered him further from the cliff side.  "Literally."

The Doctor frowned.  "Now, for the Zygons."  The Doctor grinned and rubbed
his hands and then with his right hand, took Jeremy's left and with his
left hand, took Jesse's right. He pulled, "And I know just what to do. We
have to find that room the Master had!"  He pulled the boys off their feet.

"Stronger than he looks!"  Jeremy gasped as his feet left the ground.

As they sneak into the Citadel, Jesse asked, "Doctor, why didn't you keep
the magnet? It'd come in handy."

"There are existent flaws in their design. For one, they only last about 12
minutes."  The Doctor counted on fingers just jutting out of his
sleeves. "For two, they need the DNA of a Time Lord close by..."

"Like your ass?"  Jeremy smirked.

"Quite so," the Doctor rose up confidently. "And a good one it is if I may
say, m'aint I?"

Jeremy patted him on the shoulder and the ass. "You may."

"But why didn't these seem that strong? Not like some of the others we've
met?"  Jesse asked.

"They were. Only their power was halved. First by the crash. Then by the
power of the other Time Lords. Unfortunately, our force field powers were
drained somewhat. I don't think I can use it repel the Zygons but we have
another problem. We don't know where the Master's room is. Even though I've
been in it. I mean I have an idea..."

"If we...if you do find the machine...will that put an end to this time
change problem?"

"I think so, Jesse. I think so."

"But the other thing is that I have to put the barriers around Gallifrey
back up. To prevent anyone else from climbing down Alice's hole...so to
speak."

"Don't say hole," Jesse warned. "Not in this body. It doesn't become it."

"My dear, Jesse, I'll have you know..."

"Can we not argue?"  Jeremy countered as they walked through the main
hall. They saw dead guards there. "Isn't there anything you can do to ...I
don't know, bring them back to life?"

"Time Lords aren't immortal...well, they are unless someone does what these
Daleks did to them. Shoot them in both hearts and the head. We die and come
back sometimes. Sometimes, however, it just appears that we're dead or have
died...but we haven't. The energy then surges through and ever atom
changes...renews, reconstitutes..."

"Regurgitates in your instances?"  Jesse submitted.

The Doctor ignored his playful jibe and rolled his eyes at the same
time. "Most of the time, once a Time Lord is dead...they're dead."  The
Doctor crosses his hearts with his hands and fingers. "If it hasn't
happened by now, it's not going to. But mind you, not all Gallifreans are
Time Lords and not all Time Lords are Gallifreans. From the décor it
could be this way..."  The Doctor pointed.

Soon enough, they entered a room with huge, luminous disks on the
floors. There were dead Time Lords at the controls of most of the
computers.  "Those plot time loops and time missions of fellow observers,"
the Doctor avoided stepping on the disks so the boys followed his
example. There were also large pipes on stands throughout the room. One
wall was sky blue, one was darker blue with some cloud like objects in the
painting. Yellow and white lines were on the walls in some sections. Giant
maps of time streams flowing were on other walls. There was a giant screen
in the room. "Now where..."  The Doctor looked around. "Perhaps I was
wrong, Jesse, Jeremy."

"I don't believe I heard that," replied Jesse as he also squinted.

Jeremy moved to a wall. "Does this look like anything?"

"Why?"  The Doctor followed him up three steps to the deeper area of the
room, off to the left.

"There's this dead guy here," Jeremy pointed. "And nothing else..."

"If it were in a different time zone as you described, how will we find
it?"  Jesse asked.

"This man was here, guarding something," Jeremy added. "But there's nothing
here but this blank white wall."

"It could be the machine exists in this time zone as well as the far past
one that I met the Master in...maybe my fellow Time Lords were just too
afraid to touch it and had it guarded, especially during an attack."  The
Doctor looked at the guard. "Poor fellow."  He closed the man's eyes.

The Doctor moved to the wall, bounding with energy after closing the man's
eyes. "I just remembered."  He waved a hand over a console and a lever
appeared. "Invisibility was not exactly my specialty how some ever..."  He
pulled the lever and the wall opened up and the Time Scoop machinery
appeared against it. "Well ahhhh! Eureka! And all that..."  He ran to it,
hopping.  Breathless, the Patrick Troughton Doctor smiled, "This is the
answer to all our problems, boys."  Jesse gave Jeremy a doubtful look.
"Hmmm. Now. Where was that? Oh, ahh, there it is. My little thing...oh yes,
plate one, plate two, panel one, panel two. Send a nod there, separate time
maps there, time streams there. Oh my word!"

"What is it?"

"I think we may be in the middle of the Time War itself!"

"How do you know that?"  Jeremy leaned over his left side.

"It doesn't matter. I can settle this once and for all, this time, once and
for all," the Doctor repeated. "First, I'll get rid of those terrible
Zygons..."

"Ohhh, I suggest you do it now!"  Jeremy turned as five of the creatures
entered the room. They were hissing and growling. "NOW!"

The Doctor looked at Jesse, who was closer to him.  He motioned to a long
walled metal disk on the device.  "Jesse, put your finger there for a
minute, will you, Jesse."

Jesse obeyed and immediately jumped back, "OWWWW!"

"Good, that must be the live terminal, then."  The Doctor squinted and
turned the dial under it. He turned on the sonic screwdriver. "Phase one
complete. Now, to bypass the Master's foolish unfoolproof system...or is
that foolproof system that only a non fool like me can get through, aye?"
He laughed.


"Doc, stop wasting time!"  Jeremy watched as the Zygons advanced on
him. "Hullo there. We...ahhh. We are looking for a cease fire."  He put his
hands up. "An armistice?"  The closest one grabbed him by the shoulders and
facing him, began to bring him to his knees. "Strong, aren't you?"  he
grunted.  "Doctor!"

"Hold on, Jeremy, just a few...oh yes, I've got it! I'm brilliant! Phase
one and a half ..."  With a confidence and pursing his lower lip under the
other, the Doctor pulled a lever handle on the side of one machine. "Jesse,
phase two!"  Jesse hesitated but then pulled the handle.

"I didn't get shocked!"

"I knew that wouldn't kill you."  The Doctor cleared his throat as if he
was lying.

The Zygon that was bringing Jeremy to its knees melted. Jeremy could see
the wrists of the thing smoking. He shook himself free and backward but was
hurting from the attack. Jesse ran to him and watched as the thing's legs
caved in on themselves and the Zygon fell into himself. The thing smoked
and sunk down. The other four were similarly dying. Their echoing cries
were something the Doctor, Jesse and Jeremy might forget...in a hundred
years. Jeremy cowered back into Jesse's grasp as Jesse knelt down. Jesse
was wide eyed. He looked at Jeremy and then back to the melting blobs that
were Zygons. He turned back to the trifling Doctor, who had his back to the
Zygons and was happily twittering on about his success. "Doctor! We wanted
you to send them back to where they came from," Jesse yelled, "Not do this!
Look at how you killed them."

"Whaaa?"  The Doctor turned. "I never. I didn't...nonsense...all that's
happened is they've..."  As the turned to them and let go of the levers,
the full impact of what happened hit the Doctor. "They've been killed by
melting. Oh dear..."  He ran to them and helped Jesse get Jeremy to his
feet. "Jeremy, my boy, are you all right?"

"Those things sure are strong."  Jeremy shook his head. "I'll snap out of
it in a few..."  He breathed out. The Doctor gently slapped him on the
back.

The Doctor ran back to the machine, his leaving the two of them almost
making them topple over backwards as his support was gone again. The Doctor
checked the machine over, putting his nose almost into one of its circular
pits. "That's charred it then. Cybermen gone. Daleks. All of em."

"You okay?"  Jesse asked. He leaned Jeremy against a wall.

Jeremy shook his head. He nodded for Jesse to go to the Doctor and Jesse
obliged. "What did THAT..."  he pointed to the messy blobs of the Zygon's
smoking bodies, "...then?!"

"I don't know," the Doctor turned and looked up and around the entire room,
scanning the ceiling, then the walls with is eyes. "But I have some nasty
suspicions."

Jeremy heard a noise. In the doorway that they entered a Time Lord in full
regalia appeared. He was short and he held the doorway to support
himself. He stumbled. Jeremy couldn't see his face. But he heard the
voice. "Help me."

Jeremy moved toward the door. "Hang on, buddy..."

"Please," the voice said, "Help me."

"Oh, Doctor, it's a child."  Jeremy stopped from his bounding and turned to
the Doctor. "You DO have Time Lord children...who might be as old as you,
right?"

 "Whhat? Waa?"  The Doctor was brought out of his reverie for a
moment. "Oh, yes, yes, we do, yes."

The Time Lord cap fell off and the long black hair of a child was
seen. Jeremy moved closer. Jesse started to follow him. The Doctor took a
step, too. The child's face turned toward them. He had blue eyes. "Please,
I'm wounded. The Daleks first...then those things with
suckers...they...hurt me. Help me, please."

"I'm coming," Jeremy told the boy Time Lord.

"Jeremy, stop where you are!"  The Doctor yelled. He ran at them, passing
Jesse, who clung to his back. Jeremy knew the Doctor long enough to stop
when he said stop. The Doctor came to just behind him.

Jeremy laughed, "What? Why? It's only a child. He can't hurt me."

"Back away. Slowly."  The Doctor jutted his hands out to his sides
protectively as Jeremy moved back, past him.  Then, the Doctor whispered,
"When I say run, run..."

Then, Jeremy moved back toward the child. "Oh this is ridiculous, he needs
our help...I have to..."

The Doctor turned to him and yelled as loud as he could. "DO AS I SAY!!!!"

The child entered the room and moved one foot in front of the other. Jesse
watched it and squinted. Jeremy's eyes widened as the child opened its
mouth. "Is this what killed those Zygons?"

"From afar I imagine," the Doctor informed them. "Jesse, Jeremy. This is
one of the worst weapons of the entire Time War...meet the Nightmare
Child..."  He said the name in a hushed whisper. The Doctor backed away,
his arms out and brushing the bodies of his two lovers in an aim to move
them back with him. "Slow...slow...don't anger it..."

"If it killed those Zygons..."  Jesse guessed, "...then maybe it's on our
side."

"Who created it?"  Jeremy asked.

"No one remembers. Neither side knows which created it nor
remembers. There's been so much going back and preventing in the Time War
and changing the past and the present and the future that the thing, and
I'm sorry to say that this wasn't the only thing, has been warped,
twisted...it was bred for this...to kill...to feed on ..suck on
emotions...any emotion, good or bad."

"The Time Lords made this thing?"  Jesse asked, "I mean look at him...he
looks like a Time Lord..."

The child smiled as it moved at them, face almost passive other than the
mouth. The eyes didn't blink. Stared at them. Another step in front of the
other.

"To my shame yes, they may have."

The boy, with a handsome but cold, face, seemed to be listening. The eyes
darted from side to side. The handsome countenance grew less handsome.

"What's wrong with your race?"  Jesse looked behind them. "I think there's
only one door out of here and we came in it."

"I was sure there were more."

"True, Jeremy but the time changes are increasing now that ...that he's
here. The doors may not have been built yet or have been built over in
future."

"Why does it look like a child?"  Jeremy asked.

The boy's eyebrows went up. It moved its left foot up and stepped.

"They took...the Daleks---- a baby Dalek."

"There are baby Daleks?"  Jeremy asked.

"Why, yes, of course."  The Doctor eyed the creature, staring directly into
the blue eyes. "They took cells from it and cells from a captured Time Lord
boy. Cloned them both together as one. Then took a cell from the brain...a
dream cell. A nightmare cell. Then grew this thing."

The boy's mouth opened again and widened, impossibly. All his teeth
sharpened and became knife-like.

"I don't think it's loving the emotions we're feeling right now!"  Jesse
yelled.

"Shh, shh," the Doctor put his finger to his lips.  "I know it's difficult
but try to keep calm. This is its smallest state. It has larger...shall we
say, forms."  The Doctor explained. "The Time Lords..."

"Are a bunch of wackos," Jesse finished.

"No, no. They were desperate ---they had to be to use such deranged beings
as Davros and the Master. The three of us worked on this project..."

Stunned, Jeremy pushed away from the Doctor, putting both hands against the
Doctor's shoulders and shoving himself away from the Time Lord, "YOU! You
had a hand in this?"

"No, no! I tried to go back and stop it before it was made. The Daleks
started it, Davros added to it. The Master made it worse. Other races added
their DNA matrixes, it was a nightmare! A total botch up job. Then, Davros,
the Master and I, we all of us, realized that the Daleks had to be stopped
and this thing had to be first to go... "

The boy turned back into the boy. It hissed as a handsome, human looking
boy. The Time Lord clothing turned to Pajamas with a TARDIS motif on
it. All blue and shades of blue. White lined windows on the PJs.  "I think
it wants the TARDIS..."  The Doctor noted. "It doesn't like me talking
about us trying to destroy it."  The boy hissed again and his hands turned
to Zygon hands with suckers...but these suckers rose up out of the hands.
"Davros vanished into its jaws in space...then the vortex..."  The Doctor
recalled.  "But unfortunately both sides had already added their own...DNA
to it."

"This thing is a mess," Jesse summed up.  "It doesn't even know what side
it's on. Both Dalek and Time Lord, added to more Dalek and Time Lord
DNA..."

"Uhm, partly my DNA, I'm afraid."  The Doctor disclosed.  Jesse stepped
away from the Doctor.  Jeremy came to Jesse's side. They were both stunned.
The Doctor was almost on his knees.

The Child's PJs vanished. He was naked. And stepping closer. The suckers
rose up. On expanding tentacles.

 "Don't look at me like that," the Doctor turned to them and it was the
first time he had taken his eyes off the Nightmare Child.  "I had to try to
stop this mess of a war. Time, the universe, the fabric of space, the
vortex, all of it weighing heavily on it selves...all the time tactics
---traveling back and preventing this one or that one from being born, this
general from leading this army into battle, this fleet from being built..."
The Doctor put this head down and was now on his knees, "...killing babies
before they could grow up and be leaders of Time Troops...causing whole
planets that had lost battles on it be gone...entering someone's body from
materializing inside them...the atrocities were unheard of...on an
unimaginable scale."

The child seemed to enjoy this. It stopped moved at them and looked up and
opened its mouth. The tentacles reached to the sky. It was naked and other
parts of it were expanding. Contorting. The chest rose up. The hips reached
out from each other and the belly button opened and looked like a vortex of
time. Spiraling inside the navel were time fissures. The thing rose its
head up and then down. It looked at the Doctor. The mouth was normal
again. The eyes were all blue now though. No whites. The eyebrows
furrowed. Then went up as if innocent.


The Doctor continued.  "I tried to stay out of it for the longest time...I
tried..."  he turned to them and tears were on his face. "Now, while it's
feeding on my pain, both of you...when I say run, you run...understand?"

"Fuck you!"  Jesse snarled. "I'm not going anywhere! I'm with you for the
long haul!"

As if to say, "He's mine," the child hissed. Its eyes turned red. The
suckers moved at but hesitated from Jesse.

"It's never had an Earth boy before!"  the Doctor snarled, "It'll enjoy
eating you!"

Jesse countered, "I'm not afraid."

Jeremy looked at the child. "Come on, kid. You don't wanna do this, do
you?"

The child stepped between Jeremy on one side and the Doctor and Jesse on
the other. "Oh, but I really want to. I want..."  the child seemed to be
making a decision. It was readable on its face. Then, having come to one,
he turned, bodily, to Jeremy, "You!"

 The Doctor stood up and Jesse helped him up.  Jeremy was wide eyed. The
boy took two more steps and was about a foot away from him. Jesse gasped,
"Doctor, do something!"

"I know what to do. I'm going to let him have me."  Jeremy moved closer to
the boy and opened his arms...

The Doctor screamed, "NOOOOOOOOO!"

END THEME tunes in...
NO STING
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l655rRXkkbw

NO CLEAR END TO MUSIC...the thump thump thump deddum dedum dedum repeats
until it fades out...

Alternately...the full closing to early Troughton...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwUgh073qqE&list=PLJITPmxHDQkoyD4NBjE3THo0JJjnsLrl0&index=2