Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2013 22:04:28 -0500 (EST)
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jeremy and Jesse 134

Doctor OHO...forms into Doctor Who...Troughton's face...Hartnell's face...

A tentacle is in the air, behind it a scanner screen of time and space, the
vortex opening into the space around Gallifrey, galactic zero ten zero
eleven zero –zero by zero two from galactic zero centre...as written on
the scanner under it...clicking machines...squishing sounds from the
Nightmare Child. Still. Movement. Another tentacle enters the scene.


Holding Back The Nightmares


"Jeremy! Stop! That's the Nightmare Child! It has hatred and it has a
particular hatred for me because of my meddling in its formation...!"

Jeremy ignored the Patrick Troughton Doctor and looked at the nightmare
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!  Jeremy! NO! It'll latch onto you! It's
like an evil Peter Pan, you can't!"

Jeremy was as close as he could get to the outstretched
arm-tentacles. Then, he ducked under the left one and was out of the door
in a bound. The thing was gone. It had shot after him.

Jesse raised his eyebrows and tears started to well up. "Doctor, Jeremy? Is
he dead? Is Jeremy dead?"

The Doctor took Jesse's shoulders in hand. "Jesse, listen to me, for God's
sake, listen to me. Go and find the TARDIS and Roman, not necessarily in
that order and get in the TARDIS and stay there and don't come out until
you get a word from me."

Jesse stared.

The Doctor shook him. "Understand, old chap?"

"How long do I...we wait?"

The Doctor stared.

"How long?"

"Now, now.  Have I ever let you down?"

It was Jesse's turn to stare.

"Recently?"

More staring.

"Is he dead? Is Jeremy dead?"

"I don't know. I won't know until I've gone and..."

Jesse swallowed and a tear dripped from his right eye.

"Steady on, young man, steady on."  The Doctor smiled and gestured, "I've
got to go now and sort out the Nightmare Child and Jeremy. You've got to
go..."  He had taken his right hand off Jesse to gesture but put it back on
the shoulder. Then, not long after, he let go of the youth's shoulders and
moved to the door, held the frame with both hands and looked cautiously
into the hall. He looked back, "Understand, you've got to go. Now. And so
have I...go, now, Jesse, go..."

Jesse nodded affirmative and moved to the Doctor.

The Doctor patted him. "There's a good boy, now."

"I'm not some pet dog, you know."

"I know that. I'm sorry if I'm patronizing but...I have to go and try to
save Jeremy if...I will save him but I'd rather do that knowing
you...you're safe. Now, please do as I say."  He forced a smile, "I'll see
you soon..."  He walked around a bend in the hallway. "...said Adric to
Tegan..."

Jesse was listening as he had followed at the other side of the bend and
leaned against the wall with his body so as not to be seen. The Doctor was
then off like a shot, not realizing Jesse heard him and knew what that
comment meant. He would not be seeing the Doctor and Jeremy again...at
least not alive. Jesse moved in one direction but stopped. He leaned
against the wall a bit further down from where the turn was and started to
cry some more. He slid his back down the wall and semi sat down. He began
to cry some more in greater sobs. A shadow passed over him.

The Doctor ran full tilt down a corridor. "Come on, Nightmare Baby, you
can't hide from me."

"Oh but I can. I also liked your analogy of Peter Pan."

Jeremy had bounded into a large auditorium. He found Time Lord frilly
shirts and put one on. It must have been where Time Lord make long, boring
speeches, he found himself thinking. The seating area was built in a
descending stair arena so that the platform podium was at the bottom. There
was a large white wall at the back, not the most ample of hiding
places. There were also brown curtains. The entire room except for that
white back wall, was dark. All brown walls, dark green floors, and black
seating. It reminded him of a college classroom, not that he ever went to
college. He didn't need to...his starring role in Peter Pan led to...

"Peter Pan."

Jeremy was looking at the podium to figure out if it opened somehow. If it
had, he could have hidden in it. He whirled around to face the Child. The
youth, younger than himself was completely naked and flaccid but starting
to get aroused as it stepped, jerkily, at him. The body was completely
hairless, except of the fine silky head of completely black hair. It
changed to look like the British actor Charlie Rowe.

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Rowe was dressed as Peter Pan from Sy Fy's NEVERLAND. "Oh, but I forgot..."
the entity told Jeremy as Jeremy slowly backed away...and looked from side
to side, scanning for an exit or a way out of this.  "You like em like
this..."  the British accent turned Jeremy on and he tried to fight
it. Those deep brown eyes. That sleek, smooth, large mouth...Jeremy found
himself hardening...slight mole left eye...all very hot, Jeremy thought.

"Shit!"

"You don' think that of me.  I know what you think of me."  Rowe's figure
turned naked, the clothing dissolving thread by thread. The body was
sporting a raging hard on. It stuck straight up, almost past the delicious
belly button. "Don't try to deny it..."

"I...I won't," Jeremy managed to say.  His penis shifted, seemingly of its
own accord.

Rowe's body pointed at Jeremy. "I LIKE YOU. So..."  he turned his head as a
German Shepard might upon hearing a strange humanly inaudible
sound. "...honest."

"I try to be."  Jeremy looked directly behind him. He was also wet now,
too.

The British accent said, "There is no escape. From me."

"I know that, too."  Jeremy swallowed. "So what are you gonna do, kill me?"

"Oh no," the British Rowe's mouth said. "What I have is much, much worse
than that. You won't die."

"Then bring it," Jeremy bowed slightly and put his hands out and bent his
fingers in a "come on," fashion.

"Perhaps you like this Brit instead?"  The image of Rowe's nakedness
changed into that of a clothed Robbie Kay...from ONCE UPON A TIME, also
dressed as his Peter Pan character.

http://www.parade.com/242809/scottneumyer/robbie-kay-talks-once-upon-a-time-evil-peter-pan-and-his-love-of-doctor-who/

"Gosh." Jeremy tried to break the ice. "Why can't the Doctor change into
one of those bodies..."

"Give him time. Give him time."  Robbie Kay's image lost its clothing, too.

"Nice," Jeremy managed.

"Thank you. I'd would have thought you'd be all over this."  Kay's hands
moved up and down his chest and ribs on the side and to his tight abs. "I
thought you'd really dig into my form."

"I would. If you were...human..."

"I can be. I can be all things. Time Lord. Dalek. Even the real Peter
Pan..."

"Real?"  Jeremy found his back to that white wall and realized he had
backed into it and was moving back all the time they had been talking. He
stared at Robbie's dick, which grew to nine inches, then ten, almost
impossibly. It was wet at the top. Jeremy swallowed.

That impish smile. Those beautiful glassy blue eyes. The infectious
grin. Those hot ears. That hairless body. And again, that damned hot
British accent. The Pan hands were on his shoulders now. The body lifted
horizontally to his own. "Or maybe you like this Pan?"

The body was that of Peter Pan from PETER PAN AND THE PIRATES from Fox. The
outfit was the same as from that show.
    http://thepiratescove.yuku.com/reply/32168/Re-Peter-Pan-and-the-Pirates-Cosplay#.UqxxoY2x7Sc

"No," Jeremy hushed out. His head to the wall. The head of Rowe was back
and kissed him on the mouth. Jeremy responded in kind.

"Or maybe this one is your fav."  He became the Pan from 2003's PETER
PAN. Jeremy's eyes were staring at his own. His mouth was locked to a
younger version of his own lips. The Jeremy Sumpter Pan was floating in
front of him, a mischievous grin gracing the face. Jeremy moved sideways
and broke the kiss. The Pan version of himself was slightly younger and
Jeremy did not recall his Pan being less leaf covered than he had
been. There were green leaves wrapped around the hairless body but there
was a lot more skin showing around the hips and legs and soon even that was
gone as his own nude body landed upright before him. The thing then became
part Rowe body, part Kay body, his own face. "May I grab on? Both hands?"
Then it all changed around to mimic the face of all three at different
times, then at the same time. Jeremy shut his eyes. The thing landed on his
feet, placing them on top of Jeremy's. The feet were bare so he stepped
back. "Oh, but perhaps you like this one best of all..."

The Doctor HIS Doctor, the Doctor he first met all that time ago---in that
Long Island house, under the thrall of the Master's nightmare, which made
him think he was his own son...or something. All he knew is it was that
Doctor.  The one he first met. "Doctor?"  It has been so long since he saw
that face, the face he first fell in love with. "Doctor...is it you?"

"I have his DNA. As well as the DNA of others. SOOOOO SOOO many others."

"Then, if you have something of the Doctor in you. Then, you can be
good. And if you can be good..."

"I can be good. So very, very, very good."  The hands reached to Jeremy's
shoulders again or perhaps, Jeremy thought, they had never left there or
maybe they did both: leave and not leave. For this thing was of time and
space itself, bending it, shaping it, changing it. He felt shivers and
chills from its body, even without the touch as well as heat and
longing. The hands rubbed along his shoulders and rounded down from there
to just above his nipples and the flesh on flesh felt like wax on wax, then
a screeching of rubber on a waxed gymnasium floor. "Oh, but that hurts you,
doesn't it?"

As the touch increased, the Kay face and body took over the form and Rowe
seemed even taller than Jeremy himself and very, very powerful. The hands
moved back up the shoulder. Jeremy had to admit that this
felt...hot. Good. "You like that, doncha?"

Jeremy nodded "yes."

The hands felt slicker. Jeremy threw his head back and moaned slightly. He
looked down at the hands on his chest, the ones just above his
nipples. From the hands came a kind of wetness, a slickness, a pre
cum. From the boy's pores came pre cum. "That better?"

Jeremy gasped out from pleasure, "Better!"

The boy moved in on Jeremy and rubbed down the chest and back up to the
shoulders, each time going a bit lower. He encompassed the nipples on both
sides soon enough.

Jeremy shut his eyes as the warm flow of sensual feelings engulfed his
flesh. As the Kay body pushed him back and touched him up, it said, "Your
Peter spoke in an American accent. What up with that?"  It said this in a
sincere manner but also in a half mocking tone toward the "What up with
that," part. It almost hushed it to him, breathing on his neck. Moving its
mouth up and down his throat area and to his chin and cheeks. Like a snake.

As Jeremy was moved back, he hushed out his words, too. "There was this
theory that Pan was raised by elves after he was locked out of the real
world and in Kensington Gardens. And that
they...ohhh...ahhhh...they...gaaa...they moved for a while to Kentucky or
the Mid West someplace in America and maybe to California..."  NOTE: find
and read Peter Pan and Me at a nifty fan fiction site near you.

He was at the wall. They both were. Jeremy's back was to it.

Then it broke touch and moved back. Jeremy was left, his back to the
wall. His head still back and moans lightly escaping his throat. The thing
returned to him, "But this won't do. This won't do at all. You have to lose
the clothing."  Even though the frilly shirt was wide enough for him to
move his hands around, the Nightmare Child moved back to the same position
and put his hands on Jeremy's shoulders but this time over the shirt. As he
moved his hands, the material slowly started to vanish.

The feeling of cloth against skin, against the boy's mobile hands was too
much for Jeremy. He liked it. He jerked a bit, convulsed. "Not yet, my
baby," the British accent told him. "Let it last, why don't you?"  As his
hands moved down the body of Jeremy, the clothing slowly vanished off him,
frilly shirt slowly de-threaded from Jeremy's skin and the boy ministered,
smiling evilly, to Jeremy's hips and pants. The pants slowly dissolved and
the feeling was magnificent.

"Can't. Can't. Hold. Can't hold it."

"That's all right. My plan is to make you cum. Over and over and over again
and then cum some more. Until you have no cum left in you."

"Never gonna happen. I have cum for a life time," bragged Jeremy.

"I bet you have."  The thing finished and moved back. Jeremy shook his
head.

"Are you hypnotizing me?"

"I hope so. Not in the way in which you think."  As Jeremy watched the boy
say that, from either side of the now 12 inch dick, slowly, other heads
moved. The boy soon had two dicks on either side of the original. Dripping
and sporting a heavy vein each, each hung down but not for long. They
started to rise up like missiles getting ready to launch. Clear fluid
leaked out the tops. Spilt over and careened down the thick, tumescent
shafts. Jeremy felt the torso and upper body of the Kay body pressing
against him and his hands rose up over his shoulders. The entity had his
wrists bound in fists. Jeremy felt something stimulate an erogenous zone on
his leg and for a fleeting moment he knew what it was. A thumb. Against all
reason, a thumb was stimulating him at his thigh and upper leg and inner
leg and the area just above it. He looked down and to his horror, which
didn't last long as the thing was taking his horror from him, there really
was a thumb there, extending from the sweating body of the thing. It
smelled good.

"You smell good, too," the thing said to him, "Smell you later, smell you
now, smell you before."  The thing smiled into Jeremy's smile, pressing
lips, teeth together. The three dicks rose. The main one found its way up
Jeremy's stomach and lathered up his abs, swaying all around as if it were
a separate live entity of its own. The two on the sides, also supported by
their own set of huge testicles beneath, found new roads to go. One
swiveled between their legs, Jeremy felt it go between his legs and
impossibly reach, curving, up to his anus. The bare pucker hole eagerly
opened and closed. Opened and closed. The thing entered in mid close or mid
open and the hole closed around it.

Jeremy gasped with a stun as it entered.  He was hearing the music to Peter
Pan during the flying sequences and the Tinkerbell lives sequence. "I do
believe in fairies. I'm one of them."  He felt the dick worm its way into
his anus from the front of himself and the shaft nudged against his
legs. At the same time, the Kay lips kissed him. He opened his eyes and
responded back and saw the Rowe eyes staring back at him, a glint in
them. He knew it was wrong but he had to give into it anyway. His own dick
was engorged up the front of Kay's stomach and moving up toward cavity
between pectorals. It left behind a trail of pre cum, which rapidly turned
to cum. "I can't...I can't hold it..."

"I can."  The thing waved a hand and then returned it to grip Jeremy's
shoulder. "Orgasm delayed or rather kept in that moment of ecstasy. Like
you?"

"I like. Keep it up."

Jeremy jerked up and down. His feet left the floor. His body was pressed
against the white wall. The being was at his front. Pressing. Almost
melding into him. The main penis head pushed into his navel, which being
half outie didn't give right away. Pre cum and cum splashed there. The
hands of the thing were all over him. Impossibly. They massaged his entire
flesh. Lathering pre cum. Then again. With cum flowing from the
pores. Jeremy was covered in a film of pre cum and soon cum flowing from
the hands and any place the skin of the sleek, slick being touched. His
entire body felt like it had thousands of erogenous zones all over it and
they merged to create one giant erogenous zone. He huffed and puffed and
gasped and rocked. He made sounds he was not sure issued from his own
being, his own throat. Some came from the pit of his belly. He felt as if
all his cells were exploding with goodness...  "OHHhaahhahahhhhhhhh! Fack!"

The cum piled up in his dick head. He could feel it shooting from his balls
up his shaft, throbbing, filling, engaging and engorging, flowing. And yet
held at the tip of his dick, just inside the slit. It wanted to cum out so
bad. It burned. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAA!"

Tits touched and felt milk cover. Ribs touched and seemed to grow into
slick oil. Bellies touched with penises between them. The last penis rose
up and curled behind Jeremy's back and whirled around to intrude on the
making out of the two beings. The penis head entered Jeremy's mouth and
filled it. It grew inside. Jeremy sucked and sucked. He started to go in
too far.

The being known as the Nightmare Child laughed. He stepped back, his shafts
leaving and yet still entering Jeremy's anus, mouth, and navel. Jeremy's
body, seemingly of its own accord, turned sideways, off the ground,
levitating. For a moment, the thing turned into Jeremy's face and body
again and the mischievous look was all his own as he raised a blond
eyebrow. "Grab on. Both hands. Pass it on."  Switching back to the Kay
being, the thing put both hands on. "Let me give you a hand. Or two..."  He
wrapped two hands around Jeremy's shaft and started to jerk it. Cum was
seen at the tip ready to spout. The being let a few strands spill over the
sides but the main force of it was kept just below the slit head. "Give me
all you have."

Jeremy thought about his time as a little boy. Playing along the cliffs in
Kentucky before moving to California. He thought about surfing. Making
movies. Soul Surfer.

http://ispyafamousface.tumblr.com/image/21498769451

Anna Sofia Robb. Carrie Diaries. Shark bit off her right
arm. 911. Shark. The thing standing over him was a giant
shark. Pescaton. Living human like shark being. Rows of teeth. Jeremy was
on his back floating in the air with the thing locked to him in three
places. He screamed but as his awareness came back, he realized his scream
was muffled as a thick shaft of flesh was in his throat threatening to go
deeper. His mind called out, "DOCTOR!"  But while it was a cry for help, it
was also cry of exhilarating sexual release. The orgasm rose and fell, rose
and fell. Release.

"Again!"  The nightmare child cried out in the voice of Jeremy, the
Doctors, Robbie, Rowe, and Jason Marsden (no, not that one, the one from
Eerie, Indiana.

In the hallways, looking around, the Doctor was having trouble. "C'mon
Jeremy. Give me your whereabouts."

"Doctor!"  The Doctor heard called to his mind telepathically.  The Doctor,
his comic hobo tails fluttering, turned toward the four doors. "Jeremy!"
He raced to the doors and burst through two of them. "OH MY WORD!"  He ran
back out and tried to talk himself into going back in. The sight he saw was
the totally naked thing having had three penises inside a completely bare
Jeremy, with Jeremy suspended horizontally in the air in front of it, every
taunt, tight, titillating muscle brought to maximum exertion. Abs flexing
and unflexing. Cum splashing over abs from both his own penis and the thing
at his navel. Unleashed cum flying over both of them. "I cant. I can't face
my own fears! I can't do it!"

"I can't take it."  Jesse was in the hallway, crying.  "I can't take it
anymore. I'm sick of it."  He put his head in his arms. Sobbing.

Hands touched his forearms. "Jesse."

He looked up. It was Roman. Roman made him stand up.  Jesse cried. "I just
want to go home, you know? You know how that feels, not being home or with
the ones you want to be with, doing things that are, well, happy and not
life threatening? I want the Doctor safe. I want Jeremy safe."

"I know."

"Do you know how long it's been since I've been home? Seen my family? My
planet?"

"I don't. But I do know you will again."

"We've been trapped in this time mess for a long time now. I've been to the
past of Gallifrey, chased by dinosaurs, nearly frozen to death on a
mountain cold and wet, heated up in a desert---I mean, I ask ya, how much
hotter does all this have to get?"  He gestured up and down his own tight
body, but went on immediately, "...I've been almost wrapped up by man
eating plants, punked by Monks and oh, who turned out to be the Doctor,
raped by stone age Gallifreans, nearly gored by Gallifrean pigs, shot at by
Daleks, savaged by Cybermen, suckered at by Zygons, nearly has my atoms
disassembled by Ice Warriors, moved around thanks to the Master, cut up by
Omega, been killed and revived by the Rani, savaged by all manner of Time
Lord Chancellery Guards, felt up by lizard men---that part was the good
part, got chased by lightning...freed bloody Davros...Davros for Pete's
sake!!!! You know him?"

Roman screwed up his mouth and shook his head sideways and nodded in the
affirmative.

"You know what he's like then. Oh, and I almost forgot: the planet almost
swallowed me up itself... And...and...and..."

Roman stopped him. "AND! ...delivered a baby. The Doctor as a baby..."

Jesse's tears stopped and he sniffled. He looked at Roman's
eyes. "Yeah...that, too."

"How was that for meaningful. How'd that grab you?"

Roman held his arms and shook them. Jesse looked up at him, sheepishly. "It
was pretty awesome, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. How bout you and I find the Doc and Jeremy, huh?"

"He told us to find the TARDIS..."

"I've got a secret."  Roman said, "You go to my room...do you think you can
find the way?"

"Well, if the walls stop changing, maybe."

"Feel better?"

"Yeah but the Doc..."

"I'll find him. I'll find them both. You go there."  Roman said.

"Roman...?"

"What?"

Roman found Jesse kissing him on the lips. Jesse wrapped his arms around
him. Then, Roman, his arms dangling, responded in kind. And kissed back,
too.



The thing kissed Jeremy's lips, even around its own penis, which was
impossible.

Jeremy recalled his parents. The first time he told them about the Doctor.

Paul McGann Doctor voice, "I thought you were a Doctor."

Sixth Doctor: "I'm known as the Doctor."

The Nightmare Child voice, "You. You're really the strong one of the
three. You rely on you to keep them safe. It's always you rescuing
them. From nightmare dreams, landscapes before time, book universes, it's
you, you're the strong one. It's you who saw...you saw HIM?? You did. Makes
me feel a bit...oh, I dunno dirty somehow..."

"Will you stop?"

"No."

"With me, I can be the strong one. You can just lay back and let me do the
ministrations. You willing?"

"Yes. I am."



Outside the doors, the Doctor said to himself, "I've got to."  He moved at
the doors but stopped.  "Oh crumbs!"  Something came over him again and he
was inactive again.  He turned his back to the doors again.

Finally, he was brought out of his frightened inactivity by a familiar
voice.  "Doctor. This is Jeremy we're talking about. You have to go back in
there..."  He steeled himself.  Roman was in front of him. "I'll help you."

"This can't be how it all ends. No. No. You find Jesse. Get him to the
TARDIS...It's far from being all over. Yet, I feel, this body is wearing a
bit thin."  He patted the good looking Logan Lerman Roman. "You're a good
girl, Roman. Uh, a better boy, actually. I go to face ...my
waterloo. Jeremy's in distress. Let's answer his SOS!"  He turned and went
back through the doors.

Roman put his hands out.  "But Doctor, I found the TARD..."  He dropped his
arms in defeat. Then he realized Jesse was behind him.  He turned.  "I
thought I told you..."

"Since when has any of us ever listened to any of you...?"  He thought
about that. "I think I just confused myself."

"Let's go..."  Roman pushed Jesse away.

Jesse ran to the doors, "No!"  Roman grabbed him. "Let me go!"

Roman turned Jesse to him and hugged him. He kissed his ear and cheek. "You
can't go in there!"


Inside the theatre, the Doctor's hair was turning gray as he ran down the
steps toward the nightmare child.

"Oh, Time Lord. Glad you could join the party."

The Doctor didn't stop. He ran at the thing from behind and put both his
hands on the back of the entity. "Oh, I'm so much more than just a Time
Lord, Nightmare Child!"

"I didn't know! I didn't know! THAT!"  The thing shook its body but could
not lose the Doctor from its back.

"STOP! STOP THIS AT ONCE!"  The Doctor seemed to stick to the back of the
being (s).

"I shan't!"  As if to prove this, another tentacle penis came from the
thing's crotch and moved to Jeremy's own penis, which was still cumming
like a volcano. The new penis was thin and forced itself, fighting cum
blasts all the way, into Jeremy's penis slit. Jeremy jerked in mid air and
yelled as the penis buried itself in his own cumming dickslit!  "You
created me, you should know what I am capable of! You made me!"

Splashes came out in spurts between spaces and rained on Jeremy's stomach,
chest, chin, neck, lower regions, thighs...

The Nightmare Child repeated, "You made me, Doctor!"

"YES!!! AND DIDN'T WE JUST HAVE TROUBLE WITH THE PROTOTYPE!?? WAIT! YOU
WERE THE PROTOTYPE! AND YOU'RE A MESS! YOU WANT RAGE! YOU WANT SUFFERING!
TAKE MINE! TAKE ME! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"  The Doctor grabbed the thing and
flung it around, the tentacles affording the turn and accompanying it, not
leaving Jeremy's holes yet. Jeremy's eyes rolled to the back of his
head. "FACE ME!"

An exploding freighter. Adric holding his brother Varsh's belt. Tegan
leaving the TARDIS, "Look, I'm sorry!"  Sita is shot outside the Space
Museum and killed by a Morok.  Vicki gently went to him, "Sita. Sita."  A
Cyberman blast kills Professor Kyle in the Console Room of the
TARDIS. Nyssa yelled, "NO!"  Sarah Jane leaving. "Oh, Sarah, don't you
forget me."  Amy turned her back on a Weeping Angel. Faced the
Doctor. Doctor's Point of View. Amy vanishes. The Doctor sees the Weeping
Angel. Rory vanished.  River Song vanishing into the computer. Ace
weeping. UNIT men getting killed by gun shots. UNIT men getting zapped by
Autons, blown up by Gell Guards, shrunken by the Master, zapped by rays
from a Sea Devil, disintegrated by Bok. The Destroyer blowing the Brigadier
off his feet. "You're supposed to die in bed!"

"Leave me alone ! It's because of you Raphael's dead!"

"I'm no innocent, Ace!"

"No, you're not, are you?!"

Adam Rickett Doctor. Jon Lee Doctor. Leo McKern Doctor. Sara Kingdom
crawling, being aged to death. Katarina's body floating in space past the
main window of the rocket ship. Sara shooting her brother Brett. Vicki
leaving the TARDIS to Troilus. Susan locked out of the TARDIS. Alex's
death. The deaths of so many companions: Lucy, Tam, Hex. Peri's mother and
friend being blown to bits by a Cyberman artifact. "That I left there!"
Sharak Jek killing Morgan and dying in a fire. Explosions as he falls and
gets Peri, finally, into the TARDIS. Falling from the console. Blasts on
the surface. In the Launch Area, Rogin punched the Doctor in the face and
he fell. Rogin unlocks the Transporter but plasma energy transforms his
body into crystalline structure and he perishes. The Sixth Doctor
destroying a planet. Mel watches and shakes her head. Crying. Astrid Peth
falling to her death a fireball under her. The Stewardess grabbing Sky
Silvestri and opening the doors, taking them both outside the shuttle. Luke
Rattigan blowing himself up as well as the Sontarans. A Dalek killing Lynda
K by hovering in space outside the map room and blowing the window out.
Old man Professor Dale taken to solitary confinement for one year on the
Moon prison. Laurence Scarman being strangled by the image of his brother
Marcus, taken over by the Guardian of Sutek.

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"GERONIMO!"

The Nightmare Child broke the contact, let go of the Doctor's head and took
his hands off his own head. The penises were out of Jeremy, who gently
drifted to the floor. "Doctor. You were wrong. It wasn't all pain."  The
entire aura around the thing, the tone of the voice, the energy...was all
different now. Calm. Soothing almost.

"What? What do you mean?"  The Doctor fell onto his rump and looked up. He
held his head and shook it. His hair was more messed up than usual. He took
a pink handkerchief out of his top left pocket and wiped his brow.

"You have good in your life. People who love you. Have faith in you. And
not just sexually although as a young, small boy who wrote a treatise on
the Chromosomal Origins of Love."

On the floor, Jeremy turned onto his side and moaned. His dick leaked.

The Nightmare Child glew yellow and green. This made the Doctor stand up
right away. "What...is...happening to you?"

"You silly little thing, you. You forgot. You and your fellow Time Lord
imbibed me with Solonian DNA, too. Remember them, Doctor?"

"Ky. Ky and not the sexual lotion. I haven't thought about him for
centuries. Oh dear. That means...?"

"Yes. You looked at the higher evolutionary form of Ky and his kind, Ky and
his kind, I like that sound of that. Has a ring to it that Christopher and
His Kind doesn't, don't you think? You looked at them as the perfect
killing machine. Just one of them took care of the Marshall for you. While
you took care of the Professor..."

"That's not fair. That blast wasn't meant to kill him."

"But the truth is...I'm becoming one of them. Evolving to a higher
state. You're good has outweighed your bad. You've had a good life,
Doctor. A good life."

The Doctor blinked and looked weary. His face sagged.  "Yes. I
have...had...a good...life. Many, in fact. So many, I lost count."

"The bad doesn't make the good any less. The good...does make the bad
bearable. It does."  The Nightmare Child rose up and glew yellow and
white. White light came out from its head and feet. "I am...the Nightmare
Child no more. I am ...something else."

"Yes," the Doctor said, "Yes. Something else..."  He watched as the being
floated up to the ceiling and started to pass through it. "Good
bye...goodbye."

"Goodbye..."

The Doctor ran to the naked Jeremy. Jeremy tried to get up, and being
himself again, looked around and ran but his body hurt. He fells while
running and landed on top of the Doctor. He looked down at the man he was
on top of. It was an old man under him.

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Jeremy blinked into the face of an old man. Who wore an Edwardian ensemble.
Piercing blue eyes.

 The old man snapped, "Get me off, I mean get off me!"  J thinks he's heard
one of those often enough.

"I...I...I..."

"Three I's in one sentence makes you a very egotistical young man! Get off
me, will you please?!"  The old man had a walking stick, crooked, almost as
he was. Frock coat, tartan trousers. Long flowing white hair.

Jeremy rose up and put a hand out to help the Doctor. The Doctor slapped it
away. "I don't need your help, thank you very much!!!"  The First Doctor
looked around and took a wool Astrakhan hat off his head and put it in his
pocket. He turned and looked Jeremy up and down.  "Good heavens, put some
clothes on, my boy! You look ridiculous! And stop prattling!"

"Doctor, what's happening to you? Why are you acting like this, so mean,
for?"

The Doctor moved over to him. "On second thought, just because I'm old
doesn't mean that just because I'm old I don't have sexual drive...we shall
see about that..."  he moved down to Jeremy's dick. He took out a monocle
and put it on his right eye. He opened his mouth. For a moment, Jeremy
thought the Doctor was about to suck his dick!

Jeremy went wide eyed. "Doctor, am I...you know all right?"

The First Doctor stood up. "Of course, young man. I just checked your male
anatomy..."

"I mean inside?"  Jeremy asked. "That thing?"

"It made your insides even better than they were before."  The Doctor moved
behind him and took out a pen light and shone it at Jeremy's
anus. "Perfectly healthy."  He also did a prostrate check, which made
Jeremy jump.

"You could have warned me!"

"Warn you!? Warm you more like, heh heh. I don't have to warn anybody. I'm
allowed everywhere. Even inside you!"

"And?"

"Your insides are just fine."  The Doctor put the monocle in his
pocket. "Trust me, my boy, trust me. Now, and then, you need to shut up and
keep your big trap shut!!!"

"There you go again. Why are you so rude and mean?"  Jeremy screwed up his
face.

"Well, Jeremy, it seems my new persona...is my first one. I think. My old
one. And the degeneration hasn't gone all that...uhm, smoothly, not as
smooth as you're body, heh?"  He chuckled at his own joke. "Heh heh. I seem
to be wavering between cranky, sharp witted, sharp tongued, mean, sullen
old anti-hero and a kindly, warm hearts-ed grandfather figure who loves
you."

"How's that different from the other Doctors?"  Jeremy joked.

The Doctor laughed. "Oh, a dry sort of wit on you, my boy. We're going to
get along splendid. Splendidly. You know..."  He put his arm around
Jeremy's shoulder. "There were times when I could almost have been thought
of as getting a little tetchy. Fortunately, one mellows with age. You might
just have to humor me at times, my young man."

Jesse had kissed Roman's lips and caught Roman off guard. He pushed him
away and ran through the doors down to the Doctor. "Cor!"  Roman followed
him and they both ran down to the First Doctor and Jeremy.

"I thought I told you to go find Roman and the TARDIS!" The First Doctor
yelled and waved his walking stick. For a moment, Jesse thought the Doctor
was going to hit him with it.

"Since when have any of us ever listened to any of you?"  Jesse asked.

"Humf! Never! Never!"  The Doctor yelled. "Well, come along, my boys, come
along!"

"Wait a minute."  Jeremy stopped them.  Jesse was behind him, holding him
in his arms.

Jesse weary, asked, "What now?"

"The cum is gone."

Roman smiled and moved toward Jeremy and felt his belly up with one
finger. "So it is. You sound like you're almost complaining."

The First Doctor rolled his eyes.

"I..I am. It was the most..."

"Well, what my boy, we haven't all day to stand round here and wonder about
your...what do you call it? Cum!"  The First Doctor turned to them and
waved his stick. "Indeed!"

"...well aside from having sex with everyone in this room..."

Roman smiled, "You and I haven't yet..."  Roman winked.

Jesse asked, "Hey, where are your glasses?"

"I don't seem to need them any longer," Roman chuckled. "Must be the time
thing...my eyes are better or as good as they once were but might revert
at..."

"This is all quite interesting but we have work to do!"  The Doctor
yelled. "Are we going to stand around while Damon awaits us to find him and
see if he's alive or dead?"

"Damon, yes," Jesse moved to Jeremy's front but turning, kept his hands on
his friend's shoulders. "We owe him."

"...I was going to say the Nightmare Child was one of the best sexual
experiences..."

"I don't care to hear that my child," the Doctor yelled and turned to mount
the first step.

"AND that I need some clothing," Jeremy insisted.

"Quite!"  The Doctor snapped and turned and eyed Jeremy up and down. "On
the other hand, you're quite nice, you know, quite nice."

Jeremy smiled. The Doctor smiled and winked at him, chuckling. Jesse smiled
and half laughed out, "You really are the Doctor."

"Of course, my child," the Doctor nodded. He pointed at Roman, "YOU!"

"What? Me?"  Roman jumped, a bit afraid of the Doctor.

"Find him some proper attire so we can get moving again. A man of my age
must keep moving or fall where he lay. May."  The Doctor pointed.

"Yes, Doctor."  Roman glanced at both Jesse and Jeremy with a doubtful look
and moved up the steps to the area where there were spare frilly shirts and
robes. "Nothing that will really look good on him..."

Jesse moved back over to Jeremy and nudged him with his shoulder in his
side. He whispered, "About the cum thing. I licked it all off you when you
weren't looking. You didn't notice."

"I noticed. I just wanted them to, too."

The Doctor was at Roman's side before anyone realized he could get up the
steps that fast. "We're not putting on a beauty contest! Anything shall
do!"  He reached into the rack and came out with a see through thin white
half shirt of mesh. "This is just what the Doctor...hee hee...ordered."

"And pants?"  Roman asked.

The Doctor reached in and came out with tight black leather pants with the
leggings that came up to the calves. Jesse and Jeremy were with the pair
soon enough. Jeremy began putting the clothes on. Roman took Jesse aside
and whispered, "I'm telling you, I'd swear that those weren't there when I
looked at the rack of clothes."

Jesse shrugged as Jeremy was handed easy to run in toe fitting slip ons for
his feet. "More of the Doctor's conjuring tricks? Why question it."

"I still don't know who he is exactly."  Roman shook his head.

Once dressed, the Doctor looked at Jeremy. "One need no monocle to view
that they're rather charming. I think they're rather charming. Or rather,
you are."

"Thanks, Doc," Jeremy said.

"Yes, we have quite an extensive wardrobe in the TARDIS. And Kindly refrain
from calling me DOC!"  The Doctor moved to the doors.

"I mean..."  Jeremy came behind the Doctor and looked back mischievously at
the other two, winking, "...I can't very well go running around naked in
front of old age elderly cramped up, cranky, withered, bent over Time Lords
naked, can I?"

"You already have," Jesse quipped and nodded at the Doctor.

"What are you all prattling on about? Clothes? Nakedness and old age?"  The
Doctor pushed on the horizontal door handle. "I'll have you three know I'm
in the prime of my life. Fit as a fiddle."

Jeremy leaned on the Doctor's shoulders and put his head next to the
Doctor's. "Thanks for saving me from that Nightmare Child."

The Doctor's eyes went wide with Jeremy's show of affection. Then, he
softened and put a veiny hand over Jeremy's, "You're quite welcome, my boy,
quite welcome, indeed. We can't lose you. We must look after you, you
know. You're very valuable, yes."

"Now can we go?"  Jesse asked, impatiently.

"As I wanted to, several minutes ago!"  The Doctor snapped.

"Are we going back to the Ship?"  Jeremy asked.

"As fast as our legs can carry us, my dear, hmmmm?"  He hesitated. The
others, behind him, piled up on each other.

"Why stop now?"  Roman asked, squished between two hot blond boys.

"Because my dear young lady..."

"I'm a boy..."

"You have your decision and I have mine..."

"What? That doesn't even make any sense..."

"Shhh. Shhh. You'll notice soon enough that I rarely make little sense,"
the Doctor turned slightly but looked ahead to the door, "Because outside
those doors, we might see anything, hmmm? Think you've seen it all? Think
again. We could find new worlds, terrifying monsters, impossible
things. And if you come with me, nothing will ever be the same again!"

"Oh, get on with it, you silly old duffer," Jesse urged.

"Aye?"  The Doctor asked. "If you could touch the alien sand and hear the
cries of strange birds in the sky..."

Jeremy cut in, "Ahh, we've been attacked by both...sand and bird..."

"...and watch them wheel in another sky..."

"Oh, get on with it, you ham," Jesse interjected.

The Doctor chuckled, "The point is not whether or not you understand but
what is going to happen to you, hmmm?"

From behind, Jeremy gently pushed the old man and the doors opened and they
all stepped through them.  The Doctor repeated, "New worlds, terrifying
monsters, impossible things..."

"Or..."  Jesse whirled around. "The same ole white painted corridors we've
run up and down for about five weeks now..."

"Yes."  The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "It does appear to be quite quiet
quickly, doesn't it?"

"Doc, what can you do about our black and white vision?"  Jeremy
asked. "It's getting quite annoying."

"It just so happens that earlier, I picked this up from my box of
delights."  From his jacket pocket, the Doctor took out a rectangular box
with an antenna on it.  He pressed a button on it.

"What does it do?"  Jeremy asked.

"Finds the source of havoc on the eyes and leads us to it!"  The Doctor
snapped, "We'll find the culprits of this and then we return to the time
room and restore the time fields...if they can be unraveled after all of
this mess!"

Soon enough, they were standing over the smoking bodies of Drax and the
Monk. "They're dead," Jesse noticed.

"Well done, Jesse," the First Doctor snapped. "Hoisted on their own
petard."

"Oh, I'm guessing they were just setting up a practical joke."  Jeremy
flung the Monk's cape over the body. "And the Daleks came in..."

"But the machine's still working," Roman added.

The Doctor went over to the machine on the wall and the box he held
beeped. "I located the source. A flick of the switch and wel'la."  He
turned the machine off.  Jeremy, Jesse and Roman reacted as color returned
to their vision.

"Oh, marvelous!"  Roman squealed.

"Yes, you're a genius!"  Jeremy praised.

The Doctor chuckled. "There are so few of us around these days, aye,
Roman?"

"Yes, Doctor," Roman smiled and put a hand on the old man's arm. "Whatever
these days means these days."

"Now, then, so this infernal machine is never used again, I suggest we go
all war games on its ass."  The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and
aimed it. Nothing happened. The Doctor tried a few more times. Jesse,
Jeremy and Roman stared. He tried again and nothing.

Jesse was about to say something. The Doctor turned, stopping him. "No one
say anything. Not one word! Not a word."  He tried the screwdriver
again. Nothing. "Nobody laugh! Don't nobody laugh."

Roman spoke up. "That's a double negative."

The Doctor put the screwdriver in his pocket again, turned to look at them,
and then turned back to the machine. He took his cane and smacked it
against the side of the machine and then at the front. Sparks flew out both
sides and the front. The machine burst into flames and a panel fell
off. The Doctor turned to look at them with triumph. "Humph!"

They all looked at the two bodies.  "So I guess, unlike the Master, that's
the last we'll see of the Monk..."  Jesse said.

"And Drax, too, I'm afraid. Did I tell you he helped me find my way and
probably saved my life."  Jeremy said. "I mean no probably about it."

"Shame about him," Jesse nodded.

"Don't be too concerned. Once we return this time to its proper time flow,"
the Doctor started, "There's a good chance that they will be back somehow,
some time, too."

"How?"  Jesse asked.

"Come along, let's go and bother to do it and I'll explain on the way...but
I warm you even I don't understand all of it..."  The Doctor laughed. The
trio followed him out of the room.

As they moved through the hallways, cautious for more unheard of dangers,
Jesse asked, "Hey, hey, Doc..."

"How many times do I gots to say it, refrain from calling me DOC!"

"Okay, okay, don't get your suspenders in an twist," Jesse put his hands
up. "Why haven't we used your Dalek impulse thingie? You know like you did
once before?"

"Because my boy, the impulse thingie as you so delicately put it is in the
TARDIS, which as you know we haven't access to and the last time I looked
at it, the Daleks had found a way to bypass it as you may or may not
remember. AND on top of all that, it's not operating properly nor is my
bullet melter. Now do be quiet and let me think!"

Jesse's face turned red.  "You make me sometimes...so...sometimes you make
me wanna...I'd like to tell you..."

"Tell me what my good man! Tell me what?"

Jesse turned the Doctor, who made a wrong turn. He had to physically grab
his arm and turn him the right way. "It's that way."

"So it is. SO it is. Glad you're with me to keep me on the straight and
narrow."  He smiled and patted Jesse's back. Jesse rolled his eyes.

"Straight and..."  Jeremy started to say. "Well, maybe the narrow but
definitely not the straight."

Soon, Roman said, "Time is back to normal again."

"How do you know?"  Jeremy asked.

Roman took out his spectacles. "I need me glasses again, don't I?"

Jeremy frowned but was almost happy so patted Roman on the back,
sympathetically.

"K9 or the TARDIS can fix your eyes, I'm sure. I'm also sure it might not
be worth it. Every time I regenerate, my eyes go back to being needy," the
Doctor grumped out.  He checked the scanner on the machine and started to
tut tut and "Harumph" away. He shook his head. "No, no, no, no. That's not
right. That just won't do. Won't do at all. Not one bit. Not one bit at
all."

Jesse glanced amusingly at Jeremy and then put a hand on the Doctor's back,
surprising him. "Doctor..."

"Aye, what's that?"  The Doctor glanced up at the wall. "Who's on my back?
Why are you getting on my case, I mean my back, my boy?"

"Something's obviously not right."  Jesse commented. "Mind telling the
three of us what it is?"

"One area of space just above Gallifrey. It's refused to go back to
normal. Time is not right in that area."  The Doctor stood up straight and
grasped his lapels. He arched his back. "I'm going to have to do something
about that, I am."

Roman came forth to the Doctor. "What do you think it could be?"

The Doctor broke his revere. "That's the question, isn't it, my dear, isn't
it just that intriguing."  He touched Roman's nose with his forefinger and
put his head at Roman's head. "Let's put our heads together and work it
out."

Roman smiled. Jesse frowned and went to another screen on the
machine. "Doctor, I don't know if this has anything to do with that but
this reading states the transduction barrier is part of the range. So
time's still not right there either, isn't it?"

"What? Hmmm, what do you mean?"  The Doctor moved to Jesse, who smiled
proudly at Jeremy and Roman. Roman shrugged.

"My whatever yes. You've done very well, my boy, very well, indeed."  The
Doctor said, "Let's return to Rodan and see if we can find..."

Once there, they found a pile. "...dead bodies," Jesse frowned.  "Are we
ever going to stop finding dead bodies?"

"The Daleks leave nothing to life," the Doctor said, "I had hoped Rodan
might be able to explain why the transduction barriers are not yet up and
working as well as why there seems to be an anomaly still in the area that
the barriers are at."

"Do you see her body here?"  Jeremy asked.

"I do," Roman pointed. Rodan's arm was at the bottom of the pile. "I
recognized her clothing..."

"Wait!"  Jesse turned to the arm. "It...it's changing!"

Cough! Cough! "Dough!"  The pile visibly moved. It throbbed.

"Doctor, that pile of dead bodies...it...it just moved!"  Jeremy noticed.

"Get her out from under them!"  The Doctor moved his cane up in the air,
"Quickly, before they suffocate or crush her!"

"Dead body moving. Fun," Jesse quipped as he and Jeremy removed dead bodies
from on top dead bodies. Roman helped.

"Rodan?"  The First Doctor asked as the man sat up, dead bodies on both
sides.

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The man sat up but did not stand up.  He tried to talk. He was wearing the
outfit the female Rodan had worn.  "Moisture. I need moisture."  Rodan, the
man with brown hair, choked.

"Don't just stand there! Water! Get him/her water! Water!"  The Doctor
admonished his three young friends, who were all so startled by him that
all three had water in no time in cups.

Rodan drank one cup from Jesse.  "The Daleks..."

"Yes, we know, my dear girl, now don't try to talk too much at one time..."
The Doctor kneeled down and not without trouble.

Rodan motioned for the orange see through glass of water from Jeremy and he
handed to him. Rodan hurriedly drank it. "They just shot a whole group that
amassed here. The group thought, well they thought..."  He choked again and
nodded to Roman, who gave him more water. Rodan downed it and gave the cup
back to Roman, who stared at it. "They...thought..."  he paused to take in
some more water and cough a bit. Then, he started up again, "...they
thought... the force fields would save them. The fields were down, weren't
they?"  He sounded distraught.

The Doctor put a hand on Rodan's shoulder. "Now, now, my good man, my
handsome good man. The Daleks are gone now."

"Really?"

Everyone nodded "yes."

"How?"

Roman, Jesse and Jeremy pointed to the Doctor. Who stood up and held his
lapels again. Rodan nodded, "Oh, yes, yes. I'm sure. You are, after all,
the Doctor."


Jesse put his head level with this handsome man, who seemed to speak with
some sort of mixture of South African, Canadian, American, Indian, and
British accents.  "And you're Rodan I take it?"

"Yes, of course, were you expecting someone else?"

Jesse stood up and turned to The Doctor and Roman. "It's her. Posh as
ever."

Jeremy smiled, "Look who you're talking to."

"Posh posh," The Doctor waved. "If you're up to it, I need your help."

"Oh, yes," Rodan put his arms out for Jeremy and Jesse to help him up. He
was now 5'11 so not as tall as they were but they both noticed his
looks. "I fell back against the wall and down. The bodies just fell on top
of me. Crushed me. I guess that's what saved me from taking the full blast
of the Daleks' ray weapons."

Roman shivered.  "How undignified."

"Tell me about it. I regenerated under the weight of those dead bodies as
they fell on top of me, being shot. If you hadn't come along, I don't know
if I would have been able to get out from under them," Rodan explained.

"I'm sure you would have," Jesse said.

"Oh, how?"

"Have you seen your muscles now?"  Jesse asked. "They'd do the trick."

"Stop blathering on about muscles and dead bodies. We've enough of both,"
the Doctor waved to Rodan. "I need you to get me to the transduction
barrier machinery."

"You know where they are?"  Rodan asked.

"Of course I do. But they're not operating properly. But the force field
around them is..."

"Oh, yes, of course."  Rodan said, "I'll close that. And try to repair the
barrier."

"You all remain here. When I return we shall find the TARDIS and
...wait...where is the transduction barrier back up?"

"That's classified information," Rodan turned his nose at them as he sat
back down into his chair, moving a slumped body that was behind it.

"That I even know you know it exists is some kind of crime...but we need it
now!"

"Truth is I don't know ...not fully. I know it is not on the planet."
Rodan scanned for it.

Jeremy shared a look with Jesse, one of amusement. "Don't you want to
change of of those clothes?

"Whatever for?"  Rodan asked. Jeremy could only shrug in answer. "There is
a crisis going on. I can't be bothering about my clothing."

Jesse snickered. He whispered, "But they're women's..."

Not hearing him, Rodan checked a series of monitors.  "The barriers around
half of Gallifrey are back up but some will not go back...something is
fighting my trying to..."  He turned to a series of screens on the wall,
"Oh no. Doctor..."

"What now, my dear?"  The Doctor turned from the door he was about to exit
from.

"The Daleks are amassing, having come through the black hole."

"More Daleks?"  Jesse slouched his shoulders.

The Doctor was impressed. "Daleks, give me Daleks every time."

"Wadda mean?" Jeremy asked.

"My boy, you can always judge a man by the quality of his enemies. And the
Daleks, they're the best!"

"Glad you're impressed," Jesse mocked.

"Impressed? Of course I am. They managed to travel through a black hole
undamaged or at least as far as we know."  Then he had more inspiration,
"Of course!" he woo wooed. "That must be where the anomaly is. Time is
still a mess there. Daleks from every corner of time and space have come
through from other universes and times and spaces...readying to attack
Gallifrey all over again...and someone here is their helper. Someone that
must be down at that transduction barrier machine here...on our planet!"

"So what we have here is the transduction barrier force field needs to come
down so I can repair it or find out who's sabotaging it. Then it needs to
go up and the barrier itself around the planet back up, just as well. I
also need the back up that is not supposed to exist...for that might be the
main barrier instead of just being the back up. As you say, the barriers
are ...someone is fighting to bring them both down..."  The Doctor turned
to go.  "Just remember ---if I'm not back in time before the 25th, a very
Merry Christmas to you and all of you at home in your own time and place,
too!"

"He's having another of his fits," Jesse said.

"Shouldn't we go with him?"  Roman asked.

"We don't know the way," Jeremy stated, "And he's gone. Again!"

"And I can't let you follow," Rodan waved a hand at them. "It's expressly
forbidden."

"Can you understand that someone else is down there?"  Roman asked. "The
Doctor could be walking into a trap."

"We're all in a trap," Rodan said. "I suggest you three go to his TARDIS
and follow him that way. It might be able to home in on him."

"Now that's a good idea," Roman said.  "Follow me, lover boys."

Rodan nodded, not turning from the console. "I can't. I have to stay here."

"I meant them."  Roman frustrated. Jeremy and Jesse followed Roman out of
the room.

Rodan finally realized they had left the room.  Without turning, he waved a
hand in the air. "Good luck!"


The First Doctor crept around the metallic open air hallways of the
transduction barrier engines.  "I do so like antiquated machinery. Has a
lived in look. Five million years lived in."  He moved to the huge
rectangular blue box that hummed lowly. He bent down and examined it. "I
don't understand this at all. For this to have happened, someone had to
deliberately shut down parts of the barriers..."

"That's right Doctor. You always were so smart. At least with most
things. Not with relationships."

The Doctor whirled, standing up straight again.  "You? It cannot be...after
all this time..."

"Affirmative...Master."  On the ground was the old K9, Mark Three. The red
visor, the antenna ears, the silver coating. The silly trundling along.

Then came a female voice he knew so well. He had never forgotten it. Sarah
Jane Smith.  "It was me. I destroyed Gallifrey. I let the invaders in. I
shut the transduction barriers down with K9 at my side. Where you weren't!"

"Sarah, no. Sarah. It cannot be..."

"Yes, Doctor. I did it. And I'm about to finish the job."

The Doctor stared at her...


DOCTOR WHO HARTNELL END THEME
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Next Episode:
Rocketing To Space the Old Fashioned Way

Dr. Who...Patrick Troughton
Dr. Who...William Hartnell
Sarah Jane Smith...Liz Sladen
K9 Mark 3... John Leeson
Jesse...Jesse
Jeremy...Jeremy
Rodan...Jay Rodan
Roman...Logan Lerman
The Nightmare Child...Charlie Rowe, Robbie Kay, Jeremy Sumpter, Jason Marsden