Date: Sat, 3 May 2014 13:56:49 -0400 (EDT)
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jeremy and Jesse 138

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Doctor Who, Jeremy and Jesse

Episode 138

To Catch and Pitch Three Rising Stars

They were at a baseball game in a very large, very filled stadium. The
sound of the crowd's anticipation filled the air.

Jesse was wearing something like this:
http://www.laineygossip.com/Carrie-Underwood-for-gay-rights/23804

Button down shirt, slightly short and showing his skin below, and also,
slightly opened a bit too low on his chest and opened there as well, opened
down by the belly. The shirt was white in center, red on the shoulders. He
had a slightly short, red shirt under that. He also wore short black sports
shorts, adorned with a thin white line, and red long socks and black shoes
with red laces. He also sported a baseball cap backwards but soon took it
off and placed in one of the Doctor's pockets.

The Doctor was wearing a Cleveland Indians Tee Shirt under his black
leather jacket. He also wore tight leather black pants and black sneakers.

Jeremy wore a completely orange (except for the thin green lining) Miami
Hurricane's Youth coach fielder top
(http://www.shopmiamihurricanes.com/Miami_Hurricanes_Kids/Miami_Hurricanes_Youth_Fielder_Baseball_Jersey_-_Orange)
and a pair of short short gray baseball shorts. It didn't completely cover
his butt cheeks and looked like this:
http://gif-central.blogspot.com/2013/12/bridget-moynahan.html.

Jeremy also wore aqua marine blue sneakers with red laces and socks so low
that no one could see them. It looked as if he did not have on socks.


Jeremy smelled the cotton candy, hot dogs and mustard all around him.  "I'd
almost forgotten that exquisite aroma."

Jesse nudged him with an elbow and ate some of his cotton candy. "Watch it,
Jer, you're gay is showing. Be careful, we're not out yet."

"No, I'm only 8 years old and probably somewhere in the stands here."
Jeremy gestured.

"If you are, just don't touch yourself."  The Doctor munched on popcorn
next to Jeremy.

"Doc, I did say, uhm, an old fashioned game of baseball would be
interesting to see and take part in, didn't I?"

"Yeah, old fashioned. That's why we're here."  The Doctor ate some popcorn
and then, opened his arms wide.

"1997 is hardly old fashioned. I mean I'm only ten years old," Jesse
informed them.

"Mmmm," the Doctor said, "Oh, and look down there. It's Shomair Daktari
Dailey."

"Who?"  Jesse asked and squinted. He then remembered the binoculars held
around his neck by a leather strap. He used them to see the African
American man and the older African American woman.

Shomair Dakatari Dailey was with Rachel Robinson. He had his arm around
her.  http://business.illinois.edu/insight/winter98/big%20leagues.html

"She's the widow of Martin Luther King Junior," the Doctor told
them. "Incredibly brave man. Not very nice personally but brave and also
pioneering. Imagine how'd he feel if he knew there was a black President in
your time..."

"Hey, hey."  Jesse pulled the Doctor from behind Jeremy, since Jeremy was
between them. The Doctor leaned back to see him.  "After the game, let's go
tell him."

"I can't do that. I..."

"Why not? Just before he dies, maybe we can," Jesse put forth.

"I...I...I've tried to save him a few times. Kennedy, too."

"Which Kennedy?"  Jeremy asked.

"All three of them. Time seems to want them. Heaven does, I guess," the
Doctor shrugged. "Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't."

Behind them, an old woman in expensive clothes was listened to
them. "Abner!"

"Yes, dear?"  Long suffering Abner tried to keep his impatience out of his
voice and mostly succeeded.

"Did you hear what those three in front of us were talking about?"

"No, dear. I'm trying to watch...and hear the game."

"The game hasn't started yet."

"Oh, it hasn't?" Abner put his glasses on. "Perhaps I was just hoping it
had so I didn't have to listen to more of..."

"I bet they're HER kind. You know the magic ones."

"Gladys, not here, please. You don't have to, here, we're not home."

"Abner, I tell you..."

"Gladys, if what you say is true, your life is more interesting thanks to
her."

"But saving JFK...?!"  Her shrill voice no longer affected Abner but the
people around her were getting annoyed.

"So, they travel in time, maybe?"  Abner shrugged. "It takes all kinds."


"Maybe," the Doctor told Jesse, "Just maybe."

Jesse shook his head. "He'll never believe us."

"I'll bring a picture. A newspaper."  Jeremy nodded to him.

Jesse shrugged. "It'll make him happy to know his dream slowly came
true..."

"For now, enjoy the game," the Doctor implored.

"How can we enjoy a game when we know the outcome?"  Jesse asked. "I ask
you."

Abner heard this and leaned forward from his seat behind Jesse in order to
listen.

"You do?"  The Doctor asked.

"We both do. The Florida Marlins will take this game by, oh, seven, I
think, if I remember correctly. And they win the entire World Series,"
Jeremy told him, without looking at him.  "The last game will go into extra
innings."

As he leaned back in his seat, Abner turned to Gladys. "Hmmm, honey, I'll
be right back."  He stood up.

"Where are you going?"  She asked.

"To make more life more interesting. And richer..."  Abner quickly left,
Gladys screwing up her face in confusion.

The announcer came on as the Doctor lowered his popcorn box in defeat. "I
didn't know that."

Jesse smiled and put his head toward the Doctor's stomach, slinking across
Jeremy's body, "You do now."

The announcer Bob Costas cut the Doctor off. "Welcome to the first game of
the 1997 World Series featuring home team Florida Marlins hosting the
Cleveland Indians, who are playing their second World Series in three
years. Today's game is at the Pro Player Stadium in Miami Gardens in the
state of Florida."  The massive crowd was noisy to start with but grew more
noisy. "And now to honor America...please welcome Mercury recording artists
Hanson!"

Jesse leaned across again and whispered to the Doctor, "Now I know why you
wanted to come here."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

Some of the crowd started to cheer but a few began a loud BOOing. Isaac
looked upward and seemed to be trying to control himself, ultimately
remaining professional. Next to him, the smaller and youngest Hanson, Zac
looked to his side to his eldest brother and he looked upset. As if he
wanted to cry. On Zac's right side the middle brother and the vocalist
Taylor, long blond hair behind him, looked down and shifted his weight from
one foot to the other.

"What bastards booed them? I'll ring their necks, the fuckers."  Jesse
raised his cotton candy cone.

"Shhh!"  Jeremy nudged him.  "The National Anthem!"

"Shhh!"  Gladys leaned forward to shush them.


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By the time the anthem was finished, Hanson had won the crowd over and they
were cheering. A section of the stadium held up Hanson cheer-posters. They
read, "GO HANSON" and ""WE LOVE YOU, TAYLOR!"  and "ZAC'S CUTE!" and things
of that nature. "Oh, I feel really bad for them," Jesse said.

"Yeah, maybe we can go cheer them up," Jeremy offered.  "I've always wanted
to meet them, even though they're slightly before my time."

"Maybe at the end of the game."

Jeremy nodded. "There will be a chance. When the game ends, the celebration
won't be in the locker room. Hanson will be touring the locker room at that
moment, just as soon as the game ends. I remember that. Maybe then?"

"It's against my better nature but maybe."


When the game ended...

Jesse pointed, "Look, they're going to the bathroom or something."

"With a ton of security," the Doctor said.

"TARDIS?"  Jesse asked.

"Yeah, one at a time," the Doctor reluctantly said.

Jeremy left the stand and moved down the exit ramp, the crowd still engaged
in the win of the Florida team. No one was watching the Doctor or Jeremy or
Jesse. A few moments later, the Doctor nodded for Jesse to go. Then, after
a beat, the Doctor followed. He moved to the ramp and slightly jerked
himself sideways to under the bleachers. Sitting there in the dark, lights
off, was the TARDIS. He entered the large white gleaming control room.
"This IS against my better nature..."  Jeremy and Jesse looked at the
controls and shrugged as they looked at each other, both with gleeful faces
on.

"K9?"

The white, re-energized K9 flew above the Doctor's head and below the
hexagonal light structure. "Master?

"Can you zero in on Hanson?"

"Affirmative, Master."

Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Just how does he know who Hanson is?"

The Doctor grew flustered.  "I. Uh. I...I'll explain later."

"Master. They are not in the Marlin locker room. They are in the public
bathroom. They have body guards outside it."

"Good boy, K9! You're a great dog!"

"Yes, Master."

In the bathroom, Zac was upset.  "They boo-ed us when we started."

"It's over. Shrug it off, kiddo," Isaac told him, bending down. "Is that
why you wanted to come to the bathroom room now? To let off some steam?"

At a urinal, long haired Taylor looked back at them. "Not me. I had to let
off some stream."

"Very funny and now that you mentioned it, I do, too," Isaac stood up fully
and Zac smiled.

"You drink too much," Zac told him.

"Yeah, soda," Isaac reminded him. They moved to urinals, one on either side
of Taylor. They sighed. They heard the sounds of the game from where they
were. "Sports people...sports will be the death of us all."

Zac laughed.

"What the hell is that?"  Zac asked.

"Pipes?"  Isaac suggested.  The "pipes" wheezed and moaned and groaned as
if someone were playing keys across piano wire. Reverb and a boom and a
hard landing sound. Zac looked around him as he finished whizzing.

It was actually the TARDIS appearing behind them as they stood at the
urinals.  Closer to the exit was a partition. In the partition, as if the
thing was sticking into the side of the TARDIS and out the other side, was
where the time space machine appeared.  It seemed embedded in the white
tile of the partition.

Jeremy and Jesse emerged first. The Doctor followed. They went to urinals
near Hanson and decided to do their business as well.

Isaac looked from one side to the other, resting his gaze on Jeremy's head.
"Hey, how'd you get in..."  His gaze happened to be drawn down. His eyes
widened as he saw Jeremy's cock.  "...here..."

"We had to wheeze..."  He stumbled over the wrong word and found the right
one, "... whizz really, really bad," Jeremy told him.

"Hi, I'm Jesse."  Jesse finished quickly and put his hand out to Taylor.

Taylor zipped up, "I...haven't washed my hands yet."

"Oh, don't matter to me. Normally it would but god darn it, you're fucking
Hanson!"  Jesse said and grabbed his hand and shook it. Jesse thought "I'd
like to be fucking Hanson," but didn't say that out loud. It was one of the
few times he censored himself.

"Yeah, should we call security?"  Isaac asked.  "They're waiting right
outside the bathroom..."

"No, we're harmless," the Doctor said.  "Besides, the team will be in here
in about an hour...that's how long it will take for them to finish
celebrating and interviewing out there..."  The Doctor moved to Isaac.

Jesse whispered to Jeremy, "Knew he'd go for the tall one, he likes em
big."

"We're actually guests, too," the Doctor said and showed them his psychic
paper. "See. Doctor Wissfornjarl Foreman and plus two. They're my plus
two."

"Wissformjarl?"

"Just call me Dr. Foreman, if you must."

"Are you Norwegian?"  Isaac examined the paper, his eyebrow up in
suspicion.

"Partly. My ancestry is. I think. Somewhere down the line."

"But you sound British."

"Yes, I suppose I do. I am. On my mother's side."

"You're some kind of secret agent?"  Zac came up to the Doctor.

"Sorta. Not really. Scientist. Very hush, hush."

"So why'd you reveal yourself to us?"  Isaac asked, suspicious.

Jeremy moved to him. "We heard what the stupid crowd did and wanted to find
out if you were all all right."

"We're fine," Isaac said.  "We had em in the end."

"We'd like to, too," Jesse murmured.  "So you don't need any comforting..."
He meant to finish with, "words" but Taylor said something which made him
stop talking for a second.

Taylor was eyeing up Jesse, who was so into Taylor that he missed most of
the conversation they were having.  "Well, let's not rush into that
assumption so fast, Isaac..."

"...words."  Jesse winked at Taylor and smiled.

"What's this?"  Zac ran to the partition that housed the TARDIS, seemingly
cutting it in half.

"Nice landing," Jesse scoffed at the Doctor.

"That's my traveling lab."

"Traveling lab?"  Zac read the signs on the top of the front door. "Police
Public Call Box. You a policeman?"

"I told you. I'm a scientist. That's me traveling lab. I do on occasion,
work for the police, solving crimes, mysteries like the one with the
Speckled Band. Me, that was, not the other guy, you know. And I helped with
the whole Weng Chiang-Magnificent Magnus Greel thing."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Zac said and then laughed. "And I
love it."

"You get used to feeling that way if you're around him long enough," Jesse
put forth.

Taylor read the sign on the telephone cabinet. "Police telephone FREE for
use of PUBLIC. Advice and assistance obtainable immediately. Officers and
cars respond to all calls. Pull to open."

Jesse moved to Jeremy. "Wasn't it on the left hand door?"

"It usually is. It changes sometimes."

"And...the lettering and color changes, too?"

"This is the first time you've noticed that?"

Jesse scoffed, "Excuse me, Mr. Observant. When running for our lives from
volcanoes, tentacle monsters, and Time Lord killer guards, it's tough to
notice that the letterings changed. Or for that matter how many stacks go
up to the roof. Sometimes there are none. And the light looks a bit
different, too."

"Not only that," Jeremy added, "The sign Taylor just read sometimes had the
plural of both officer and car, officers and cars, and sometimes it is
singular but sometimes it's a mix of either officer and cars or officers
and car..."

"I don't care."  Jesse stopped him.

The Doctor grew excited. He loved the bit where he showed someone his home.
"Wanna see inside?"

"Boy, do I ever."  Zac felt the doors at the middle where they met each
other. "It's humming. As if...as if it were alive. With some kind of
power."

The Doctor put a finger to his own mouth and one to Zac's. "Shhh. Hush
hush. Remember?"

Jeremy whispered, "Sometimes the windows can open, too."

"I don't care," Jesse repeated.

"I do," Isaac told them. "Why change the exterior so often? To confuse
enemy spies? I know it sounds ludicrous but..."

"It doesn't really let us have a choice. I've seen the interior. What I
wanna see is the locker room," Jeremy said, "I'm a big baseball fan."

"Big?"  Isaac asked.

"I was," Taylor said and took Jesse's arm to show him the player's
lockers. "C'm here."

"Was what?"  Jesse asked.

Taylor frowned.  "A baseball fan."

"I thought you meant big."

"No, I still am that."  Taylor winked.

Isaac moved to Jeremy's back and put his head over his shoulder. "Tell me
more about it.

"The St John Ambulance logo is usually on the right door but sometimes the
lock moves from one door to the other, too. And sometimes the logo isn't
even there..."  Jeremy stated to Jesse in a hushed whisper.

"You're actually turning me on, now, with all that shit."  Jesse shifted
and said this quietly as to not have Zac hear.

"Once or twice, I think I saw that the Police Public Call Box sign was
different and even not there once or twice."

Jesse whispered back to Jesse, "I don't know about you but I'm hard as
hell."

"We'll only be a minute," the Doctor told Isaac. "But if you'd like to come
in with us and see it..."

"Yes, I'm not letting my brother go inside that thing until I see inside
it. I don't know what is going on here but I'm not... "

"Got ya. Let's go inside."  The Doctor winked at Zac and Zac gave him in an
okay sign with his fingers. They all stepped into the darkness. The doors
closed.

Taylor said, "Hey!"

"Afraid of the dark? I'll protect you," Jesse joked.

Jesse put an arm around Taylor's back and shoulder.

Isaac was calmer. "Hey, what is this some kind of dark hallway. Why's it so
dark?"

Jesse corrected him. "More like a foyer than a hallway. It's dark cause
it's in a different dimension than inside and outside...we're just passing
the threshold between the two..."

The inner doors opened into the huge console room.  Jeremy warned, "Be
prepared...it's..."  They emerged into the console room.  Taylor added a
word and then stopped as he was stunned, "...bigger..."  Isaac continued,
"On the..."  Zac finished. "Inside."

Once inside, everyone spread out. Jesse stuck with Taylor, who felt the
roundels which were on most of the walls.

Isaac moved to the large tubular trio of machines to the far right. These
formed the actual wall on that side, the trio going all the way to the
floor, but two others, in between the three that did go all the way to the
floor, didn't. Beneath those were rectangular devices that ran the rest of
the wall.  The Doctor tried to explain, "Contains the navigational units
and fault locators."  In the middle was a small screen.  "It reads out on
that basic screen. Over there," the Doctor said and whirled his body around
to point elsewhere, "...is the main scanner screen."

Between the wall devices near Isaac, facing each other, were two, huge,
old-fashioned computer stalls which stuck out from the wall. On the left,
Zac noticed a small desk with valor seats and sides lined with soft
material. There were various other chairs, some of them looking ancient and
exotic and bolted to the floor; a coat stand with a burgundy coat on it, a
28 foot long multi colored scarf wrapped around one of the arms, and a
floppy hat, a panama hat and the Fifth Doctor's yellow hat on arms. There
was also a sun dial stand and a stand with a golden globe on it. To the far
corner was a closet but in front of that was a grandfather clock on an
ancient cabinet.

Taylor felt the huge Grecian columns that seemed to part the walls. Between
two was a much larger screen, the slats that covered it slid open to show
the celebration of the Marlin team outside. Liquor was being poured over
heads.

"Look at this!"  Zac reached up to K9 and put a hand under the chin of the
robot dog. K9 purred and floated down lower. He actually landed near Zac so
Zac bent down to pet the dog further.  "Is he...?"

"Robot dog, yeah," the Doctor beamed.  "K9, say something to Zac, will
you?"

"Greetings, Zac."  The tail wagged and the ears moved.

Zac looked at the Doctor and laughed. His face was filled with merriment
and wonder. "Thanks, K9."

"Register this in your banks, K9. Zac, friend."

"Friend. Affirmative, Master."

"Good boy!"

"He's great! He's fantastic!"  Zac looked at K9's eyes.  "And he can fly!"

"An efficient machine," the Doctor crowed.

"Affirmative."

Zac looked at the screen on K9's side. "A microchip distributing data
throughout a mother board?"

"Yes," the Doctor noted. "At least, originally. It...he's more
sophisticated now. More in line with the year...well, with my present
year."  He was quite taken that Zac knew such stuff.

"And a Universal Asynchronous Receiver?"

"More multi universal. In theory he should be able to contact all his other
selves."

Jesse winked. "A bit like you, then, aye, Doctor?"

"That'll be enough of that."

Zac ignored them all. "Self charging?"

"Mostly," the Doctor said but, at the same time, K9 said, "Affirmative."

"And...oh my gosh," Zac scanned his eyes over K9. "A laser scan bubble
memory?"

"Something like that," the Doctor told him. "You're very knowledgeable for
a boy your age."

"Thanks," Zac smiled and then, a mischievous look on his face, added,
"Master."

K9 almost seemed to laugh. His tail wagged. The Doctor cleared his throat.

Even though the game ended and the celebration was on the main control room
screen, Hanson was disinterested in the game celebration. "This can't
be..."  Isaac looked at Jeremy and examined his face.

"What?"

"Human?"

"Well, we'll explain more later."  Jeremy smiled. "All you have to know is
that you're safe with us. The Doctor'd never let anything harm you."

"Well, I ...I do feel I can trust you."

"Good," Jeremy smiled.  "Now, can we get to and see the locker room before
the team returns to it?"

"Hey, schnikes," Isaac said in the slang of the 1990s. "We're supposed to
be touring in the locker room soon but right now we're really supposed to
be in the bathroom."

"I can fix that. Locker room here we come," the Doctor said as he ran
around the console room and flipped various switches. He pulled back a huge
double lever that looked very old and another that looked very new. The
central column rose up and down. "We're traveling to the locker room now
and a few moments into the past to give us some time."

"A time machine?"  Isaac asked.

"Yup."

"Are you...I know it seems incredible...but are you...alien?"

"Yup."

Isaac just stood there, taking that in. Taylor looked wide eyed at Zac, who
was just amazed and joyful. He seemed hyper.

To bring Isaac out of his shock, Jeremy moved to Isaac and said,
"Sometimes, it spins. Sometimes, it swooshes. Flies...drops out of the
sky. Flies into a hole in space time. And sometimes, it just kind of, you
know, careens..."  He motioned a huge wave with one arm and hand and then
his other arm and hand. Isaac looked at him, questioningly. He then broke
his "serious face" and laughed. The TARDIS appeared in a small alcove near
a locker, actually replacing a locker. They heard an audible landing
sound. Everyone felt a small jump as they were lifted a millimeter off the
ground and back again.

"Nice landing," Isaac said, sarcastically. His eyebrow was up.

"Thanks," the Doctor answered.

"Let's go out," Jeremy implored. "I want to see this."

"I wanna see more of the Doctor's lab..."  Zac insisted. He was at the
inner door to the insides of the rest of the TARDIS.

The Doctor nodded to Isaac who looked questioningly at Zac, who looked as
if he were pleading to Isaac. "He's in safe hands."

"Okay but five minutes."  Isaac smiled.

"Sure," Zac said.

"He'll be fine," Jeremy told Isaac, "Let's go."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdR9_FFeGRI

As Jeremy and Isaac and then Jesse and Taylor left, their own mischievous
glances passing between them, Zac looked at the door going into the TARDIS
and pushed it further open. "It's not going to be just five minutes, is
it?"

"Not a stitch," the Doctor admitted. "Ready to go see the land of dreams
and imagination?"

"Sure am, Doc."

The Doctor pushed past him and used his open hand to push the door open
further. As Zac followed, the Doctor stopped so Zac crashed into him. The
Doctor turned slightly. "Oh, one thing..."

"Yeah, Doc?"

"Don't call me, Doc."

"Okay. Doctor Foreman, it is."

"Oh, just Doctor will do. I'll give you a proper guided tour. Best if I do
it, K9'll lose his way."

"Negative, Master. Only I remember the way best."

"Oh, hush now, you little show off."

Giving a short laugh and a wave to K9, Zac nodded and followed the Doctor
into the TARDIS inner halls. "What's this?"  He had stopped by an open
door. Just inside the door, there was a pair of high boots that the Fourth
Doctor had worn a few times. The rest of the room was vast and stretched
out.  To one side was a pair of Wellington boots. The room looked elegant
and Georgian. There was a giant set of paintings on each wall, each showing
a pastel countryside scenario.

"Hmm?"  The Doctor had passed the open door already and had to
backtrack. He peered over Zac's shoulder. The boy, very young, wasn't much
shorter than the Doctor, who wasn't the tallest of Doctor's.  "Oh that,"
the Doctor said, disappointingly. "Boot cupboard. Not very interesting."

"Boot cupboard?" Zac peered in, "It's enormous!"

"Oh, there're much bigger rooms in the TARDIS. You'll love it," the Doctor
told him. "Come on."

"Doctor, just how big is the TARDIS?"

"Big? Very. No real constant. Relative dimensions. There are no solid
measurements in infinity. I suppose it is a bit over your head. Sorry,
didn't mean to be patronizing."

"I'd accuse you of that if I knew what that meant."

"You know what that means."

"I do?"

"I can tell you do."

"Do you read minds, too?"

"Only on odd days. Odd days are so...so..."

"Odd?"

"Yes, very. It's hard to tell what people are thinking on odd days."

"You're odd, Doc..."  Zac saw the Doctor's face at the use of "Doc," and
quickly added, "...tor."  He looked afraid.

The Doctor's face cracked and he smiled at Zac. "Come on, there's plenty
more to see than an old cupboard!"

"Without cups," Zac quipped.

The Doctor pointed. "That...that's very funny."

In the locker room, Jeremy and Isaac began to read the names of each
locker, moving deeper and deeper into the huge locker room. From outside,
they could hear cheers, lulls in the noise set aside for interviews, the
sound of opening wine bottles. Isaac nervously played with his long, bushy
hair. Jeremy glanced over at Jesse and Taylor, who had already caught each
other's eyes. They had that "love" look gazing into each other's
spirits. Their playful camaraderie hitting each other playfully, had
stopped but was replaced by a serious catch of each other's stare. Jeremy
grinned as he knew what would follow. Isaac was too into the locker name
viewing to notice that Jesse and Taylor were moving their bodies very close
together.  Taylor was looking at the ceiling one moment, curious at the
height of it and where it was in relation to the outer stadium, and the
next, looking at Jesse, who grew the serious face first. Jeremy thought,
"Jesse does not waste any time, does he?"

Taylor had already taken off his dark, athletic, baseball jacket and put it
on a bench. Jesse had taken that as a sign reading, "All full steam ahead."

"Your singing always did...does things to me. Touches me. The star spangled
banner gave me chills."

"That's all right. I'll tell ya what gives me chills."

Jesse moved in on Taylor's face, brushing the hair away with his right hand
and kissing his right cheek but close to those luscious lips. He followed
the first one quickly but not too quickly with a second gentle kiss smack
on those lips. Their heads turned slowly as they kissed. Jesse withdrew,
kissed, withdrew, and kissed again. He moved his hands onto Taylor's
shoulders easily. Taylor rubbed his own hands along Jesse's broad shoulders
and felt them up to his neck and down to his biceps. He rubbed his hands up
to Jesse's ears and threw the blond hair. He looked at Jesse and they
caught their look of joy and smiled, rubbing noses.

Jesse moved at him again and they spiraled as one, Jesse moving a little
more aggressively but he didn't want to scare Taylor away so he let Taylor
also circle him around to a net-like cage where the sports equipment were
kept, opposite a locker room shellacked, wooden bench. He let Taylor move
his back to the net and at the same time, Taylor worked on Jesse's
shirt. He unbuttoned the top shirt, only to look disappointed that there
was the short red one under that. It didn't deter him. He smiled and gently
but quickly lifted it over the pop star's straight, blond hair. His shirt
discarded, Jesse turned Taylor and they sort of rolled along the metal
gray, net wall. The cold on his back and the heat building up in his body
meshed to create a stimulant. His chest puffed up as he curved his back.

Jesse sighed as he lifted Taylor's bright red shirt over the longer blond
and curly hair. As Taylor helped him pull it over his face and discard it,
Jesse left him to it so that he could get his hands all over Taylor's
shoulders and he moved his face in to kiss his lower neck and then chest.

Taylor moved him out by holding his shoulders. They both thought about what
they were doing. Taylor looked suddenly serious or scared. Jesse smiled at
him. His green eyes glazed over and sort of emitted a glow to Taylor. Jesse
moved his hands over Taylor's fine, smooth, ample chest, the large saucer
nipples feeling stiff and yet vulnerable. He was sure his ministrations
made them grew harder. Jesse moved his hands down the chest to the hips,
spreading his grip on the boy. He moved slowly to the pants and checked
Taylor's gaze for approval. Taylor nodded so Jesse undid the belt buckle
and button beneath. He slipped under the tighty whiteys and from both
sides, slicked his hands up and down on Taylor's penis. In his side grips,
he could feel the blood surging through Taylor's shaft, and it felt so good
to Jesse to have it inflate, literally in his hands even though he didn't
have a tight grip. He looked down quickly but then back up at Taylor for a
long, hard gaze.

Taylor felt Jesse's lips press gently against his again so he put his left
hand up the right side of Jesse's head, feeling his hand eventually stop on
the bright blond hair. They moved along the wall, Taylor trying to turn
Jesse again as their lips locked tighter. Jesse put his hand on the left
bicep of Taylor and moved it up the arm. He used this move to turn Taylor
easily into the wall but Taylor sort of resisted and was only half
turned. Jesse let go and turned him some more and moved his mouth to the
right shoulder blade of Taylor. Taylor, now fully with his front against
the wall, the flesh moving slightly through the metal netting grid, put
both hands up slowly as if he were being arrested. Jesse moved his left arm
under Taylor's arm pit and as he did so, held him so that he could kiss the
middle of his back and move that kiss upward as he took his total body and
slightly jerked upward, placing his front against Taylor's back,
pressing. As Taylor felt great gently rocking, he could feel Jesse kiss the
middle of his back, slink his head up the nape of his neck and kiss there
as well, and reach up with his mouth to kiss his cheek and then do it all
over again. "Geeze...sus," Taylor huffed to the wall. He moved his own
mouth up and down the netting, putting his tongue along it. Opening and
closing his own mouth.

With his right hand, Jesse felt Taylor's hair, ear, and head. His left hand
embraced Taylor's front. He felt up the chest and palmed the nipple, then
fingered it. Jesse jerked up Taylor and entered him.  His body, heated up,
and felt good laying against Taylor's. Taylor's backside felt warm as did
his back where Jesse's entire muscular frame tightened against but his
front felt cold due to the metal netting. The contrast made him hard as he
could be. He also felt wet at his dick head. His body sweated and it felt
good. Jesse sniffed and thought it smelled great.  He pulled his pants down
to his ankles and then did the same to Taylor. Jesse pushed up into Taylor
but made sure he was gentle and slow.

"How does that feel?"

"Beyond great."  Taylor huffed.

"You, okay then?

"Better than okay."

Jesse sighed as he went into Taylor again. He slid in and a bit out, in and
out, in and out. Each rhythmic motion made both males feel good. Jesse's
seed let loose into the tight tunnel and made the pleasure double. Jesse
moaned. Taylor moaned.


Jeremy led Isaac to an adjoining area of the locker room, which was a sort
of L shape. The other two were out of eye range. That was Jeremy's plan. He
didn't how Isaac would respond to his own brother messing around with Jesse
or vice versa. Isaac opened one of the empty locker doors.

Isaac settled on putting his long hair stuck behind his ears.  "Wow,
geeze. Sure is big in there, isn't it? What do they need all that space
for?"  He leaned on the door and looked inside. His long legs reached to
one side. "I didn't realize how tired I am. That was kinda stressful."

"You okay?"  Jeremy moved to him and behind him and rubbed his shoulders,
behind his neck, and up and down.

"Sure. That feels really good. Oh, yeah, that hit the spot."

"Want me to stop?"

"Only if you're tuckered out."

"So, your careers are really taking off."  Jeremy massaged Isaac's
shoulders and then back up to his neck. He moved his hands down to Isaac's
arms, from behind.

Isaac turned to him, "Yeah. It's great. I mean we never dreamed it would go
this far. I mean look at where we are."

"A manly man's locker room?"  Jeremy laughed.

Isaac laughed, too. He moved back to the door and leaned on it. "Again,
though, man what do they put in there? I mean they could sleep in
there. There are some apartments that aren't that large..."

Jeremy moved his arms to Isaac's front and took the sleeves of his
jacket. "They put...this in there."  He took the jacket off and hung it in
on a hook in the empty locker. Isaac looked at his jacket. He
smiled. Jeremy, he expected, was going to retrieve it and return
it. Instead, he was surprised when Jeremy invaded his personal space again
and took the sleeves of his long sleeve shirt and took it off. Isaac was
now bare chested in the locker room. "And they put this on this ..."  he
hung the shirt up. He returned, bending. He moved his hands to Isaac's belt
and he undid it and then slowly pulled it from Isaac's waist, his eyes
locking with the other man's. He smiled as the pull seemed to last a long
time.

Isaac felt the slow withdrawal of the belt and it gave him a tingle. All
over the circumference of his waist. The tingle grew from there in both
directions, up to his upper body and down to his lower...which began to
rise in the right place.

Jeremy gazed at Isaac, giving him the look. Isaac was wide eyed. He knew
what was happening and wasn't sure what to do about it. Jeremy was seducing
him. And his body told him...as did his mind...that he liked it. "Very
muscular for a tall, skinny boy."

"Oh, you don't like?"

"Oh, I like very much."  Jeremy moved to brace Isaac against the open
locker door which gave with both their weight. It swung, with both of them
leaning against it to the wall. They landed, Jeremy on Isaac. Front to
front. Isaac wasn't sure when Jeremy took his own shirt off but the boy was
bare chested, too.  Jeremy ran his hands through Isaac's long hair.  "Tell
me to stop if you want me to stop."

"I won't..."  Isaac put his arms on the locker door behind him to brace
himself.

Jeremy rubbed from hair to neck to shoulders. The musculature was nice,
hard to the touch. The tan of his skin was left over from a long, hot
summer. His own shirt was over the locker's door behind Isaac, who could
smell Jeremy on the shirt.  "Sinewy."  He shifted his eyes down. The curve
lines from hips to the lower region were enticing. There was also a slight
treasure trail, the thinnest of hair.  Jeremy opened Isaac's pants, Isaac
trying to help but having to hold on again and wriggling beneath Jeremy's
stronger hands. Jeremy took his time and felt the heat come off Isaac. When
he finished, he made for his own pants. The air between them was soon
filled with penises mingling.  "I mean if you don't want me to do anything
I'm doing to you, tell me to stop at any time."

"Don't. Don't stop," Isaac gasped as Jeremy rubbed his hands over his back
in a hug. Isaac put his arms around Jeremy, too. As Jeremy pushed on him
however, he had to put his hands back to the door to hold on. "Bring it
on..."

"If I'm too rough..."

"Not rough enough..."  Isaac shut his eyes as Jeremy nibbled on his neck.

Jeremy put his hands on Isaac's shoulders and felt the sinews beneath. The
door bumped back and then forward. This had the effect of Jeremy rocking
backward a bit toward the open locker itself but it didn't stop him. He
rocked back into Isaac and licked down abs, into his navel, and out. He
rubbed the other's hips and sides. He licked upward to Isaac's ribs. Jeremy
then stood up fully and kissed Isaac, their dicks mingling again and sword
fighting.  Jeremy put his hands over Isaac's. He made Isaac hold on. "Grab
on tighter."  He bent down, mouthed Isaac's dick into with his lips,
flicked his tongue at the head slit, and kept moving down. He grabbed both
legs. "Up."

"I am, Jeremy."

"No, your feet. Pick em up."

Isaac's sneakers were soon thrown to the top cradle in the locker. Jeremy
continued his faux lesson. "Sneakers should be placed away from the other
clothes for hygiene. A top cubicle is just what the doctor ordered. And
that left...the panting at the pants..."  He made his face come close to
Isaac's penis and he panted there.  He bent down further and removed
Isaac's pants and flung them. "And the pants they just throw on the bottom
of the locker. "

"No room for pants?"

"Not out here!"  Jeremy dove back to the dick and sucked it fully.

Isaac groaned and moaned. He held on tighter as Jeremy's advances made him
feel stronger and stronger. He wanted to burst out behind and ahead.  Isaac
jerked but held onto the door behind him. "Ohhhhh."  His hair sprang out
from behind his ears and dropped forward as he jerked his head as Jeremy
jerked his other head. He looked down at Jeremy's ministrations. His hair
further hung. He reached out a few times to touch the muscular bare upper
back of his sucker but the force of the waves of sexual energy that coursed
through him, made so that he was sent back, almost riveted to the locker
door behind him. A stray thought of "would the door imprint on his back"
was lost with a twist of Jeremy's mouth.

"You're hung."  Jeremy said in between suckages. He felt Isaac was ready to
blow so he rose up, let the penis dangle but instead of dangling for long,
it rose up and stuck up at Jeremy's hip. It soon centered itself on his
stomach and entered his navel a bit. Jeremy tightened his abs and that made
it feel even better. He pressed himself into Isaac. "You're...you're really
vascular. It...it's hot."  He pressed his entire body into Isaac's and
Isaac moved his face into Jeremy's. They breathed on each other. They were
in each other's faces. Isaac found he was more able to let go and use his
own power to equal Jeremy's so that he wouldn't be totally pushed against
the door. He gripped Jeremy's butt cheeks with two hands and pushed into
him. Jeremy pushed back, holding Isaac's shoulders but then reaching under
his arms and holding his lower back. Their tongues fought for dominance,
their lips moving into each other's. Jeremy gummed Isaac's lower lip. Isaac
breathed into him. "You smell so fresh."


"Can you do push ups?"  Jesse asked Taylor.

"What? Yeah. Sure, can't you?"

"Sure can but it's not the push ups I wanna try. I always wanted to do..."
Jesse explained as he maneuvered Taylor to the push up position on the
floor, removing all his clothes, except for his socks.  "...this..."

"You're sure we're not gonna be..."

Jesse put himself on top of Taylor. "Don't have a cow, man. It'll be fine."

"...discovered?"

"Do the push up already," Jesse said.  Taylor obeyed.

"That good?"

"Terrific!"  Jesse put his hands on the floor in front of Taylor and did a
handstand and pushed his body up so that his hands were flat on the ground
and his arms were straight out and up, his head dangling above his hands,
his entire body upside down. "Tell me if you can't handle this."  Jesse
lowered his feet, bending his body so that his socked toes were touching
either cheek of Taylor's. "Can you handle this?"

"This is hot!"  Taylor at push up level, had his head at Jesse's
face. Basically, Jesse was an upside-down L shape, while Taylor met his
face, his body as a straight line, feet spread, arms spread at push up
position. "Oh shiznit! This is phat!"

"I'm not fat!"

"It's an expression."

"Shut up phat boy and kiss me again!"  Jesse and Taylor's mouths met again
and again, tongues passed into each other's.  Jesse's head was upside-down
to Taylor's but they locked mouths anyway.  Taylor lowered himself and
Jesse's lips followed. Taylor rose up and down along Jesse's face, above at
first, then below slightly. As he pushed up, their faces moved along each
other's, their lips finding new places, their tongues rubbing up and down,
over and under.

Taylor found his dickhead was hitting the clear floor. Fortunately he had
pulled his underwear back up after Jesse jazzed inside him. He found
himself getting harder and harder and wet again. "Oh gonna blow my taco
stand in a minute, man!"

Jesse didn't hear him the first time, "What?"  They kissed some more, his
head upside-down and trying to keep up with Taylor's moving mouth as he
pushed up and then down. Up and then down. "You ready to give?"

"Hells yeah!"  Taylor said and Jesse took his feet off Taylor's butt cheeks
and launched himself to one side using his arms. He slid under Taylor, head
first, head stopping at Taylor's crotch. He whipped his hands to the
underwear band and whipped them down. Taylor's ample penis emerged,
flopping out and sticking down at him. It dripped with pre cum, which Jesse
caught in his mouth.

"MMMMMM!"

Jesse took both hands and wrapped around Taylor's shaft, rubbing pre cum
from the slit down the shaft with his thumbs! Taylor jerked in his push up,
"I can't hold up!"

"I'd say you're holding up just fine!"  Jesse raised his upper body so that
his mouth could reach Taylor's cock and he opened wide. He took the cock
inside his mouth and moved his head all the way to the crotch. There was
just about no pubes there. He figured Taylor shaved or was naturally that
way. Maybe he was from Denmark or had some Viet or other Asian genes in
him. They were usually hairless. Or maybe he was just that young. Jesse
took the entire load into his mouth and swallowed. Taylor gasped over and
over again as the feelings overwhelmed him. The lumps of cum that made
their way through his shaft bubbled through and just as one passed, another
emerged and made its way after the first and the second and the
third. Jesse's eyes opened wide. Taylor was lowering.

"My arms...you'd better get out of there!"  Taylor warned.

"No need."  Jesse reached up and took his hands to Taylor's hips and held
him up. He could feel Taylor's body go limp even if the boy's penis did
not. "A few more!"  He put his mouth back to dick and took some more. When
he tired, he moved around, penis in mouth, giving Taylor's mushroom head
even more unbelievable feelings. Tingling. Sideways motions. Swivel.
Jerk. More cum. Jesse turned so that his head was facing Taylor's upper
body and he inched along, letting the penis out of his mouth finally. Cum
flew onto his chest and as Jesse slid himself up toward Taylor's head, the
cum lines were like long sticky spider web lakes that attached Jesse to
Taylor, slicking up their bare boy flesh between them. Jesse reached
Taylor's face and then let go of the hips. He had been holding Taylor up as
he moved along the upper body. They hugged each other tightly. They felt
the sticky cum between them and slipping out from between their hips, ribs,
chest, covering nipples.

"Shit. Zac might come out any moment."

"You did."

"Very funny. What the hell am I doing?"

"What you want to do."

"I love you."

"Me, too."

They laid there for a moment in each other's arms. Taylor shut his eyes. "I
could just stay like this forever."

"Me, too."


In the console room, Zac looked at the screen on the TARDIS console. It was
showing the police box. "What's with the police box if you don't work with
the police all the time? I mean for them? I mean why does it look like
that? Is it a cloaking device."

K9 landed near Zac's feet.  "It is called a chameleon circuit. The TARDIS
is meant to disguise itself where ever it lands."  Zac bent down to
listen. He turned his head upward as the Doctor stood over him and
finished.

"Like if this were Ancient Rome, it'd be a statue on a plinth or
something."  The Doctor moved buttons on the console to make the scanner
show where the crowd of players were going. "But when I landed in the
1960s, it disguised itself as a police box...and the circuit got stuck."

Zac stood up and nodded. "So it copied a real thing. There actually were
police boxes?"

"Yeah, on street corners. In England, mostly. It was actually an idea that
started in America but...you know, we built on it. I mean the British
did. Clever all of them, Americans and Britons. So they were on street
corners in England. Phone for help before they had radios and mobiles. If
they arrested someone, they could shove them inside until help came. Like a
little prison cell."

"THIS is hardly a prison. I could get lost in here forever."

"Affirmative Zac biped."

"Oh, K9, do shut up."

K9 lowered his head. Zac bent down to him again. "Oh, K9, don't sulk."  He
scratched the metal under K9's chin. K9 lifted his head.

"That is pleasing to this unit."

"Oh, good," Zac told him. He glanced up at the Doctor. "Why don't you just
fix the circuit?"

"I like it. Don't you?"

Zac thought about it. A pause.  "I love it," Zac finally said.

"The team's returning. We'd better leave," the Doctor observed. "I do wish
those boys didn't keep breaking their cell phones."

"Why?"

"I have to tell them to get back here."

"I hear those doors..."  Zac pointed out.

In the dimensional rift between outside and inside, Jesse and Taylor were
still putting on their clothes. Just before Jesse pulled shut the exterior
doors completely, they heard the sounds of the team approaching. The Doctor
pushed the lever with the red button on top of it to open the inner doors
and Taylor and Jesse piled in, still dressing. "I thought as much."

Zac came from around the other side of the console but the two boys
straightened out, finished dressing. "Thought what, Dr. Foreman?"

"Eh, doctor who? What's he talking about?"  Jesse asked.

"Eh, uh..."  The Doctor searched for an excuse.  "I thought that they'd be
late..."

"Naw," Jesse joked, "We weren't premature."

Taylor nudged Jesse and smiled. "You're so bad."

"That's me. Bad boy."

Jeremy and Isaac heard the team arriving back toward the locker room
area. They both did not care. It made their sex hotter. The warmth of the
heaters that has been turned on just recently melded with the slight cold
of a Florida October, and the exploding tingling of feeling so good, so
naked, and so thrilling. Isaac felt complete as Jeremy kissed him but he
would feel even more so in a few seconds. Jeremy moved slightly away from
Isaac. He saw a look of disappointment falter over Isaac's ideal "joy"
face.  It only lasted a few moments. Isaac was treated to the sight as
Jeremy stroked himself gently. Then, before he knew it, Isaac found his
upper legs over the upper arms of Jeremy.  Jeremy held Isaac up and Isaac
nodded, realizing what he had to do to help.  Isaac was angled so that his
anus was facing Jeremy's penis and both were open to full effect. This was
so Jeremy could enter Isaac gently, calmly, and slowly.  The warmth against
each body made them tingle, almost as one. Isaac reached back and held
himself up using his hands grasped on the top of the locker door. His
incredible biceps flexed and he held himself up for Jeremy as Jeremy delved
inside him. Jeremy reached his head up to Isaac's face and kissed his
cheek, his lips, and his nose and ear as he entered him, backed out,
entered him, backed out. Isaac moaned as his body felt as if it wanted to
exit through the door behind him and at the same time, rise up through the
roof. "Ohhhh, that...that's so this week! Oh man, that's great."

"I'm ready ta..."  Jeremy threw his head back and then forward into Isaac's
ample chest as he cam inside him and then pulled out in the middle of his
cumming. It splashed up and down Isaac's chest, neck, and left ear.  "Oh
gawd!!!!"

"Oh, me again!"  Isaac gasped and moaned louder.

Jeremy held those muscular legs tight. "Me, as well!"


"I think they're coming," Jesse told the Doctor in the console room.

"Where're the others?"  The Doctor asked.

Taylor just shook his head, indicating he did not know.

Isaac shook but Jeremy lowered the boy's legs so that his feet touched the
floor again. Jeremy moved into his body slowly so that his front parts
touched Isaac's front parts. Their chests met, their legs mingled. Isaac's
dick parted and spilled contents all up Jeremy's lower and upper abs,
shooting a second burst higher than the first, blasting a river of white
bombardment up and wide. It landed on Jeremy's chin, neck, and chest,
dropping some clumps to the gutter between his pecs and the gutters of his
abs. Both boys were panting heavily. They heard the doors open from outside
and lots of loud noise of celebrating players. Talking would have been
useless. Their clothes in the locker already, Jeremy took Isaac's shoulders
and led him into the locker. Isaac took the netting of the door and closed
it after them. They were in the dark of the locker and with the netting,
they could still be seen if players entered the room. The players did enter
the first area and were about to enter their area.

"Oh, uhm, K9, show Zac the room with Kitt 10 in it."

"Master. This unit does not want to."

"K9, don't be a bad dog," the Doctor commanded.

K9's ears stopped moving and he made a sound like "Woooo," that a dog
whimpering might. His tail stopped wagging.

"Oh, come on, K9, you can do it. I'll protect you against Kitt 10."

K9 picked his head up and his tail began to wag again.  "This unit does not
need your protect, young one, however I shall accompany you to see Kitt
10. He and I used to be good friends."

Zac nodded. "Lead on then, MacDuff!"

As the boy and metal dog left the control room, the Doctor scanned. Jesse
asked Taylor, "MacDuff?"

"He reads a lot."  Taylor shrugged.  "Influence of home schooling..."

"Jeremy there, was home schooled, too," Jesse motioned to the scanner on
the wall and it showed Jeremy and Isaac huddled in the dark locker holding
their clothes.

"I bet not in what he just did to my brother...if you two are..."

Jesse cut him off. "We have an open relationship."

"Yeah," Taylor murmured, "I figured as much seeing all that was just
opened."

"Now who's being bad?"

Taylor laughed. "I ...my brother and I aren't..."

"Course not," Jesse said without much conviction.

"What are we gonna do?"  Isaac whispered to Jeremy. They were both bent,
crouched down, knees bent.

Jeremy shushed him. "Shhhh."  He looked out the netting and saw feet
approaching.

"Hey."  Isaac turned to the back wall of the locker. "Look at this."

Jeremy turned to him.  "Let's move..."  He pushed Isaac. The back wall of
the locker interior was, incredibly, one side of the TARDIS doors. It did
not fill the entire locker but most of it. The top of the door must have
been above the locker. What mattered to the boys was that it opened
inwardly and the boys crawled in. Jeremy shut the door and the TARDIS began
to take off.

In the dark of the "hallway" alcove, Jeremy relaxed, leaning back in the
small space. Isaac did the same and laughed. After a moment, he looked to
the other boy and leaned in. Jeremy had his hands on the ground supporting
himself, his legs spread out in front of him. Isaac moved from that
position to over Jeremy and he leaned in and kissed him. Jeremy leaned
forward to support himself as he hugged Isaac.

TARDIS vanished from the locker room.

TARDIS vanished from the bathroom.

The bathroom...a few seconds...The TARDIS appeared---this time quite
slowly, first as a ghost like wraith, then a bit more color added in, then
finally, the full form filled in.  It was in the bathroom again and in the
same spot. Taylor, Jesse, Jeremy, and Isaac, now all cleaned up and dressed
watched the scanner display the same bathroom. "Are you sure?"  Isaac asked
the Doctor.

"It's just a second after we left," the Doctor explained. "You can get out
now, have time to take a squeegee, wash your hands, and go to your body
guards, family and friends. They'll be waiting. And while they are...you,
me, your brothers, Jesse and Jeremy are all in the locker room having...a
good...uhm, time ...look...looking around."

Zac and K9 returned from the inner TARDIS. "Amazing. A robot cat. See, K9,
you got on well with Kitt."

"Kitt-Ten doesn't like to get out much these days, prefers being in the
TARDIS."  The Doctor opened the doors with the lever. He clasped his own
hands together. "Welp, this is goodbye."

Taylor came to him and shook his arm loose and shook his hand with the
other hand. "Thanks, Doc..."

"He doesn't like Doc..."

"...tor."

Isaac did the same. "Thanks for showing all this to us. We'll keep it all
to ourselves."

"I will say, you made me feel better," Zac told the Doctor. He motioned for
the Doctor to bend down slightly and come forward. Confused, the Doctor
did. Zac kissed him on the cheek. The Doctor sniggered.

"Oh, oh, my."

"Thank you, Doctor. Bye K9."

"Good wishes go with you, young master," K9 told him. Zac winked at him.

"Good bye," the Doctor said wistfully.

Taylor hugged Jesse and shook Jeremy's hand. Isaac did the opposite. As Zac
passed them, he said, "And thank you two for showing my brothers a good
time."  Zac turned back to the Doctor, "Don't forget me."

"Oh, Zac, don't you forget me."  He rubbed his own nose. "And who knows,
perhaps we'll be seeing each other again, some time zone soon."

"Promise?"

"Promise."  The Doctor smiled at him and waved one hand and moved his arm
up and down as he waved. "Till we meet again, Zac."

Zac left. Taylor and Isaac were following when they stopped at the
door. "Do you think he knows..."

"Knows what?"

"C'mon Isz, I saw what you and he were doing. And he and I..."  Taylor
pointed at Jesse, "... did the same thing..."

Moving closer to the central column console, and leaning his back against
it, Jesse smiled at Jeremy, who shrugged. "It's those old time locker room
smells. Gets me horny every time."

"I know what you mean," Jesse exclaimed.

"You think Zac suspects?"  Isaac asked Taylor.

"Yeah," Taylor told him as they walked out. "He's not a stupid kid."

After they exited, the Doctor closed the doors using the lever on the
console. "No, he's not."  The Doctor's face looked as if he were thinking
of another time and place.  He brought himself out of it.  "Nice boy."

"He fancies you," Jesse said.

"Yeah," Jeremy agreed.

"What?"

Jesse winked. "That kiss?"

The Doctor countered, "A friendly peck goodbye."

"That's what they all say."  Jesse nudged Jeremy with an elbow.


Outside, the game ended again. The crowd cheered. Everyone stood up and
yelled. Abner did the same thing, along with the rest of the massive crowd
of baseball fans. His wife stood up a few seconds after everyone else
did. She never really understood or liked baseball. She was about to ask
him something but he grabbed her. "Gladys, we're rich! RICH!"

"WHAT?"

"It's because of some very special people!"

"Who?"

Abner shrugged. "Who might be one of them."  He looked to the seats in
front of him.  "Because of them, dear."  Abner pointed as Jeremy left the
stand and moved down the exit ramp, the crowd still engaged in the win of
the Florida team. Watching the Doctor, Jeremy and Jesse was Abner and
Gladys. The Doctor nodded for Jesse to go. Then, after a beat, the Doctor
followed.

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EXTRAS: CUT SCENE: I wasn't happy with the way this sequence moved from one
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"Well, now that you've ruined the end of the game for me..."

"You know everything else about everything else in every other time, I
thought you knew."  Jeremy shrugged.

Jesse pointed, "Look, they're going to the bathroom or something."

"With a ton of security," the Doctor said.

"TARDIS?"  Jesse asked.

"Yeah, one at a time," the Doctor reluctantly said.

Jeremy left the stand and moved down the exit ramp. The Doctor nodded for
Jesse to go not long after Jeremy left. Then, after a beat, the Doctor
followed. He moved to the ramp and slightly jerked himself sideways to
under the bleachers. Sitting there in the dark, lights off, was the
TARDIS. He entered.  "This is against my better nature..."  Jeremy and
Jesse looked at the controls and shrugged as they looked at each other,
both with gleeful faces on.

Zac was upset in the bathroom.  "They boo-ed us."

"Shrug it off, kiddo," Isaac told him, bending down. "Is that why you
wanted to come to the bathroom? To complain?"

At a urinal, long haired Taylor looked back at them. "Not me. I really had
to go."

"I do, too," Isaac stood up fully and Zac smiled.

"You drink too much," Zac told him.

"Yeah, soda," Isaac reminded him. They moved to urinals, one on either side
of Taylor. They sighed. They heard the sounds of the game from where they
were. "Sports people...sports will be the death of us all."

Zac laughed.

"What the hell is that?"  Zac asked.

"Pipes?"  Isaac suggested.  The "pipes" wheezed and moaned and groaned as
if someone were playing keys across piano wire. Reverb and a boom and a
hard landing sound. Zac looked around him as he finished whizzing.

It was actually the TARDIS appearing behind them in a partition as if the
thing was sticking into the side of the TARDIS and out the other side.  It
seemed embedded in the white tile. Jeremy and Jesse emerged first. The
Doctor followed. They went to urinals near Hanson. Isaac looked to the
side, "Hey, how'd you get in..."  His eyes widened as he saw Jeremy's cock.
"...here..."

"We had to go bad," Jeremy told him.

"Hi, I'm Jesse," Jesse finished quick and put his hand out to Taylor.

Taylor zipped up, "I...haven't washed my hands yet."

"Oh, don't matter to me. Normally it would but god darn it, you're fucking
Hanson!"  Jesse said and grabbed his hand and shook it.

"Yeah, should we call security?"  Isaac asked.

"No, we're harmless," the Doctor said.

Jesse whispered to Jeremy, "Knew he'd go for the tall one, he likes em
big."

"We're actually guests, too," the Doctor said and showed them his psychic
paper. "See. Doctor Von Braun and plus two. They're my plus two."

"You're some kind of secret agent?"  Zac came up to the Doctor.

"Sorta. Not really. Scientist. Very hush-hush."

"So why'd you reveal yourself to us?"  Isaac asked, suspicious.

Jeremy moved to him. "We heard what happened and wanted to find out if you
were all all right."

"We're fine," Isaac said.

Taylor was eyeing up Jesse. "Well, let's not rush into that assumption so
fast, Isaac..."  Jesse winked at him and smiled.

"What's this?"  Zac ran to the partition that housed the TARDIS, seemingly
cutting it in half.

"Nice landing," Jesse scoffed at the Doctor.

"That's my traveling lab. Wanna see inside?"

"Boy, do I ever," Zac felt the doors at the middle where they met each
other. "It's humming. As if...as if it were alive. With some kind of
power."

The Doctor put a finger to his own mouth and one to Zac's, "Shhh. Hush
hush. Remember?"

"Hey, the team's not in the locker room," Jesse said, "Can we see the
locker room?"

END OF ALTERNATE SCENE