Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 21:21:29 -0400
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jeremy and Jesse 144

The motorcycle creature roars. Jesse: "He just said donate to Nifty or
you're next, fuckers."

"We'll save you but we only can in the story if the story stays on line and
it can only stay on line," Jeremy explains, "If you fucking donate!"

The Doctor: "DONATE!"     http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html


THIS EPISODE AND THIS ENTIRE STORYLINE WITH THE BRIG is dedicated to the
late, great Nicholas Courtney!

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NOTE: A great deal of the stuff in this episode really happened and a lot
of the characters are based on real people and many of the real life events
mentioned or happening, really happened.

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http://www.shirtless.tk/2011/08/jesse-mccartney.html


DOCTOR WHO, JEREMY, AND JESSE  part 144


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKbT8KYiEwI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlxW2sd4SFw


"Doctor's Data time log, 45,000 Year Diary. Thursday, July 3rd,
2008. Robert Moses Beach.  Early morning about 6: 55 AM. While the
Brigadier and I were investigating more deaths by the mysterious motorcycle
creature, my two companions were having a rest at Robert Moses
Beach...unaware that they were being watched by other men in black and from
another spot two...mutant animals...but which of these two groups was more
dangerous?"

Seagull sounds of morning. Rising sun on the gentle summer breeze. Warm
air. Calm. The ocean was barely moving. Jeremy was on his side now and
Jesse had dropped off him onto the sand, his belly to the warm
sand. Jeremy's gaze as he opened his crust covered eyes was to the
east. Jesse looked up. What he saw made him spring up. An apple with white
dove wings flew up in front of Jesse, who looked at it amazed...with wide
eyed wonder. He almost smiled. He swallowed. "Jer...Jer...?"  The apple
seemed to him to regard him with some emotion but Jesse was not sure what
that emotion was. "Well," he thought, "It's not trying to kill me yet so
that's a good sign. Jer, would you wake up please?"  The wings fluttered as
it lowered itself to the ground to settle. "Jeremy?"  The apple took off
again, flapping its wings some more.  "Jeremy?"

Binoculars were watching the scene from the north dunes.


Behind the binocular was a man. Next to him were two more men, all of them
wearing black suits, black button shirts, black shades, and black
ties. Even large, scientific looking, black watches on their right wrists.

A man's voice said, "Those things are being drawn to them for some reason."


"We have to capture them. We have to get them both now!"


STING at TITLE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=we7BNW8UqZw

THE HARD RIDER (another sting)
 OF DEATH

Part 1


Wide shot of the beach. Jesse and Jeremy on the beach. Zoom in on the men
in black who are perched on the dune...

"Number one, this is your Colonel Masters. Negative on that. You are not to
"get them both now" at any cost. Do you copy?"

"Yes, Masters."  Number One called back. "We understand."

Number Two asked, "We do?"

"Shhh."

"Keep a trace on them and don't let them out of your sight. Try to follow
the mutants as well."

"That will be difficult."

"Yes, I know it will be difficult. That's why I have you out there and I'm
not out there myself, Number two."

"I'm number one."

"Yes, I wasn't referring to your designation. I was referring to your
quality."

"Huh? Oh, wait. I get it now."

"Sigh."

"Jesse, could you come over here and look at this?"  Jeremy said at the
exact same time that Jesse said, "Jeremy, can you come over here and look
at this?"

For Jeremy was on his side staring at a small finch that had one leg. He
didn't want to startle it. It was very close to the tent and yet on the
sand. It hopped. Then, it sat down, bending its one leg. The thing Jeremy
noticed immediately was that the leg was in the center of the bird's body
as if it belonged there from birth. He quietly removed himself from the
position he was in, most of his body out of the tent with a bit of his
lower legs still in it. He used his hands and arms to lift himself up and
slowly drew his legs into a crouching position. He lowered himself to look
at the bird. It hopped back and to do so it had to lift itself. This
revealed its one leg again. Jeremy looked under it. The leg was not a
deformity from what he could tell. There was no spot where the other leg
had been broken off. In fact, the bird looked entirely at peace with itself
and serene. It sat down again. Jeremy crawled closer to it. It lifted
itself again and hopped on its centered leg. He noticed the foot had three
segmented toe claws branching off from the lone foot.

On the other side, Jesse was in almost the same position. Staring at an
apple with dove wings that was flying in front of his face. He smiled as it
opened its mouth. He saw teeth and thought the thing almost smiled back at
him. His eyes were wide and his whole face had a "what the fuck?" but "this
is amazing" look of wonderment. Jeremy adapted the same look. His bird
inched closer to him as if it wanted to be pet. Then, it turned toward the
dunes. Both boys sat up on their knees, knees touching the sand more
directly now. Jesse noticed his apple dove turned toward the dunes, also.

Jeremy grabbed Jesse's arm while Jesse grabbed Jeremy's arm and they swung
each other into the other's former position. The things turned back to the
boys again. There was a new face for each to admire.

"What da fuck?"  Jesse stared at the one legged, content bird while
Jeremy's eyes grew wide at the apple dove. He could feel the wind created
by the flapping wings as it started to lower itself to his face and then
move up a bit higher. Once more, the two things turned to the dunes and
back again. As if they said goodbye, the two birds flapped and took off
into the sky.  Jesse breathed hard. "That was amazing!"

"You saw that, right?"  They both said to each other. They both nodded.

Standing upright, Jeremy puffed. "The Doctor and that Brig fellow are
right. Something strange sure is going on on Long Island."

"We'd better go tell the Doctor," Jesse told him as he put his hand out and
Jeremy put his hand in it to pull him up.

"Yeah," Jeremy said with more than a hint of disappointment in having to
leave.

Jesse laughed. "We've been here all night."

"I know. It's just now that we're back on Earth for a time...I just hoped
for some peace and quiet."

Jesse picked up two towels and swung them out to get rid of the
sand. "Peace and quiet? Dude...we're with the Doctor...how much peace and
quiet do you think we're gonna get?"

"Well, I guess we just had it, huh?"

"Maybe. When we get back to him, we're probably gonna have to go into the
woods and track down Bigfoot or the Yeti or something."

Jeremy started to undo the tent pole. "You're probably right. Probably have
us tracking UFOs to Area 51 or Roswell..."

Jesse laughed. "Luckily, he already knows the Loch Ness monster so we don't
have to go there..."

Jeremy laughed. "Right now, he's probably hatching up the most unpleasant
plan that will take us to the most unloved place, most unpleasant place on
Long Island..."

A few hours later at the Doctor's house in the living room...

"A gay bar?"  The Brig asked the Doctor at his home.

The boys entered in their speedos, the Brig covered his brow and turned
away, "My word..."

Jesse told him, "It's just the human body, Briggie, baby."

"Yes but not every human body is so..."

The Doctor motioned his head for them to go down the hall to change and the
two boys started down that hall on the south side of the house.

"What?"  Jesse stopped and turned toward the Brig.

"So fit."

"Why, thank you, sir."


After they changed...Jeremy had on a dark blue tank top and black dungarees
with blue sneakers.

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Jesse wore a light tan/almost white sleeveless vest that hung down past his
hips. It was open and revealed the crack between his pecs, if not his pecs
themselves, and his tight, flat stomach. He had on two watches, a ring on
his fourth finger on his right hand, and short cut blue gym shorts that
just about reached his knees. The vest had orange lines on the sleeves, one
on each side. The pull strings were orange, too as were the lines that were
slightly angled on the front side of the vest. It had a short hood that
hung back.  http://www.shirtless.tk/2011/08/jesse-mccartney.html

The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

Jesse put his hands out. "What? It's summer. And it's hot."

"It's hot all right," the Doctor replied.

"It's perfectly all right in my book, Doctor," the Brig interjected.

"Thank you, Brigadier."

"Well, at least you didn't call me Briggie," the Brig laughed.

"We have to hunt this monster... I'll explain on the way..."  the Doctor
started.

"To where? Another unloved, unpleasant place?"  Jeremy asked.

The Doctor shrugged. "Depends on your point of view, I guess. A gay bar."

"...a gay bar?"  Jeremy asked. "You want us to go to a gay bar?"

"You were right. A most unpleasant, unloved place?"

Jeremy put a hand on Jesse's back. "You don't..."

Jesse turned and put a hand on Jeremy's back. "Okay."

Jesse paused, behind Jeremy, a hand on his back. He looked at the Doctor
and the Brig. They were in the Doctor's living room near a sliding back
door. The central air conditioner made them feel less heated from the
notion.  The Doctor nodded. "Yeah, tomorrow night? Can you both go?"

"Uhhh, yeah!"  Jeremy said, excited.

Jesse turned to the glass door. "Jesse?"  The Doctor asked him.  "Is it too
soon? Is that a problem?"

Jesse faced the outside. Hot summer sun on the Doctor's fully brick
patio. It was built in the 1970s and held up well. An overhead wooden roof,
stained red. Jesse turned back to him. "Yeah, why not. It'll be a blast."

"Not worried about it?"  The Doctor asked.

"Naw," Jesse answered.

"Brigadier?"

The Brig snorted as he laughed. "What? Me? In a pu...I...I don't think
anyone wants me there. I'm a bit...passed it."

Jeremy turned to look at the Doctor. He turned to the Brig and moved to him
and put an arm around the big guy. "Hey, there Brigadier. Age is only a
number. Fuc...hell, I'm in love with a ...how year old?"  He glanced at the
Doctor.

The Doctor shrugged and smiled. "By now, it could be one million...I just
lost track."

"Impressive," the Brig said.  "As for me, I am not getting any younger."

"Not yet at any rate," the Doctor murmured.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you have an interesting future."

"Mind giving me a sample of what..."

"Alastair, we've been all through that. At two points you will be getting
younger. Ever hear of Avalon?"

"The place where King Arthur was brought to?"  The Brig sounded surprised.

"Sort of."  The Doctor put his pointer finger to his nose. "Can't say any
more..."

The Brig smiled. "Everything to do with you, Doctor, still continues to
surprise me. Nevertheless, I think I shall sit this one out. It is the
Fourth tomorrow...staying at my apartment will..."


"You can stay here," the Doctor said. "I insist."

Crossing to Jeremy and the Brig, Jesse tapped Jeremy on the shoulder and
they winked at each other. Jeremy let his arm off the Brig, who looked at
the hand on the other end of his shoulder. "Well, if you change your mind,
you're always welcome with us."

Jesse nodded.  "Yup."

The Brig drew himself up. "I see why you like them."

"Love," the Doctor admitted, blushing.

"Well, I think I'll go get my belongings after we raid the Farmingdale base
and bring them here if that is all right?"

"Of course, we have a marvelous guest room, Brigadier."

"We'll go get your stuff. You big boys go do your raid," Jesse said. "Make
us list and give us the key."

"Yeah," Jeremy puffed up his chest. "We'll make your room look like it had
some action."

"At my age, look is hardly important."

Jeremy winked. "Could have fooled me."

"He likes the May December thing."  Jesse put his head over Jeremy's
shoulder.

The Brig took his key out and handed it to Jesse, who held out his
hand. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, make that list..."  Jeremy ran to the adjoining kitchen area and
retrieved a pen and pad.

Jesse put a hand on the Brig's left shoulder and spoke to him. "Yeah, it'll
be fun for Jeremy and I getting our hands in your drawers."

"In my drawers?"

Jeremy patted the Brig's back. "There's a first time for everything."  The
two started for the door.

The Brig took his head back a bit. "I've had lots of men under me, Doctor,
but none of them were ever like these two."

"Well, there's always a second time for everything, too, sir," Jesse said
as he turned at the exit. The two hurried out.

"The cheek! To be spoken to like that."

"I'll talk to them."

"No. No need. I quite liked it."




The raid went smoothly with no casualties. The guards were mostly not
interested in firing guns or in dying. They surrendered immediately to the
Brigadier's men, raising their hands. The others in the Farmingdale base
were mostly scientists. Many seemed not to know about the deaths being
caused or the controlling of the weather. UNIT USA took control of them,
even though some were foreigners. The Brig met the Doctor outside at his
Camaro. K9 was in the back seat. "Doctor, did you find out anything?"

The Doctor shook his head.  "Only a few of them knew about the seriousness
of the radar dish being activated. They insist it's not that radar dish
though. Told me they don't know where it is. Need to know basis and all
that."

"Lying, of course."  The Brig looked at the Doctor's reaction. "Well, they
must be. The area is positively lit up negatively when it seems to be on."

"I don't think they're lying. Either that or..."

"They don't know about the seriousness of it either?"

"Or..."

"Or?"

"Or..."  the Doctor looked at K9 in the back seat. "...someone's hypnotized
them to forget the moment they're caught or found out or something. A kind
of trigger...possibly to some word. I can do it meself, given time."

"Really?"  The Brigadier frustrated. "Which lends further credence to the
idea that one of your lot is helping them."

"Yes," the Doctor said. "I wonder who. When I last saw the Master...he
seemed somewhat...resigned to giving up."

"Then, he has changed," the Brig snickered.  "I mean this is and isn't like
him at all."

"Yes. Most of his plans come to nothing in the end. It used to sometimes
seem that he just wanted me to know that he was the one behind it
all...even if his conscious mind was trying to hide the fact that he's the
one behind it all. He just wants to prove things to me. To show me up, make
me feel worse about myself and better about him. He's a mess, you know,
psychologically. Which makes him all the more dangerous. If he just thought
about what he was doing for once...he'd end up not doing all those evil
things he does, did, will do...or something."

"He always wanted to humiliate you."

"Yeah. I mean he should get a battle cry, you know. Like the Daleks
have. Only his could be HUMIL-Leee—ATE!"

The Brig shut his eyes and laughed heartily. "I'd say I'd like to meet him
again but again, I'm too old for this sort of thing now, Doctor."

"Really, Brigadier, do stop going on about your age. You're in good shape."

"For someone my age."

"You don't see me going on about my age, do you?"

The Brig looked at him, sternly. They looked gazes and both burst out
laughing at the same time.

"No sign of Vera Miles, then?"  The Doctor asked.

"Not a stocking. Nor of Fenshaw or Dr. Cohen for that matter. They must be
at the other base."

"Or, like you, deactivated," the Doctor suggested.

"It just galls me that they can turn people on and off like that. Play with
their memories...and change their experiences...We checked all the
computers, phone lines, and communications. It doesn't seem as if any
message was sent about our raid..."

"I know. K9's tapped into all of those, too."

"Marvelous that tin dog of yours. All of them."

"Appreciation appreciated," K9 spoke out loud.

"It may have been sent psychically..."

"All the listed psychics for the project aren't among the people we nabbed
here...we're still going to make more arrests as we have lists of other
workers here from employee records...damned stupid of them to keep records
and time out sheets and the like..."

"Power, Brigadier. They didn't think they'd get caught or that, indeed,
they were criminal. Most of em probably didn't think they were doing
anything wrong. Protecting our way of life and all that. Freedom."

"Ahh. If freedom is at the cost of our teenagers and pets...those we should
protect and all that...then...what good are we?"  The Brig sighed. "Well,
if we hurry, we could be at the Montauk base in an hour by copter."

"Let's go then," the Doctor said. "And we'll take K9."

K9's metal tail wagged and his ears moved.


The helicopter had a logo on the front that read G-UNIT. The Doctor pointed
downward. "Brigadier, there's a large area there to the north quadrant that
appears to be open."

"Don't be a back seat driver, Doctor," the Brig scolded. "I may be 78 but I
can still fly this baby."

"I didn't mean to imply you couldn't. On second thought, maybe there's too
much overgrowth that's grown over that landing pad..."

"Doctor, like you, I can land anywhere."

"Briga..."

"Don't worry, I won't crash. It would be a shame to let five hundred
thousand pounds...I mean two hundred and fifty thousand dollars go up in
smoke. Like some people."

"You still hold that against me?"  The Doctor laughed.

"Of course not. You had to do what you had to do to save yourself and Miss
Grant."

The Doctor became nostalgic, "Jo. Jo."

"No, just Jo. I wonder how she is faring these days."

"Oh, rather well. I've seen her a number of times since those days,
Brigadier. She's doing well. Has a large family."

"I'm glad. She was one of my favorite people," the Brig said as he landed
the copter.

They emerged onto the landing pad. It was clear it hadn't been used in a
long time. "I wonder if it was made to look this way."  The Doctor turned
all the way around.

"What makes you think that?"

"I don't know. K9. Any traces of anything...fuel spill? Dents on the
concrete from pressure. Pet dog shat on the boots of a pilot."

"Negative, Master."

"Doctor," the Brig pointed, "There appears to be a walkway and cement
sidewalk we can use. It doesn't look too badly covered up."

"Okay, Brigadier, okay," the Doctor patted the Brig's back. The man and
Gallifrean carefully descended to the walkway. K9 hovered, scanning while
waiting for them to catch up to him.

The two started walking down a walkway that was surrounded on both sides by
large bushes, trees, and overgrowth. There appeared to be a few metallic
boxes in the overgrowth, barely visible. The Doctor looked up. "K9, power
conduits?"

"Affirmative. Traditional power supplies, however, anachronistic for 2008."

"Anachronistic?"

"That shouldn't surprise you, Doctor, especially if they're being helped by
one of your number."

The Doctor shot him an aggravated look. "To my shame, Brigadier, to my
shame. K9, para or pro?"

"Pro."

"Uh, lay men's terms, Doctor and dog."  The Brigadier stopped walking.

"This unit prefers K9."

"Sorry. Didn't mean to be patronizing."

"We should keep walking, Brigadier..." the Doctor prompted. The Brig
started up and the Doctor allowed him to catch up to him again.

K9 spoke.  "Parachronism..."

"I'll explain, K9, thank you. Para, Brigadier, is a form of anachronism
where, something from an earlier time is being used in a present time, such
as a house wife using a washing board to do laundry..."

"Instead of a washing machine?"

The Doctor smiled and the Brigadier thought he noticed a movement of the
Doctor's hands and a tone in the voice that reminded him of the 8th Doctor,
the one who put a stop to the Ice Warrior spaceship. "Precisely," the
Doctor pointed and had a jovial tone in his voice. "So, this is not
that. Pro means...the opposite. Something that exists that cannot in this
time because it's not invented yet...or perhaps not widely used in this
culture or on the planet..."

"Meaning something more advanced has been given to this project and is
being used..."

"It could just be something that's not that widely used. I mean the idea
for a computer started in something like, oh, 1833, in my favorite
country..."  He smiled and turned to the Brig.

The Brig smiled back. "I thought that was America."

"Second fav. Anyway this man had this idea..."

"Charles Babbage."

The Doctor stopped walking now to look at the Brig. He was surprised and
the Brig walked past him. The Brig sported a huge smile. "Doctor, you said
to keep walking..."

"Half a mile to go," K9 informed.

"Yes...yes."  The Doctor started up again.

"I may not be a top notch science buff, Doctor but I do something about
history."

"Well," the Doctor put an arm under the Brig's arm as they walked. "Well, I
am glad there's something interested in history."

"Where it pertains to my position and my cases, of course."

"Sigh, Brigadier. Just sigh."

"Sigh."

"I didn't...anyhow, just because there were computers around in the 70s,
they weren't widely used so it could be that something prochronistic isn't
the result of interference by aliens or indeed..."

"Time Lords?"

"Yes."  The Doctor looked at him. "Then again, K9 himself is pro..."

"Much appreciated compliment, Master."

"Oh, K9..."  the Doctor became aggravated.

"Which are you, Doctor? Pro or Para?"

"Oh, I'm so a Pro! A plus Pro!"

To the Brig he sounded like the 10th Doctor when he said that. The Brig
raised an eyebrow and the Doctor caught that.

"Oh, okay. I'm a little bit of both. A little bit of country and a little
bit rock and roll. I was, nearest I can figure, born in relative Earth year
1213 and depending on which time lane was in existence at the time,
Gallifrey date 56 as one version of me and 4756 as another."

"Thank you. That makes it all perfectly clear."

"You never change, do you, Brigadier?"

"Not like you do."

The Doctor nodded. "Good. Don't. I like you just the way you are."

The Brig chuckled and put a hand on the Doctor's arm.  "So..."  The Brig
wanted to know more.

"So--- about this... it most likely is something or someone from the future
or from an advanced civilization, far more advanced than Earth at this
time, that's footing this project, at least scientifically...of course it
could be both someone or something from the future and from a highly
advanced planet or it might just be a very smart Earthling..."

"Not bloody likely though is it?"

"Oh, I don't know. You've had some people that were more than smart, even
when compared to my people..."

"Doctor, sometimes..."

The two had reached the end of the forestry area and now emerged at what
appeared to be a wider road that opened up to a facsimile of a suburban
street...mixed with what seemed to be military personnel and family
housing. Buildings reflected a barracks type design as well as normal
housing. It was a strange mix of design. It also felt more
oppressive. Clearly, the buildings were all abandoned. Plastic tarps blew
from inside large windows on a family house to the outside as the summer
breeze hit.

 "While we walked and talked all this time...I hardly noticed."

"What?"

"Doctor, come on, you of all people should have noticed. No animal
sounds. No bird chirping. No insects. Cicadas. Nothing. It's deadly
silent. If we two weren't chattering like two old women on the way out, we
would have heard it..."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"Or rather not heard it. There's nothing. No sound."

"K9?"

"I detect no life forms."

"What about under us?"  The Doctor asked.

"Aside from microscopic life forms, bacteria, viruses, microbes,
infintestimal microscopic life forms, I detect no presence."

"Humans?"

"Negative."

"Scan widened?"

"Maximum to parameters of the road on one side of the base and the ocean on
the other. There are no life forms. This base is empty."

The Doctor walked to an adjoining road, past the family houses. He saw a
large rectangular shape. "A door?" He touched it. "Cemented around?"

The Brig joined him, looking at K9 for support. "It could be a kind of
entrance way. Down?"

"Yes, what I thought. Do you have any sensations? I mean, do you remember
anything about being here?"

"No. Not like the other place. Maybe I was never here before. Even if I was
at the other place..."

"Even? Vera Miles confirmed it. Without knowing we didn't know. Or
something."

"Wouldn't I have noticed missing time?"

The Doctor shrugged. "That's the problem with reality...and time...if
you're made to forget, you can also be made to not notice the missing
time. All that would matter was the present moment. Your memory of the time
would be shortened. Even plane trips you made here. I'm sure if we check,
we'll find you made at least one plane trip here..."

"But Doris..."

The Doctor looked at him.

"Oh my God. You mean she thinks I'm having an affair?"

"Brave heart, Brigadier. You can explain it to her once we've sorted it all
out."

The Brig stared at him in horror.

"I'll explain it to her."

"No, no, Doctor. It's my duty to explain it to her. I mean at least me she
can understand."

"Yes."  The Doctor looked around. "I want to explore some more. See if we
find fresh tracks."

 A voice underground was raspy and told a man sitting in a chair at a
monitor. "They shall find nothing."

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"Doctor. The base of my spine is tingling. I mean can we get out now? If
you've seen one old abandoned building...architecture withstanding...it's
awful design...just big giant cement blocks and random civilian homes..."

"I don't know. A little flowers, a spot of dusting, creative
redesigning...it might make a good home..."

"Well, according to K9, there's nothing here. And your blasted sonic
screwdriver isn't picking up anything, is it?"

"Not a thing," the Doctor answered. He was holding it out and had it turned
on constantly. "The radar dish there doesn't seem to be connected to
anything. It appears not to be working."

"I just want to get out of here. There may not be a base here but...I don't
know...it feels creepy here and odd...not a good feeling at all."

"No. I feel it, too," the Doctor told him.

"Does he?"  The Brig nodded at K9, who was in the air.

"Negative," K9 told him.

"You heard him, negative," the Doctor stated.

The Doctor and the Brigadier were being watched via a scanner screen. A
male voice said, "Destroy?"

"No need. They haven't picked up a thing," another voice said. The man
laughed.

"Let's get back. We have to prepare for tomorrow's venture," the Doctor
said, "Much to be done to protect us."

"About that...?"

"Don't want to go to a gay bar, my old friend?"

The Brig smiled. "No, of course, not. I mean of course I am going. It's
just...I've never really been before."

"Oh no?"  The Doctor feigned surprise. "I thought a man of your experience
would have..."

"Doctor, you're being facetious."

"Don't you worry, Brigadier, I'll prep you so you can take up the rear."

"What?"

"Never you mind. Let's take a look at the radar base...if we can get near
it and then we'll go."

"Whatever you say. The sooner the better. I've a feeling we're being
watched. I've had it since just before we landed."

"Nonsense."

"If you say so."

K9 hovered between them. "So do I."

"Oh, K9," the Doctor reached up and pet his belly.


"July 4th, 2: 45 PM."

The Brig was under the covers, sheets pulled over his shoulder. He snored
loudly. He was lying on his side in the guest room at the Doctor's
house. The Doctor came into the room, Jeremy behind him. The Doctor wore a
short cut black leather jacket, a blue T-shirt underneath, tight at the
chest and short cut sleeves. He wore dark blue Levis dungarees denim pants
and rubber lined sneakers.

Jeremy sported maroon pants and dark velvety black shoes with round toe,
rubber lined. He also was in the process of finishing buttoning a plaid
shirt with blue lines, light grey-ish in between the blue lines. He wore a
dark cap with slight brim and a white watch on his right wrist.
http://www.askmamaz.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/what-to-wear-with-maroon-pants-men.jpg

As he finished the buttoning, leaving the bottom button undone so as to
sport some flesh, he asked, "What do you think about the specs? Too much?"
He had taken dark brown glasses out of his pants pocket.

The Doctor was paying more attention to the sleeping Brig. "Yeah,
probably."

"Oh, okay, then," Jeremy put the specs in his pocket. "I'll leave em here
then."  Behind the Doctor, he asked, "Shouldn't we wake him?"

"I don't think so."

Outside an M-80 went off amid the continuous snapping of more normal
firecrackers. Jesse came into the room, wearing a slight variation of what
Jeremy was wearing.  "There're kids in the streets around the house
lighting M-fucking-80s."  He looked at the Brig. "How lovely. Is he
coming?"

"No, he's sleeping," the Doctor said, his mind serious and on the Brig.

Jesse looked at Jeremy. "Well, that's the first time this'is happened."

"I'll go change..."

"No, I will. I have something else I wanna wear and try out anyway," Jesse
shrugged and offered. He was about to leave but put a hand on both the
Doctor's shoulder and Jeremy's from behind both of them. "Is he going with
us or not?"

"Maybe we should let him sleep?"  Jeremy asked.

Jesse responded with, "Okay but he'll be pissed."

The Doctor, absent in thought, and melancholy, said, "For once the old boy
was right about him being too old for this sort of thing. I never should
have taken him to the Montauk base."

Jeremy put a hand over the Doctor's left shoulder and moved it down to the
Doctor's chest as Jesse removed the hand from the Doctor's right
shoulder. Jesse stood closer to the bed, level with the Doctor. He pursed
his lips together, growing thoughtful as the Doctor. "You said he was all
right during the Farmingdale raid. Was he?"

"Oh, yes. And this time in a raid, he didn't have to kill anyone."

"Kill?"  Jeremy asked, putting his right hand over the Doctor's right
shoulder, effectively getting behind the Doctor and putting his right cheek
next to the Doctor's left cheek. "I thought you didn't like to kill
anyone?"

"I don't. Usually. Sometimes, there isn't any other way. He taught me
that. And perhaps this woman I used to know that gave her life for me, us,
the Earth against the Daleks...Harriet Jones."

As he kissed the Doctor's left cheek, Jeremy, inadvertently said, "I never
heard of her."


"What? Oh no, not another mystery to have to check into. I've got me hands
full at the mo."

Jeremy put his hands down the Doctor's shirt to his nipples on both
sides. "So do I."

The Harriet Jones affair is another story and shall be told at another
time.

Jesse asked, "The Brig kinda taught you to kill?"

"Maybe. I had killed before. My Third Self was very against such action. It
brought the Brigadier and I to the most awful rows and often. Yet, my
Fourth Self, despite believing he didn't have the right, was very much more
likely to kill to stop evil."

"Yeah."  Jesse nodded.  "Sometimes, like the Daleks, you have to."

Jeremy looked at him, close, turning from cheek to cheek, "Is that why you
destroyed the planet of the Cybermen and where Fesh's mother died?"

"Yes. There are some corners of the universes that have bred and spawned
the most terrible things. Evils that go against everything that we believe
in. They must be fought and if no other way, stopped permanently. That
doesn't mean it's right, though. Doesn't mean that we shouldn't try to find
some other way."

Jeremy took his hands out and looked at the Doctor, then stuck his tongue
in the Doctor's left ear. "You often do."

"My 9th self refused to kill the Daleks because doing so would wipe out
what was left of the Earth people on Earth fighting the Daleks...or being
slaughtered by them in the far future."

"So to wake him or not?"  Jesse asked.

"Not. Let the old boy sleep."

"You...you love him, don't you?"  Jeremy asked and kissed the Doctor's neck
on the left side.

"Yes, I suppose I do. Oh, not in the same way I love you two...but yeah, I
suppose I do love the old irritant."

From the bed, the Brig snored.

The Doctor motioned his hands for Jesse and then Jeremy to leave the
room. They obeyed and he was behind them but stopped at the door to hold
it. He looked back at the Brig.  "Big galoot."  The Doctor said as he gave
one last look at the Brig.

On the way out of the house and at the front door, The Doctor put his sonic
in his leather jacket pocket and then put on a wrist watch. As he opened
the front door, he told K9, who was hovering nearby, "K9, fully charged?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, good. Then, stay here and watch the house and watch over my friend
the Brigadier, understand?"

 "Master, would I not be better service to you if I went along?"  K9 asked.

Jeremy smirked at the Doctor who smirked back. "Yes, but in the event any
of those adolescent and teens cause any fires, not likely, but in the
event..."  the Doctor shook the sonic at him, taking it out, "You know what
to do."

"Yes, Master. Pee on them."

"The kids? Pee on the kids?"  Jeremy asked.

"Not the kids, the fires!"  The Doctor grew irritated. "Where is that boy
now?"

"Coming!"  Jesse ran from a room to the hall to them at the foyer/living
room area.

"Now wasn't the time," Jeremy quipped.  It was then he noticed Jesse white
T shirt.

He had on a white mesh zip-down over covering.  It wasn't quite a
jacket. He wore a big white wrist watch on his right wrist and rings on his
left hand. He had on white short shorts with mesh over each leg, also
white, and white slip on shoes, rubber soled. At the top of shorts, there
was no button so that the sides could split, showing his navel. His short
cut T shirt wasn't that low but it was what was logoed onto the shirt. A
saying, "My Other Boyfriend Is Over 80!" in big red letters and under that,
in smaller blue letters, "Age is just a number deal with it!"  On the right
side, the shirt started an American flag design that wrapped around the
shirt to the back and the other side, red, white and blue, but under the
mesh.

Jesse's ensemble was a male version of this:
http://micahgianneli.com/game-on/

"You know," Jeremey said as he stepped after the Doctor and through the
front door to outside, on the porch, "...you're just going to invite every
old guy in the place to hit on ya?"

"Good."  Jesse followed.

"Why is it good?"  Jeremy nodded for Jesse to lock the front door.

Jesse really didn't want to bother locking it or even closing it.  "K9's
here."

Jeremy nodded again, insistent, so Jesse shut the front door. Jeremy
repeated, "Why is it good?"

The Doctor called from the driveway, before stepping into Bessie.  "C'mon
shake a leg, boys. C'mon Jays, stow your stumps!"

"Jays?"  Jesse raised an eyebrow and locked the door at the same time.
"That's a new one."

"Why is it good?"

"Are you gonna stop asking me that?"  Jesse headed for Bessie, passing
Jeremy.

Jeremy followed. "When you answer?"

"Shot gun!" As Jesse hopped over the left side of the door to Bessie
without opening it, Dick Grayson style, he said, "Cause, once they are
drawn to me like a magnet, and I let them down..."

Jeremy, having hopped over the left side of Bessie to the back seat, shot
him a disapproving look.

"...I can direct them over to you..."

Jeremy's eyes grew wide.

"After all, you like em old..."

"What? I do?"

"Tommy Connolly?"

"He wasn't that old!"

"Pssfffffttt. 38?"

"Hold onto your cap, Jeremy!"  The Doctor at the wheel (which, Bessie being
a British car, was on the right side), backed out of the driveway. Jeremy
almost fell against the front seat as Jesse held the dashboard. The car
sped out. Jeremy and Jesse yelled.


"July 4th, 2008...3PM..."

Driving down Deer Park Highway...the sound of fireworks, the smells of the
car passing barbeques...and the occasional sound of an M-80 blasting the
still summer air...

Jesse was sitting in the front passenger seat, which in Bessie was on the
right side. The Doctor insisted on driving and thus, he was in the right
front seat. Jeremy hovered between them but in the back seat. To the Doctor
it was annoying that he was constantly leaning forward into the front seat
between the two front seat occupiers. "Hey," Jeremy said, sticking his head
forward between Jesse and the Doctor, "There's not much traffic for Fourth
of July, is there?"

Jesse was relaxing, slouched in the front seat, one foot up and out the
door window, which was open. The hood of Bessie was down. "Yeah, that's
cause most normal people are already where they're supposed to be. Not
hunting monsters."

Jeremy put a hand on the Doctor's shoulder. The Doctor looked at it,
meanly. Jeremy put another on Jesse's head as he rested his elbows on the
top of the seats. "Yeah, so, about that...Doc...you said you would explain
on the way...so we're on the way."

"Yes," the Doctor said as Bessie continued down Deer Park Avenue.  "K9 and
the Brigadier found out quite a lot during the raid. And from what I've
pieced together from the bodies...or leftovers..."

"Bad joke..."  Jesse spouted.

"I'm not joking," the Doctor told him. "...this thing is some kind of
energy from outer space..."

"Oh, what a surprise," Jesse said.

"Why is it only killing gay people?"  Jeremy asked. "Is it a homophobic
alien?"

"In a way. In another way, no."  The Doctor puffed. He started to say
something but Jeremy cut in, loudly.

"There's the turn off! You have to go Sunrise Highway!"

"I know that!"  The Doctor said.

Annoyed, Jesse rolled his eyes. "Go on, Doctor."

The Doctor turned onto the more expansive Sunrise Highway from Deer Park
Avenue.  An M-80 went off. Fireworks in the blue.

Driving down Sunrise Highway... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yhy3wRWZ1I0

"From the computers at the Farmingdale site, we found where this thing
landed, the Brig and I. It seems our friends at Farmingdale as well as UNIT
were trying to seek out new life as it came to Earth. The project found
this thing when it landed. They must have thought it was an alien that
could help them."

As the Doctor spoke, Roman Candles flew overhead and the sound of their
whistling made the Doctor jump as he said the word, "Landed."

"Then they're behind this?"  Jeremy asked.

"Did I say that?"  the Doctor snapped.

Jeremy frowned.

"It would be the logical deduction however."

Jeremy smiled again and Jesse looked at him and shook his head.

"But it's still wrong."

Jeremy frowned. Jesse tried to cover his snickering with his hands and sunk
even lower in his seat.

Jeremy asked, "What then?"

"I'm only theorizing of course..."

"Of course."  Jeremy rolled his hands over each other.

The Doctor explained. "The site was near a sort of isolated farmhouse no
longer used as a farm. I mean it had neighbors burn marks suggested it
landed in the field that used to be used for crops. And there lived one
man. One Charles Boyair..."

"And he was gay."  Jeremy deduced.

"Yes. He was gay. I mean it seems he was also some 40 years old. He had
family but didn't get out much. Some background checking in the TARDIS
showed me that he...well, he tried when he was in his 30s to get involved
with the gay community here on Long Island. Much the same as..."  The
Doctor stopped, absent minded as if he started to think about something
else.

"As...?"  Jesse asked from his near sleep.

"As...oh, others on Long Island. It didn't go well. He didn't meet nice
people. I think the thing landed, expanded, and then came to him. Connected
to him somehow. I think most of it fuel supply is
human...nature...human...DNA and sort of like...like what you Catholics
would call...the soul. I think it wants to have a soul. To be human. Of
course, I'm only guessing. I think judging by Charles's background...it
holds whoever treated the man badly...or ignored him...responsible and as
enemies. And it needs to be like him for some reason. It wants to build a
soul...which, of course is impossible..."

"Because you don't believe in souls?"  Jeremy asked.

"What? Whatever gave you that idea? Of course I believe in souls. The
soul. Now, I do. There was a time I didn't."

"Well, you're a scientist."

"Well, there are other ways of looking at the world and the universes, you
know. In any event, it wants to be like Charles while also destroying the
gay community members it has. And it won't stop."

Jesse murmured, "How do you know that?"

"Because it's a star or was one once...and instead of dying...I think it
was at its last gasp, so to speak. Instead of dying...and that could have
taken another million years...it wants to live. To feel. It doesn't
feel. But you know what it takes to power the sun... and a dying one at
that? To power a star?"

"As a matter of fact, I don't," Jeremy stated.

"More energy than even the TARDIS has...just about. In fact, pitted against
the TARDIS...I wouldn't even want to think about that."

"Will it's plan work eventually?"

"No. First of all, it cannot feel. Second, the power will drain
exponentially. No matter how much DNA it incorporates into itself, how much
flesh and body parts it steals and seals into itself..."

Bessie continued driving down Sunrise
Highway... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yhy3wRWZ1I0

"Exit 49!"  Jeremy pointed out of Bessie, over the Doctor's shoulder as the
Doctor drove from the right seat, the driver's seat.  "Lakeland Avenue!!!"
He bumped into the Doctor's shoulder.

"I know! I know!"  The Doctor said and waved him off. "I think I've been
there before! Now, sit down."

Jeremy frowned, then smiled. Jesse looked at him from the left front seat.
Jeremy sulked as he crossed his arms. "Just think you've been there."

"At over a million years old, I think I'm allowed a few fuzzy areas of
memory!"

"All right!"  Jeremy yelled. "Why so testy!?"

"I don't know!"

"Well, figure it the fuck out!"

"Going to this bar is making me like this for some reason!"

Jesse sank down to close his eyes. He didn't want a part of this
conversation...yet.

The scenery around was like most of Long Island: a mixture of trees,
forestry, bushes, exits to side roads, and a variety of old and new
man-made buildings. On either side were fast food places, gas stations,
older homes that were not taken care of that well, older homes that were,
and green street signs with white lettering. Other homes were new and
larger. There was also plenty of business buildings: mechanic's garages,
lawyer offices, paint places, storage unit complexes, and elementary
schools. Lots of telephone poles.

"I thought I'd be the one who's nervous," Jesse said. He was perfectly
relaxed, spread out in the passenger side, the left side. He put his feet
up on the dashboard.

"No. No. Don't do that. Yeah. No, really, don't do that."

"Why? It's comfortable."

The Doctor frowned. "Bessie doesn't like that."

Jesse smiled and joked, "Next thing you're gonna tell me is she's alive."

The Doctor just turned his head at Jesse and back to the road. Jesse
swallowed, dropped his smile, and removed his feet from the
dashboard. Bessie turned down Lakeland and soon came up to a split
road. Jeremy whispered, "It merges into or becomes Railroad Avenue."

The Doctor tried not to sound angry and failed. He said through grit
teeth. "I know."

Jesse frowned now. "You were talking about why the thing will never get
what it wants."

"It will need more and more. Soon, it won't just be killing gay men, it
will reach out and start with heterosexuals and eventually women, once it
finds out that most women are more sensitive and kind and peace loving than
men. Pffst. It should have met Helen of Troy or Cleo."

"Doc, this man that died..."  Jeremy said and then asked, "Was he a virgin
then?"

"What made you ask that?"

Jeremy shrugged.

"All indications are that he was. The thing may be looking for those that
kept him that way."

Silence as they drove.

"Doctor?"  Jeremy started.

"Hmmm?"

Jeremy looked pensive.  "Couldn't we...like you know..."

"Go back in time and..."

"Yeah..."

"No. I'm pretty sure it's a fixed point in time...besides if we do
that...we won't be able to track the thing."

Jeremy went on. "Just hear me out. Couldn't we just...maybe go back and
make it so that he's at least not a virgin before he dies?"

"That's a nice, generous and loving thought, Jeremy but I don't think so,"
the Doctor said, calmly.

"Why not?"  Jesse piped up.

"First, if we do that and leave, how much more anger will that give birth
to in Charles? I mean, what are you two gonna do, show up, have sex with
him and then leave for the rest of his life?"

"I never...I don't know. I never thought beyond that initial want to help
him..."  Jeremy said.

Jesse shut his eyes. "That sun. This sun. Well, what if we...I dunno, stop
the thing from ever reaching Earth in the first place? Go back and do
that?"

"Like I said. I don't think that's possible. The energy propelling it...is
so strong, I don't think the TARDIS could stop it, even if it got in the
way of the energy. It could very probably destroy the entire universe and
trust me, I don't intend going through that again. I've been through it
THRICE..."

"Mmmm. So have I."  Jeremy frowned. "I just feel so bad for that man."

"Me, too," the Doctor said, "And IT, the motorcycle monster, does, too."

"Kind of a weird creature this time," Jesse put in.

"And you and Jesse should know almost as well as I do that going back and
trying to change things might end up making things worse," the Doctor
reminded them.

Jesse pouted. "Yeah, I remember.  I haven't forgotten the people we've lost
in 2782."

"Yeah, me, too. Where do you think this motorcycle monster is now?"  Jeremy
asked, bent over between the seats, "The farm?"

"No, the Brig and I went there before we went to Montauk. Nothing there
now. Just the shattered wall it tore down to get in and before it killed
the man. I believe the next person it killed was a motorcyclist...so it is
likely it did that at the man's house...I'm hoping to find out more
here. The first person it killed was here in Sayville...at the Bunkhouse."

"Why can't we go to his house?"  Jeremy asked.

"Good thought, too. We can't because he seems to have no fixed abode."

"Kinda like you," Jesse chimed up from the front rest.

The Doctor glared at him but he didn't notice.

"No records of him living anywhere. Many motorcyclists are sort of...well,
like, nomads. They move around a lot. Like gypsies, sort of."  The Doctor
shrugged. "He may have been squatting. Off the map as it were."

"Off the map!"  Jeremy squealed, "That was a good show."

"And you don't think this motorcycle monster thing is related to the
Farmingdale thing?"  Jesse asked.

The Doctor drove as he talked.  "Negative as K9 would say. They were
tracking it and it is possible their time experiments and radar dish drew
it to this area in particular. It's not a coincidence that it's here. I
think their dabbling into energies they know nothing about, magnetically or
something else, drew it here."

"27-A! We have to turn LEFT! LEFT!"  Jeremy yelled.

"Jeremy! STOP! I know!"

Jeremy pouted and sat down, having stood up a great deal and bent over for
most of their trip or on his knees. He murmured, "It's on the right side
not far after the turn."

"Jeremy! I know!"  The Doctor snapped.

Jesse smiled, "Back seat drivers, right, Doc?"  He nudged his elbow into
the Doctor.

The Doctor pulled his arm and whole shoulder away. Eager to get out of the
car, the Doctor pulled Bessie quickly into the parking lot where they
didn't find a space. He had to park Bessie across the street in the
shopping center. As they emerged from the car, Jeremy, last, from the back
seat, said, "Sheesh. Good thing, I'm not that annoying when we travel in
the TARDIS, right?"  As he emerged...the Doctor held the door for Jeremy
and just glared at him. Jeremy shrank back a bit and then stepped out, and
stepped away from the Doctor, who took off across Sunrise Highway. Instead,
Jesse came forth to give his hand into Jeremy's hand to help him out the
cramped side of the back seat.

Jesse called after the Doctor, "Hey, be careful. There're cars, you know!"

"I'm not going to die being hit by a car," the Doctor shouted without
turning around to see him.

Moving out from the car to the curb, behind the Doctor, Jesse put a hand on
Jeremy's back as he called ahead to the Doctor, "Oh, you know everything, I
forgot. You can die hitting your head on the TARDIS console..."

"Been there...done that..."  They hadn't noticed before but the THUMP THUMP
of the club music could already be heard. "Normally," the Doctor told them
as they met up on the other side of the street, heading for the Bunkhouse,
"...no one would be here during the day but as it's the Fourth...the
party's starting early..."


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVjougGgn50

Most of the music and songs heard had a Fourth of July theme to them.

As they approached the door and the music grew louder on their ears, the
Doctor stopped. Jeremy collided with the Doctor's back. Jesse saw
this. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know. I don't think I can do this."

"Of course, you can," Jesse urged. He put his hands on the Doctor's hands
and lead him, moving himself backwards, toward the door.

Jeremy smiled. "My eyes deceive me? Or amaze me? Jesse leading the Doctor
into a gay bar!?"

A large man in a too small white shirt, muscular beyond belief, was on a
stool just inside the door. "20 dollars."

"Money?"  The Doctor gasped. "I totally forgot. I forget to carry money a
lot these days."  He shrugged. "Guess I can't go in...we have to turn
left...I mean turn back..."

Jesse took out three twenty dollar bills. "I got it."

"ID."

"Yeah, don't I look over 21?"

"Yes, but tonight we're allowing 15 to 21 year olds in as well and the
white wrist bands are for them. They cannot be served liquor. The pink
wrist bands..."

"Oh, pink, my second favorite color."

"...are for over 21s..."  As the big brunette muscle man put the band on
Jesse after checking his ID, he asked, "What's your first?"

"Depending on the day, red, blue, and orange. Why do you care?"

The man blinked at Jesse. "I'm a caring guy. First time in a gay club or
gay bar?"

"Naw. Well, yeah, on Earth, it is."  He walked away and left the man
pondering that.

The man silently repeated, "On Earth?"  He turned to the Doctor, "ID?"

The Doctor held up the psychic paper, as he surveyed the crowd. The bar was
to the left and against a quarter of the back wall. Next to it was a larger
stage area that opened up to a larger dance space. Across from the dance
space and toward the far right side of the club was another bar, adjacent
to the one on the left. Further on that wall was a door to outside that was
open. Smoke seemed to pour in and out of it illuminated by some kind of
lamp light from outside that was there for mood, not light. A short wall
was between the second bar and a smaller stage for a dancing boy to dance
on. A very lean, very shaved hot blond boy was dancing on the small circle
stage. Men were putting singles in his waist band to his thong. He gyrated
for them. One shy man hesitated so the blond boy, who looked 18, smiled at
him, took his hand and put both their hands into his waist band and felt up
and down. Behind the small stage were iron bars to a barrier to steps that
descended below, large width. A rope was placed across the top of the
stairs that said DANCERS ONLY. Past that was the front entrance and across
from the first bar was two sets of lavatories. Rounding a corner on the
side opposite the first bar was a deeper room with a pool table, now
occupied by two skinny, ribby 15 year olds in their white underwear, both
trying to hump the other on top of the other, each rolling as far as they
could, almost wrestling on it. Jesse went to the first bar and nodded to
the bar tender. "Hey, that legal?"

"Yeah."  the bar tender shrugged. He put a hand out, "I'm Frank. I own the
place."  The man was about 35, Jesse thought, not unattractive but somewhat
average looking, thinning hair but parted in the middle and showing a lot
of forehead. He wore a tight tank top, a wife beater and while his muscles
were not as big as the door man, they were there and noticeable. Behind
Frank, were two TVs hung on the wall behind the bar. Both sported what
could have been soft core porn but no cocks tonight as this was a sort of
teen night, which Jesse felt more than uncomfortable with.

Jesse shook his hand and thought the man left the shake too long. "What've
got?"

"What'da want?"  Frank took his hand back.

"Aviation cocktail."

"Wow," Frank stated. He went about his business making it.

Jeremy joined Jesse. "Where the Doc?"  Jesse said, loudly over the music.

"He seems entranced by the dancer. Kyle."

"Kyle? You know his name already?"

Jeremy smiled and looked red faced. "Yeah."  He nodded. "What're drinking?"

"I know. I know. I don't like it much either but once in a while...you do
know I lost a friend once to drunk driving?"

"I know."  Jeremy leaned on the bar. He looked to the right and saw a man
dressed as a woman sitting there. The man seemed to be about 45 years old
and was fully dressed in a blond wig, dress, and high heels. Jesse looked
at the man and almost scoffed. Jeremy gave him his scolding look.

"Hey, live and let live, right? To each his own."  Jesse shrugged and
turned his back to the bar to look at the abs of the dancer, Kyle. "Day
yum."

"And he's blond."

"Blond?! Oh, he's blond! What a surprise!"  Jesse took his drink from Frank
and turned to the man, "Thanks."  He noticed his money against the drink in
Frank's hand.

"Oh no, that's all for you," Jesse urged.

"No, keep it. I thought maybe you could...you know, sing a few sets?"

Jesse bent over the bar. "I...look, guy, I'm just here on a kind of
vacation. I need a rest. I just came out to sort of relax. Okay?"

Frank nodded. "I know you're not on the down low. I mean with you and he
coming out last year during the holidays no less."

Jeremy smiled and took in the conversation but stared at the Doctor who was
near the small stage and eyeing Kyle, who smiled at him back. The Doctor
didn't seem to see Kyle, though, which was difficult, Jeremy thought.

"I mean you and you..."  Frank addressed Jeremy, who turned to him. Jeremy
was now shoulder to shoulder with Jesse.  Frank went on and didn't sound
threatening or menacing, just sort of explanatory. "...too, you didn't
expect to come to a gay bar, a gay club and not have any of the patrons
recognize you both? I mean you're both gay icons..."

"Did you hear that, Jesse?"  Jeremy perked up and stood up straighter. "I'm
a gay icon."

"Sort of like Matthew Waterhouse," Jesse added.

"You can hardly stay incognito in a gay club, being who you both are."
Frank explained.  "You're bound to be recognized. I'm sure, right now, that
every guy in here from 15 to 50 is looking to ask to buy you a drink or
waiting for ya to sing a song."

Jesse took a sip of the drink and left the money on the bar. "Maybe later,
okay?"  He averted Frank's eyes.

"I'll take it," Frank responded, smiled, and moved on to serve other
patrons.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVjougGgn50

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjlwiUV1R-E
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUAVvAi2JR0 Too Shy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKWbMJOIkUk&list=PL9FDEB5746278103C&index=6
I Ran: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_Pq0xYr3L4 Hungry Like The Wolf:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOg5VxrRTi0

The Dream Song from Sharkboy and Lava Girl was playing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plUgn_FC0sk

Jesse looked up. "I don't know whether or not to be horrified or totally
justified."

Jeremy laughed. "Wadda mean?"

"Only in a gay club can there be a song sung by Taylor Lautner and it be
embraced like this."

"Oh."  Jeremy nodded.  "Kinda catchy though, isn't it?"

Jesse shrugged. But the Doctor was grim. "Yes. Especially the part about
there is darkness in the air."

"Oh, you."  Jeremy fake hit him on the shoulder and moved away from the
second bar.


The Doctor watched a 50 year old man put tens in Kyle's waist band. His
memory was jogged. He recalled his own hand doing the same thing. Kyle took
his hand then and now and put it down his pants. Another dancer, a more
muscled, older dancer, also working his way through college, Max, came up
behind the Doctor and nibbled on his ear lobe. The Doctor squirmed at first
but his face lit up and told everyone watching that he liked it.

The Doctor blinked. He withdrew from Kyle, who winked at him. An African
American dancer joined Kyle. This dancer was very cut, very ripped, very
ab-ed up. He had on a lion print thong and his sweat dripped from himself
to Kyle's stomach as they touched bellies as they danced, exotically and
seductively.

The Doctor looked around.  He saw an older man in a tight white T shirt and
tighter long pants. Pencil thin moustache and a young-ish face and muscled
body. Memory slapped him in the face. "38. Gary. Married. Two
sons. Divorced. New lover Roger."  Gary was dancing with a Roger, who had a
pockmarked face, the smell of cigarettes on him that wafted to the Doctor,
signaling more memories of Roger than of Gary. The Doctor blinked. In his
mind's eye, he saw Roger insulting him.

"I don't feel like I have any personality."

"You don't," Roger said, holding a cigarette by the doorway to the side
yard. Smoke billowed in from the yard. The Doctor coughed.

Gary returned from the first bar. "Hey, we'll do this again, sometime. This
is not the last time..."

The Doctor stared at him. His memory was vague and he felt as if he were in
a fog. He remembered Gary introducing him to someone. Two someones. One but
two. "Aliens? Oh, no. A couple..."

A boy next door type was dancing with a shorter but just as hot Filipino
lover. "Dan, 25, construction worker. Started working with dad's
company. Bay, 23, Filipino lover."  Dan had on a dark blue T-shirt with a
collar, upturned, blue denims, and sneakers. He had brown hair, a semi pug
nose but not unattractive. In fact, the Doctor was getting hard just
looking at him and Bay...now and then, in his memory. He saw himself
shaking hands with Dan and while Bay danced on the floor in the illuminated
darkness of the club, the Doctor and Dan talked at the first bar.

"I don't have any gay friends. Or ...well, really, this is it. I don't know
what to do with this."

"Well, now you have us. Me, Bay, Gary, and Roger. And yeah, you and I
really connect."

"Yeah. But Bay is your boyfriend?"

"Yeah. I mean, we connect on another level. He likes you. I like you. I
think we should go to Fire Island. I'm not hitting on you. Although if I
wasn't sort of married here...with Bay...I might."  He took a sip of his
drink.

The Doctor sipped from his water bottle.

"Get my number from Gary...he'll give it to you and then we can go."

Doctor at his bedroom at home. Day. "What do you want that for?"

"He said we could go to Fire Island."

Gary on the other end. "I'm not gonna do that. Things have changed."

"Like what?"

"It's not my place to say. I'm not sure about how they're gonna work out
their stuff, you know. They don't need another..."

"Whoa. You got the wrong idea. I just wanted to go out with them. They sort
of said..."

"Forget it. I'll call you in a few."

"How come you never called us?"  Bay asked.

"I...I wasn't sure of your phone number. And Gary wouldn't give it to me."

"We had some problems," Dan said, behind Bay, squeezing his lover's butt
and then putting his arms around him from behind and pulling him close to
himself. He put his hands by the crotch.

The Doctor nodded. "Don't sweat it."

"Fraid, we are."  Bay lifted his shirt up and revealed a dark tan colored
stomach of an eight pack. Sweat dripped into his navel and out of it. The
Doctor tried not to go wide eyed.

"We have to get a drink, John. Want somethun?"  Dan asked.

"No, I have me water," the Doctor held up an empty hand.

"You're still a funny guy," Dan retorted. He turned Bay around and as one
they moved toward the bar.

"Funny?"  The Doctor looked at the raised hand. It was empty. His memory
held the water bottle.  He looked at the first bar for the first time.
"Crossdresser George, 45, gay bashed."


Earlier...surrounded by four men... a very tall, very heavy set guy.
"Shorty, nickname for Sven, 34."

A bald 30 year old, very skinny, very fem. "Nick, 29, works as a secretary
at a fire station in Bayshore."

Nick on the phone. "You can't come with me. The hotel is very gay. You
wouldn't like it. I mean if you feel weird going to a gay bar and you're
not sure you want to be gay, I don't think you'd like it. If you wanna to
the club...I love to dance...do you?"

"I...I am sure I used to. I don't think I do now."

"John, were you in some kind of accident?"

"I don't know. I think I must have been."

"Did you lose your memory?"

"I don't know. I can't remember."

"Oh, that's very good. Very funny. You have a great sense of humor, John."

"Yeah. Everyone seems to like me, even love me so they say but no one
really loves loves me or likes likes me, you know?"

"Well, any time you want, just call me and we can go to the Bunk."

"Yeah. I've been a number of times. I don't seem to be getting anywhere
with that. I thought the group, you know, you, Shorty, Terry, and what was
the guy who ran that Out Group..."

"He ran it from the gay club..."  Nick laughed.  "I think he just wanted to
get in your pants..."

"Really? I didn't realize that. I mean he wouldn't fit."

"Yeah. No. He and Terry had sex once or twice."

"Oh, that's right. He told me. He said that Terry was a great guy and a
good lover but he wouldn't shut up. He told him to shut up and just put it
in."

Nick laughed.  "Terry...you know about him, right?"

"No. What?"

"He killed himself. Found him hanging. They found him hanging, I didn't."

"Oh no. I'm sorry to hear that. I liked him. He couldn't handle being gay?"

"Yup. He didn't really have a life, he always said. He lived in an
apartment at Quell Run...his family didn't really get him. He wanted a
relationship so bad..."

"But he had had sex with the guy...what's his name?"

"Scott. Scott was the heavy guy who ran the Out Group. That was his name."

"I thought you and he were best friends."

"We were."

"What happened?"

"Nothing. With you?"

"He invited me to a barbeque where he told me that two of his friends ran a
gay organization and they would ask me to volunteer and that would lead me
to get more involved. Then, he called me after I hesitated in going, at
least once or twice, because I wasn't sure I wanted to be gay..."

"I know you kept saying that...you realize you can't change it, right?"

"I know. But he sort of told me that he couldn't have me over and maybe it
was because I was sort of ambivalent about being gay myself. I don't think
I was fully out but I came out not long after that."

"He never called you?"

"Yeah, neither did you."

"Okay, I have to go now. I need some sleep if I'm going to go to the
Bunk. You know what they always say..."

"I do?"

"Yeah, gay night life doesn't start until 12 am but I think it's more like
1am..."

"Nick, Nick, do you remember all the promises that that group, Shorty,
Terry, Scott and a few others made?"

"And me, too, I suppose?"

"Yeah, well, I know everyone's busy but they said that we could go to Fire
Island or go bowling or do something as a group..."

"Yeah, they meant well. We all do but we have lives to lead. Everyone is so
damned busy. Anyway, gotta go. Give me a call again some time, okay, John?"

"Yeah, sure."  Click. On the phone without anyone on the other end.

The Doctor was drawn back to the present. He saw Gary and Roger in a conga
line, one behind the other, other men behind them, and the man in between
Gary and Roger suddenly seemed familiar. It was him. John Smith. The
Doctor. He was having a good time. Being gay. Dancing. He was making moves
in the line. No one was judging him. He was happy. He felt at home. He felt
as if he were with family. Gay men, having a good time, dancing. In a
line. Suddenly from behind, Roger started to lift the Doctor's white t
shirt up and reveal bare belly. The Doctor put his hands over Roger's and
shook his head, "No."  Roger kept trying to lift the Doctor's shirt up and
the Doctor shook his head no and left the line. Roger looked angry and put
his hands back on Gary's body and Gary turned to him. "What happened?"

"I guess he just got tired...it's all so new to him."

Jeremy heard a song he liked but when he looked at the TV screen behind the
bar, he was horrified. He saw himself on the screen and this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg90I_-OdYQ

"Dude," he said to the bar tender, Frank, "Frank, that's not cool."

"Okay, I'll stop it," Frank said with a smile. "I just wanted to try to get
your friend started on singing."

"I'll work on him. He will. But that's not the way."  Jeremy lifted his
beer bottle to Frank.

Jesse moved to the dance area to watch people dancing. He started to move
his body back and forth as he drank his drink. An older man with a bulging
belly came over to him. Jesse tried to ignore him. The man looked at
him. Jesse noticed a receding hairline. The man had on a bowling shirt and
dungarees. "Can I get you another drink?"

Jesse turned. "Huh? Oh. No, I'm good, thanks."

"Do you come here often?"

"Naw. First time. You?"

"Come here all the time. It's a nice place. Do you wanna go outside?"

"No, I'm good."

"I mean..."

Jesse tried not to sound nasty. "Dude, I know what you mean. I'm not
interested, sorry."

The man left to fade back into the crowd. He looked a mixture of anger and
sadness. Another man came over to him, dancing. This man was a bit younger,
at about 35 with a pencil thin moustache. "So..."

"Hell, no."  Jesse looked at the man.

"I was going to suggest we go back to my place. We don't have to do
nothing."

"I'm good, man, thanks."

Jeremy came over to Jesse and put his arm around his back and shoulder. He
looked at the man. The man left. "I told you, dude, that you were going to
attract em."

"Yes, you did. Maybe not this shirt today."

"I'm sure they'd like you to take it off."

"Too early for that shit."

"That one wasn't too bad, man."

"Yeah, I guess."

The Doctor looked at the men. He thought back. A similar thing happened to
him. Two men with moustaches stood in front of him in the same spot Jesse
and Jeremy were in now. "Hey, I saw him first. He's mine."  They both
looked much older than the Doctor.

"You run the Out Group. It's not appropriate."

"Yeah, but we'll let him be the judge of that."

"What are you two talking about?"  The Doctor asked.

The two men laughed at him. "You're adorable."


It's Raining Men was playing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5aZJBLAu1E



"Wanna dance?"  A lean bodied 21 year old with brunette hair, tied back
with a thin bandana asked Jeremy.

Jeremy looked him up and down and nodded yes, "Sure why not."  He handed
his drink to Jesse, who smiled at them both. Jesse drank two drinks as
Jeremy took the boy in his arms. They moved out to the dance floor.

Jeremy looked over the 21 year old. He was lean and had muscular arms and
chest and a small stomach. "I'm Theon. Nice to meet ya."

Jeremy kissed him on the mouth as they danced. "Jeremy..."

"I know. I know who you are," Theon laughed.

"Come here often?"

"Only when I see you."

Jeremy smiled. "You say the classiest things."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"You didn't. I mean it. I love it. I think I'm in love at first sight."

"Really?"  Theon asked. They had to talk loudly because the music
increased.

"Yeah, you must know you're gorgeous. What do you do?"

"I'm a trainer at a small gym."  Theon wore a tank top with slight sleeves
and black, classy, gym pants, so Jeremy should have known.  "You don't
think I'm too small?"

"No," Jeremy said as he screwed up his face, "Do you?"

"I'm trying to get bigger but with my metabolism...fast...I just can't...I
eat and eat and eat the right stuff..."

"Dude, quit trying!"  Jeremy danced with him, "You're perfect."

"You're a good dancer," Theon told him. "And a chest bigger than mine. I
wanna..."

"What?"  Jeremy said, seductively, as he leaned into Theon's face with his
own.

"You'll find out."  Theon laughed and nuzzled Jeremy's nose with his own.

They danced a long time. Theon said, "Dude, I have to take a piss. Meet me
at the bar?"

"Okay," Jeremy said, "You're a good dancer."

"Thanks."  Theon said and headed for the bathroom.

Jesse came over to the approaching Jeremy. "He's hot."

"Yeah. I like his voice. It's got this sort of cool quality to it."

"Better than mine?"  Jesse joked.

"No one's voice is better than your's. You should take them up on the offer
to sing here."

Jesse looked down and laughed.  "I guess I could use the exposure."

"You know..."  Jeremy tilted his body into Jesse's. "...I always like it
when you get more exposed..."

Nearby, was a short Puerto Rican teen in a short cut glitz shirt, purple
with gold lining, and tight gym shorts. He had a sort of heavy set stomach
and a big oval navel and was dancing really well. Jesse thought he was too
girlie though. The kid was dancing with moves that Jesse had never seen
before, moving neck and head in different directions. Arms like an Egyptian
dancer or a belly dancer.  It was sort of turning Jesse off. He sipped his
drink and looked, instead, at Jeremy and Theon.


The Doctor watched and remembered the Puerto Rican dance maven from an
earlier time but was still thinking about the moustache men.

"It's you. I thought so. What's your last name again?"  A big buff blond
asked.

The Doctor let his mind jerk back into the present. "Huh?"  He looked up at
a very tall, very chesty man. "Jim?"

"No, that's my name. Jim Clerk, remember?"

"How could I forget?"

"I never realized how short and small you really are."


Jesse and Jeremy overheard this as there happened to be a very short lull
in the music between songs.  "Did you hear that?"  Jesse asked.

"I sure did. Come on."

"I thought you'd be on Fire Island fucking some teenage potheads," the
Doctor said.

Jim fiddled with his cell phone.  "Yeah, well, we can't all be lucky all
the time. I suppose you're still a virgin?"

"Still at the Out Group?"  The Doctor asked, trying to turn the tone to a
more friendly one.

As Jeremy and Jesse approached, Jim turned to look their way. He smiled at
them.  "Hey, you're..."

"Yeah," Jeremy said.

"Peter fucking Pan!"  Jim laughed.  "And you're..."

"Yeah, what up with our boyfriend here?"  Jesse asked in his best imitation
of a Rapper.

Jim nodded. "Boyfriend? You mean you and he...?"  Jim was looking at his
cell phone and texting, trying to make it seem as if he was important.
"No, you're joking."

"Yeah and me, too," Jeremy added.

Jim smiled a sarcastic smile. A wry smile. A smile that seemed to mock
them. "Three of you. Oh we men, man. Man. I wouldn't tell too many people
about three of you. That's a bit out of the ordinary..."

Jeremy made a face. Jesse shook his head and put both drinks down. He
started to clench his fists. That was when Gary and Roger came over to
them.  "Look who I found."

"After so many months," Roger mocked. "You made it back here. It wasn't
that hard to get back to a gay club, was it?"  He laughed.

"How old are you guys?"  Jesse asked.  "Two?"

"Who the fuck are you?"  Roger asked.

Jeremy interjected this time.  "My boyfriend who'll kick your ass and if he
doesn't, I will if you don't stop talking to the Doc...John like that."

"Who are you to him? We know him well. He's..."

"He's our boyfriend," Jeremy cut in. "So cut the shit."

"Boyfriend?"  Gary asked. He was trying to pull Roger back.

"We didn't mean anything by it," Roger said.

From looking at his cell phone and texts, Jim added, "Yeah, he knows we're
just teasing, right, John?"

"Yeah, just teasing," the Doctor said and nodded. He stood with his back to
Jim, Gary, and Roger to watch the gay kid dancing. Roger nodded to Gary and
Jim and they moved away, toward the back/side yard door.


"Jim...a..."  Jeremy leaned back on the bar. "...former friend of yours,
Doctor?"

The Doctor was staring at Jim as Jim left the room, "Not exactly. He used
to like Cutlasses a lot."

Jeremy curled his lip, "Don't like him. He wasn't very nice."

Jesse turned from looking at Kyle and pointed to Jeremy, "And HE talks
about no body that way."

Theon, returned from the bathroom, heard this. "He sure is a gentle soul."

Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Beautiful soul."

"You two ...you know...together?"  Theon asked before Jeremy could
intervene.

"Yeah," Jesse handed a drink to him. "Don't sweat it, cutie. We're uh, what
you call, open about it."

"Oh."  Theon took a sip. "OH! Oh!"

"Yeah and maybe sometime all three of us..."  Jesse looked at the Doctor's
back. "Or all four of us..."

Theon laughed and snorted, almost getting drink up his nose and out his
nostrils. "PFFAATT. Sure, man. I'm game. You guys are kinda wild."

"Kinda."  The Doctor thought back to another time, another place.
"Kinda. Adric. Tegan. Mara."

Jeremy sipped a drink. "Too bad the Brig couldn't come. I think he'd've
enjoyed this."

"The Brig? Ach, he's a nice guy and all, I'm sure."  Jesse shrugged. "I
just don't care much for the James Bond cloak and dagger stuff. I'm more up
front. Mind you, I liked the older James Bond movies"

Doctor looked at his wrist watch.  "I met him once."

Jesse asked, "James Bond? James Bond is a real person? Why should I be
surprised?"

"Didn't care much for him."

"Why not?"  Jeremy smirked at Jesse.

The Doctor was looking into the crowded dance room. "Too much of an
egotist."

Jesse nudged his elbow, gently, into Jeremy's arm. "Yeah. It's difficult to
connect or have too much of a relationship with an egotist."

"Yeah, I know," the Doctor said, absently, the irony lost on him as his
companions made faces of shock, awe, and amusement, in that order.

The DJ was on a speaker, "And now today's guest performers include Kicking
Daises!!!!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5BeGb_MRQ8

"Kicking Daises! I love them!"  Jeremy yelled, "YEAH!!!"

Long blond haired vocalist Duran Visek, guitarist Ben Spremulli, Caitlyn
Kalafus, and younger sister Carly Kalafus were singing on a stage toward
the back of the club but in the main room, which was attached to an open
area to the left, one giant open bar. Opposite the stage and to the far
opposite of the room was another bar. Some boys, sitting down on a bench
that was on the side of the second bar, stood up, to start clapping. This
group, Kicking Daises, were singing, "Keep My Secrets."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCMXI8kgVPw

The song affected the Doctor in a bad way, Jeremy noticed. He stared at the
Doctor who was staring at the band but not really looking at them. He was
deep in thought, lost in his memories, but somehow the lyrics made things
worse for him.


Something has got to Be wrong with you

The Doctor took the lyrics to heart.

I can't seem to read your mind Is what they're sayin' Really true?  Or is
it just another lie

Jesse looked at the Doctor. "What is he thinking about?"

Built up this wall just to tear it down Was it worth your time?  Thanks to
you things are different now You have turned yourself around

Jeremy put his arm around the Doctor who snuggled into the embrace but
Jeremy felt a chill run through his lover, even through the leather jacket.


How does it feel to be you?  You've got your eyes closed 'cause all you do
is see you But you'll never know

I've caught myself from falling for you I've stopped myself from being used

4am phone call. Doctor woke up. "Hullo?"

Jim crying. "He just dropped me off at Penn Station. I don't even know how
to get home."

"Stay there. I'll come get you."

"I don't know. No, I have to find my way..."

"I'll get the schedule. I'll call you back. Give me the phone...are you on
your cell phone?"

"Yeah..."


I'll keep my secrets closed I'll keep my secrets from you I'm not the one
you thought you knew This time the joke is all on you I'll keep my secrets
closed I'll keep my secrets from you

"My mother said that you and I should..."

"What? What did you mother say, Jim?"

"Nuthing, it doesn't matter."

"You're not into me?"


All's fair in love and war I'll fight to even up the score The rules are
fair It's do or die But knowing you You'll never try You lie to me I'll lie
to you That's just what we do I play this game to prove you wrong So I can
prove you're not the one


Roger telling the Doctor, "Jim's just not into you. He knows you're into
him."

The Doctor to Gary, "He loves telling me about all his conquests. All the
young dudes he's slept with. He grabbed a guy and said, "Do you have red
hair and kissed him in the bathroom."

"You have to let him go. He's not into you. He's slotting around all over
the place."

(Hey!!)

How does it feel to be you?  You've got your eyes closed 'cause all you do
is see you But you'll never know

I've caught myself from falling for you I've stopped myself from being used
I'll keep my secrets closed I'll keep my secrets from you I'm not the one
you thought you knew This time the joke is all on you

New Year's Eve. Phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"I wanna kill myself..."

"John?"

"Yeah, help me please. I have to talk to someone...I feel my regen is just
messed up."

"Hold on, hold on. I don't know what you're talking about. You woke me up."

"Can you just talk to me, please..."

"No, man. I'm asleep."

Click.

The Doctor stared at the phone. At the band.

I'll keep my secrets closed I'll keep my secrets from you

Oh, you'll never know Yeah you'll never know No, you'll never know You'll
never know Yeah you'll never know No, you'll never know

I've caught myself from falling for you I've stopped myself from being used
I'll keep my secrets closed I'll keep my secrets from you I'm not the one
you thought you knew This time the joke is all on you I'll keep my secrets
closed I'll keep my secrets from you Oh, you'll never know X3

The Doctor fled the bar. He left by the front door. At the back door, Gary,
Roger and Jim were talking. They saw the Doctor flee. "Same old John."
Roger said.

Jim laughed. "He's such a loser."

"That vocalist is a hottie," Jesse mentioned to Jeremy, who looked around
and saw the Doctor's back leaving the front door. He nudged Jesse and they
both took off. Jesse and Jeremy, almost as one, tore out after the Doctor.

Theon put his drink down and followed them. He then turned back to the
drink he put on the bar and picked it up again. Frank looked at him. "I
might...I might...he might need this."  He left with the drink. He returned
and took the second drink, one that Jeremy left on the bar.

Outside, Jeremy and Jesse caught up to the Doctor at Bessie. It was not
quite night time yet but the sun was in the midst of going
down. Twilight. The sky was a sort of purple, yellow, red. Bursts of
fireworks were shooting up into it. They could still hear the blasts of
M-80s and other fireworks. Bottle rockets shot across the sky.

The Doctor had his back to them and was leaning on the side. "Doctor,
what's wrong?"

Jesse said, "Yeah, we both know there's something going on with you. What
is it?"

"I can't...I just can't. I can't. I can't do this. I have to go."

As he started to get into Bessie, Jesse moved in between the car and the
Doctor. "No. You're not gonna run from this. You're gay. You know
it. You've known it now for how long?"

"Yeah, we don't know much about...well, we know almost everything about
your far past, your birth..."

Jesse raised his eyebrows. "Been there ...delivered that."

"...but about what happened directly before we met you."

"You know the Master tried to make me think I was my own son to dilute my
Time Lord abilities and more important have my head messed up..."

Theon arrived. "Hey, I t thought you were into me but if you weren't you
could have

Jeremy turned to him. "I am into you...just wait..."

Theon took in Bessie.  "...oh, man, cool car, dude."

"Thank you," the Doctor said.

"Go on," Jesse stammered. "Tell us it all."

"I was in a fight...the Master was tracking me. He tried to make me..."

"We know that part. What happened before...between the regeneration..."
Jeremy started.

"What you guys talking about?"  Theon asked.  He held a drink out to the
Doctor.

"No, I'm good," the Doctor said but took it anyway and drank it down and
handed him back the empty glass.

"Our lover here is not really John Smith...He's a Time Lord."  Jeremy told
him.

"From the planet Gallifrey in binary star system in the constellation of
Kasterborous."  Jesse added.

Theon looked at them. He had his eyebrows raised. "You all been taking too
much a this..."

"It's at galactic coordinates ten-zero-eleven-zero-zero by zero-two from
galactic zero centre," the Doctor continued.

"So...by Time Lord...you mean?"

"I have two hearts..."

Jesse pointed to each heart. "He has two hearts."

"And at 170 beats per minute, usually. What else? I can use the respiratory
bypass system I have to survive strangulation or stop my breathing with no
ill effects."

"No ill effects," Jeremy repeated.

The Doctor was still absent minded in thought. Even so, he added, "An
internal body temperature of 15 degrees Celsius...oh, for those you
backwards types from backward type planets, that's 59 degrees Fahrenheit. I
can survive the full exposure to the vacuum effect of outer space with no
ill effects but in a vacuum for an extended period, I have to have some
air."

"He can put himself into a self-induced coma but it lowers body temperature
to below freezing," Jeremy added.

"Which..."  Jesse started.

Theon raised his hand and empty glass in the other hand. "No, no,
no. Stop!"  They all looked at each other. "Do I take it that you are FROM
outer space?"

"Yes, and what you call inner time."

"His skin can survive the full pressure of outer space...he's thick
skinned," Jesse said.

"Man, he don't look so thick skinned to me," Theon said. "If you guys
are...are putting me on to put me off...I'm going back inside."

"Yeah, go ahead then, go then and run to them," The Doctor called to him,
suddenly very angry instead of sad.

"NO."  Jeremy protested, "He's heard the truth. He might as well stay."

Theon looked at them.

"You do care, don't you?"  The Doctor moved off Bessie to Theon. In the
darkening night and loss of day, Theon felt scared of the Doctor but awed
at the same time. Shiny light from the leaving sun hit him but the dark was
shrouding slowly around him. The Doctor held a right hand out, reaching his
arm toward the 21 year old brunette. He touched Theon's cheek. He noticed
the neatly trimmed stubble for the first time on the youth.

Theon touched the Doctor's hand with his own, covering it.  "You're
hand. It's very warm."

"That's an alien hand," Jesse informed him.

Theon smiled and shut his eyes. "It doesn't feel like an alien hand."

The Doctor smiled and put his hand down. "You can stay. I mean I'd like you
to stay."

"Okay. Stay," Theon said, "I will."

"So what's the problem," Jesse imitated Marisa Tomei from My Cousin Vinnie.

The Doctor started to talk. He stopped. "Theon, you're hair...it's
so...shiny..."

"Cider apple vinegar. Once a week. That's all I use on it."

"Oh."

"Doc?"  Jesse asked.

The Doctor leaned in to Theon.  "Oh, Theon, don't call me Doc like these
two do. It makes me very angry."

"And you wouldn't like him when he's angry," Jeremy added.

"C'mon, stop avoiding, Doctor," Jesse said and grew angry, "Before I get
angry."

"Whoops, too late," the Doctor looked at Theon, who laughed.

"I think he's stealing your date," Jesse moved closer to Jeremy and nudged
his body into him.

"He's our date," Jeremy, who's face originally grew worried from Jesse's
statement, changed into one of amusement and one who thought himself
clever.

The Doctor nodded. "All right let's go back inside."  He started to move
toward the club but the three other boys blocked him and held their hands
out onto his chest and held him out.  "Theon, you traitor."

"Sorry, Doc..." Theon started to say but saw the Doctor's wide eyed
reaction to the "Doc" and Theon quickly added the "...tor."

"You need to let this out," Jeremy said and dropped his hands. "But if
you'd rather not..."  He moved aside Jesse and Theon easily and put his
hands out toward the club.

"Thank you."  The Doctor headed for the door.

Jesse gave Jeremy an angry, frustrated look and shook his head "no."  Theon
looked bewildered. Jeremy shrugged. He held his hands out as he did. The
Doctor stopped in the parking lot mid-way to the club. He turned and came
back to Bessie, where the boys waited.


"Jim. He used to like Cutlasses. That's a kind of car. And sex. A lot but
not from me. Told me all about all his sexcapades. I think he did it to
make me turned off to him or make me realize I didn't have a chance with
him. He also liked to brag about money. He thought I had money but that I
got my house from my parents. He knew all that shit hurt me but he did it
anyway. "

"You told him that?"

"I told him a lot. But a lot of it was wrong. You saw me when I was messed
up. Before you both saved me...from the Master...from myself. My
regeneration was a bad one. It left me messed up for a long time and then
the Master kept sending me these nightmarish dreams to confuse me
further. I didn't know who I was or what I was saying a lot of the time. I
was a mess. Totally."

Theon extended the second drink to the Doctor.

"No," the Doctor laughed out. "No, thank you, kid."

"Theon."

"Theon."

"I had what can only be deemed as a school boy crush on him."

"Is that all? Fuck him. He's a fucking asshole," Jesse said.  "No, wait. I
like one of those."

"And that guy, Roger, told me I have no personality."

Jesse says, "What a jerk off. No, wait, I like jerk offs...what a total
dick...wait a sec, I like those, too. He's a pussy. There, that settles
that."


From inside they could hear Kicking Daises taking a break and a new song
start:

Five Seconds of Summer singing Amnesia:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCCJCILiX3o

"You said you were in a fight. With Jim?"  Jesse asked. He started back
toward the club. "I'm gonna beat his fucking ass!"

"Me, too!" Jeremy snarled. "He's a dead man."

The Doctor, who had leaned back on Bessie, lifted off the car and looked
down and shook his hands with the air.  "No. No, no, no. One of my usual
fights."


The Doctor looked into the sky and saw stars start to appear. "I see
Venus."

"Penis?"  Theon asked.

"Theon." Jesse put his arm around Theon. "You're gonna fit right in with
us."  They both smiled.


"As you both know, this is where I lived just before I met you two...that
one, he wasn't very, shall we say nice to me."

"Fuck him. No, don't. Forget him. Who was the fight with?"

"One Mr. Finch, known as Brother Lassar. The leader of a group of
Krillitanes."

"Krillitanes? Never heard of them!"  Jesse blurted out.

"Maybe they're just smaller scale than Daleks and Cybermen and Sontarans
and Sycorax..."  Jeremy said.

"Bat like creatures but far more voracious. They eat human flesh and
bone... apparently leaders of their kind can survive explosions...one cell
can grow back into a full Krillitane."

"And you..."  Jeremy pointed at the Doctor, "Didn't know that?"

"I didn't."  The three boys looked at the Doctor. The Doctor
frowned. "Well, I can't know everything, can I!?"

"Go on," Theon said.

"I was in the body just before this one when..."


The Earlier Doctor (might be Patrick Stewart but prefer it to be another
incarnation) is in a punch fight with Mr. Finch in the Peter Capaldi
version of the TARDIS console room.

Finch yelled, "I'm stuck in this form thanks to you! But I'll have your
TARDIS!"

The Doctor grabbed Finch's arms, grabbing the suit jacket material, "I'll
kill you first and die before I let that happen!

Finch snarled and his bat teeth showed through his mouth, "So be it!"

The two fought and the Doctor seemed to have the upper hand, pushing Finch
toward the white doors. Finch then gathered up all his strength and pushed
the Doctor at the console. The Doctor's ass hit the door control.

"Wait a minute?"  Jesse asked, "Your ass?"

"Go on, Doctor," Jeremy said, shooting Jesse a nasty look.

The TARDIS doors opened and both Finch and the Doctor fell out, as one,
still clinging to each other in battle. Beneath them there were a number of
suns colliding.  The pair fell into it. Finch's body turned to skeleton
form and finally his bones melted as he tried to scream.

The Doctor said, "I regenerated. The..."

"Wait a minute again," Jesse interrupted.  "As I take it, regeneration can
only do so much. If you fell into a few suns...I think that goes beyond
what regen can do for you!"

"Some unseen aliens. Even I didn't know about them. They lived in the
suns. During the collision of suns, they are at, were at their height of
powers. They saved me but not Finch. But returning me to Earth...they knew
from my mind that previously, I had set up a house in Long Island, never
lived in it until they returned me to it. I was still very confused. It was
a few months before I met you both."

"What about the gay thing?" Jeremy asked.

"I began to take stock of my lives. Life as a whole. I realized that...I
had loved many men before but never acted on it. Well, at least I thought I
hadn't. I think maybe I did with a guy named Tom and a former companion
named Casey. They were both hot...at different times I knew them. They were
hot."

"Yes."  Jesse grew impatient. "We know they were hot, Doctor."

"How did he get in the TARDIS in the first place?"  Jeremy asked.

"Oh, Finch. Smart Krillitane. He used my former companion Donna
Noble. Hypnotized her, almost ate her but I lured him away from her, got
her out of the TARDIS, her memories back... and that's a long story in and
of itself. My 11th incarnation returned her memories safely some time
before that. Anyway, he tricked the redhead into opening the doors."  He
said, puzzled, "She still had the key. I should those things back when they
leave."

"I wonder why they saved you?" Theon asked.

"Don't look a gift horse..."  Jeremy said.

"Yeah, don't complain," Jesse smiled.

"I..."  The Doctor started to say an explanation. Then, it occurred to
him. "I ...I don't know."

"Never mind."  Jesse said, "It's all over now."

"Well, it wasn't then. I searched for my identity. As I was doing this, the
Master was beaming nightmares into my brain...trying to undermine my
thought processes and he succeeded."

Jesse punched his fist into his other hand. "The villain."

"I tried gay bars. I tried an out group. It occurred to me that I traveled
around the universe with the prettiest of women and never once could I
carry through on having a...relationship with them. I loved them, to be
sure but I always wanted more. My people used to frown on gay sex and gay
relationships."

Theon said, "Yeah. I know how you feel. Mine..."

Jesse interrupted again. "Doc, I've seen your people. I rather think that
on your planet, ten percent are more straight than gay and the rest...GAY!"

"Yeah," Jeremy agreed. "They look a pretty faggy bunch to me."

"In any case..."  the Doctor cleared his throat. "In any case...I tried an
Out Group where I met Gary and Jim. Jim, I should have known was too into
himself. All throughout the sessions, he played with and answered his cell
phone, ignored what anyone else said, and was just well, too, into
himself. The three of us met at bars together and Jim kept bragging about
his exploits...sex with other guys with ease, neighbor guys who wanted to
jerk off with him and did, teenage potheads who wanted money from him, I
mean Gary, who later met and fell in love with...I think...that awful Roger
guy...told me that Jim had a reputation of slutting around. Me? I was
envious of him.  I wanted sex with men but never got it. Never found it. I
went to a gay sci fi club for Christmas's sake!"

"But you found us or rather we found you. I mean K9 got us for you. It was
he who piloted the TARDIS, right?"  Jeremy asked.

"I believe so. Or it was me. Not sure. Things are still a little hazy. I
think he and it guided you to me. To help me. I do know he instructed you
both to have sex with me."

"Clever dog," Jeremy murmured.

"You have an intelligent dog?" Theon asked. "I love dogs."

"Boy. Wait till you meet K9."  Jesse told him.

"To quote my 9000 year diary: Doctor's 9000 Year Diary: "Well I managed
with sex with my two companions, Jesse, gymnast, the dancer, singer,
celebrity and Jeremy, the actor, dancer, karate boy, fencer, surfer, to
break the spell the Master put over me. It's apparent he's escaped again,
escaped death again, like me. I don't know a lot about myself yet. I know
I'm a Time Lord, I am the Doctor, not his son. I know that my lives were up
but I've apparently regenerated again. My father was a Time Lord, my mother
was human but somehow something made me more than half a Time Lord from the
planet Gallifrey. The Master's plan involved invading my dreams and making
me think I was the Doctor's son. I'm not. I AM The Doctor.  Gallifrey may
or may not be destroyed, time wiped. Jesse and Jeremy were picked up the
way I experienced in my so called dream however some of the events were
different. I know I was dying and they both saved me. Now I must try to
find out what happened to my planet, my people, my former companions, and
my other selves. I must also try to keep these two very hot teenage boys
under control.  They are, like me, so full of energy...and they want to see
everything everywhere every time. Geepers, maybe I should just bring them
back home to their rightful time and place..."

"Good memory, dude," Theon stated.  "I mean I wasn't there so I think."

"Yeah," Jeremy agreed and nodded his head.

"C'mon let's go back inside. Thing is, you're over it. You're gay. We're
gay with you. It was your coming out."

"I know that, Jesse," the Doctor watched Jesse move toward the front
door. "It was just...there were promises...there were groups...there were
the possibilities of friends and help and love and sex and relationships. I
thought in the very least I had found friends who would understand my being
gay and help me. It was a hurtful time. Long Island's not a forgiving place
to be gay on. If you're not young-ish or looking great or very, very old
and looking it..."

Theon broke in, "Dude, you are good looking and young-ish and desirable..."

"...but if you exude a feeling of a lack of confidence or if you think
you're ugly and don't want to be gay, there's not a lot of help, especially
in this time zone...this year...2006 I guess it was. There was nowhere to
turn to. I did want to kill myself."

"What?"  Jesse asked, shocked. "You?"

"I helped talk Jim into his senses one night when some guy he picked up on
the net, that's the internet...left him at Penn Station. The guy rejected
him. He called me at like 4am crying. He wanted to jump onto the tracks. I
talked him out of it and offered to come pick him up. I sent him info on
his cell phone that told him how to get home. The guy and his friends just
left him on the streets or something. I think they then went to a club. Jim
used to say he looked like John Candy. But you've seen him. Does he look
like John Candy?"

Jesse started to speak but Jeremy shot him a "shut up" look. Jesse closed
his mouth.

"More like Arnold crossed with, I don't know, Brad Pitt."

"Oh, and he's blond, too!"  Jesse yelled.

"Anyway," the Doctor went on, "...anyway...he...got home all right. One
night, New Year's Eve, I think it was, very late too. I called him needing
someone to talk to. I told him I didn't want to live."

"Not exactly the same thing as killing yourself," Theon put in.

"No. But if I could have I would have. I...something always stopped me. I
don't know what. My friends. The thoughts of them. Of my family. Of my
feelings about God maybe. I developed those over time. I never used to
believe but I've encountered enough things to make me believe in God and an
afterlife but that's not the point. I needed Jim and he just told me he was
sleeping. Didn't even call me to see if I was all right the next day."

"All right. You were all right."  Theon put his arm around the Doctor's
back. "It's all right, Doctor. It's all right."

"He knows," Jeremy put an arm around the Doctor. "Won't you come back
inside with us now?"

The Doctor smiled. "I will. I just want to take in some more of this newly
fresh nighted air."

"Knighted," Jeremy pointed, "I see what you did there."

"Good, huh?"

"No."  Jeremy moved toward Jesse and they both moved toward the front
door. Jeremy pointed at him again. "Be back inside with us in five minutes
or we're coming out after you again."

"I promise," the Doctor raised his hand, "Margarine..."

"What's that mean?"  Theon asked.

"Old reference," Jesse put an arm around Theon, returning to the Doctor and
Theon. He lead the 21 year old away. "It has to do with William Shatner."

"That guy from Star Trek 3?"

"Yeah and Boston Legal," Jesse said. He looked back at the Doctor and
winked.

The Doctor looked up into the night sky. "So many stars. So many to still
see. Visit. Thank you, guys, whoever you were. Are. But what is it you did
want from me? Why save me? Why return me here? Did you want something from
me? Or were you just benevolent?"

The others went back inside. They didn't see Jim leaving the Bunkhouse
because there were so many people pushed together. Even tall ones. Jim was
taller than most of them but in the dark they didn't see him. They had to
show the bouncer their bracelets.



"July 4th Night Bunkhouse"


Jim came out of the Bunkhouse and walked across the parking lot to his
car. It was two cars away from Bessie. Jim looked up and back, saw the
Doctor at Bessie, and shook his head in the negative. He fake laughed. Jim
put the key of his car into the lock. It was a red Cutlass. The Doctor
shook his head, too. Jim wasn't even going to say anything to him. The
Doctor started back at the Bunkhouse but thought better of it. He turned
back toward the Cutlass. He was going to give Jim Clerk a piece of his
mind.

"Yes, I wanted to give Jim Clerk a piece of my mind. Little did I know
lurking in the darkness, cutting through it and out of it, was something
that wanted to eat a piece of his."

Jim hesitated before he opened his car door. He turned and spotted the
Doctor coming toward him. He gave a nod of his chin upward as if to say,
"What're you gonna do?"

The Doctor wasn't quite at the Cutlass when the night air, still, even from
the fireworks at this point, was cut by the loudest sound of all: a
motorcycle engine roaring. Jim looked around at the gas station across the
street from the Bunkhouse on the West side. From out of the sky came the
wheel of a motorcycle.  A motorcycle with a rider with a helmet on, the
face plate dark and obscuring the face of the rider. The eyes shown with
redness and blood. Jim could see in those few seconds...the skull lined
with hanging flesh. The motorcycle flew through the air at Jim Clerk.  The
big, gay muscle blond screamed like a little girl!

"Oh no!"  The Doctor jumps in front of him)The big, gay muscle blond
screams! The Doctor jumped in front of Jim. He stared up with frenzy as the
motorcycle monster drove the motorcycle out of the star studded sky at
him. Zoom in on the monster skull.  Zoom in on the Doctor's face!

TO BE CONTINUED...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zeeq3Hnf_Y
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AmUNyUmjug

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgdrwARofn4

http://www.shirtless.tk/2011/08/jesse-mccartney.html
http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/jeremy-sumpter/images/7554047/title/jeremy-photo


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75V4ClJZME4











EXTRA : UNUSED SCENE:

This scene came out of nowhere and added nothing to the story. It also made
the Doctor too angry, as if he were about to hulk out and beat the shit out
of these big guys, which he could have but I just didn't think this felt
right and I wanted the joke about Jeremy's traveling when they parked and
not before or after a fight scene.

EXTRA: Bessie pulled quickly into the parking lot and a small car of large
bodybuilder types, all shirtless, pulled into a spot that was just ahead of
Bessie. "They came out of nowhere!"  Jeremy pointed.

"I know!"  The Doctor said.

"N' looking at em' I'm about to cum out of nowhere."

The Doctor looked out. "That was our spot!"

The extremely large driver stepped out of the car. "There's a spot across
the street in the shopping center."  He tried to sound serious. His pal, a
big redhead, freckled all over his face and chest, laughed and the driver
nudged him and laughed, too.

"Doctor, don't..."  Jesse tried to grab the Doctor's arm but failed. The
Doctor stepped out of Bessie.

Jeremy shut his eyes, "Oh no."

The Doctor went up to him. The man was about two feet taller. He looked
down at the Doctor. "What are you gonna do, huh?"

"Tell you that you're rude."

"I'm rude? You want me to move it?"

"No. Because I'm the bigger man."

The Doctor was either going to use the Venusian karate on them or touch the
man on the head and make him sleep and then tell him, "You were
right. There is a spot across the street in the shopping center."  And then
park Bessie there.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCMXI8kgVPw



Note: a lot of the stuff in this episode really happened and a lot of the
characters are based on real people. The names have been changed to...well,
because that's what's done all the time. In a previous episode, the bird
with one leg was from a real event that happened to me and a friend; we
really saw a bird that had one leg extending from its body, not a
disfigurement. The dove with the apple body, however, is entirely made up.


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