Date: Wed, 22 Jul 2015 19:11:50 -0400
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 151

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Jeremy, Doctor Who, and Jesse 151



THE HARD RIDER OF DEATH part 5
Aka COMING TO A HELMET

Jeremy was nude and the monster motorcyclist jumped on him as he tried to
get up. The being began to rape him! "AHHH! NO!"

Jeremy had been raped before but not by a creature made from the flesh of
others, the flesh which now stank and melded to a core interior quite
unlike any other human body in the world. "NO! STOP IT! STOP!"

Flesh in the wrong places, ribs sticking out and in, heart beating
irregularly, and a patchwork body. The sizzling feeling of a fireworks
burned on Jeremy's skin as it touched him. He felt the penis of two men
enter his anus and throb inside. He gasped as his anus seemed too small for
the tumescence of the creature's hybrid penis. As he reeled upward in pain,
the monster's arms held his shoulders down and he thought, "Could this
thing actually cum inside him?"

A thrust from the hips of the borrowed body shook him down again and his
attempt to prop himself up on his arms by pushing down on his hands and
stretching upward was lost. He was face down, an impossibly disgusting
monster man on his back and holding down his shoulders, the weight of the
creature heavier than he remembered, about as tall as he was, now naked and
trying to derive DNA from him as well as enter DNA into him. He struggled
some more, moving his body to and fro but it was no use. He wondered if the
heat from the body would burn his back, his buttocks, his legs or his
shoulders. "DON'T DO THIS!"

Could this thing even understand what he wanted, that he wanted it to stop?
It seemed to when it attacked the bar on the Fourth of July. It could kill
him right now but instead, it seemed determined to fuck him as humans
fuck. He could tell it was having trouble. He grit his teeth and tried to
fight some more but there was no struggling loose or free. It had a grip on
him, pinning him to the ground. If he hadn't turned his cheek to dirt, he'd
be eating dirt right now. Tears filled his eyes as he felt the penis engulf
his interior. The only wetness he felt was his own. Inside and
out. Sweat. He gathered this thing had no testosterone. He swallowed hard
and started to sob. "Get offa me!"

In the modern, wood framed church on the grounds, Adam Leigh put down four
children and turned to Joey. "Watch them!"

"Where are you going?"

"Just watch them!"  Adam fled through the huge doors of the modern, flame
birch colored church and ran across the path, past small multi colored
gardens and towering fern trees and more greenery.

When he reached the path that he last saw Jeremy, he scanned the
area. People, seemingly in recovery, filled the area. There were others,
though, that seemed to not know what was happening at all. He asked a few
where the motorcycle maniac was. A few shrugged. One woman with a dog
pointed to the woods beyond.

Adam ran to the edge of the path and stopped. He saw a cut trail made by
the motorcycle. He followed it. "Jeremy?!"  He cupped his mouth and yelled,
"Jeremy Sumpter? Where are you?"  Another quick scan of the left and right
woods, made him realize that both the monster and boy were gone. Then he
spotted it. A giant seared hole through the metal fence. He managed to get
to it and it took him some time. He touched the outer edge of the hole. It
was still very hot. Something burned through it.


"Doctor's Log. July 5th. 3:34 PM. I needed to make a stop at the cemetery
near the Bunkhouse."

The black topped parking lot of the Bunkhouse was nearly empty. Two cars
filled it. One was Frank's. The other was Bessie. The top was down and a
figure lay sprawled on the driver's side. The heat was almost oppressive
but the young, healthy blond loved this weather. Absently, he fumbled with
his hand under his shirt.

Frank, the bar tender walked over to Bessie where Jesse lay in the driver
side, it being a British car, on the right side if you faced the steering
wheel, seat down. "Oh, hey, Frank."

"Cool car, kid."

"Thanks."

"Where's your friends?"

"One's missing and may be prisoner of a monster and the other is in a
cemetery."

"That the Doctor?"  Frank nodded to the green and gray colored cemetery,
which was behind and slightly adjacent to the bar. It was about 100 feet
away. The Doctor was just a tiny figure to their point of view. They could
make out the Doctor talking. Jesse sat up. A large row of neatly planted
trees blocked what he was talking to from them.  "It's nice that he's
paying his respects to the deceased."

As he furrowed his brow, Jesse grew suspicious. "No. No one's dead to
him. Not really."

"Does he often...talk to them?"

"What? The Doctor? Talk to the dead? Every day I should imagine."  Jesse
leaned forward and beeped the horn.

The Doctor jumped from the sound and his ...whatever he was doing. He
seemed to look at something that was out of sight to Frank and Jesse.

Jesse saw the inaction on the Doctor's part so he stood up, held onto
Bessie's window frame with his right hand and yelled, "Let's fucking go."

The Doctor waved Jesse's impatience off.

"C'mon, we gotta go save Jeremy!"

Finally, the Doctor came back.

"Why this stop?"

"I'll explain later."

"If only Jeremy had taken one of the cell phones."

"Well, he didn't...and in my extensive experience, I've found that cell
phones, even highly advanced ones, create more problems than they
solve. Time eddies, paradoxes, and even serial killers who lure victims
using them. Cell phones. Not a big fan. I use...other methods."

"Which leads me to ask what were you doing out there? Did you find a clue,
Sherlock?"

"Hello, Frank."  The Doctor greeted Frank with a slap on the back to the
bigger man. He made a face at Jesse to move out of the driver's seat. Jesse
looked sheepish and screwed up the right side of his mouth as he scooted
over to the left side of the car. He hopped over Bessie's door and sat down
behind the steering wheel.

"What was that all about?"

"I told you, I'll explain later."

"Are we going to find Jeremy now?"

"I'm open to suggestions."

"Well, why didn't we save time and take the TARDIS?"

"You are full of questions today, aren't you?"  The Doctor put dark, black
shades on his eyes. Sun glasses.  "Do I look cool?"

"You wish," Jesse said as he raised his head. He studied the Doctor as
Bessie pulled out of the parking lot. "Okay, yeah, you do but...ish, can
you..."  Jesse leaned over and took the shades off. "...answer me?"

"I have the TARDIS energizing itself up, preparing to take on the
monster. I couldn't spare any energy moving it."  He took the shades and
put them back on.

Jesse frowned and sank into his seat. He crossed his arms.

"Doctor's Log. July 5th Saturday Afternoon.  5 PM. I had more preparations
to make and as I wanted to save Jeremy just as much as Jesse did, I didn't
have time for anxiety or apprehension while waiting...as he did..."

Jesse watched as the TARDIS vanished from the den. He whirled
around. "What's he playing at?"  He ran to the window in the living
room. He moved curtains aside to see the TARDIS appear in the drive
way. Suddenly, he was aware of the phone ringing in the kitchen. "Land
line? Who uses that anymore?"  He ran to the phone and picked it up. He
noticed the phone number on the caller ID. "Jeremy? Jeremy, where are you?"

Jeremy spoke lowly. "Jes. Jess. I'm in trouble. Need you. Need the
Doctor. Get the Doctor...Ace Auto Wreckers... killed workers here. Long
Island...Av... Airvenahhhh! Jesse!"

Jesse looked at the phone. He called to Jeremy over and over again. "No
answer."

In a panic, Jesse ran outside to the TARDIS and pushed the doors. They
would not open. "What the fuck?"  He banged on the doors. "Open this!
Doctor! Jeremy just called. The phone went dead. I'm afraid...he is, too!!!
DOCTOR!"  He looked in his pockets for the key. He took to the banging
again. He realized his key was inside his room in the TARDIS. "Doctor, open
up! DOC...!"

The Doctor is was in the console room. The TARDIS suddenly changed into a
first class motorcycle.




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It was in the driveway and Jesse was banging naked air.  "...TOR! Open
up...wha da hell?"

The Doctor was on the seat and he started the motor up.  He smiled, "It
worked. It finally worked. Since 1985 the chameleon circuit hasn't worked
properly. This is history."

"History?"  Jesse asked. "You know all about that, don't you?"

"Most of it...hey, hop on!"

Jesse just arrived. "What are you...? Hey, this is really cool..."  He felt
up the blue leather seat and his fingers reached the Doctor's buttocks and
kept pushing under the butt crack. He folded his fingers up.

"Get on."


"Doncha mean in?"  Jesse straddled the ample seat behind the Doctor. His
voice shook as he said, "Doctor, Jeremy...he just called. He...he got cut
off. I think he might be under some kind of control or...or even dead..."
His face screwed up and he fought back the desire to cry.

"Stop. We can't think like that. He's not dead!"

"It...it sounds like a trap..."

"Well, of course it's a trap!"  The Doctor snapped. "And it's my
fault. I...I told it I was a Time Lord."

"No. You told it you weren't human," Jesse recalled. "IIRC..."

"Huh?"

"If I recall correctly. C'mon, Doc, get with the net times."

"It wants more Time Lord DNA. It wants the TARDIS. With the power in that,
it might just be able to turn completely into..."

"Human?"

"No. It could never do that. Something worse than it is now. But it doesn't
know that. It's basically selfish. Evil. Just wants what it wants. In
Jeremy, it sees something...only one God like being could successfully
become human..."

"Jeremy may not be dead but...there are worse things than death, right?"


The Doctor admitted, "Yes, he's in danger! That thing will find out he's
got Time Lord DNA in him..."


Jesse swallowed his cry. "Happens to us all the time. We've had that in us
before..."

The Doctor said, "Yes, well, this time, it might know it's alien to Earth
and as it's looking for human DNA..."

Jesse nodded. "He'll be okay, though, right? He lived through an attack by
it already."

"Jer's DNA makes the alien vulnerable. It took DNA from him. If it doesn't
work, human, he might think the Time Lord DNA can make him as close as he
can get. And if it does not work with one Time Lord lover, you might be
next."

"I'll be fine. But..."  Jesse looked worried, "Jeremy? Why're you worried
about him? He can take care of himself."

The Doctor bit his lower lip, "Yes, that's what worries me---he's gone off
to try to stop it himself, convince it not to do what it's doing. We've got
to find him...he's going to try to pull the power unit off it..."


Jesse asked, "The helmet?"

The Doctor snapped, "Yes, the helmet! Its power source! It must have
somehow made that...out of star stuff."


"Star stuff?"

"Yes! I haven't got time to explain what a star is made of!"

"Okay, I'm sorry. It's just that some of your explanations...go on. I'm
sorry."

"To become human, it had to make something first. I don't know what kind of
power source it used to start itself up though...some kind of metal from
another world or maybe even something from a black hole. To make the power
source and then connect to...I suppose it is a bit above even my head. You
see, Jeremy's the one that got away. Only he can touch it and live...but it
might fully occupy his entire being..."

Jesse swallowed, "Let's go already!" He pressed the handle power surge and
the bike, the TARDIS, drove off, the Doctor falling back a bit.

As they drove along, Jesse had his arms wrapped around the Doctor and his
hands on his tight stomach. "Hey, where's K9?"

The Doctor pointed to the seat under him.

Jesse looked startled. "Under your ass?"

"Inside the TARDIS..."  As he drove on, the Doctor said, "I have to make a
stop first."

"Another stop? Doc, you should have used the little boy's room in the TARD
before we turned it into a motorcycle."




"I need some more help in stopping it."


The blue honed TARDIS motorcycle soared into the parking lot, zipping
across Deer Park Avenue and a large stone bank. It stopped near a light
pole in front of a 7-11 store. It was almost twilight outside but the
lights from the 7-11 and a nearby restaurant lit up the area, not that it
needed it yet. The Doctor took the sonic screwdriver out of his
pocket. Jesse, who was holding onto the Doctor for dear life, let go and
hopped off. "That's the sonic screwdriver."

"Well done, Jesse."  The Doctor looked at the front of the store and found
what he wanted. "Aha, they still do hang out here on Saturdays!"

"Oh no, you're not going to..."  Jesse waved his hands.

"Yes, I am."  The Doctor moved to a row of 13 motorcycles, most of them
large and silver and new looking. "Harley Davison, every one, by the look
of them."

Jesse, sheepish, followed. He looked around for anyone to notice them. Most
people were going about their business and not paying any attention to
them. There weren't many people around anyway. Most were home eating
dinner. The Doctor bent down over the end motorcycle. Jesse's eyes darted
around to see if anyone saw them. "What? What the hell do you think you're
doing? Trying to get us killed?"

Inside the store, there was a full view outside the glass windows of the
Doctor bending down, opening the light on the first motorcycle. The gang
were too busy getting frosties, smoothies, and other drinks, one skinny
bleach blond motorcycle guy had bought and was smoking a cigarette. There
was Steve, the gang leader, large shouldered, muscular, and like the other
wearing the same jacket: a black affair that had the words MONSTER
ASSASSINS on the back of it. There were red roses under the logo. Then,
there was Mark, a taller man, older, totally gray hair. Jeans and black
pointed boots were worn by all the members of the gang. Mark's looked red
tipped. He sipped a coffee. Barry was a taller slender, long haired member
who wore a bandana around his hair but didn't tie it up. He was 28. He
looked less clean than Steve and Mark. Other members included the rotund,
unhealthy thick armed, potbellied Roy who had a kerchief around his
thinning hair. His boyfriend, also a bleach blond, seemed only about 5
percent effeminate and with longer hair than all the others except for
Barry. The boyfriend's name was Kurt and he had no shirt on under his
MONSTER ASSASSINS vest, revealing a skinny but muscled body.

Others included Dan (a black man with his hair dyed red, also with no shirt
under his leather vest), Don, Lee, Dick, Bill, Harry, Maycream (yes,
Maycream), and Van (an albino with very red eyes and completely white
hair).

Roy, about 30, fake punched 24 year old Kurt in front of the windows,
unaware of the Doctor proceeding down the line of bikes.

Jesse was pinching his shirt and waving off his chest to create some
air. He was sweating profusely. "Doctor, let's go before they see us and
kill us."

"I can't. I need them."

"I..."

"Look, I'm almost done, just about five more to go. Do me a favor..."


"Anything..."

"Go to the end of the row and make sure they don't fall..."

"No."

"Do it. Please."

Jesse threw his hands up, making his shirt ride up with wear.

Steve, the 28 year old, motorcycle gang leader pointed. "Hey, those two
clowns have been touching our bike's lights!"  He snapped his fingers and
Mark and Dan alerted the rest of the gang to follow outside.

Just as the Doctor had finished, Jesse let go of the last bike. "Good,
you're done. Now how do you expect..."  His letting go, caused the end bike
to fall over into the other bikes and one by one, dominos, they all
fell. The Doctor, in his bent position, went wide eyed.

Jesse was wide eyed as well. He watched, in rapidly growing horror as each
bike fell into the other, until all of them were on each other, the last
one on the ground! He put his hands on his head and bent his elbows to do
so. He wanted to pull his hair out. In frustration, he left his hands on
the side/back of his blond head. His mouth was open in terror.

The gang poured out of the 7-11 at that moment. Jesse stared. He couldn't
talk. The fallen bikes were between Jesse and the gang. He didn't even
think to run. It would not work. The Doctor was as yet unseen from his
crouching position but they knew he was there because Steve had seen
him. The Doctor rose up, standing to his full height of 5'5. He raised his
right arm and twiddled his fingers on the appropriate hand to wave.  "Hello
there. Lovely twilight we're having."

Roy snarled. "That was a good movie series."

"Shut up, Roy," Mark snarled from behind Steve but turned to Roy to snap
that at him.

"That...was an accident. I assure you, I will pay for any damages to the
bikes."

"Hells yeah, you will," Steve jumped over the first bike to meet the Doctor
face to face.  "But I saw you tinkering with our lights!"

"Tinker? Tinker? My good man, I never tinker."  The Doctor turned to look
at Jesse, who was still stuck in the same position, hands on head, mouth
agape. "Say hello the nice motorcycle gang, Jesse."

Jesse was dry. He managed to breathe in and out. "Hi."

Steve grabbed the Doctor's shirt and brown jacket with both fists.  "You
did something!"

The Doctor held up the sonic screwdriver. "See, it's just a screwdriver."

"They're gonna drive some screws into us!"  Jesse yelled as Dan, Don, Mark,
and Barry cornered him from behind and then as he turned to face them, they
moved him ...herded him to the wall at the 7-11.  Jesse tried small
talk. "Say, you guys aren't like most gangs. Not prejudiced to have a black
guy in your gang...glad to see that."

Dan looked at him. "Wadda mean?"

"I mean you..."

After a beat, Dan said in a monotone, "I'm not black."

"Oh."  Jesse swallowed.

Not a smile among the enemies. And to Jesse that's what they were. Jesse
swallowed a second time. "Hey, guys, any of you hear about the time the
Earth was saved from a fire phoenix? I had a hand in that. Saved you
all. Some of you before you were born. Of course, some of you are quite old
so...that wasn't helping was it? Hey, a song I sang saved the town...the
country...the continent...the planet..."

As he found his back to the brick wall, Jesse saw a big figure moving past
the others. It was Roy.


Roy, a big guy, grabbed Jesse up against a cement wall to the side of the
7-11's main entrance. Five more surrounded the Doctor and started to punch
his sides and back.  "I can take that!"  The Doctor tossed all five of them
around. "To save my friend. I wish I could have saved your friend, Moe. I
mean Izzy."  The five men renewed their attack on him.

The motorcycle leader laughed and pushed his men off the Doctor. "Why
didn't you say that's what you wanted? Of course, we'll help you! We knew
Izzy. I mean Moe."

"Isn't it Izzy to his friends?"

"No. We called him Moe."

Jesse pointed up to the sky. "Hey, that rhymes."

Everyone rolled their eyes.

Jesse apologized. "Sorry. C'mon, we gotta get moving if we're going to save
our friend."

"You have someone in trouble?"

"Yeah, big trouble."

"THEN...we'll help."

"Aren't you surprised that Moe was gay and that there ACTUALLY ARE ALIENS?"

"Not in the least, what can we do to stop this crappy monster?"


"I've already put some extra things in your...well, the lights on the
bikes. I also needed you all to get mad. The extrasenti..."

Jesse shook his head slightly and moved his pupils left of center. "Doctor,
normal voice...talk..."

"Ahhh, righto! I needed the mad energy. It will help combat the monster
star...the thing doing this."

Jesse looked at the back of the jacket of Barry. "Monster Assassins. Is
that because you are assassins that kill monsters or you're assassins who
are monsters?"

Barry looked down at the slightly shorter Jesse.  "Both, kid. Both."


Kurt slapped a hand on Barry's back. "We were, until recently, a month ago,
called the Red Roses but when we heard what happened to Izzy..."

Jesse moved around the Doctor's back and told him, "The next time you
decide to nearly get us killed, let me know first."

"I thought it was an unspoken rule."

Mark grumbled. "I still don't understand. What's going on?"

In one of those strange coincidences, the Doctor began to explain
EVERYTHING.  To himself. "The Stars are born in nebulae. Huge clouds of
dust and gas collapse under gravitational forces, forming protostars. These
young stars undergo further collapse, forming main sequence stars. Stars
expand as they grow old. As the core runs out of hydrogen and then helium,
the core contacts and the outer layers expand, cool, and become less
bright. This is a red giant or a red super giant depending on the initial
mass of the star. It will eventually collapse and explode. Its fate is
determined by the original mass of the star. It will become either a black
dwarf, neutron star, or black hole. I wonder which one this is. Certainly,
if it were a black star we'd all be sucked in by now and not in a good
way. But every once in a while these, any of these, can develop some kind
of evo evolutionary pattern, which is more like your Biblical
creation. Biopoiesis is the natural process of life arising from non-living
matter, such as simple organic compounds. It is thought to have occurred
between 3.8 and 4 billion years ago, and is studied through a combination
of laboratory experiments and extrapolation from the genetic information of
modern organisms in order to make reasonable conjectures about what
pre-life chemical reactions may have given rise to a living
system. Strictly speaking, stars are not considered living beings or living
entities. Some of them aren't so that's correct but mainly, most stars do
contain some form of life but even fewer stars can emote or feel. When they
do..."  the Doctor laughed to himself. "OHHH, when they do...it's
brilliant. Brill brilliant. Can that happen to such an extent biophysically
as we've seen here? What's its process though? The spontaneous formation of
complex polymers from abiotically generated monomers under the conditions
posited by the soup theory is not at all a straightforward process. Besides
the necessary basic organic monomers, compounds that would have prohibited
the formation of polymers were formed in high concentration during the
Miller–Urey and Joan Oró experiments. Biophysical, protein pumped
based, chemical alone, electrical spark of life, star primordial soup
natured, homochirality...it certainly has the homo covered, or had a homo
covered...more than once, I would imagine. That's not funny, Doctor. Still,
it always helps to keep one's sense of humor in these things, doesn't it,
Doctor?"

Steve asked as the Doctor rambled. "What's he on about?"

"He talks to himself sometimes because he's the only one who understands
what he's talking about."

Mark nodded. "Ah. I see. No, I don't. Never mind."


"Chiral molecules can be synthesized, but in the absence of a chiral source
or a chiral catalyst, they are formed in a 50/50 mixture of both
enantiomers. This is called a racemic mixture. Known mechanisms for the
production of non-racemic mixtures from racemic starting materials include
asymmetric physical laws, such as the electroweak interaction; asymmetric
environments, such as those caused by circularly polarized light, quartz
crystals, or the Earth's rotation and statistical fluctuations during
racemic synthesis. Is it one of those, none of those or ..."  The Doctor
gasped. "All of those?"

"Doc, just tell the plan, plain and simple!"  Jesse eventually yelled.

"But I have to figure this out."

"Can you stop it?"

"Doubtful."

Jesse dropped his shoulders.

"But I sure can give it a fucking good try."

Jesse smiled.

The Doctor told them the plan, plainly and simply.

"Okay, so that is the plan. Mount your blokes, bikes."  Everyone stared at
the Doctor. Jesse shut his eyes in peril.

The Doctor faked a laugh/snort .  "I mean mount your bikes, blokes."

"These Englishmen sure are strange," Roy told Kurt as they moved at their
bikes. Steve introduced everyone to the Doctor while Jesse introduced
himself to them, separately.

Music: UP THE SHARD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5dZhWimfzc

Pan across the row of motorcycle gang:

Steve put his helmet on. Pointed spike on top.  Dan put his helmet on and
buttoned the strap.  Don put his helmet on and didn't button his strap.
Barry did the same.  Roy put his helmet on and looked left and winked.

To Roy's left, Kurt, as he put his helmet on, blew Roy a kiss. Jesse stuck
his head between them and looked from one to the other.

Roy shrugged and put his hands out. "What?"

"Nothing."

The Doctor yelled from the end of the line where he waited on the TARDIS
motorcycle. "Jesse!"

"Coming!!!"  Jesse ran toward the TARDIS cycle, his hair blowing wildly.

Lee, Dick (who had the words DICK BIG on the side of helmet), Bill, Harry,
Maycream (yes, Maycream), and Van, all in turn put their helmets on, too.

Jesse asked the Doctor, "Why is that one called Maycream?"

"Steve told me he's called that because he loves riding his bike so much,
he may cream every time he rides it."

"Oh."

Mark snapped. "Ready to go!"

With a face of irritation and semi boredom, Steve turned to look at him and
pulled a face. Mark shrugged. "What?"

"You know what!"

Mark pulled his helmet from the back of his bike and snapped it on,
irritated and angry. Steve nodded and smiled to the air as he took center
position of the troupe of bikes, forming a vee as they pulled out onto Deer
Park Avenue.

"What was that about?"  Jesse asked, him and the Doctor the only two
without helmets on.

"Safety first, citizen," the Doctor answered and yelled this at Mark as he
passed him by on the TARDIS cycle. Mark gave him the finger and made a
fist. He nodded and gave a punch sign to Steve as the Doctor pulled to
center position. Steve nodded to Mark with a peace signal to let the Doctor
lead them.

Hair blowing back on Jesse's head. As he held on, hands around the Doctor's
waist, Jesse moved his head to the Doctor's shoulder.  "Doctor?!"

"Yes!?"  The Doctor focused on his driving the TARDIS motorcycle.

"The next time you decide to adapt biker's headlights to turn em into an
alien capturing ray, could you please let them know what you're doing in
detail BEFORE you do it, please?"

The Doctor smiled slightly.  "I'll try!"

"Thank you."

The 14 motorcycles took over Deer Park Avenue and raced as the sun began
its descent into the horizon. Wisps of light tried to linger in the sky but
the darkness overtook them. Mind you, it was the darkness of a hot summer
night so stars twinkled in the air, which would have been still but for the
14 motorcycles. The brigade of cycles turned right from Deer Park Avenue
onto Long Island Avenue, passing a small gas station there and also a small
train station next to that. The sounds of the motorcycles were almost
deafening.

As they rode down Deer Park Avenue, Jesse picked his head up from the
middle of the Doctor's back where he was keeping free from the wind. He
noticed a huge truck on the opposite of the highway. The truck label was of
the company, "A Duie Pyle."  Jesse laughed a bit. "A dewy pile. Get it! A
pile of...doo doo."

The Doctor rolled his eyes as the wind whipped his hair.

"You're rolling your eyes at me right now, aren't you?"

In fact, the Doctor already was smiling at Jesse's joke. Jesse put his head
in the Doctor's back again and snuggled, putting his head up a bit
higher. "So comforting. I could just stay here forever, just like this,
with you."

The Doctor felt content, too. "Me, too!"

After a few minutes, the Doctor yelled to be heard over the sound of the
cycles. "We're almost there. You just stay outside and prepare to comfort
Jeremy after we've rescued him."

Jesse said nothing but frowned. He thought, "Yeah, right."

The Doctor checked the small TV monitor screen that was on the front of the
console on the motorcycle. "Gates are well closed."

"What?"  Jesse yelled over the roar of the cycles.

"Gates welded shut or something."

"I thought it was a trap!? What kind of trap keeps us out?"

"What?"

Jesse screamed, "Thought it was a trap---what kind of trap keeps the prey
out?"

"Guessing that Jeremy survived!!! It figures he's enough. At least for the
long term!!! Keeping us out is part of the plan!!!"

"What? Say again!"

"Jeremy survived!!! He's enough for it until his DNA wears out. Wants us
out!!"

"Sonic screwdriver!"

"I'm afraid even the sonic screwdriver won't get me into this one!"

"Then...how...?"


There were 13 motorcycles that stopped outside Ace Auto Wreckers. Jesse
didn't hear the Doctor warn him again but the Doctor yelled it to the gang
as much as to Jesse. They, too, did not hear him.  "It's got the gates
welded shut."  The Doctor broke into an Old Western American accent,
instead of his usual British one as he said, "I'm'a gonna break through
them."

Jesse went wide eyed as he saw the front of the TARDIS cycle head right at
the melded gate lock! "No, no, no! NO!"  Before he knew it, the front
smashed through the metal/wooden gates and knocked both sides off of the
fence at the front. The gang cheered. Inside, the Doctor skidded the cycle
around and Jesse held on for dear life.  "Hold on for your life, Jesse!"

"I am!"

Inside the work office, on the floor, naked Jeremy, dirty and somewhat
still bloody, stirred. He woke up quickly and grabbed onto the sides of the
office window into the junkyard. Stacks of dead cars everywhere. Hope
filled him. "The...the Doctor! Jesse! K9!"

The TARDIS cycle circled back around and headed out toward the gate opening
it just created. The Doctor snapped, "Now..."

Roy asked, "NOW?"

"No, not now, Roy," the Doctor patted the big man's shoulder, he was that
close to him with his bike.  "...you all know the plan. Follow it to the
tea..."

Kurt turned to Jesse, near the back of the TARDIS cycle. "Oh, I'd murder
for a cuppa tea right now."

Jesse did a double take.

Jesse gasped to Steve, "If they do it too early, it won't work."

"Don't you worry, little one."

"Little one? Who's a little one?"

"You are."

"Oh. Right."

The Doctor hopped off the TARDIS bike, making Jesse put his hands up in a
questioning gesture. The Doctor put an arm around Steve. "Steve, Steve,
Steve. My young lov...friend...is right. Any of you come in there too
early, and get yourselves killed or put them on too early...it won't
work. And my friend will die...understand?"  He broke the contact and
extended his right arm and put his right finger out to point at Steve.

"Are you pointing at me?"

The Doctor took his left hand and reached out to his right hand to cover
it. "Only for a second."

Steve smiled. He nodded. "Gotcha."

"Good man."  The Doctor went back to the TARDIS motorcycle and hopped
on. "Remember, not until I yell NOW!"

"Now?"  Roy asked from his bike.

"No, not now, Roy," Kurt called to him from a few feet away. Roy winked at
him.

"Are you all gay?"  Jesse asked.

"Yeah, problem with that?"  Mark asked.

"Problem would be if you weren't."  Jesse winked.

"I..."  Mark didn't know what to say and Jesse figured that was a first.

"Yell now, then do plan," the Doctor reminded them.

"You go in first?"  Steve asked.

"Just like we planned. I sure do!"  The Doctor said, "Ride em Time Lord."
As he revved the engine, suddenly, he and Jesse were a half foot above the
console floor.

They both landed on the floor. Jesse looked around the TARDIS
interior. "What the fuck?"

"I need it this way to siphon off the energy."

The motorcycle gang were stunned as they saw the TARDIS motorcycle change
instantly into a big, blue POLICE BOX. The letters on the small door
concealing the phone were black letters on a white background but then
changed to white on blue and then white on black. The phone panel wording
changed from, "Urgent Calls" to "All Calls". The St John's Ambulance sign
on the front doors changed signs and then vanished completely. The POLIC
BOX sign grew wider. The TARDIS police box seemed larger and wider. It also
had more stacks on top than usual. The window frame color seemed to change
as well, sometimes white, sometimes blue, sometimes black.

The interior seemed to be the 5th Doctor's second console
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TARDIS#/media/File:TARDIS_console_1983.jpg


...  with the First Doctor's complete, large control room.

(MUSIC: I AM THE DOCTOR restructure/remix)"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKsOr9YdiXM

Jesse immediately launched himself at the console's lever with the big red
button at the end. He pulled it down and the doors to the outside
opened. Jesse ran out the door. The Doctor ran after him. "Jesse! Jesse!"
He grabbed Jesse's arm before Jesse could get very far in the barely
illuminated car junkyard. The moon glow helped so illuminate some of it,
large chunks of moon glow mixed with the dim lamp lights around the
junkyard. Jesse stopped and looked around as the Doctor held his upper left
arm. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To find Jeremy!"

"We will. I promise," the Doctor said. "Let the TARDIS do his thing
first..."

"In the meantime?"  Jesse asked and pulled his arm free.

"In the meantime..."  The Doctor said, "We'll find something to fill the
time. This time..." he pointed at Jesse's face, "...young man, you will
listen to what I have to say."

Jesse turned toward the TARDIS. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right..."

"Good," the Doctor squinted into the night of the junkyard, trying to see
into the parts that were not illuminated. "I hope that ridiculous cheering
of theirs didn't wake it from its restorative cycle..."

"But I'm not going to!"  Jesse finished their previous conversation by
letting the Doctor back up into the TARDIS threshold, just under the door
frames before running back out into the junkyard.

"NOOO!"  The Doctor turned again to run after him but a familiar white/gray
rounded shape flew in front of his face. "K9, get out of my way, K9."

"Negative, Master," K9 drew out his nose laser stun gun.

"K9, I'm warning you!"  The Doctor snapped. "Get out of my way!"

"Negative. Everyone needs you in the TARDIS. What has to be done has to be
done with you at the console."

"K9, I won't forget this."  The Doctor snapped. Then, his mood changed and
he smiled. He put a hand on the robot dog's head. "It's going to kill
Jeremy and Jesse..."

"The young masters need you inside at the controls now. It is the only way
to boost the TARDIS to stop the star. To block its considerable powers."

"You're right!"  The Doctor ran inside and K9 followed him. The doors
closed. The Doctor ran to the console. "Siphoning started already. Although
with that helmet on, the thing will still be able to regenerate and then
there's no way to..."

"Suggest magnetic beam to pull it off the body, Master."

"Good dog! K9, sometimes I wonder why I'm in charge here and you're not!"

"So do this unit, Master."

The Doctor, worked feverishly at the console, and stopped for a second and
looked up at K9, who landed at his feet so then he had to look
down. "Yes. Yes. So do you."  The Doctor moved to the TARDIS and started up
the engines again. The familiar hum rose in pace and the groaning of the
ship started again. "Magnetic beam started..."

"Danger, Master, danger!"

As the TARDIS flew, a huge object, weighing two tons, hit it in
mid-air. The TARDIS spiraled and the roof hit the ground. The Doctor held
onto the console, K9 took flight and wasn't affected at all. The Doctor's
head was facing downward...toward what was usually the ceiling. "One
switch...if I can reach it..."

"I can, Master!"

"Good dog, K9!"

K9 hit the switch with his nose turret and the console room righted itself
even though the TARDIS was still on its top. It tilted. The red Chevy that
hit it, flew down at it and hit the bottom, which was first up. The TARDIS
fell onto its side, the door faced down on the ground. Another car. A blue
Ford. Another. And Another. A truck that looked crushed in half.

For every vehicle that landed on it, the rays that shone out, like beacons
of hope, were blotted out, some put out immediately, and some put out
slowly. Like searching lights in the sky for a lost aircraft, the rays
moved to and fro...to be blotted out.



The TARDIS was soon covered with wrecked, damaged cars and old
motorcycles. And huge trucks. All light from the TARDIS no longer reached
the outside world as it was completely covered. The glow from the windows
and the top light seemed extinguished. Its rays of life vanished from the
ether.

Jesse ran to the middle of the junkyard and found himself surrounded by
dead cars on every side. He wondered what the stories of these cars
were. For every dead car, there was some kind of story, pedestrian or
unique, he thought. Then, he saw a man's feet sticking straight up in a
position that made him think the man was hurt...or dead. He went to the
man, who was behind a stack of wrecked, half crushed motorcycles. He felt
for a pulse. Dead. He looked closer to another area of larger stacks of
station wagons, all shapes and colors, bent rims, tireless. Another man. He
ran to the other man and checked his pulse. Also dead. Their faces looked
as if they were melted off. He tried not to look at them and fought down
the acid in his stomach. He had to find Jeremy.

In a smaller area, to the rear of the junkyard and in the dark, away from
moon glow and man-made lamps, the motorcycle thing was devouring flesh,
shoving it under his helmet, the dark obscuring its facial features. It was
making animal sounds as it scarfed down flesh and bone alike. It fused some
of it to its own outside with hands to its own body. The flesh and gore was
in a pile behind it. It kept reaching to it and stuffing it down itself or
adding to itself.

>From the large office bay window, Jeremy saw Jesse walking in the middle
of the junkyard. "Oh no!"  He waved. "Jesse, get out of there!"  He saw
that his lover could not hear him so he ran for the door. "Oh shit!"  He
ran outside to Jesse.

Jesse turned to him and hugged him. "Oh my God! Are you hurt?"

"He...it...it raped, Jesse."

"Oh no!"  Jesse hugged him tighter.

The thing paused in its restoration process. It made a gruff growl and
looked up, angry.

Jesse broke the hug and saw Jeremy had tears streaming from both
eyes. "You're tough, man. You can handle it."

"You don't know what it was like. A dead thing...inside...I think it's
inside me, even now..."

Jesse took off his shirt.

"What are you doing?"

"There are others with us. Help is here. I wanna cover..."  He put his
shirt around Jeremy's privates and stooped to tie the sleeves in back but
turned them to front. He tried to avoid Jeremy's dick near his mouth. "If I
get any closer, we'll never get out of here. We'll be here all night."

"Don't worry about that. I'm not humiliated by being naked."

"If anyone has a right not to be, it's you but I don't want them to see you
like this. It...no one should be seen after being..."

"I'll live, man."  Jeremy took him up from below and held him out to stare
at him. "Thank you."

Jesse joked. "My sleeve should just about cover your ...you know, shaft and
head."

Jeremy shook his head, the one on top. "Jesse, I think you should go. Leave
now."  Something fogged his eyesight and his mind. "It wants me to..."

"KILL HIM! KILL HIM NOW. HE IS NO LONGER NEEDED."  Stiffly, the man thing
came from behind the stack of crushed Volkswagen cars.

Jesse looked from the monster, which was about fifty feet away, to
Jeremy. He balked. "You're not gonna hurt me, Jer."

"YOU MUST DO AS I EMPOWER YOU TO! KILL HIM SO I MAY FEED ON MORE TIME LORD
DNA!"

"NO! No, I won't!"  Jeremy said. "I don't kill! You killed those men!"

"It...it seems weaker!?"

"Jesse, it is. Run!"  Jeremy pushed him away.

Jesse was confused. "Wha? I'm not gonna leave..."

"Get the fuck outta here!" Jeremy moved at Jesse, fists
raised. Threatening.

Jesse looked more confused and even hurt. "I...no."

"That thing is gonna kill you!"  Jeremy pointed.  There was desperation and
plea in his voice.

Jesse made a move to wrap his arms around Jeremy. In a run at him. Jeremy
jerked away and fell back onto his butt. Before Jesse could reach him, a
titanic wall of sheet metal, silver gray, smashed between them. Jesse had
no time to realize it was the back door to an already demolished
merchandise transporting truck. For the way it fell, it was now ready to
fall...right on him. He ran sideways to avoid the fall and get around to
where Jeremy was. As he reached the other side, he found Jeremy was gone
and heading his way was a huge yellow jeep. For a second, his mind thought
of JURASSIC PARK but this style jeep looked more solid. It would make
mincemeat out of him. He dodged it but he was sure he could not keep that
up...at all. He looked around for both cover and Jeremy.

>From between the pile of cars, a slim figure atop a motorcycle
emerged. Behind him was a hovering silver gray white robot dog.

Jesse ran as the motorcycle monster pointed his gloves at a crane and the
crane rushed at the boy. A ball from the crane came smashing at him. The
Doctor rushed at them in the TARDIS motorcycle but it changed back to the
regular TARDIS and then back to a motorcycle, K9 hovering over the back
seat.

"Master!?"

"Momentary glitch! Hold on, K9!!!"

"I don't hold, Master."

"This will make me get to them faster!"  It changed back to the Police
Box. "Damn it! I knew it was too good to last! Well, here's blocking!"  He
put the TARDIS between the wrecking ball and Jesse. The TARDIS was slammed
hard as the ball hit it.  "Hang on, K9!!"

"I do not hang, Master!"

"Just do it!"  The Doctor yelled as the room rolled end over end. "I'll try
right us right side up!"

Jeremy was on his butt behind the office building, which was a small one
story cement building with a roof that looked like giant pipe cleaners was
tubed on top of it. He was crying. He swallowed and steeled himself. He
rose up and moved to the side of the building. He heard Jesse gasping for
air. He saw the monster, back to him. He inched out from the building and
slowly made his way toward its back.

The creature pointed at a bulldozer. The light came on and it rushed at
Jesse, who gasped, "Holy Killdozer!" and then he kept running. Jesse ran to
a large pile of cars. He was now cornered at a junk pile in the junkyard of
cars---and he realized on both sides were also junk piles of cars. The
sound of the bulldozer continued.

Behind the creature Jeremy reached for the helmet, sneaking up on the
monster as it menaced Jesse.  He kept hesitating. He thought it was
something the monster within him was making him do. He wasn't sure what he
was doing anymore but knew if he could just take the helmet off...

The motorcyclist man/monster looked at more cars, trucks, and bulldozers,
all of which it hurled through the air at Jesse. He noticed that the
bulldozer sound had stopped. He kept avoiding the thrown vehicles as he
found a hole in the rubbish wall but it was only a matter of time before he
tired.

Behind its back, Jeremy could see that the monster was using some power to
fling more and more cars at Jesse without it touching even one of them. One
with lights on seemed alive and flew at Jesse but the Doctor maneuvered the
TARDIS, seemingly sliding through the air, in front of him and blocked
it. More metal flew at the boy but the Doctor blocked the debris. At other
times, the Doctor made the TARDIS spin to block debris and the junk flew
off the TARDIS exterior.

Jesse ran to a wall but realized it was smaller than other walls. Suddenly,
the lights went on and the sound of a bulldozer started. It started to push
him. He put his weight against it and threw his body into it but realized
it was heading toward a flat stack. Jesse ran forward of the bulldozer and
reached another stack to his left. These piles were everywhere. The
bulldozer moved at him again.  "Everywhere I run, I feel cornered in!"

The TARDIS flew between the bulldozer and Jesse. Jesse ran as the TARDIS
became bulldozed into the junk pile and junk cars from the top fell all
over it.

"Not again!"  The Doctor yelled, inside.

The thing snarled at Jesse. It walked, unsteadily, on two wobbly legs. It
grew strength and became better at walking. It moved its head at a stack of
cars. Jeremy moved with it, step for step, his right hand leading.

One car flew off the top of one pile and headed at Jesse. Jesse ran and the
car smashed where he had been second before. He was on hands and knees
now. He looked up, hair blowing in summer breeze. Sweating. The monster
made an angry sound and hurled its head one way. Jesse didn't notice Jeremy
behind the monster. Another car, a larger one, an old wooden station
wagon...

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...that looked to Jesse like THE MOD SQUAD's first station wagon...

...came at him. He ducked down on all fours and then onto his belly. The
wagon hit the cars behind and above him. The pile toppled away from him but
then toward him. "Your aim's getting worse!"  He jumped up into a lunge and
ran. The pile toppled where he had stood second before. He was out of
breath. He ran to a wall of crushed metal, that didn't even resemble cars
any longer, just crushed flat stacks, like pancakes. He turned and put his
back to the stack.

>From the new avalanche-created pile, the Doctor rode the motorcycle TARDIS
out again and then it changed into the TARDIS, which spiraled at the
monster.


Jesse cupped his mouth and shouted, "Doctor, get the doors open and fly at
me!"

"The last time I did this was with Casey and...No, I can't do that!"

"Negative, Master, this Type 40 is quite capable..."

"It's just not my forte...but what the hell, if it'll save Jesse, here
goes! GERONIMO!!!!"

The thing came at Jesse and was a mere five feet away from him. He screamed
and fell onto his back. The thing looked up and an old amusement park Tilt
A Whirl car came flying down from the sky at him. On his elbows, Jesse
propped himself up and he looked up and screamed. Jeremy was behind the
monster, so close, that Jesse failed to see him again. He reached with his
right hand. His left followed just behind. He tried to reach up for the
helmet. Something in his mind tried to stop him. He thought of himself
being raped...

Suddenly, two things happened at the same time. Three, if you count thing
also began to fire electric from its touching hands. The Doctor used the
TARDIS to fly at Jesse, who stood up and ran sideways from other stack. K9
worked the door controls.

"Doors open, Master!"

Jesse was effectively scooped up in mid run and the doors closed. The Tilt
A Whirl smashed down on the ground but the thing made it bounce up after
Jesse. Jesse, the Tilt A Whirl car just behind him, was flung into the
TARDIS door opening. He had on leg up, foot in a run, the other behind
him. A leap. He leapt into the console room. The doors slammed shut behind
him and the bang from the Tilt A Whirl car was heard as the redness of it
smashed into the TARDIS. Jesse was thrown forward out of his run and ended
up skidding, belly down, almost chin down on the console room floor. The
TARDIS shook as the Tilt A Whirl car smashed against it. Other vehicles
followed. But then it all stopped. Because of the second thing that
happened. The electric from the thing's hands hit the TARDIS doors, too.

But the main thing that happened was that Jeremy finally ripped the helmet
off the monster. Harshly and with great strength, he placed both hands on
the sides of the helmet and pulled. Jeremy grabbed the helmet off it from
behind. As it came off, he thought he felt part of the right side of the
jaw come with it. He tossed the helmet away. He faced it as soon as it
turned around at him...the turn too supernatural...too quickly for anything
human. Jeremy screamed as it roared at him!  A hideous face of half formed
jaw and teeth, embryo like baby eyes and cheek, old wrinkled skin, hair
stuck to the head in a parody of a human being, minced in with brain
matter! Goo seemed to run out of places it shouldn't.

A gaping hole of spiraling energy in its mouth, blue, gray and
black. Teeth, flesh, partial lips, flaying tongue, and a throat which was
undulating larger and small in turn. Jeremy screamed again and opened his
mouth wide to do so. The head had some flesh here and there, some hair here
and there, not necessarily in the same places. There were burned spots on
the skull. The eyes looked unsettled in half formed, half covered
sockets. It had a mock human visage. The pupils looked at Jeremy and then
sideways to Jesse's scream. The TARDIS landed again and he and the Doctor
piled outside.

"YOU STOP IT RIGHT THIS MOMENT!"  The Doctor pointed at the star beast.
"Jesse, get...oh no, not that again, too!"

Jesse had already ran for Jeremy and pulled him away from the monster. It
pointed both arms at them, the right one at Jeremy, the left one at
Jesse. They both screamed.

"STOP IT!"  The Doctor yelled.

Steve stopped Mark, grabbed his hand and forced it back on the light
lever. "Not yet!"

"But he's in there, alone, against it!"

"I told him when he gave the word, we'd give it to that thing. Not before."
Steve put his hand over Mark's. "Now, follow the plan."

"Yeah, I will."  Mark puffed.

"Hey, bone head! Get away from my fiancés!"

Jesse grabbed Jeremy's shoulder. "He...he remembered!"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, you bone head! We made a cup of coco and got engaged!"

Jesse squinted, "Coco? What's he talking about?"

Jeremy shrugged and held Jesse's arm. "Do we always know?"

"Do we ever?"

"You want me, not him! You want TIME LORD DNA, well, here it is! Unspoiled
by human DNA. None of this semi Time Lord, half human crap! It's all me!
C'mon, come and git me! It's me you want anyway! A full blooded Time Lord!
No half human shit! I'll power you for 10 billion life times! Come and get
me! I have no human in or about me!!!"

Jeremy looked Jesse, just as Jesse had turned to look at Jeremy. Jeremy
spoke up. "He...he's bluffing..."  Jesse had a wide eyed look to show that
he was not so sure of that.

The Doctor yelled at the thing, "What you need is a jolly, old slapped
bottom!!!! And I'm the one to give it to thee!"  As the thing launched at
him, the Doctor yelled and spat, "NOW!"


All the motorcycle gang members raced into the junkyard, practically flying
their bikes past the open gates. They formed a semi-circle around the
Doctor and the motorcycle monster.

The thing reached hands up and touched the Doctor, the Doctor meeting its
hands with his own hands. Their hands met above in struggle, each pushing
the other. The Doctor was moved back a few steps but he managed to move it
back in place and to where it was. The feel of others' hands on the thing
took him by surprise. It should not have. He knew it was made of a Hodge
podge of other body parts.

The Doctor made the thing take a few steps back to where it was and
beyond. Then, a few steps back. The Doctor smiled at it. Its smell was
atrocious. He sniffed. "I'll give you one more chance as I DO give second
chances. Go back to being what you were meant to be, a star! One of the
best things in the universes..."

The thing seemed not to heed him. Raspy, unearthly voice from a dead man's
larynx.  "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Know what happens to a star when it dies? I warn you of the consequences
of not taking your proper place in the schism you've created. Get thee
hence!"

"YOU HAVE NOT THE POWER."

"I do! For I am the Doctor! I'm more than just a Time Lord! Much, much
more! I can take you back, or forward, forward to the end of your star life
cycle! For I can do wonders you never even dreamt of! Get off this world
and leave it in peace or face what you wanted earlier than you
wanted...your end right here and right now! Feel what it means to be
human...and finite! For I'll say it again! I! AM! THE! DOCTOR!"

(NOTE: THE NIGHT STALKER climatic battle music, heard in The Ripper, The
Vampire, and a few other episodes) Both forms exploded in a huge blast that
seemed like a mushroom cloud compacted in a car junkyard. The yellow,
orange and red blast seemed to consume both figures. But they stood there
within. Jeremy and Jesse shielded their eyes with their arms. Both yelled,
"Doctor! Doctor!"  The inferno seemed to last ages! Sparks and fire made
forms difficult to see. Jesse squinted but thought he saw a hand in the
flame. The thing's glove. Doctor's screwdriver falling out of his pocket? A
falling tie?

The blast subsided and the clothing on the monster man fell from thin
air. It was gone. The Doctor also fell back, energy evaporating off
him. Jesse and Jeremy ran to him. He brushed some smoke off himself.


"What did you do?"  Jesse asked, incredulous.

Jeremy guessed. "He made it go back, back to its beginning..."

"No. Not quite, actually."

Jesse nodded. "Then, to its eventual death?"

"The focus of the light energy sucked the energy out of the thing but even
that wouldn't kill it. I...I rigged the lights to do two things."  He held
up three fingers as the motorcycle gang ran around to them and stood to
listen, confused but wanting to know more.  "Siphon off the energy..."

"Using the TARDIS?"  Jesse asked.

The Doctor seemed to want to correct him but didn't. "Uh...yeah...yes,
Jesse, the TARDIS. Second," the Doctor said as he put one finger
down. "...to affect time around the beam and whatever it hit. Thus, the
star energy left itself to go ahead to its own death, a dead star is a
non-star. A has been. Leaving..." the Doctor put down the finger opposite
his middle finger. "Me fuck finger."

"Leaving just the stolen body...parts...ewl," Jesse stated as he turned to
see the remains of the thing up close. It was really the remains of its
victims.

"That's not even it," Jeremy told him, putting an arm around his
lover. "It's its victims."

"Ohhhh."  Jesse gasped and turned away, into Jeremy's arms and
chest. "Horrible."  Their lower bodies met each other as well.

The remains were bone, flesh, and other body parts, both interior and
exterior.

Jeremy held Jesse out from his body. "Doctor. That energy you made the
lights take...and you also made it a time take away...how much?"

Jesse broke contact with Jeremy. "How much what?"  He looked at the Doctor.

"How much time did you lose?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm so long lived now, practically live forever."

"How much?"

"I don't know. Really, I don't know. It doesn't make any bit of difference
at my age. I'm going to live a very long time anyway."

"You are so frustrating," Jeremy piped out.

"And you, okay?"  The Doctor put his arms out wide.

Jeremy started to cry and put himself in the Doctor's arms. The Doctor wide
hugged him and held him closer to himself. They snuggled. Jesse
watched. The Doctor called, "You get in here! C'mon you!"  Jesse
obeyed. They stayed hugging for a good long time but after about ten
minutes...and three growing penises between them...



The Doctor sat next to Jeremy, who was crying.

Jeremy nodded. "It was awful. It was awful."

The Doctor put an arm around Jeremy's naked back. "It's all right. It's all
over now."

Jeremy swallowed.  "The feelings of hate and rage. Jealousy. It was
terrible. I...it wanted to destroy everything."

"Well, you're free of it now."

"You're sure. It's gone forever?"

Sadly, the Doctor pulled him closer to his side as they sat on a rubber
tire. "Yes, Jeremy. The Motorcycle Monster has been destroyed."

Jesse stood over them and between them.

Jeremy asked, "Why? Why did it come here? I don't understand. Is everything
you said about it true?"

The Doctor kissed the top of Jeremy's head and then his cheek and then his
lips. "I'm sorry it took so long, Jeremy. I just didn't know how to stop it
any other way..."

Jeremy wondered and then asked, "Truthfully, why did it do what it did?"

"When it comes to some alien life, who can say. We've all three of us
encountered alien life that we just don't understand. Truth is I was
conjecturing. We don't know what that alien force was...why it came
here...although I can safely say that the Montauk projects attracted it to
the Earth in the first place. Purposely or not..." the Doctor
shrugged. "It's hard to say. We don't know why it chose you. Why it felt
such jealousy of human beings, if it wanted to be like them or if it hated
them or both...or, indeed if it felt some kind of love for you, Jeremy..."

"So all that talk of yours about it being a star?"  Jesse asked.

"The best guess, who's to say," the Doctor said, "But we've got to try to
help each other to understand."

Jesse screwed up his mouth in indecision and skepticism. "You had to know
something about your story was true. You stopped it."

"Everything has energy. Every energy can be taken away. Take away the
energy, the thing stops working."

"I thought matter couldn't be destroyed. That even we go on as energy after
we die."

"Smart as a button, aren't you?"  The Doctor tweaked the air. "Do that to
your nose, if you were in front of me. Not many things can resist a time
shift back or forward to death or birth."

"What else helped you? How did you siphon it off and why did you stop at
the cemetery...who were you talking to there?"  Jesse asked, hands on hips.

"You knew I was going to put the helmet on myself, didn't you?"  The Doctor
ignored Jesse and asked Jeremy.

"Yes, I...I didn't want you to do that."

"So you were going to put it on your own head," the Doctor explained as he
knuckled the top of Jeremy's head.

"I couldn't let you die...it would have killed you to do that. I had some
chance, having some of it in me."

"Yes, it was in you. In more ways than one."

Jesse flustered. "Are you going to answer me?"

Jeremy was more concerned about his mind. "I had that, something unknown,
in my mind?"

The Doctor whispered, "Yes."

 Jeremy stood up, "But it's gone now, isn't it, Doctor?"

A policeman had entered the gates of the junkyard. He drew his gun upon
seeing the broken gateway. "Doctor!"  Steve called.

Jeremy had to sit back down. "Oh...that was a bit fast for me. Standing up,
you know..."

>From the front of the junkyard, they heard, "HANDS UP, ALL OF YOU!"

The Doctor stood up from Jeremy. "All right now?"

"He was raped, Doctor!"

"I've been raped before. I'll live," Jeremy told them both.

"Good, good. I've got to settle something out there, it would seem!"  The
Doctor ran off as Jeremy stood up and started to say something.

Jeremy asked, "But it's gone now, isn't it, Doctor?"

Jesse stood looking at Jeremy, accusation on his face.

Jeremy shrugged. "What? You've been raped before, too. We lived. We go on."

"Yes, we go on," Jesse said coldly but his stare at Jeremy was one of love
and concern. "Just know I love you."

The Doctor ran to the policeman who was confronting and being confronted by
the entire motorcycle gang.  "Uh, uh. Officer, I'm sure that there's no
need for that. These, uh, gentlemen are helping me with my investigation."

"Your investigation?"

"Yes! My investigation!"

"And just who might you be?"

"YES! I am!"

"Sir, I'm going to have to formerly arrest all of you..."

"That will do, officer."  A familiar voice said.

"Ash, Brigadier."

The Brig came in, along with several UNIT men, some of which the Doctor had
seen before but not before this summer.  The Brig put an arm on the
officer, who holstered his gun.  "Sorry, sir, didn't know they were with
you."

"Quite all right, Benson."  As Benson left, the Brig looked at him. "Good
man, that Benson."  The Doctor sat down on Mark's motorcycle, which angered
him but Mark said nothing. The Brig put an arm under the Doctor's and
helped him up. "I can't leave you alone for a second, can I, Doctor?"

"What's up, Brigadier? Wait a minute..."

"Yes?"

"How'd you find me?"

"You don't think there's anywhere you can go, that I don't know about, do
you?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, yes, I do."

The Brig moved to the TARDIS and pulled a small circle from off the "I" in
the sign TARDIS on it. "I dotted your I."

"Tracker?"

"Mean free path tracker. Using data collected from the Interstitial
Antenna, the Tracker uses the Heisenberg Focusing Device (also known as the
Zig-Zag Plotter) to show your TARDIS's planned path through the Space-Time
Vortex. It presents cosmic graphics that allow the operator to spot
approaching turbulence in a TARDIS's flight path by displaying the position
and direction of movement of temporal particles outside the TARDIS. When
turbulence is expected it is recommend that the blue stabilizers be
activated to preserve gravitational stability in the control room."

"Thank you, Brigadier. I do know what a Mean Free Path Tracker is."

The Brig gave a short laugh. "You should. You gave it to me."

"I wonder if it was a past me or a future me?"

"Couldn't tell you. It was one of your incarnations I only met
briefly. Tall, muscular fellow."

"Blonde was he?"

"As a matter of fact, no. Jet black hair. Very tall, very handsome."

The Doctor fixed his lapels. "As usual. And just when did this future or
past me come to you?"

"A few nights ago while you were...ahh, off with..."

"Ahh, yes...never mind, then Brigadier. I wondered why you hadn't used it
before in my and your past."

"Yes, well, I'll try not to get a headache deciphering that last
statement. I'm here to tell you that the trail has gone cold. We have no
more leads on the whole Montauk thing."

"Brigadier, my friends and I have just had a very trying night. I'm here to
tell you that..." the Doctor went over to the remains of the monster and
the helmet in particular. It was burned out completely and looked partly
like a mechanical battery but made with flesh. Now rotting flesh.

Jesse and Jeremy were there. They waved to the Brig. The Doctor finished
his statement to the Brig "...the monster is dead. It won't bother anyone
anymore and yes, Jeremy, it IS gone from your mind, your body, and your
spirit. Don't give it another thought."

"I thought you didn't hear me or..."

"Care? Of course, I care. I'm the Doctor. The care Doctor."  He smiled at
them. Jeremy smiled. Jesse didn't. He felt the Doctor was hiding something.

"As I was saying."  The Doctor went over to Mark and Steve and put his arms
around both of them. "My friends and I have had a very trying time. I think
we need some refreshments and some nice rest and relaxation on some
lovely..." he looked at one of the young, stalwart UNIT men who passed by,
reconnoitering. "...at some lovely club..."

"Care to join us, Brigadier?"  Jesse asked, hoping to run something by the
Brig.

"Oh, no. An old goat like me needs to be in bed in 20 minutes."

"With who?"  Jeremy asked. They all laughed.

"July 5th ...late night..."

Bunkhouse. Inside, Cody Simpson singing On My Mind:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-zDy7j7NVw

Cody Simpson singing Wish You Were Here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z25oi3nZW9E

Jeremy looked around for Theon but didn't find him. Instead he met Umar, a
17 year old, exchange student from an Arabian country. Keeping on an eye on
Jeremy, Jesse lost track of the Doctor.

After singing a few songs and getting tired, Jesse walked outside, away
from others who went outside to smoke, the idiots, he thought. He walked
and realized, he had inadvertently walked to the cemetery. It was pitch
black out now as the moon was hidden by some clouds. The street lights on
the adjacent avenue afforded little to no light on the cemetery. Jesse
looked into the cemetery. He squinted.

There, amid the tombs, the gravestones, the bushes, the neatly cut
grass...was a statue. Of an Angel. A Weeping Angel. Zoom in on it.


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