Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2015 15:55:40 -0400
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 152

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1AnTi1X2QM


Doctor Who 152

SEX BEFORE TIME TRAVEL

NOTE: In this story, Greyson is legal age.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLA049F_EqI&index=3&list=UUxeg9rEgI5T5qLY4nnQdGng



 "With the murderous rampage of a star created monster trying to be a man
happily behind us, we were tired from the experiences of the past two
days. It was with great relief I returned to my room at the house...for
once, wanting to just catch some shut eye and not sleep with Jesse and
Jeremy. It was early morning July 6th, I believe...when another surprise
awaited me. The plan: to get some shut eye but the best laid
plans...sometimes get way laid...and I do mean way, way laid..."

The Doctor moved to the brown wooden door. "N'iiight, you two. You two sure
you're all right?"

Jeremy looked dazed. "I just want to get out of these clothes and to bed."

"I just want to get him out of those clothes and in bed," Jesse added.

"Do you want to talk more about what happened?"

"No, Doc."

"Jeremy, we can, if you want."  The Doctor held his hand to the door knob.

"Doctor, I'm all right," Jeremy said, "Maybe we'll hit the beach tomorrow."

"Sounds good," the Doctor said, "But you've been through..."

"I can handle it," Jeremy said.

"Nothing that 45 years of counseling won't put right," Jesse said as he
opened the white door on the other side of the hallway.

"You don't...you don't blame me...for...for taking so long to get to you?"

"No," Jeremy said, unconvincingly. He cleared his throat. "Look, it was my
choice to go after it. I sort of knew what it wanted and what it was gonna
do to me if it caught me. Kill me or worse. I took that chance..."

"For me...not to," the Doctor put his hands on Jeremy's shoulders and slid
his arms along them so that his hands were behind.

"It's not your fault. The fault is on our star."  Jeremy winked. He leaned
forward and kissed the Doctor. For a long time. When he finally broke the
kiss, he said, "Listen to me. It had to happen the way it did. That's just
the way it had to pan out."

"You didn't...have to..."

Jesse came up behind Jeremy. "Doctor, just say thank you."

The Doctor looked at Jesse and then to Jeremy. "Thank you. And...and I love
you. Not just for doing what you did but for you just being you. But thanks
especially for taking that for me."  He put his mouth over Jeremy's and
tongued him. When he stopped, he pulled back a bit. "I do love you..."

"I know."

"And you, too, Jesse."

"I know, too," Jesse said impatiently. He hobbled a bit on the balls of his
feet, already haven taken his slip-on shoes off. "Can we get to bed now?"

"I love you both."  The Doctor kissed Jesse and moved to his door. He
watched them go into their room and they left the door open. He nodded his
head, content and also a bit insecure about his two boyfriends. Did he have
the right to expose them further to monsters and danger? He opened the door
and standing in front of him, in the darkened room, was a figure. A totally
naked Greyson, smooth skin, muscled body, long hair hanging over his head
in his face. "You scared me, Gray...wha you doing here?"

Greyson had a funny, determined, alpha male look in his eyes.




"What are you doing behind my door?"  As he said this last word, Greyson
reached out, grabbed the Doctor's forearms, and pulled him inside the
room. The Doctor's last word became, "ORE!"  But it came out as if it
sounded like, "WHORE!"

Greyson jumped up, moved his hand in a leap frog gesture from the Doctor's
forearms to the Doctor's shoulders, and wrapped his legs around the
Doctor's hips, feet toward glutes. He turned his weight toward the door,
which spun the Doctor around, and made Greyson's back hit the door and the
door slammed shut.

"Your fate is sealed, Time Lord!"

The Doctor screamed.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLA049F_EqI&index=3&list=UUxeg9rEgI5T5qLY4nnQdGng
The Doctor screamed but Greyson's mouth covered his mouth and took the
scream into it. Greyson put his tongue in the Doctor's mouth. The Doctor
moved his head back. "Greyson, what're you doing?"

"Don't you want me?"

"Of course, I do but are you sure this..."

MUSIC: FIRE as sung by Greyson Chance.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLAAGC6gEEo

"YES! I'm gonna suck you and fuck you!"  He grabbed the Doctor's jacket and
spun the Time Lord around, getting it off his arms and upper body and the
flung it to the floor. As the Doctor started to remove his blue short
sleeve shirt, Greyson tore it off him from over his head and gasped. "HOT!"

Greyson made a lunge for the Doctor's jeans but the Doctor put his hands
out. "I...I'll do it."  And he did. Soon, he was as naked as Greyson.

"Are you ready now, little Time Lord?"

"What's with the little, I'll have you know..."  The Doctor looked down and
had begun to stimulate his own member.  "WHOA!"  He felt his stomach leap
as...

...with surprising strength, Greyson lifted the Doctor to the top of a
dresser, the boy knocking all the objects off the top, neither caring. The
Doctor was wide eyed. Greyson began to suck him, reaching his head up to
the dangling penis, which soon stood straight up. Greyson put his hands up
to the dresser top and began fondling the Doctor's testicles, which made
the Doctor's rampant chatter go higher and then stop. The Doctor arched his
back against the wallpaper. Just as the Doctor felt the need to let loose,
Greyson let go of him and took him down off the dresser. "Wha?"

Greyson was on the Doctor's leg, knees bent, and dry humping the Doctor's
lower calf. "Gray...Greyson..." the Doctor asked, a bit irritated, "What
are you doing?"


"Shut up and enjoy it!"  Greyson then turned from the Doctor's left side
and faced him but still at his feet. As he did this, he started to undulate
his entire body, ass out, then in and he rose up slowly, cupping his hands
on the Doctor's bare sides, rubbing with palms, sliding down the sides of
his hands as his body went up and down slightly and ever more so each time,
and feeling with his fingers. His shoulders hunched, elbows in, hands
facing down, mouth puckered up, back out and then in, he moved like a
professional stripper, which he was not.

The Doctor said so. "You move like a professional stripper-ahhhhh."

"You inspire me!"

"So what are you...?"

"I said shut the fuck up and enjoy it!"

As the Doctor responded with, "I am. I will. I mean I am...what the????"

Greyson had risen up behind him, twisted his own body to do so, and from
behind, reached both hands to the Doctor's nipples and began to milk them
up and down, up and down, up and down super-fast. "Oww!"

"Like that!???

As he stopped and began to rub the sides under the Doctor's arm pits, the
Doctor changed what he was going to say to the word, "Yes."  It was in a
surprised tone that he made that answer.

"Those alien tits! Irresistible!"  Greyson snaked his head around to the
front and sucked the left one. It stood out. He repeated the gesture on the
other side. The Doctor felt an involuntary jerk from this on both sides and
tried to resist, which made it hotter for himself and for Greyson, who
could just FEEL that the Doctor enjoyed these moves.  "Talk about alien
pyramid power!"

"You know about that? I've a mind to tell you that one time..."

"You can just shut up already!"

"Right!"  The Doctor shook his head and pointed a finger upward but as he
did so his head was thrown back as he was jettisoned into the throes of
ecstasy. His mouth opened in a perfect O, which wasn't the only thing on
his body that did that

Greyson sat a chair near the bed and put his bare feet up on the bed. The
Doctor looked at him, incredulous. Greyson pushed himself, using his feet,
from the bed. "C'm'here!"  He waved his fingers toward himself and
indicated the Doctor should come over to the chair.

The Doctor looked behind him. He then pointed to himself.

"Yes, I mean you! Get your fine tight ass over here, now!"  Greyson
snapped.

"It's always the nice, quiet ones, innit?"  The Doctor ran to the chair. He
knew instinctively what to do, even though he'd never had this position
before...that he can remember. He, Jesse and Jeremy and various other
lovers had had so much sex, it was hard to remember. Hard to member. "Can
you take my weight?"

"Oh, dear Time Lord, you're not as weighty as you might think!"  Greyson
put his hands on the Gallfreyan's hips and the Doctor knew what to do He
lifted himself up off the floor and put his feet on Greyson's shoulders and
his butt at Greyson's crotch. Greyson's dickhead entered the anus hole and
the Doctor shoved himself down on it. Greyson gasped. "That's feel so
good!"

"For...FOR! Formetoo!"  The Doctor could barely say.  The Doctor came out
of the chair position, while Greyson came out of the chair, both came. As
he came out of that position, his dick wobbling as it shot cum over
Greyson's chest, he grabbed Greyson's hips, "Your turn!"  He turned
Greyson's head down toward the floor, "Or rather mine!"

"Doctor, what're you doing?!"

"You'll see!"  The Doctor lifted the boy. Greyson's legs were over his bare
shoulders, feeling snug and good there.  His left arm was down Greyson's
back and his left hand was holding Greyson's shoulder.

Greyson did see soon enough. He realized his dick was right near the
Doctor's mouth which quickly emitted a tongue that started to dab at his
under-head, at his frenulum. "The frenulum of prepuce of penis or frenulum
preputii penis, which is an elastic band of tissue under the glans penis
connects, quite helpfully, I might add, to the prepuce, or foreskin to the
vernal mucosa, and helps contract the prepuce over the glans."


Greyson's eyes showed the wild feelings he was having as the Doctor poked
tongue at the area. "Doctor, stop talking about it and use it...some MORE!
ORE!!!!OHMY! That...that...that's amazing! Keep that UP!"

Using his left arm, the Doctor bounced Greyson up and down a bit, causing
the penis to enter his mouth some more. The Doctor licked his lips before
that and now used them to puff up Greyson's shaft some more. The Doctor
right arm was bent so that his right hand could hold the base of Greyson's
shaft, little hair down there. The forefinger and thumb, while holding,
teased the cock while the middle finger thoroughly prepped and tinged the
middle cock, feeling along, over and sideways to a thick vein there. The
Doctor could feel in his mouth and on his fingers that Greyson's shaft was
alive with not only pre cum but rushing cum, too. It throbbed with life and
expansion.

"OH. That good!"

"That's."

"What?"

"Use proper English."

"It's not like your people invented the language."

"As a matter of fact..."

"Shut up and keep me up!"  Greyson noticed his head slipping toward the
floor. "I'm falling."

"You're rising. I'll say one thing for you, you know how to last."

The Doctor dabbed tongue at the area and then worked the tip of his tongue
around the base head, under the mushroom part.

Having wild sex all around the room, they did a variety of positions
including doggy style while standing, the Sitting Amazon, the Wheelbarrow,
the Helicopter (as Greyson spun around the Doctor under him), the
Butterfly, and the Lotus.



They did the reverse position.  Greyson laid down on top of the Doctor's
prone form. The Doctor was on his back on the bed. Greyson sat down with
his back to the Doctor...on his member. The Doctor shut his eyes as he felt
his penis mesh into Greyson's buttock, right down the center. Both sides of
the taut glutes squeezed the Doctor's shaft and caused the tingling there
to intensify. The Doctor's back came off the bed but Greyson leaned forward
and spread his body out some more, no longer sitting. Greyson was laying on
the Doctor, the Doctor's dick head just starting to tease Greyson's man
ring. Greyson moaned and moved his lower regions, back and forth, the butt
hole relaxing and tensing, pulsating, waiting for Time Lord Head. Greyson
grabbed with both hands and held the upper part of the Doctor's bare
feet. The Doctor tilted his head and looked at Greyson's cheeks parting and
his own dick between them, shaft widening, Greyson gasping and moaning in
pleasure.

They tried a spooning variation.

"Stop thrusting. You're a madman!"

"A madman with a box...or rather a reverse box...your bottom."

"Shut up!"  Greyson laughed. "Let me do all the work."

They were laying in a spooning position, the Doctor and Greyson on their
left sides on the bed. The Doctor was behind Greyson, both naked, of
course. Greyson wiggled his butt onto the Doctor's head and the Doctor
stayed prone, despite the great feeling of having a boy on his dick
shaft. He wanted to spread the feeling from shaft head to shaft some more
but he found the more Greyson wiggled, stuck on his head, the more his
shaft grew in all directions. Greyson put himself sideways some more and
then moved to both sides as if he were about to turn over to the right,
then to the left. The Doctor put both hands around Greyson's sides and felt
up his nipples and rubbed his hands, palms down, on Greyson's breast area
and under the pectorals. Greyson shifted his torso to turn his face toward
the Doctor. The Doctor saw such a loving look in Greyson's eyes and his
face looked so innocent and youthful, that the Doctor leaned in and kissed
him. Greyson kissed him back. The Doctor shook again and wanted to explode
inside Greyson but he was in very far.

Greyson broke the kiss. "You wanna go in more, doncha?"

"Affirmative, Master," the Doctor joked.

"Ok-nine," Greyson said and bent forward, the Doctor's hands moving along
his chest to his hips. Greyson bent down a little bit to get a different
angle. The Doctor put his right hand on Greyson's muscular right butt
cheek. His other hand held Greyson's back but soon he moved it under the
boy to reach in front and jerk him off. Greyson gasped as he felt the Time
Lord's first shiver inducing touch. Electric ran through his shaft and
caused his pre cum to increase. He felt the familiar feel of the cum itself
struggling against gravity to launch out his sex tunnel. "Ohfffack!"

"I always knew you were a deep person."

"You're such a hokey jokester."

"I'll have you know that Rasputin liked my jokes."

"He would."


They did this stuff all around the room for a very long
time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVmD632gDso

Yes, that stuff.  When they were finished having sex all around the room,
the Doctor, having Greyson's thick legs, wrapped around his hips, grabbed
the door knob, turned it, and ploughed himself and the singer through the
opening. They made sexual positions all over the house but eventually,
Greyson slammed the Doctor against the doors of the TARDIS. The Doctor, his
back to the TARDIS, smiled and hair messed, said, "This doesn't always work
these days but I bet it will for..."

"Open it for me!"

The Doctor brought up his right hand and put finger to finger. He clicked
and the doors opened and they both literally fell inside. Greyson was on
the Doctor's frame, the Doctor under the musician. They both laughed. They
had sex all over the console, the console room, in the Sedan Chair and over
the back of the Sedan Chair. The large tubular clear covered computers
reflected the pair as Greyson held onto the console with both hands and the
Doctor squeezed Greyson's legs under his arms as he held him up,
horizontally. The Doctor bent his head to butt and rimmed Greyson out.

Greyson squealed with delight and arched his back. "I don't think I can
hold on much longer!"

"Yes! You can! You can last much, much longer, my love!"

"FUCK ME!"

"Hands on floor!"

Greyson hesitated.

"Hands on floor! C'mon, it's clean!"

"But you're dirty!"  Greyson let go of the console and put his hands on the
floor

The Doctor had him at a 45 degree angle and inserted his penis into the
anus hole, the cheeks giving him ample sensation and stimulation. Using his
arm to press Greyson's left hip and his right hand to hold Greyson's right
hip, the Doctor reached his left hand down and started to move his fingers
in a circular position around Greyson's widening, thick shaft. Once he
formed a circle, the Doctor sped up the rubbing up and down the shaft and
Greyson began to jerk up and down, holding himself on the floor, Doctor
supporting his legs and lower body.

Greyson then found the top of the Doctor's anus and used a new angle from
there to fuck him. He was supporting himself from behind on the larger
sofa. He was half kneeling on it and jerking himself in and out of the
Doctor's anus from behind while the Doctor was bent over, on all fours but
anus up. The Doctor felt the top of his anus being rubbed over and over and
over by smooth shaft and the nudging of the head and the vein on the shaft
made him feel incredible. Greyson pulled out and then put the top of his
shaft adjacent to the Doctor's crevice, rubbing the entire shaft up and
down where cheek met cheek, the side of his dick hitting the hole as
Greyson moved it sideways to do so but the bottom of Greyson's dick was
pressing out the bottom of the cheek mountains!  "OHHHHHHH!"  They both
cried out.

Greyson came out of the Doctor's butt hole and his dickhead hit the
Doctor's testicles, both of them as it shook with bursting energy. That was
when he shot and the first blast rocked him so much, he moved back a bit
and the second shot captured the Doctor's chin and the next shot hit the
Doctor's chest. As Greyson swayed from side to side in the bliss of orgasm,
his shots covered both the Doctor's pointed and hard
nipples. "OAAAAAAHHAAH! FAK!"  He steadied himself by holding the Doctor's
sides just under his shoulders as volley after volley rocked his whole
torso, spread out and rocked his entire core and upper body as well.

The Doctor held his arms out and grabbed Greyson's back, as he reached
behind the singer. Greyson arched back so far, that the Doctor had to hold
him to stop him from falling. To do so, the Doctor steadied himself, too
but found himself arching back as well. He was orgasming in tandem with his
lover. Their dicks met and fired as one, fired at each other, fired upward,
fired sideways, fired up each other's chest, between pecs, and covered hot
abs on both of them with mounds of male juice. Their ab mounds were covered
by mounds of white jizz.  Greyson sat down and the Doctor eased him to the
floor as he did so. The Doctor went to the small couch in the console room
and sat down. Both of them huffed and puffed as they sat down. Greyson was
on the floor to the side of but somewhat under the Doctor's couch. He poked
his head under the Doctor's dick as it started to hang down, coming out of
its hard state. He opened his mouth and swallowed some dripping cum.

When they were both spent, Greyson looked at the Doctor, who smiled at
him. Greyson didn't smile back. Greyson left the TARDIS with the Doctor
sitting on the small couch chair in the console room. The Doctor stared at
him and began to look for a handkerchief to wipe boy cum off his belly,
dick, balls, and buttocks, among other places.

The bedroom is where the Doctor caught up to Greyson and as the boy tried
to get dressed, the Doctor grabbed his arm but Greyson tried to pull
away. This landed them both on the bed, Greyson on his belly and the Doctor
on his back. The Doctor turned over. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I just wanna get going."

"Don't tell me nothing. I'm your Time Lord. I know something's bothering
you."


Greyson looked down and avoided the Doctor's gaze. "No. It's nothing,
really. Nothing. It...the whole thing, the deer, the motorcycle murderer. I
mean I know the deer is all right now but...so many deaths from that
monster...and we still don't know what's going on. It's terrible."

"I know but there's also beauty out there. I'm sorry that the past few days
have sort of robbed you of your vibrancy," the Doctor turned toward him and
onto his own stomach. He moved his feet together, bending at the knee.

"Ahhh, uh, what?"

"You...are naturally optimistic. I know I've been busy and such and there
have been things that boys were not meant to know...and such...look, what
I'm trying to say, is that..."

Greyson seemed to perk up and straighten himself a bit as much as he could
in the bed. "What?"

"...it's not all bad. That's just the bits in between. The trouble, I
mean."

"It's not, huh?"

"No, of course not. Countless civilizations to meet, billions of races,
eons of time to explore in every planet's past, future times to see...you
have all so much behind you that's amazing and interesting, and you've come
such a long way. There are moments in your past and history that are
just...fantastic!"

"Really?"  Greyson picked at the sheets.

"Yes, really. And that's not all. To see where you're all going. You never
imagine that it...it could be so good. You all spend your time worrying
about toxic food, radiation, government cover ups, disinformation, and
thinking you're all gonna die...but you survive to make this universe the
best it can be and also countless other universes after this one."

"You ...you've seen all that?"

"Not all. That's the best part. I haven't seen it all. I haven't known all
there is to know."  The Doctor propped himself up on his knees and put his
right hand out. "Come with me..."

They went into the TARDIS again and both of them took a
shower...together. After that, they had to take another shower, separately.

Dressed, the Doctor wanted to show a cleaned up and dressed Greyson some
times that were not just troubled.

(MUSIC: season four soundtrack track 3: LIFE AMONG THE DISTANT STARS)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXAGP2EzVgk

"It's June 25th..."

Greyson, now dressed in a page boy, looked out at the sky. "We're back to
the beginning of summer!!!"

"Yes, in 1215..."

"What? Really? Where?"

"Ahh, it's a year in the 13th century. Yes. And in the meadow that is
called Runnymede between Windsor and Staines. Magna Carter Island. Or more
properly, called the manor of Ankerwycke on this island which belonged to
Richard de Montfichet, who was one of the 25 barons present at the signing
of the Charter.  And they are right there..."  He pointed to a large yew
tree where under it, King John, at a wooden table was signing the Magna
Carter. Around him were some 94 men dressed elegantly.
http://www.clubjunior.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/Magna-Carta-signing.jpg

There are religious men, the barons, knights, and a few page boys.

"And that's the Thames..."

"I don't care. And I don't care about that either. It's just a piece of
paper," Greyson looked down and kicked a rock.

"What? That's the Magna Carter!"  The Doctor caught himself and put his
finger to his lips. "Shh shh!"  He whispered. "That's rights, that
is. Rights."

"So?"

"Come in. Get back in the TARDIS..."

"You mean jump back in the Thames?"

"Yes, it's cleaner now."

"Is this the nice part you meant to show me?"

"Just one."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gettysburg_Address#/media/File:Crowd_of_citizens,_soldiers,_and_etc._with_Lincoln_at_Gettysburg._-_NARA_-_529085_-crop.jpg


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gettysburg_Address#/media/File:Lincolnatgettysburg.jpg

"Standing beneath this serene sky, overlooking these broad fields now
reposing from the labors of the waning year, the mighty Alleghenies dimly
towering before us, the graves of our brethren beneath our feet, it is with
hesitation that I raise my poor voice to break the eloquent silence of God
and Nature. But the duty to which you have called me must be performed —
grant me, I pray you, your indulgence and your sympathy..."

"Now, what do you say to that?"  The Doctor waved his hand, which was
difficult as black coated citizens were everywhere, almost shoulder to
shoulder.

"Okay, it's Abraham Lincoln..."  Greyson shrugged, wearing his black
overcoat. "On November 18th..."

"19th..."

"19th..."

"Of course, if it were the 18th, he would not have even known he was in the
prodromal period of smallpox..."

A man turned to look at the Doctor. His face was perplexed.

"Smallpox?"  whispered Greyson, frightened.

"Don't worry, you're fine. TARDIS will see to that. Not to mention your
natural immunity, being from 2008 and not 1863."

"So, what's so special about him anyway?"

"Oh, I don't know. He's one of us...you know..."

Greyson perked up. His eyes lit up. "He's a Time Lord?"

The Doctor blinked and held his head in the same position, stooped toward
Greyson's head. "No. No, he's not one of us us. He's one of you us, you and
me...he's gay."

Greyson almost yelled it out among the crowd. "Lincoln's gay!"

Another man turned around, this one taller and looking more angry than
perplexed.

The tall man snapped. "Will you two be quiet?"

"Shhh! Shh!"  The Doctor put his finger to Greyson's lips this time. He
poked a finger into Greyson's mouth and the boy's eyes lit up,
enticingly. The Doctor took his finger out.  "He'll go on for another two
hours."

"Awww. We're not gonna stay for the entire thing are we?"

"This is toward the end of slavery in your country..."

"Still. Two hours?"

"A chance to see which text was right about the wording and context of the
actual speech..." the Doctor looked at his pleading eyes. Pleading with him
to leave. The Doctor dropped his shoulders. "Is no one interested in
history?"

"I am but..."

"There's something else bothering you?"

"Yeah, kinda."

The Doctor looked at Lincoln. "I supposed it's a bit above even my
head. I've seen it already, to be honest. I guess you're right. It's better
to know the effects it had...or maybe just to read about it rather than be
here. I don't know. I always liked the first...uhm, hand experience."

"I'm here to show you the rainbow! 232 million years ago, give or take a B
or a C..."  The Doctor pointed up at a giant rainbow. "Earth--- just before
the dinosaurs were born."

"WOW!"  Greyson put his arm around the Doctor's back. The Doctor was in his
normal clothes and Greyson was in his. They sat on a huge flat boulder
which was one of the only places clear of vegetation. It was hot and dry.
Below, in the fruitless and flower less forests, there were glimpses of
something low to the ground. It turned out to be about five crocodiles that
walked on land to find food. A nearby beach sported another six that had
just walked out of the water.

The TARDIS was behind the Doctor and Greyson. The Doctor landed it sat just
off the small plateau so that the doors opened out of vegetation. Greyson
was in awe.  "It must have just rained."

"Yes, it sometimes rains on Pangea..." The Doctor dropped his point hand
and planted a finger on Greyson's nose. "And that," he said as he pointed
into the sky again, "...my young friend, is the first rainbow any human has
ever seen."

"Who? What human?"

"You."  The Doctor pointed a finger onto Greyson's T shirt covered chest,
"You're the first."

Greyson pulled himself closer to the Doctor's side. "Now, that is
something."

"Yes...welllllll, nothing compared to..."


"...our next destination..." the Doctor told him as he picked him up by his
shoulders and moved him into the TARDIS as the rainbow glittered in the
sky. "

"Which is?"




"Jersey..."  The Doctor told him only after they emerged onto apple grass.

"Jersey?"  Greyson asked, unimpressed. He looked south but saw only miles
of strange greenish, reddish grass.

The Doctor turned him around by grasping his shoulders again and spun him
to face a vast, towering city.  "New New New Jersey."

"WOW!"  Greyson marveled at a city so large and clean he could not take it
all in. It spread from east to west and was so long and wide, he wondered
if it were possible to see every building. Cars flew in the air. Monorails
glided gently from one building to another.




"Welllll, I say Jersey but that is New, New, New, New, New, New Jersey or
something like that. Another universe."

"Oh come on!"  Greyson said. "We're obviously in the far future but...our
kind go on to...to this? We ...the human race, we want to go on for good
but honestly, the way things are going how much longer can we?"

"You lot. You lot, you spend all your time thinking about dying, like
you're going to get killed by eggs or beef or global warming or
asteroids. But you never take time to imagine the impossible, that maybe
you survive. This is the year fifty six point fifty six slash apple slash
twenty six."

"Yeah, that slash apple shit?"

"Yeah?"

"Don' ever do that again, okay?"

"Okay."

"It's not impressive."

"But admit it this city is!"

"Okay, clean as ever a city was, I'll admit and very WOW! But what's so
great about what it is...I mean there's been plenty of cities..."

"Fifty six billion years in your future, and this is the day..."  He looked
at his wrist watch. "Hold on."

"Well, what? Don't keep me holding on as Angelo Garcia begged in song."

The Doctor smiled and finished with, "...this is the day total peace
celebrates the peace that started in 36 billion AD. Welcome to the universe
of peace."

"So this is another Jersey, not the same one I knew of course."

The Doctor pat him on the shoulder. "It is not. It's the city of New New
Jersey. Strictly speaking, it's the 28th New Jersey since the original, so
that makes it New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New
New New New New New New New New New New New New Jersey."

"Yeah. That. Don't ever do that again either."

"Kay."  The Doctor laughed.

"No wars, no politics, no crime, no mass murder, no serial killers, no
guns, no swords, no knives, no reality bomb, no lives lost, human beings
living in total harmony with each other and other aliens, former enemies I
might add, Daleks, Sontarans, Cybermen, even Krynoids. All living in
perfect harmony. And unlike that farce of Traken, a real harmony."  The
Doctor put his thumb and forefinger together in a circle. "And there have
been more and more universes after this one...this will live about as long
as a something over a googolplex years. A googolplex is a very large number
—I knew you'd want to know that. Even I can't put it into terms of
length."

"Well, then that time is not very impressive!"

"Not very...Greyson...I've given you a look into the future of our...your
kind, yes?"

"Yes."

"Shown you past eons of time that man and woman kind will survive and
achieve perfect life and lives, yes?"

"Yes."

"And you complain about it all going only as long as something as a
googolplex. A googolplex is a very large number!"

"And it goes on after that, even?"

"Yes!"  The Doctor said. "I am happy to say, it does."

(MUSIC: season four soundtrack track 3: LIFE AMONG THE DISTANT STARS plus
THE SOURCE track, whichever is first is up to you)


Later in space, the Doctor opened the TARDIS doors. "Haven't done this for
years, either. It hasn't really worked properly. It could lead to some
nasty deaths."  At his back, behind him, Greyson looked worried. "Nothing
at all to worry about though, it's fine for a few minutes."

"If you say so," Greyson looked out. He saw large spaceships of every kind
whizzing to and fro, coming and going from a huge flat space platform,
which also held a long spiral that stuck straight up. Thousands of stars
twinkled behind it. Spacemen were walking in space to clean and
repair. Alien saucer ships were spiraling around their own bodies (UFO, the
series). Daleks were accompanying humans in spacesuits outside the hull of
the station. "Doctor, that star..."

"That star?"

"No," Greyson took the Doctor's right arm and maneuvered it to the star he
meant. "That star..."

"That one?"

"Yeah..."

"I could have sworn it just winked at me!"

"Oh, that's a good one. Good joke."

"No, no. I'm not joking. Now, I think it's waving at me."

The Doctor squinted and then took out, from is upper pocket, glasses. He
put them on.  "Oh, yeah. Cool, huh?"

"Is it sentient?"

"Most stars have some form of life. But let's not start that again, shall
we?"

Greyson looked amazed and moved past the Doctor to look out further. The
Doctor asked, "Happy now?"

"Oh, yes, very."

"Nothing compared to..."



"We're at Woodstock, August 16th, 1969!??"

It was pitch black in the sky but man-made lamps and lights from a high
scaffolding illuminated the stage as well as the crowd of dazed hippies and
other civilians. Many seemed stoned, asleep, or just out of it.

"Yes, but I wanted to get here on early Friday, not late night
Saturday---really early morning Sunday. The localized condition of
planetary atmospheric condensation caused a malfunction in the visual
orientation circuits. Or to put it another way, we got lost in the pot
smoke. And that made us miss J and J."

"Jesse and Jeremy?"

"No! Joan and Janis. So, it's technically the 17th!"  The Doctor frowned
and stamped a foot in mud, which splashed up and threatened his face.
"TARDIS!"

The Doctor turned to look at it, behind a ramshackle makeshift hippy tent
upon tent upon tent, hippies coming in and out of the multi colored tent
lash up.

"TARDIS is wonderful! I love it!"

"Him."

"Him."

"There's a lot more mud than I remember. And that tent lash up. I used to
have a jacket that was less colors than that."

"You...you've been here before?"

"Oh, yeah. A few times. See that half naked Roger Daltrey...?"

"He you?"

"A girl has to keep some secrets to herself, you know."

"I don't care! You're simply...This is fantastic! Thank you!"  Greyson
jumped up, mud on his sneakers, and threw himself at the Doctor, hugged
him, and put his feet backward, bending at the knees. He began to hear the
next set played by a band he remembered his grandfather liked.

"The Who!"

"Yes, but it's Doctor now..."

"I know. That's what they're playing."


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rn8p1Hrc7yI

 Greyson let go of the Doctor, who almost tumbled backward in mud.

"Can you imagine that."  The Doctor said, his eyes darting back and forth,
not really asking a question.

As Greyson left the Doctor to go see the WHO, he kissed the Doctor on the
lips, drawing the Time Lord's head down slightly with a hand on the back of
the Doctor's head.

A really naked, older man, with a very long beard and mud on his back and
knees, smacked the Doctor on the back, almost making him tumble forward,
"Good for you, man, good for you! Love, peace, and tranquility man, love,
peace and tranquility man."  The man started on his way.

As the man moved away, the Doctor put up two fingers but put them up the
wrong way, "Oh, that's up yours..."  He put the peace sign the right way
round, "And to you, too, dude..."

"Dude, I like that." The old man turned around as he kept walking, a beer
in one hand. The Doctor hoped that was not the hand he was slammed on the
back by because if it were, he must have beer on his back. "Peace, love and
tranquility."

The man moved on and passed a mop haired short man in checkered trousers
who was tooting on a recorder. Other hippies were trying, nicely, to get
him to stop.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cH9IgJZCx4c





The late morning started to allow the night to slowly vanish as the first
rays of sunlight began to poke out. It was still pretty dark to Greyson,
but he didn't mind.


When Greyson returned to him, as 6am vanished to 7am, the Doctor said,
"Dude, I think I just started a dude trend."

"Really? How surfer of you. Can we stay for tomorrow?"

"Why not. We can sleep in the TARDIS and come out tomorrow morning---well,
which it is now but some sleep will be needed...for you. Although to be
honest, even a Time Lord needs some sleep. No one will notice if we slip in
now and slip out a bit later."

When they returned, they found someone had drawn in white chalk on the
TARDIS. There was a large peace sign on the middle, between both doors,
encompassing both. The Doctor went wide eyed. "Someone's been drawing on my
TARDIS!"

"Yes," Greyson covered his mouth to hold in his laughter.


"Drawing. On. My. TARDIS!"

"Still. If you're gonna have graffiti...it's not a bad one."

"Good thing, too. It's not bad wolf. That could lead to all sorts of Earth
moving problems."  The Doctor opened the door with his keys and let Greyson
go in first. He looked around. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Still, I wish
there were less deaths..." he hoped Greyson didn't hear that. "And the
resulting...ahh, never mind."  He wiped his hands and went inside and
closed the doors.

Two hippies, a male and a topless female, walked by and saw the Doctor and
Greyson go in. "Cool, man, cool."  The man said.

"What a gas," the female said.  "Trippin!"

As the TARDIS vanished, two other hippy types came by. "Bitchin!"

"Bodacious!"

The 7th Doctor, Ace, and Benny ran past. "I thought I heard it, Professor."

"Ace, you'rre always finding menace in yourrr own shadows, these days!"

Benny laughed. "Yeah, it's not like it's the company she keeps, is it?"

"Quiet, Benny," the Doctor threatened. "We have to find those drugs."

"Keep it down, will you, Doctor?"

"Don't worrrrry Benny. They're all pretty much in constitute by now."

Ace shrugged. "Whatever that means."

Inside, the Doctor showed Greyson to his room. "My bed, Master..."

"Yeah, don't call me that. Remember, I know your past..."

"Meant no offense, Chance."  The Doctor patted the bed. "C'mon and this
time it's sleep. It'll be a big day tomorrow, today, yesterday at
Woodstock."

Greyson took his clothes off and lastly, stepped out of his pants. "I am
kinda tired."  He laid on the bed.

"And it's been quite a few days for me as well. I need some sleep, too. A
nice, good lie down!"  The Doctor laid down, fully dressed. Greyson put his
head on a large pink pillow. In a few seconds, the Doctor jumped up and
tapped Greyson. "Come on, we can't sit around here all day."

"You said you wanted a rest."

"I've just had one. Let's go and find K9.  I think he's recharging."

Greyson tried to get up. "K9!"

"Yes but...oh," the Doctor sat back down on the bed.

"What's wrong?"

"I just realized, I haven't slept for some time..."

"Doctor, we slept on the 4th..."

"Well, it's all right for some. You're not five..."

"Five?"

"Six..."

"Six?"

"Seven thousand years old or more, are you?"

"Seven...wow. Are you sure?"

"Well, how can I be sure? I'm a time traveler and traveling in space as
well also messes with your age, you know. If I spent all my time chasing
after my own age, trying to figure it all out, chart it along and all that,
and trust me, it's a life's time job to do so, I'd never have time
to...what do I care about all that? Maps, calendars, birthdays...I'm a Time
Lord!"

"Take it easy!"

"Take it easy? I'm not a chronologer any longer. If I took it easy I'd
never be able to be preoccupied with ..."

"Daleks?"

"Daleks, yes. Yeah, Sontarans, Cybermen."

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"Lie down."  Greyson, who had stood up off the bed and rounded it, leaned
on a post and then took both hands to the Doctor's shoulders and made him
lay back down. He moved his legs onto the bed. He undressed the Doctor as
gently as he could. The Time Lord was asleep before Greyson was finished
removing his pants. "This time we sleep."


After the Monday of Woodstock, the TARDIS vanished again.


"And so much of all of that could not happen if it weren't for slow and
boring things like this."  The Doctor waved to John Hancock. "As a close
personal friend, he granted me this favor..."

"Thanks," Greyson said and tried to keep a mocking tone absent.

They were both dressed in the formal clothing of 1776 delegates.

And in a room like this:

http://www.todayifoundout.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/founding-fathers-declaration-of-independence.jpg

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/15/Declaration_independence.jpg/600px-Declaration_independence.jpg

"Of course, he already signed it on the Fourth of July. But it was here,"
he continued to whisper, "...that many of the other 55 will sign it. By the
next four days, almost everyone will have signed it but for some...I dunno,
some six of em."

"You're close friends with John Hand Cock?"

"Hancock."

"Hancock."

"Of course, I was with John Dickenson, too. He was the only delegate who
refused to sign it."

"Why? Did he have his dick in his son?"  Greyson joked.

The Doctor went wide eyed. "Greyson," he whispered, "That's no way to talk
about a man who served YOUR country well. Just because he..."

"Look, I'm sorry. I was just trying to make a joke."

The Doctor frowned. Greyson put his head down. The Doctor laughed. "I think
he might have."

Greyson looked up at him. The Doctor put his hand on the boy's chin. "Let's
go. TARDIS by the tree."

"I know where it is, Doctor."

The two of them seemed such little figures leaving Independence Hall, which
had a crowd outside. "They'll be right out," the Doctor told the crowd. "I
think they might even be right behind us," he told them for distraction. He
whispered and fired it at Greyson.  "Tree."

Greyson scooted past him and went to the tree. The Doctor followed. At the
tree, a journalist of the time, asked, "What is this symbol?"

"Aren't you curious about the box?"

"No. I've seen such things in the West..."

"Really?"  The Doctor asked. "That can't be good," he turned and told
Greyson.

"But this..."

Greyson looked at the man and felt the peace symbol. "It means peace."

"We'll hardly have that once we've declared that," the man said as he
pointed to the Independence Hall.

"That?"  The Doctor gasped and pointed. The man looked that way. "Quick,"
he gasped to Greyson, "Inside!"  He had already put the key in the lock
when he found his clicking fingers would not open it. He rushed Greyson
inside and slammed the door. "Invisible Mode on. Prepare for Silent
dematerialization," he warned, apparently obsessed and using a bit too much
"crazy" in his voice. He noticed Greyson looked slightly astonished and
scared. He dropped his obsessive tone.  "I wish these things would work
properly," he said as he fiddled with the console.

"I want to get out of these stuffy old fashioned clothes."

"If you do that, we may never get out of here."  The Doctor joked and
turned a wheel on the console.


TARDIS vanished. Then, it dematerialized.

"It worked!"  Greyson laughed.

"Yes, it did!"

"The odds of it working had to be in your favor, Master. Rules of
probability suggest it will work again..."

"Really?"  The Doctor gasped air in.

"Positive."  K9 flew nearer to the Doctor's head. "In 7.6 billion years."

"Oh do shut...my time or travel miles?"





The Doctor leaned on a wooden post. It rose far over his head. It was part
of a giant fence. They were on a farm.  A giant's farm. Inside the fence
was a giant rabbit, giving birth to baby rabbits. Wearing a silk blue
button down shirt with a collar that had the sleeves that went past the
elbows with darker blue pants and red sneakers, Greyson watched with
fascination. The babies came out. They will be blind for a short time.
"This is a land of giants."

"Is it? You should have told me."

"A whole planet of giants that could...well, not be very nice to us."

"Some of them are."

"But this...beautiful. They're so cute!"  Greyson moved forward. The Doctor
grabbed him from behind and pulled him back to himself.

"Let it go on without us."  He stared down at the boy.

Greyson looked up at him. "Okay."  He smiled. The baby rabbits were out and
born already.



"See. Good things happen. And I can safely say that these rabbits...I
checked when you were asleep on their personal timeline histories...will
live good long lives free of tragedy as sometimes happens to ...well,
almost everyone at some point..."

"That's good to know."

"Yes. Even if some of them didn't survive, Greyson, they're lives meant
something. You see we're all part of a never-ending story."

"That...that's good to know, too."  Greyson almost had tears in his
eyes. Tears of joy.

"Yeah."

"You got that from a movie, didn't you?"

"Yeah. No, a book. The movies came from the book."


"You're a giant piece of work, you know that?"  Greyson frowned and then
smiled.

"Yeah. I do."

Suddenly, they heard footsteps and a large shadow passed over their
heads. A giant farmer came towering above them. He must come from the farm
house without them seeing him, which is strange because he was a man 70
feet tall. Greyson pulled the Doctor back as the Doctor moved
outward. "What're you doing?"

"Hello, Doctor."  The giant said.

"Hello, Virgil."  The Doctor waved. "This is my best friend Greyson."

"Nice to meet you Greyson. I would shake hands but mine are full."

"Carrots?"

"Carrots for the rabbits."

"Nice to meet you, sir!

As the farmer moved inside the fence to feed the rabbits, Greyson asked the
Doctor, "Anyone you're not friends with?"

"I...dunno. A little guy named Davros."

"Are they free or are they caged up?"  Greyson called up loudly to the
giant.

"Oh, no. They're free. We do run a farm but no meat. And I would never
dream of harming a rabbit. To me, they're almost sacred. As sacred as your
friend there, the Doctor."

Sometime later after returning to the TARDIS and some more stop overs,
Greyson slept. Afterward, he dressed after a well-deserved sleep.

https://plus.google.com/u/0/+GreysonChance/posts?pid=5811446740226823602&oid=116856152718139693753

(MUSIC: season four soundtrack track 3: LIFE AMONG THE DISTANT STARS plus
THE SOURCE track, whichever is first is up to you)

He wore a blue denim jacket with a black collar, over a mostly white
T-shirt with a black design crossing on it. Black pants and white sneakers
completed his outfit. He went to the console room. "Doc..."

"Shh. Shh."

"Well, what if..."

"Shhh."  The Doctor worked on the levers and pulled switches on the
console. "This bit requires total concentration."

"How long have we been travelling?"  He checked his watch.

"Hmm? What did you say?"

"Why are we stopping our magical mystery tour?"

"Oh. You seem to be in a better mood. And you knew it couldn't last
forever."

"I wish it could last forever."  Greyson rested an elbow on the Doctor's
back, as the Doctor was stooped over the console.

"Me, as well. But I have Jeremy and Jesse to consider."

"Yes."  Greyson said and didn't sound jealous.  "I know. Share and share
alike."

"I know you understand. On top of all that, there's all the help I need to
give to the Brigadier and all his confounded problems with what's going on
at Montauk and those evil men..."

"I guess you have to?"

"Listen, if I don't...it could mean some very bad things for all the people
on Long Island and your country...I mean it's your country we're talking
about."

"I know that."

"Your parents. Your pets. Your fans..."

"I know, I know."

"It could end the world if The Brigadier and I don't get some clues soon
and act on them. Jesse and Jeremy might be stirring some up even now."

"You can rely on them, Doctor. They love you, too."

"I know. And I can't be away from them for this long without
feeling...well, something."

"Nice to know you miss us when you're or rather when we're gone."

The TARDIS landed in the bedroom at the Doctor's house and the sound of it
locking into place hit their ears. The Doctor put a hand on Greyson's back,
turning to him, making the boy stand up straight and off the Doctor's
back. "I do."  He led him outside into the bedroom at the house.

Greyson didn't follow the Doctor out of the bedroom but instead, sat down
on the bed. The Doctor held onto the door frame as he returned, his legs
out in the hallway and his upper half through the frame as he held on with
both hands. "Coming?"

"Yeah, in a mo..."

"What's the matter?"  The Doctor came into the room again. He sat down.

Greyson had tears coming down his face. "Am I ever gonna see you again?"

The Doctor bent down and kissed him on the mouth. "Of course. You're
returning to the Bunkhouse in August..."

"I know that. I mean after that? Is that going to be it?"

"No. No, course not."  The Doctor stated, unconvincingly.

Greyson looked up at him. He was waiting for more reassurance.

"We can see each other again. I just don't want you in danger from these
government types whoever and whatever they are. They also must have
powerful alien allies and I don't want you in danger or...you could wind up
dead, you know."

"After all you just told me? Showed me?"

"Yes. But trust me, we will be back together before no time."

"Doctor. Time means nothing to a Time Lord."

"I know that. The TARDIS will make sure you don't ...it'll give you more
time, too. Jesse and Jeremy by now must be, ohhhh, at least 163 years old
or so..."

"I wonder what kind of make-up they use."

"I'm serious," the Doctor said. "Anyone who travels with me, now, in my
present timeline or future timeline for that matter, gets the TARDIS
treatment, which is working now. It will slow down your aging so that you
and I can spend lots of time together."

"If you say so."  Greyson stood up. "I'm sorry to be so much trouble."

"Not at all."  He touched Greyson's chin. "It means you're sensitive and I
love that about people...about you."

"So when are we going to see each other again? I mean after August?"

"Needy much, aren't you?"

"Yeah, since I met you."  Greyson laughed.

"I'll tell you what. I'll meet you right here on this spot in this
house. Key."  He felt around in his pockets. "Key?"  He kept looking. He
nodded to Greyson, who helped him look, too.

"Key...oh, that's not the key. Not hard enough," Greyson laughed.  "Got
it."  He took the key out.

"Key to the house," the Doctor said. "Later, you'll get one for the
TARDIS."

"You don't trust me, then?"

"Not that. I have to have one made.

"You won't forget?"

"What me, forget? Why I'll have you know, I have the memory of Peter
Pan. And it wasn't I who played him. It was Jeremy. I won't even have to
write it down."

Greyson looked skeptical but tried to hide it in his face.  "So right here,
July 7th, 2009...?"

"Yes, right. July 7..."  The Doctor nodded. "2009."


July 7th, 2009, Greyson pulled up in his sports car and went into the
house, using the well-guarded key. He noticed the absence of mail in the
post box. Someone must be here or he had someone take it in. Greyson put
the key back in his pocket and went to the bedroom. "Doctor?"  Greyson
noticed the TARDIS in the same spot it was one year ago.

"In the bathroom..."  The Doctor came out.  "Good to see you again,
Greyson, my old lad!"  He hugged him close and felt him up as he moved his
hands around the lithe body to the lean buttocks behind. "Great to see you
again!"

"You too, Doctor," Greyson said as they broke. "Let me look at you!"

"You haven't changed...maybe a bit taller?"

"You haven't changed at all either."

"Oh, me? I got older."

"No. You haven't. I meant that but what I really meant was
that...you...you're wearing the same clothes as when I left you in that
room, in July 2008."

"Oh that. I do that from life to life. Keep wearing the same clothes. Gives
me a sort of military feel without being military. A kind of uniform
everyone who knows me can identify me by."

"Identify? I got the feeling you wanted to remain anonymous."

"Yeah, well, I keep the same outfits on from time to time."

"You, ahhh," Greyson said as he walked around the Doctor's body. "You just
nipped right back into the bedroom, got in the trusty ole TARDIS and came
back here to me just after we parted, didn't you?"

The Doctor took air in. ""

"Yeah, that's what I thought. For you, we haven't been apart for, what? Two
minutes?"

"Yeah, well. I was afraid I'd forget."

Greyson held back his hand from slapping the Doctor. "I just wanna..."

"I'm sorry. If I didn't care, I wouldn't have even...I do care. That's the
point."  He grabbed Greyson's slap hand, the right hand, and with his other
hand, grabbed Greyson's left hand. He spun him around in a dance motion. "I
wanna show you the rainbow..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AU1yyy_At4


They at on that same plateau 232 million years in the past and watched the
rainbow again. This time they stayed for the sunset. A force field over
them from the TARDIS made them safe. They hugged as they watched the sun go
down and the stars start to appear in the sky. A warm night. Strange
birds. Crocs. And a sky filled with stars that glistened and a shooting
star passed by, giving them a show. It was really a meteorite shower that
the Doctor wanted him to see. The Doctor pointed up. "My home is that way."

"That way?"

"Yes."

"I love you Greyson Chance."

"I know."


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SfjIlD0gHs

Sometime in the Doctor's future. "Philippines?"  The TARDIS was behind a
blue curtain. The Doctor emerged from it. He looked sad. He was sad. He
looked over at certain boy in a blue bombardier jacket playing at a piano
for a time before starting the lyrics he sang eloquently. There were
insignias on his shoulders and sleeves, which reminded the Doctor of
Ace. One was the Gallifreyan emblem.  Some might say he sounded like a girl
but to the Doctor, it was beautiful. A boy sounding like a boy. The Doctor
put his hands on the curtain, maybe to shield himself. It was a dark
club. The people there were young and mostly female fans. Some were
male. They clapped to the boy's playing. The song struck a particular note
for the Doctor.

"I'm your biggest fan. I'll follow you until you love me. I'll be good..."

(MUSIC: PAPARAZZI sung by Greyson Chance)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxDlC7YV5is

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-rhy8IxqlE



The Doctor forced a smile and turned to leave, retreat behind his curtain
and into his big blue box. As he turned, he heard this lyric...

"I won't stop until that Time Lord is mine."

He stopped to look back at the boy who was looking at him and smiling right
back at him. And the Doctor thought he was careful not to be seen. The
Doctor brought up a hand to wave his fingers at the boy and then he
winked. The starry eyed, innocent boy was back. Even though the promise he
made the Doctor give him was never met...at least not yet. They hadn't seen
each other since that August of 2008 and that July of 2009. He knew it was
after that but while this fact plagued the Doctor, it didn't seem to have
hurt the boy ...at least not irreparably.


The TARDIS read out was on the fritz again so he wasn't sure what the exact
year was and how long they had been apart. The Doctor wondered if the boy
had yet become a Tomorrow Person. Even if he hadn't, the boy could still
read his mind. As if on cue, Greyson acknowledge that this was still true.
"Don't forget me."  Greyson mind sent to the Doctor's thoughts.

The Doctor mind sent, "Oh, Greyson, don't you forget me."

"Till we meet again, Greyson."

As he sang, Greyson nodded YES. The Doctor puckered his mouth and blew a
kiss. Then he released some air from his stomach. The butterflies were
gone. The Doctor closed his eyes to listen to that exquisite voice one more
time. Then he turned and moved through the TARDIS doors.

The boy kept singing. His music drowned out the sounds of the moaning,
wheezing, slugging TARDIS slowly vanishing as the Doctor shed tears inside
at his trusty console.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3vLSS_IjU4



EXTRA SCENE:

The TARDIS stopped vanishing and was completely gone, the curtains blowing
back where it once stood.

Greyson noticed the TARDIS leaving but something else was bothering him as
he finished his song. His head hurt. He heard voices. They became louder
and louder. Mixed voices. Many voices. Everyone in the room. The
street. The houses on the street. Everyone in the town.

He started to play a new song, "Unfriend you..." when the combined sounds
mixed into one furious storm in his head. He couldn't concentrate. He fell
back off the chair, away from the piano, and into a quick body guard who
caught him before he hit his head. His head hurt a great deal and he'd
wished he did hit it because then maybe he would have been unconscious and
this pain would stop. His entire body was wracked with pain and he writhed
on the ground, his shirt riding up with it, revealing his stomach.  Fans
screamed. Someone yelled, "Call an ambulance...!"



Rico (Angelo Garcia) stood, his arms folded, arrogantly.  "Is it working?"
He was in a space age station that was in geometric orbit around the
Earth. A huge control room with tables that were called link tables.


It was a base: a gigantic satellite orbiting the Earth continually. This
self sustained city in space contained 14 decks, not all in use
currently. Rico was in the main area of the satellite which hooked TIM, a
biotronic computer with living fluids contained in bubbles, to the other
areas of the base as well as other containers of TIM on Earth. Here, too,
were many smaller, round topped link tables to contact other break outs.

These tables surrounded a large main link table capable of supporting
many. Rounded light colored (tan and peach) cushion seats, all one piece
surrounded the main link table, while the smaller ones used traditional
stools and seats, some metal, some cushioned. TIM's main body was above and
consisted of three giant bubbles surrounded by many others, all containing
the fluid. TIM keeps the station antiseptically clean.

The walls were mostly white but there were many control systems and
technological devices on panels. One was a huge circular screen that looked
as if he had bubbles spinning on it, and the colors of the screen changed,
making the bubbles change as well. It appeared to be some kind of DNA
spiral and cells of the mind mingling.

Rollin (Sage Stallone) snapped telepathically, "If you'd shut up and let us
listen telepathically, maybe we'd know."

A blond boy, Borj (Stian Smestad), had his hands on the link table, one of
many. "It is."

"Let's try again," a smaller blond named Landen (Jonathan Brandis) said.
He was sitting next to Rollin. All of the ones at the table had their
pinkies touching the person next to them.

Rico was not at the table. He was not a Tomorrow Person but someone who was
their evolutionary elected guardian, who could kill, unlike them.  It was
unstated that most Tomorrow People would not have voted him to be their
guardian because he had some issues (one being locked up in an attic by his
parents until he was 14).

"Can you hear us?"  Je'ne (Kenny Morrison), Rico's dark skinned cousin,
also from Puerto Rico, called out telepathically.

"Open your mind to us."

"Break out..."

"He is!"  Landen said, "But it feels like we have to be there to help him!"

"Ambulance drivers! Uh, I mean workers!"  Rico snapped his fingers and
waved his hands. Landen, Je'ne, Borj, and Rollin all now wore the EMT
outfits. "Go!"  He force teleported them. "Philippines!"


When they appeared in the dark hallway to the club, Rollin snarled. "I hate
it when he does that."

Borj laughed. "It was for a good reason."

"He knows."  Je'ne smiled.  "It's just one of his Mr. Grumpy Bi Sexual
days."

Rollin grumped at that and ran inside.

Once they arrived and pretended to be the EMTs, Rollin and Landen were
gently numbing the other voices, the psychic calls from others and the
noise of a whole universe of telepathic life forms, not to mention the
psychic frantic emanations from the fans, who were being slowly dispersed
through the door and outside by the body guards and the bouncers.

"Break out," they softly whispered, "Break out."

"...into one of us...one of us..."

"Who are us?"

"The Tomorrow People...you have opened the fist, haven't you?"

"Yes," Greyson saw it in his mind, a huge, soft skinned, tanned fist
opening to reveal a wonderful deep hole inside the palm and it slowly moved
at his face and seemed to envelop him as it reached the line of vision. But
in the hole were more images: a large soothing harp which gave way to a
trumpet behind it, a beautiful blue colored dove, fluttering its wings for
him as it flew across his field of vision and then right at his face,
gentle and caressing as it passed. The hand of an infant, reaching for him
and passing him, another large hole filled with more images in the
palm. "It's happening. I can see it, see it all. Beautiful. Expanding."  A
large cloud of many shapes passed by, all white and fluffy looking, a snow
leopard, its white coat alluring and strong, its eyes focusing on
Greyson's.


The eyes engulfed the vision of Greyson and went on to have him view a
robed figure, dressed in white, pass by and bell shaped object, the size of
little children circled around it and him, he actually saw them pass around
and return to his vision. Finally, it all came to a head and thousands of
lights filled the night sky, almost blotting out the stars which were still
visible past them. The lights came together and then converged on Greyson
and formed a tunnel around the outer edges of his face, forming a sucking,
winding tunnel. It drew him inside of it, his very essence. Greyson rode it
for a long time and reaching the top, a high top above the house, Earth's
sky, and above the universe even, the lights let him go out of the top and
a loud explosion sound kicked him into a peaceful, yellowish-energy void
where he just floated, calm, energized, and at rest. His eyes fluttered.

Stooping over him, Je'ne looked as the eye lids of the boy moved as if he
were in Rapid Eye Movement sleep. "It's almost over."  Then the eye
movement stopped. "Done."

The eyes opened. Rollin released the side of the boy's head and Landen the
other. Rollin then took in the natural beauty of this frail but interesting
boy. Overall, the boy was quite well put together, despite seemingly
scrawny looks---deceiving body tone. He was quite nice. Rollin's heart
skipped several beats and he sighed deeply to remind himself of who he is
and what he was here for. He tore himself away to deal with questions from
the staff; however before he did, the new boy gave him such a smile, that
he felt his legs buckle! Perfect white teeth and thick lips. He's gorgeous,
thought Rollin.

Greyson sat up, "I feel so good now."

Rollin had something to think about that but he didn't voice it. He forced
himself away from the new break out's general area. Funny, a moment ago, he
and the boy were locked together in mind, intimate and as a Tomorrow
Person, he and the boy always would be now---and yet the Sap-Norm societal
rules do not allow for them to be too close. Or as close as Rollin would
want to be. But times were changing.

Rollin went over to the head bouncer and body guard, both of whom were at
least one foot taller than he. "Can you block off the exits to the front
while we go out the back way. I trust there is a back way?"

"Fire exit," the bouncer told him. "I'll turn off the alarms so they do not
go off."

"Turn them off so they don't go off."

"Yes."

"That breakout," Borj told Rollin and Je'ne, "It was just like my own,
almost image for image."

Rollin frowned. "I guess that's another one you're linked to."

"We all are now," Landen explained.

Hovering over Greyson, the foursome explained quickly. "We have to go. Put
this belt on. You're one of us now. The Tomorrow People."

"I think...I think I've heard of you."

"Really?"

"Yes, a friend of mine, the Doctor..."

"Yeah, that explains a lot."

"Let's go," Rollin urged.

When they appeared on the jaunt pad, Greyson stumbled, even with four
Tomorrow People males looking out for him.  Somehow, his arms were loose
from the holding hands of the foursome.

Rico, who was waiting anxiously, caught him. Rico had no his leather jacket
and no shirt outfit with black leather pants, skin tight. Greyson looked at
him. "Thank you."

"I'm not one of you."

"I don't care. You're gorgeous."

Rico blushed. Any compliment made him feel good. "I think I might be in
love, too."

"Greyson, that's Rico."

"I know."  Greyson said. "I heard his voice in my head, too."

Rico's eyes widened. "Really? No one else can hear me. I can hear all of
them but they cannot hear me."

"I can."

"Try it again," Rico urged.

"Rico," Landen said, "He just had a trying break out...it almost killed
him. He has to go to the Breakout Recovery Room."

Nevertheless they did it.

Rico drew Greyson in and kissed him on the mouth.

Greyson smiled. "I think I'm going to like being one of the Tomorrow
People."

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