Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2015 05:07:24 -0400
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jeremy and Jesse 155

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The man just dropped his shoulders. "Okay, now, you've given us quite a run
around. Now, it's time to come with me. Peacefully."

"I don't think so."  Jeremy said. He turned to run but the man grabbed
Jeremy's speedo. "Please! Not on the first date!"  He exposed Jeremy's butt
crack but Jeremy turned and fist punched the man in the jaw and then turned
again and double fist punched the man. The man seemed drawn back...a
little. Jeremy palmed him in the chin and punched the man's stomach but
with little effect. "Christmas! You're Jaws."

"My turn!"  The man grabbed at Jeremy's shoulders. Another man came up
behind "Jaws" but Jeremy punched the man. This man fell over the rail and
off the bridge but held onto the bottom with two hands. The water was below
him. The "Jaws" man pulled him back up over the rail. "I should have let
you fall! I told you I'll handle him!"  He looked as Jeremy had another
head start on him. He ran after Jeremy. He reached the boy again. Jeremy
was tired and there was only so much he could do against all these men.

Jeremy ran but the "Jaws" man grabbed at him again. Jeremy struggled as he
was grabbed from behind. He tried to turn again but the scuffle was as a
huge spray of water came from below the bridge. They battled on wet metal
now. Jeremy slipped and fell over the rail and off the bridge!

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FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE!


Jeremy grabbed on but only had one hand on the bottom of the platform. The
water surged beneath him.

"Jaws" put his hand down and looked at Jeremy. Jeremy reached up with his
free arm and hand. "What the hell, if you drop me, I'm going to fall in
anyway."

"I'm not going to drop you. My employer wants to talk to you."  He put his
hand in Jeremy's and Jeremy could feel himself being pulled up.  He put his
other hand out but the man didn't take it right away. "On the other hand,
so to speak, you just killed several of my colleagues and at least two of
my over seers..."

"They did it to themselves!"

"I should let you drop right here..."

Jeremy stared at him. He looked down at the water below.

"They say people who fall from great heights are dead before they even hit
the ground...or in this case the water...what do you think?"

Jeremy just stared at the man. "I thought you might have been different. A
man of your word."

"Jaws" pulled Jeremy up and over the rail. He shook him. "Don't give me any
more trouble."

"I won't."  They started to walk back toward the limousines.

"Good. I take it you are a man of your word."

"Hardly a man at all compared to you," Jeremy noted.

"Is that an age-ist joke?"

Jeremy shrugged, "Maybe."

"I have some change of clothes you can put on in the car."

"You don't like me the way I'm dressed, huh?"

"I'm not..."

"Questioning? No?"  Jeremy questioned.

"You're rather big. The clothes in the car will probably fit you," the man
said sardonically.

"Yeah, probably our stolen beach stuff, right?"  Jeremy chided.

"You'll get everything back."

"Sure! I bet! Who are you working for?"

"Who? I'm not going to tell you that."

When they reached the other men at the end of the bridge, one man said, "We
have to get out of here, fast."

The sound of police sirens and ambulances sounded. Motorists were pulled
over to the sides of the highway.

As Jeremy was moved past the car that had his and Jesse's artwork on the
fender, he pointed, "Did you know you have a penis and balls sticking out
of your front fender? Are they yours or the driver's?"

"Just get in!"  "Jaws" pushed Jeremy into a limousine and followed him. The
car took off. Soon, all the limousines were gone.


Later, much later, after learning of the stuff Jesse and Jeremy threw out
of Bessie's trunk, the Doctor would say, "You threw what at them where?"

"In fact, sometime later, a relatively small family of rodent like homeless
people did a clean-up of the area and picked up many of the still usable
items. Subsequently, at internet café in B. Daltons Book Store in
Bohemia (yes, they walked there with grocery store wagons), they sold many
of the items on E Bay and Ioffer.com and became rich.  It is believed they
all went into politics, on both sides of the two party system. And yes, in
America although I am now tracking the possibility that one or two of them
emigrated to England where they either went into politics there or married
one of the princes."

These are other stories and shall be told at other times. Probably.  "I
don't want to let any more people inside and have him talk them again,
especially from ...what are you from? US INIT?"

"US UNIT. Top secret stuff. Your son may be able to help us in our
investigations of what happened to him and the others. If we could just
come in..."

"I don't think so, Brigadier and what was your name?"

"Just Doctor will do."

"Doctor who?"

"Mrs. Stengel, if you just get Tyler, we can just talk to him out here,"
the Doctor told the 31 year old woman.

Michelle looked at him and then at the Brigadier. "I don't know. He's been
through a lot. He can't remember anything about ..."

"Mrs. Stengel, we can get a court order for him to talk to us but..."  The
Brig started to say but was stopped when the Doctor reached back and put a
hand on the Brig's chest.

"Like I said, we can talk to him here. It'll take only a few moments and
what he tells us could possibly help the other missing teenagers and
children and homeless people...we know you want them to be found, too."

Michelle looked behind her into the house. "I'll...I'll see if he's up to
it."

The Doctor turned to look at the Brig as soon as the woman left them to
retrieve her son. He shrugged. A moment later and the woman returned with
the good looking, if skinny and tall boy. He was, in fact, taller than the
Doctor, if not the Brigadier. He had large hazel eyes, half ringed
underneath by bags of worry and non-sleep. Light brown hair and smooth
skin. For some reason, the Doctor thought the teen had been a lacrosse
player. Tyler wore a simple purple jersey and blue shorts. He had no shoes
or socks on but the Doctor thought he had never seen feet so good looking,
except on Jesse and Jeremy. Oh, and Greyson, too.


"Hullo, Tyler, I'm the Doctor..." the Doctor out his hand out in a strange
way as if to shake hands in a "teen" kind of way. Tyler just looked at the
hand. He backed away.

The Doctor could feel the Brig's impatience behind him. Or maybe it was the
huffing the taller, older man did from there. "No."

"What? Tyler, look at me. Look at my eyes. You can tell that I mean
you...no harm, can't you?"

Tyler's eyes widened. In fear. In terror. The Brig noticed it. This puzzled
him and he tried not to let that show in his face. Normally, the Doctor had
a much more calming effect on people who had been through an
ordeal. Possibly, Tyler had been through more than one ordeal.

"Steady down, now, young chap," the Doctor said as he widened his eyes. "I
think he's been hypnotized or ..."

Michelle, from behind Tyler, stood very close to her son. "I think that's
quite enough."

"No," the Doctor said, "Please, I might even be able to help him."

"How?"

"Remember what happened to him so he can cope with it."

"I do so think he's not remembering is what's helping him cope," the mother
said.

"Bright woman, aye, Doctor."

"Brigadier, you're not helping."  The Doctor looked at Tyler
again. "Please, Mrs. Stengel. Michelle. Tyler. The other kidnapped
victims. You might be able to help us find them if I can just try to unlock
what's in your memory..."

The Doctor moved closer to the youth. He widened his eyes larger. He took
out a pedant from his jacket and waved it in a swinging motion.  "Focus on
this. On this. Follow it with your mind, not just your
eyes. Focus. Focus. Follow. Feel it. Feel the past. Feel. Focus. Find."

When it came to boys, the Doctor sure had a lot of F words. The Brig tried
to push this notion from his own mind.

"I...I remember. I think."

"Frank."  The woman called back inside the house. "Frank, wake up. It's
Tyler. I think he's starting to remember."  She kept calling
"Frrrrrraaa-nk."

"You. You did it. You opened up my mind."  Tyler didn't sound calmed but
neutral. His panic had not yet fully subsided.

"I know. What do you see there...in the past?"

"You. The Master of time."

The Brig moved closer to the Doctor's back. "That's it, then. We know for
sure. It was the Master."

"Frank!"  The woman left them and ran inside.

"Brigadier. I think this boy's been...I feel as if ...how old does he look
to you?"

"13...14 maybe? I dunno. Why? Is it important?"

"Considerably. He is about...or looks about 14 and five months and his body
shows signs of that. However, I suspect he's a bit older."

"How can you confirm that?"

The Doctor moved in on Tyler and licked the boy's cheek. Tyler flinched and
moved back. This caused the Doctor to move backward, too.

"Steady on? Was that necessary?"  The Brig asked.

"Brigadier. There's a discrepancy. He's 14 and five months in body but he's
lived time wise about 15 years."

"I don't follow. Or understand."

Tyler, as soon as he realized the Doctor licked him, yelled. "MOM! MOM,
where are you?"

Michelle came back to the door, a very tired looking man behind her. Frank,
who rubbed his eyes, asked, "Just where are two from?"

"Military," the Brig showed his pass.

"What do you hope to accomplish?"

"Finding facts that will enable us to find the others that were taken. Like
your son."

"Okay, I guess."  Frank seemed unsure. "Just don't rile him any..."

Tyler turned to his parents. "No! It was him! He did this to me. Don't let
them. Don't let him get me again."

"The Doctor here thinks Tyler's remembered who did this to him."

Tyler turned to them. "I saw him. In my mind. I see him. He's still
there. He's here. He's here. He's going to get me."

The Doctor gripped Tyler's elbows and held him close. "No, Tyler. He's
not."

"That man. The eyes. He did it. No, not him. It was you. It was him. Not a
man at all. Him. You. You have to stop hurting me!"

Frank moved out, past his wife and to the Doctor. He took Tyler away from
the Doctor, bodily. "That's quite enough, now. Look, I'm all for helping
you find those other poor unfortunates but..."

Tyler almost buckled over, facing front. The Doctor caught him as the boy
fell from his father's arms. The Doctor moved his gaze under Tyler's
face. "You shall go back to forgetting. Forgetting it all. You will be all
right."

"You. You did it to me."  Tyler cried. Tears came down his eyes.

"It will be all okay."  The Doctor told him. The parents took the boy
away. As they entered the house, the Doctor reassured them. "He'll be
okay. He won't remember now."

"He'd better. When we come back out here," Frank threatened, "I want your
names again."

"Brigadier, I think it's time for us to go," the Doctor suggested.

"I'll leave my number in the post."  The Brig took out his card.

The Doctor looked at it. "You...you have a card now?"

"Of course. Doesn't everyone?"  The Brig put it in the mailbox. "Let's make
ourselves scarce."  As they returned to and entered into the army truck the
Brig now had, he asked, "What's that time stuff mean, Doctor?"

As the truck started, driven by the Brig, the Doctor explained. "He gained
some time but hadn't aged. It's similar to...to how the TARDIS affects
Jesse and Jeremy when they travel with me. I mean they might have been gone
from Earth since 2004 or 5 and when they return to their own time after
being with me for eleven years traveling in time and space...they've only
aged a few seconds. Their lives are longer but they don't have the
repercussions...does that make sense to you?"

"No."

"Let me put it to you this way. If I took young Tyler there from this year,
2008, traveled in time for three months or even a year, and then returned
to 2008 from the very second he left..."

"He should then be older but in the flick of a second."

"Ahhhh, yes, IF Time Lord technology didn't compensate for that in
lesser...sorry, lesser species who cannot handle time travel and would lose
time in their lives but...this way, our way, the compensation means that
while Tyler lived for a year in the past or the future or during time space
travel, that year would not be lost in his life because his aging was
slowed down."

"If that's the case, then how did you detect it? Licking him?"  The Brig
made a face.

"Exactly. I can tell he's lived extra time out of his own time. He is for
intents and purposes, still his own age, yet he lived extra time in the
past or the future. Someone sent him into time. This means they are doing
time experiments."

"And using Time Lord tech. And by someone who's smarter..."  The Brig
caught the Doctor's expression of shock and amended what he was saying,
"...well, almost as smart as you..."

"The Master..."

"It does seem that way."

"What do you mean, now, Brigadier?"

"For a moment, it sounded as if that boy were blaming you."

"Yes, that moment wasn't lost on me. I can assure you that I had nothing to
do with kidnapping boys and homeless people and sending them into time."

"Yes, I know that but...but what's it for? Why are they doing this? Why is
the Master helping them?"

"Maybe...just maybe he was forced."

"Forced?"

"Yeah, the last time I met him...not to say that this Master or the Master
in his timeline is the same one from after that time...follow?"

"No."

"It could be anywhere along his life. In any case, the last time, he seemed
weary of messing around in time and almost as if he were planning on giving
it all up."

"What? Retirement?"  The Brig laughed from behind the wheel.

"Yes!"  The Doctor snapped. "Just because you like your job so much as to
never retire permanently, Brigadier, doesn't mean others, even someone as
evil in the past as the Master, wouldn't tire of what he were doing after
some 3000 years or so, give or take a year or so."

"Three...three? Three thousand..."

"Yes, well, at times, the Master is older than I am. At other times, not so
much."

"Don't even ask if I follow that!"  The Brig laughed. "Question now is,
what are we going to do about it?"

"I think we have to reexamine that Montauk base. I'm sure there's something
going on there..."

The phone rang before the Brig could react. "Yes. Yes, Sergeant Yeats. I'm
not sure I get what you're telling me but first things first: witnesses,
you say? Well, make sure they won't talk..."

The Doctor took the phone. "Hold on, Sergeant. Counter hold that order."


"Doctor, what are you doing?"

"You're not going to harm any witnesses are you?"

"What? No!"  The Brig snatched the phone back from the Doctor. "Sergeant,
let me just make sure I understand this, sergeant. One of them was
kidnapped from the mizzen top castle of an old pirate ship by a...a Russian
on a flying jet back pack and the other was pulled off the bridge by Jaws
from the James Bond movies. Okay, understand now. Just wanted to make sure
of my facts. Any way of tracing them? Yes, that's where I suspected. No,
don't move in yet. Wait until my orders, and Sergeant, good work.  "

"What's happened? Another murder?"

"No, something far worse, I would imagine. Your two friends."

"Jesse and Jeremy."

"Witnesses saw them ...well, one of them was taken by a man on a flying
belt and the other was snatched by man who resembled Jaws from the James
Bond movies."


In a dark room with only one spotlight, something interrogates Jesse, who's
on his knees, naked and beaten...he looks up bruised and bloody...and
laughed...or was his captor laughing. He wasn't sure. He hoped Jeremy got
away. He thought about his life. It was a good one. He was thinking,
however, this might be IT. He thought about his mother and a conversation
they had a while ago.

"Please come home. For good. In years time, when I see you, it'll look like
you but it won't be. You'll have over 1000 years of travel in time and
space and God knows where else. You won't be Jeremy anymore..."

"Oh, mom."

"That's how I want it," Jesse tells his mom.

"But who is he?"

He recalled Jeremy telling him that he and his mom had pretty much the same
conversation. "No regrets," Jesse told himself. "Jeremy. Good-bye,
Jeremy. I'll see you again...another world...maybe. Jeremy," Jesse wanted
to cry but wouldn't.

"Jeremy, that's your name."  A man questioned Jeremy. They were in a small
gray room.  He was naked, too and tied by his chest to a chair. There were
also ropes around his ankles which held them to the legs of the wooden
chair. His hands were tied behind his back.


A large, shirtless bald man in light colored gray work pants had Jeremy
tied up. The larger man now stood by the door, arms folded over chest.  The
walls had slight indents to their design. There was a small shelf on the
side of the wall near the door.  Jeremy was tied with ropes around his
chest and his hands behind his back.

Another, smaller man had arrived and that was the one announcing his
name. This second man had thick rimmed glasses on. He was in his early 30s
Jeremy guessed as the man entered, in black suit, of course and with a
severe crew cut and slight beard. He was shorter than the other man and
slighter. Almost skinny.

"You must be the man in charge. I mean you're much smarter than Oddjob over
there, aren't you?"

The larger man unfolded his arms and put a fist into his other hand. He
made a face as if he didn't like being called names.


Jeremy looked at the lead man. "You know my name, how nice and smart of
you."

"We're not as stupid as you might think."

"Oh no?"

"No. We know what we're doing. We've had help."

"Mmm. Alien help, I'm sure. You humans are too stupid to do all this on
your own. Although actually..."

"Humans? Aren't you?"

Jeremy just stared at him.

The man circled the chair a few times. Then, he stopped and leaned his face
down to Jeremy.  "Here's what's going to happen. You will tell me
everything and tell me everything right now. If not, Oddjob over there..."

The shirtless goon bristled at this.

"...is going to cut it out of you. If we get nothing, at least we'll know
what you're made of, if, by your own admission, you are not quite human any
more. I'm sure Gan there will find some DNA. He's good at extracting
it. That will be useful to our allies."

"Allies? Oh, not the Daleks, again?"

"Daleks?"

"You've heard of them, have you?"

"I...I am the one..."

"...asking the questions, are you?"  Jeremy smiled. "How very cliché of
you."

After he stopped circling a few more times, the interrogator looked down at
him. "Maybe if I'll tell you a bit. We, as you may have guessed, the
government...we think..." he examined Jeremy's reaction to that.

Jeremy tried not to show any expression. He'd known, of course, that
governments do illegal things. Things that they don't always own up to in a
timely fashion, if ever. But to hear that your own government...if this man
were telling the truth and was not part of some splinter group or pseudo
government, was shocking. His eyes widened just a bit and he knew the man
noticed. He was trained to notice reactions, even small ones. "Hey, if I
could touch myself, I'd show you the reaction I got for you."

The man ignored him. "We believe the problem is with our artron and chronon
energy."

"What's that?"  Jeremy bluffed.

"You know full well what that is. You have it all over you. I believe it
keeps you young, younger than you are. If we could harness that energy more
precisely..."

"And you want my help?"

"You and your lov...friend," the man thought better of calling Jesse,
Jeremy's lover. He didn't want antagonize Jeremy if the blond was now
willing to help.

Jeremy gulped and the man noticed that, too.


"I won't threaten your friend, Jesse, for now. He can be of use to us."

"He won't talk either."

"Oh, he won't have to. We still have experiments we need to run on the time
travel device, the transmigration of matter, and ...other things. I mean
you caused it, if you won't talk to us or help us with your artron and
chronon energies...maybe he will if we rip it out of him using our time
machine. Not of our own volition or desire. You see, if you and he
cooperated..."

"To kill more people."  This made Jeremy drop his flip tone. "You're a
monster. You know I've seen a lot of monsters in my time but you...you're
human, at least I think, unless you're..."

The man having turned to go, turned back. "Yes?"

"Dorothy Gale?"

"From the Wizard of Oz?"

"Yeah. I heard the experiences in Oz changed her. But...nah, not even those
experiences would result in something like you."

"Odd...Ganjie, you know what to do. If he's not in a talking mood, you can
have your way with him."  As the man left, he stopped, turned to Jeremy and
said, without a smile, "We won't be seeing each other again. Pity as I
would have liked..."

The man left.

"Didn't finish his sentence, did he? I don't think I would have liked it."
Jeremy tried to show no fear...as the large man moved at him, a wry smile
on the larger man's face.


The man straddled Jeremy and wrapped thick strong legs around his tight,
muscular torso. Jeremy leaned back into the wooden chair and watched the
man, who drew up a knife to his face. Jeremy tried to force his rising
penis down. The man said, "You have a rising interest don't you? We can do
this the hard way...as I see you ..."

"I was just thinking of my friend, Jesse. You see, that happens whenever I
think of him. You, you're gross," he lied. The man was not
unattractive. Just evil. Jeremy could tell the man got his kicks, his rocks
off by doing this.

"...like I said...the hard way or the ..." The man stood up. "No, maybe the
hard way..."

Jeremy's dick was sticking straight up. The man was about to beat him with
his fists. He put the knife on the shelf. Jeremy eyed the knife. "I can
take beatings. If traveling with the Doctor, one doesn't get beaten up here
and there and everywhere, and can't take it, one doesn't last long."

"Doctor. So you are willing to talk some more?"

"You all seem to know all of that anyway."


 "I'd prefer the knife. I can last a lot longer with the fists. You? You
seem to like the knife."

Gan took the knife back. "Kid, you have no idea. I can make you last with
this stuck in you in so many places...Like I said, the hard way or..."

As Gan sat down on Jeremy's front again, pre cum leaking down Gan's front
from Jeremy's prone penis, Jeremy leaned forward quickly and head butted
Gan in the forehead. Gan fell off him, slightly, his upper body dangling
over but his legs stayed somewhat attached to Jeremy's torso. "Gee, I
wonder what the other way was."  Jeremy said through grit teeth.

As Gan dropped the knife, Jeremy managed to catch it in his teeth! He
leaned back over his shoulder and let it drop to his hand and cut his hands
loose. "If you leave me now, Oddjob, you'll miss the biggest part of me. Wo
who."

He cut his hands free and tried to stand up to let Gan drop off him. A man
entered with a sandwich, presumably for Gan and not for him.

"Time for a break, Gan..."

Jeremy and the man stared at each other as Gan fell more solidly to the
floor, legs off the chair and off Jeremy's thighs. Pre-cum still attached
the two of them. Jeremy's dick dangled. The new man dropped the tray and
reached for a gun at his shoulder holster. Jeremy backed his back up into
the wall and smashed the chair off his back. "OWWW! That hurt!"

As he did this, passing an awakening Gan ("You are hard...headed!"), the
new man had the gun out but Jeremy's impact sent him flying forward. The
wooden chair was in pieces under Jeremy now but Jeremy had kicked off the
wall, grabbed a piece of falling wood and lashed out at the man's gun. The
gun fell, going off. Jeremy smacked the wood into the man's face and
knocked him down and out.

Gan stood up and punched Jeremy in the jaw and sent the boy back toward the
shelving. Jeremy's back hit the metal and he said, "OWWW!"  Again. Gan came
at him and lifted him up and sat him on the shelf.

Jeremy launched himself off it immediately and double punched Gan's face
and also sent a knee up at Gan's crotch. "Not much there, is there?"
Jeremy joked. He found the knife on the floor by the wall and as Gan
reached up to punch Jeremy's side and Gan connected, making Jeremy double
over, Jeremy brought the hilt of the knife up into Gan's jaw and as he bent
over, Jeremy also rammed his head into Gan's belly. "Hard abs
though. Something on you might as well be hard."  He felled Gan again.

Jeremy kicked him to make sure Gan was out this time. Good thing, too, as
Gan stirred some more. Jeremy shook his head and set about recovering the
ropes that had tied him to the chair. He started to tie up Gan and the man
who had brought lunch. But first, he picked up the sandwich and started to
eat it. "Ham and cheese, Gan, old man, that stuff'll do you in, in the long
run."  He looked at the lunch guard and thought that his clothes, a blue
uniform, would do. He took only the pants, socks, and shoes.

He looked at the gun and found it empty of shells. He put the gun on Gan's
lap. He patted it before dressing. "You seem as if you'll like it there."

Jesse was given a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. He looked down at
them as two men in black sweat shirts and black pants held him by the arms
and practically dragged him out of the room. He shook his head. "Look,
guys, I can withstand interrogation. I've been by the best of em' but
honestly..."  He looked up as the same man that interrogated Jeremy
approached them in a wide open hallway of gray. "...dying in 1970s gym
shorts...with an elastic band...that...that's just diabolical."

"I see you're as stubborn as your friend we caught, are you?"

"Jeremy?"  Jesse asked.

"Right about now, he'll be being carved up for his DNA."

"I've always said he needs to be more giving of his DNA. Of course, I have
no problem extracting it."


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"I bet you haven't."  The man nodded and the two security men moved Jesse
along the corridor which opened up into a wider room. Jesse looked up at a
contraption on the ceiling. "What's that?"

The contraption had a huge chessboard on the ceiling, each square a kind of
trap door that opened up. Each trap door was attached to a larger octagonal
shape that spun around at times. When the spinning stopped, the trap doors
opened. Sometimes one or two of them opened, sometimes three or four. The
doors, when opened, were positioned over large cushions that were on
metallic bed shapes. The bed shapes were raised and lowered. A voice called
down. "Test successful, sir. It's in fine working order."

"That thing for me?"  Jesse nodded.

"No. Nothing like that. It tests whether or not someone can survive a
fall. You see not having perfected our time mechanism yet...we find that
anyone or anything traveling using it falls out of the vortex and can
emerge at great heights. Our job is to determine at what height can someone
falling out of it survive."

"Why the trap doors though and the turning?"

"The vict...the traveler needs to be unaware of the drop or the height or
even if they will be dropped. Our machine sometimes just whisks them away
and pops them in."

As the man talked, Jesse made fun of him by making gestures with his hands
when he said the word "whisk" and the word "pop."  The security men were
nervous with this but the leader nodded to them not to harass Jesse.

"You don't seem very worried about your friend."

Jesse shrugged. "We've been through a lot. Can handle a lot."

The four of them came to a huge wall that spanned some 70 feet high. There
were two doors that slid open. The man nodded and the two guards pushed
Jesse through. Inside, he saw a huge complex. "A...a time tunnel..."

And so it
was. http://www.projectrho.com/public_html/rocket/images/timetravel/timetravel56.jpg

"Well, NOW I'm impressed."

"I'm glad," the man moved into the room. There were lab coated technicians
working on banks of large computer walls on both sides of the elevated
room. They were white lab coats and were of all races. Some were female,
some were male, and some seemed to be both. Jesse stared at them and then
looked at the three major consoles that were in front of the vast
tunnel. It was comprised of circles within circles. And it seemed to
stretch into infinity.

In front of the tunnel and between the console, which also housed techs but
these techs were sitting in uncomfortable metallic chairs, was another
chair.

Jesse looked at everyone. None of them blinked that he was nearly naked. He
moved along, freer now. He examined the console up close. A small square
like device was plugged into one of them near a woman, who had a short bob
haircut, in a chair. Jesse palmed the device, unplugging it, and eased it
into his gym shorts' elastic band. He looked at the brunette woman in a
metallic chair. "Not very comfortable chair, is it?"

"Yours..." the man snapped his fingers. The two men grabbed Jesse by the
shoulders and forced him into the chair. One took out ropes and tied him to
it, arms down but enough to bend. "...will be slightly more uncomfortable."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Someone with your particular type of artron and chronon energy...about
which questions you've not answered...might have a more, shall we say,
effective mix with our process of time travel. Teleportation has been
effected..."

"Yeah. We saw the seagull, the poor dead thing on the beach, and the chap
...oh, wait, the apple with wings."  Jesse snarled, unable to keep the
disgust out of his voice any longer.

"That reminds me."  The man withdrew an apple from his pocket. He held it
out to Jesse.

"Is that apple loaded?"  Jesse asked.

The man nodded for the two guards to leave the area. He forced the apple
into Jesse's hand. "I beg of you to hold it. It gives our beams more
focus. It'll be easier for you if you keep holding onto it as the journey
starts."

"Journey?"

"Well, if it is a journey."

 "What do you mean?"

"There is a chance that the process will be made better by your
energy. However..."

"Oh, there's always a however with you evil folk..."

"The way I see it, we are not evil...not the evil ones..."

"No, my pal, he's called the Evil One in some sectors of space..."  Jesse
whispered in a joke.

"I have no doubt..."  The man smiled and then dropped it. "It's you who are
not wanting to share time's secrets with us..."

Jesse drew serious. "We can't."

"Shame. See, the process might also be incompatible with your brand of
energy."

"And...that's a bad thing?"

"It might be. It might rip you to shreds. This experiment will show us if
you can survive the process and maybe the tunnel can code your
energies...if not...if it does, we shall try to bring you back."

"Great. Another time trip without the T..."

"Without the...?"

"Banana."  Jesse bluffed. "I do so love bananas more than apples."

"I do believe you."

"Bananas are good."

The man raised an eyebrow. "Good luck."

Jesse raised his eyebrows.

"Yes. I want it to work as much as you do. I don't want to see you die. I
want this process perfected."

"Hey, Eve, thanks for apple."  Jesse nodded and waved the apple at him.

The man smiled. The woman Jesse was near before, called out, "Activate the
tunnel!"  This startled him into reality again and the man too. For a
moment, Jesse's eyes showed some fear. The man smiled at him, looking him
in the eyes.

The man stood back, behind the trio of consoles. "Start acceleration
power."  As the men and women began to work at all the various controls on
the consoles and the wall computers, the hum of the tunnel rose. A man did
a countdown from 16 to zero.


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(JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH 1960 music, TIME TUNNEL stock)

Jesse closed his eyes and flung his head back as large sparks flew across
the gap in the tunnel. Huge white clouds of smoke billowed up and
outward. What seemed to be bursts of power exploded in the tunnel, at
first, further back and then closer and closer.

The man yelled at a younger man who sat in a chair on the right
console. "Focus."

"I'm trying, Colonel M..."

"Don't use my name in front of the boy!"

Jesse yelled, "Don't worry on my account. I won't tell anyone!"

"What's wrong?"  The man asked the younger.

"I don't know. I can't seem to focus on the exact time."

The woman looked at her console. "The stabilizer is missing!"

"What?"

"He must have it!"

Jesse was being lit up by all kind of colors from the tunnel. Suddenly, the
back doors of the tunnel complex opened. Wearing only the blue uniform
pants, the white socks, and black shoes, Jeremy pushed a guard in and
smacked him into the guard in the room. He had a small gun pointed out
toward the others.

The two black suited security guards ran at him and started to draw their
guns. Behind them were four more.

"Kill him!"  The leader yelled. But as three more guards drew their guns,
he added, "Not that way! The radiation bath's started and the magnetic
pulse will ...you remember what happened last time!? The guns will backfire
on you!"

With that Jeremy tossed the gun and hit one of the six on the head and
felled him.

Jeremy threw himself into the air and his feet landed on a second one's
chest and his fists hit the other one's face. He felled both of them in one
move. Three men down, three to go.

Jesse yelled, "Radiation bath!?"

The leader snapped. "Anyone where you are is shielded from it. You're
perfectly safe!"

Jesse answered, "Your definition of safe leaves a lot to be desired,
Colonel M."

As if in a rebuke, the man looked insultingly and menacingly at the young
man at the console. The young one said, "Without that stabilization device,
he could end up anywhere."

"Then so be it! Ann, hit the button."

"You just used my name!"

The man moved her out of the way, sliding her chair away from the console,
pushing her arms. He started to hit buttons. As he did this, Jeremy faced
the three guards, who drew out knives. "Oh, you're big pointy
sticks. Making up for something you're missing..." he looked at their
crotches, and added, "...somewhere else?"  As he said this, he flung
himself into the center of the trio and took a karate stance. Then, he
dropped his arms and moved backward quickly as one swung a knife at his
chest. "Oh, wait, that's not fair!"

"Fair?" The one who swung asked. "What rules?"  As he said this, Jeremy
noticed the hum of the tunnel rose to a crescendo.

Jeremy put his hands out. "We should get the rules straightened out."

The biggest guard lowered his knife. "Rules? In a knife fight!?"

The one to his left said, "No rules!"  As he swung his knife, Jeremy had
walked up to him and kicked him between the legs.

As that one dropped his knife, the other two moved at Jeremy. Jeremy
yelled, "Jesse!"

"Yeah!"

"Since there're no rules, get the fight started. One, two, three GO!"

Jesse laughed. "One, two, three go!"  He said this really fast.

Jeremy double fist punched the closest one and he fell. The other one
looked at his friends on the floor. He was alone now. "Jes, okay?"

"No! I'm starting to vanish!"  Jesse looked down at his own bare chest and
tight belly. Then, to his rising crotch. "Jer, you fighting always gets me
hard." He saw through his own body to the chair under and behind it.

As the man recovered and thrust his arm out at Jeremy, Jeremy turned the
man's wrist and kicked the man's hip, dropping him onto his back. Six more
guards ran at him with knives. "Shit!"

"NOT NOW!" Jesse yelled. "They allowed me that back in the dark room."

Jeremy bent his arms and as the smaller guard came at him, an Asian, he
covered the man's arm---the one with the knife being thrust at him, with
one hand and pulled it in at himself while using his other arm to chop at
the man...who blocked it with his other arm. Jeremy used his other
arm---the one holding the knife arm of the enemy---to punch the man's
face...and used the man's own knife holding hand to do so. He then over
punched the man's blocking arm and smacked him in the face. The man
yelled. This was not over yet. Jeremy twisted the man's arm, kicked him in
the chest. This effectively flung him away from himself.

A third, this one Hispanic, swung a knife wide at him. He let the knife go
past him, took his own arm and covered the man's swung arm and kept it at
bay. The man recovered his right arm and thrust the knife at Jeremy's face
again. Jeremy wrapped the man's arm in both his own, twisted the arm and
flung the man onto his back. He snapped the man's wrist, trying to get the
knife.

Another man came at him so he rolled onto his own back and back flipped
away from this smaller man, who was wearing green and looked Mid-Eastern
Indian.

The man in green came at him so he already hopped up into a squat but then
rose up higher as the man thrust. Jeremy angled his body sideways to the
man's thrust and with his left fist punched the man's face, which was very
close to his own as momentum carried the man in green at him. He ripped the
knife from the man's hand and turned the man at the five others.

Of the five there was another Asian hanging back, a white man with a goatee
("Dude, goatee's are so seventies Master like, get a shave! Use your knife
to do it or I will!"), a younger preppie looking one who was white behind
him, an African American was closet to Jeremy, and behind him a man who
looked mulatto, lighter skinned than the black man in front. Jeremy tossed
the green guy at them as the goatee moved in first instead of the black
man. Jeremy used the hilt of the knife to hit the goatee man under his
goatee, effectively hitting him in the throat, felling him and at the same
time using his other arm to block the man's knife thrust.

The black man took a swing at him before the green clothed man fell and
before the goatee man fell away. He nicked Jeremy's bicep but the black man
kept coming. Jeremy wound the black man's arm up and broke it as he swung
the man around and down. The preppie came at him at the same time as the
Hispanic so Jeremy turned his back to the preppie while elbowing the man in
the face and at the same time, turning to face the Hispanic. He also
grabbed the arm of the preppie while spinning. The Hispanic kicked Jeremy
in the chest and drove him back into the preppie. Jeremy turned and kicked
the preppie down and smacked the hilt of the knife into his jaw, dropping
it.

The Hispanic attacked him from behind so he side turned and used his right
leg to kick the man in the chest and felled him onto his back. He turned
quickly to kick the Asian in the chest but another Asian came at him and
knelt on one knee to try a stomach jab. Jeremy swept kicked his legs out
from under him, turned in midair and punched the man in the face. He, too,
fell.

The Hispanic came at him again so Jeremy avoided all his sweeps of the
knife and blocked his attempts. He then grabbed his knife arm and spun the
man under his arms and in front of his chest and used his twisted upper arm
to drop the man. Jeremy thrust his own knife, taken quickly, hilt down into
the man's chest. "It would be so easy to just kill you all."

The two Asians ignored him and came at him again. He hugged one with one
arm and flung him away. While avoiding the other one's swipes. He then
punched one in the face and kick dropped the other one. He ran to Jesse and
untied him. Jesse asked, "What kept you?"

"Some guys thrusting at me," Jeremy quipped. As he pulled Jesse up and to
him, their fronts touched, skin to skin and Jeremy couldn't resist and drew
him into himself even more. The two of them had the same idea and kissed
deeply. Behind them, the tunnel was alive with a rainbow of
colors. Fitting. The roar of the tunnel rose even higher and anyone
speaking had to shout to be heard.

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"We can now, sir!"  The woman looked up at the leader.

"Good. Men..." the man looked around and found no more guards on their
feet. He hit an alarm.

Jesse looked around, "Now what do we do? Where can we go?"

"Out..." Jeremy saw ten more men come into the room and this time they were
armed with machine guns. "Quick, into the tunnel!"

"But we can't. It's unstable!"

Jeremy nodded to him and held out his hand. "Come on, Jesse! We must, we
must."

"We'll get torn apart!!"

Jeremy looked at the men who took aim. "What are you waiting for?"  The
leader yelled, "Shoot them both! KILL THEM!"

"The mist. The smoke. It's hard..."

"Hard yes."  Jesse looked at his own rising dick, which started to poke out
the elastic band.  He looked at Jeremy, who was sweating, "We'll get ripped
to shreds in there!"



"We've got no alternative. Come on. Come on."  Jeremy held his hand
out. Jesse smiled and took it.

Jeremy lead as the two of them ran into the misty tunnel! From the console
point of view, explosions covered their escape...or destroyed them!

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