Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2006 12:08:37 EDT
From: J
Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, AND JEREMY 44

The pull was amazing. Wind  seemed to rip at their hair, a giant vacuum
cleaner-like pull sucking them  toward it...out toward the open time and space area
called the vortex. It seemed  like a tornado of titanic proportions was inside
the TARDIS's huge control  room...
"Hang on for your life,  Jeremy!"  The Doctor yelled!
Wind threatened to suck his  breath away, ram down his throat and prevent
further talk.
The TARDIS doors were wide  open. The vortex outside was white, red, black
and green. Jesse was on the side  of the console nearest the inner doors. "Does
this have anything to do with what  just happened to us?"  He yelled to  be
heard. The sounds of the hurricane like vortex roared over them. He had to
repeat himself, "Does this have anything to do with what happened to us just  then
on that last adventure???"
"Maybe! I don't know!"  The Doctor yelled, holding onto the  console and
turning controls, "Just hold on!"
Jeremy was holding onto the  right sided door but both doors were wide open.
His feet were dangling out the  door, his clothes were slowly being ripped off
him, torn outside by the pull.  Jeremy looked as his feet had been slipped
from the inner console room, so that  his body was thrown from one way to the
other, now feet first outside the doors.  He managed to hold onto the door with
both hands, the roundels helping support  his grip...but not for long.  "
Doctor!!!!"
"Doctor, do  something!"  Jesse yelled, "He'll be  sucked..."
"Don't even start with  jokes!"
"I didn't!"  Jesse looked as Jeremy's left  hand was slipping off the
roundel he  held on the door. "Jeremy!"  He let  go of the console and began to
run at Jeremy.
The Doctor let go too but  only to run bodily into Jesse, grab him with both
hands around both arms, and  thrust him back toward that inner door toward the
inner TARDIS. "What are you  doing!!???!!! Get back!!!"
Jesse struggled in the  Doctor's grip but the time winds coming in were
making him weak. "Let me  go!"
"Get back into the  TARDIS!"   The Doctor thrust  Jesse toward the door
leading into the TARDIS  depths.
Hair being blown about,  Jesse struggled and managed to get both arms free,
smack the Doctor in the face  with both backhands and race, once again, toward
Jeremy. "Jeremy!!!!"
The Doctor ignored the  smacks, reached his hand out, grabbed Jesse's arm,
faster than the boy could  move. He pulled Jesse back to him. Jesse's face was a
mere half inch from his.  Jesse's breath hit the Doctor's. The Doctor's
breath hit Jesse's lips. Jesse  started to open his mouth.  The  Doctor didn't
wait, he backed up his fist and punched the boy full in the face,  just to the
right side, encompassing the cheek, higher cheek bone, under the  right eye.
Jesse passed out immediately. The Doctor grabbed the boy's sides and  thrust him
again toward the inner exit door toward the inner TARDIS. He heaved  the boy
bodily in there, slammed the door shut to keep him safe and turned  toward the
console itself...again.
He threw himself  at it and moved around it as fast as he  could. Jeremy's
left hand dangled  uselessly. His other hand let go and he was dragged along
the door. The Doctor  yelled, "Jeremy!!!"
Jeremy clawed at the door  and managed to hold on. He looked the Doctor in
the eye.  "Doctor!!!"
"Jeremy! I don't know what  it is! But it is not the usual vortex! Others
have gone out that way, myself  included when I had to get to Professor Chronotis
's TARDIS...Salamander was sucked  out!!! It wasn't like this...you won't die!
This is something else entirely!!!!"
"DOCTOR! I don't have time  for a history lesson!"  His clothes,  by this
time, were completely ripped down his body, off his body, and out into  the
vortex storm behind his bare feet. "I'm going. Might just die! Doctor, I  love
you and Jesse!"
"Don't give up!"  The Doctor moved around the console  hitting buttons but
it was clear to them both that nothing he did made any  difference. "The doors
were stuck, the time coordinates wrong, something was  done to it!"
"Doctor!"  Jeremy's face looked calm now. His face  relaxed totally. "Doctor
...don't forget me."
"Never. Cause you're not  going anywhere!"
"Doctor. Believe."   And with that, the face moved  backward. Far, far, far,
from the Doctor. The Doctor wondered why the face moved  that far. The face
of an angel. The bright blond hair, not phased by the  cascading lights of the
time and space vortex, that funneled around outside,  churning, turning,
turbulence, storming. Then he knew. The body of the boy he  loved was moving
outside the doors. Jeremy either let go or was thrust off the  door, or his hands
just could not hold on any more. The now totally naked boy  was torpedoed out
the TARDIS doors, passing the inner dimensional airway and out  the TARDIS
completely. "Believe."
Jesse punched open the  doors. "Get in there!"
K9 flew in, he was round,  he was white, and he was updated. He had the same
head of the dog we all knew  and he was red eyed. His nose laser was out and
his eyebrows looked down in a  serious confrontational mode. The laser hit one
door. The laser hit the other  door. Both shut. Jesse, having barged in, was
thrown over the console and toward  the doors, too. The Doctor reached for him,
his arms up in the air,  "NOOOO!"
Jesse did a full flip, feet  up near the ceiling, feet down by the doors,
which by the time he landed, were  closed shut thanks to K9's lasers. "Thanks,
K9."   The winds had stopped. The roaring  sounds lowered to a nothingness. The
silence was almost deafening.
The Doctor ran over to him,  "Jesse, are you..."
"Pissed? Yeah!"  Jesse punched the Doctor full in the  face with a double
fist, both hands clenched tight. The Doctor fell onto the  floor with a major
thud. Jesse stood over him and pointed, "Don't ever punch me  again!"
"Saved you,"  K9 said.
Jesse pointed up at the  hovering Robot Dog, "You weren't there."
"What you told me."  K9 put his head  down.
The Doctor rubbed his face.  He shook his head to clear his thoughts.  "Damn."
   He jumped up  and turned his back to Jesse, working on the console.  "Damn.
"
"Don't fucking ignore  me!"
"I'm not, Jesse. And I'm  sorry. I'm trying to find the fault..faults. I'm
trying to track  Jeremy."
"Then he's still alive?  There's still hope?"
"There's always hope!"  The Doctor worked  furiously.
Jesse looked over his  shoulder, "One day, you have to teach me, us, Jeremy
and I, how to work this  crate!"
"Done!"  The Doctor said, "Right after we find  him!"
"We will,"  Jesse added, "We  will."
"We will!"  The Doctor paused with one arm only to  put it around Jesse and
bring the boy from behind him to the console to hold him  side by side. "We
will!"
Blackness. Whiteness. Both  black and white. Fading rain. Acid rain. Snow.
White snow. Black clouds. Black  snow. Yellow snow.
"Please help me."
"Who are  you?"
Jeremy woke up. He looked  around. There was nothing. Blackness. He was
naked. He hugged himself. He  blinked. Then a world appeared under him. His feet
touched the ground. He saw  cobblestones. He walked and walked and walked. And
got no where. "Where are you?  Are you still in need of help?"
"I need  help."
"I do  too."
"Two of you?"  Jeremy looked around and realized he was  on a cobble stone
bridge. In the middle of a black nothingness. Then he blinked  again and the
bridge seemed to appear in a world or perhaps the world appeared  around the
bridge. "What the fuck?"
"Fuck? Is that a  word?"

"I don't want to meet  him."
"I want to leave  here."
Jeremy smiled, "Me, too,  kid."   At least to him,  whatever or whoever this
was, sounded like a  kid."
"You can see our world  now."
Jeremy looked. The world  was strange. There were shadowy figures. "Like a
Salvador Dali painting, dude,  like a Dali painting."   The  trees had clocks
that dripped. The clocks had trees instead of hands. Leaves  grew from the
trees. There was cartoon like buildings with drawn on windows. "It  looks like
Gotham  City in Batman...Batman  Colorforms."   The sky came  into focus and it was
red, black, blue, purple, and yellow. He walked and found  that the air
around him became rippling. It was like water. Fish flew by him,  some fast, some
slow. A giant shark passed by. An octopus flew by.    "Guys, I need help, if
anyone does. I don't know where I am."
"I don't want to know where  he is. I'm afraid."
"They want  me."
"I want you, too,"   Jeremy smiled, "Can you lead me to  you? Either of you?"

"I  can."
"Who are  you?"
"Can't you use  your eyes? I'm a  turtle."
"But you're polka dotted  and with different colored polkas,"  Jeremy leaned
down, bent his knees to see the turtle. On purple grass to  the side of the
bridge ending.
"Follow that yellow brick  road. Come to the moat. Castle. One of the voices
you hear will be in  that."
"Thanks. Do you have a  name?"
"Gamera."
"Thanks, uh  Gamera."
"Watch out for their  disciples."
"Disciples? Religion  types?"
"More like  constituents."
"They vote for the  voices?"
"More like  subjects."
"They're kings?"  Jeremy said, raising his eyebrows in an  almost delight.
"Princes. They are  princes."
"Oh."  Jeremy  said.
"Now go, before they find  you."
"Thanks,"  Jeremy said. With that Gamera flew up,  spiraling, turning, his
shell turning fully around, his head and arms going back  into his shell. Fire
shot out the holes he had, a little burst at first, then  more. "You really
are Gamera."  Jeremy laughed more than said.
"Yes and thanks to you,  meeting you...I, for the first time, can fly. You've
given me the fire that I  need."
"Good."  Jeremy said and crossed the bridge,  "Yellow brick road. Is this Oz?
"
"Prison."  The chant was said over and over and  over. Jeremy looked and saw
a crowd of  hundreds of people. Shuffling more than walking. They repeated
this over  and over. "Prison."  They wore  white. He moved away from them and
as he moved off the road, he bumped into  another race of people. They were
black, white, all nationalities it  seemed.  They wore all different  colors and
they inhabited an area off the yellow brick road. There were black  leaves on
white trees.
These people chanted,  "Prejudice" over and over and over.  Jeremy turned to
face them and saw them reaching their hands out to him.  Not menacing, almost
as a sign of helplessness. That they wanted his help. They  repeated "
Prejudice" over and over. He swallowed. He backed away from them and  found himself
sideways from the road.  "Now I'm further from it than ever before."   He
looked up and saw giant white  birds with black beaks and black eyes. They glided
past the giant fish and huge  space whales that sort of dangled there. Then
they were gone. He ran.
Another group of people.  Drained. Old, Young, Muscled, Fat...and these did
scare him more. "Sex without  love,"  they chanted over and over  and over.
These surrounded him on all sides and they seemed to outnumber the  others by
several hundred. Their hands seemed more like they were clawed and  their hands
reached up over him, more menacing.
Jeremy backed into one.  "Leave me alone!"   He yelled and shut his eyes.
Then he  opened them and looked down. He found, to his embarrassment, that he
was hard  and his penis was growing ever more so. His nakedness didn't help his
embarrassment to diminish. He also found he could just duck between bodies of
 these people. They were also naked and he rubbed against all sorts of bodies
to  escape them.  Wrinkled ones. Muscled  ones. Tight ones. Soft ones. Smooth
ones. Hairy ones. He screamed. They took no  notice.
Another group. Of one.  "Isolation,"  the old man said,  "Isolation."  What
was strange about  this old man was that he had his hair parted in the middle
and one side of his  hair was totally white, the other totally black. Jeremy
regarded him with  examination.
He ran down the yellow  brick road, having found it again and moved away from
all the chanting crowds.  In the distance he spotted a giant all white
castle. He passed a Tin Man on the  road, and thought it might be what Jesse and the
Doctor called a Cyberman. It  was stiff and still and looked like it needed
oil. It scared him some more and  he found that he was still stiff around the
dick. He uncurled his foreskin.  White trees lined up in rows to greet him and
they were on either side of the  yellow brick road. He passed two scarecrow
patches which were also on either  side. They had  living eyes. Black  eyes,
white around the black centers. Their eyes followed him. One spoke. "Can  we have
your heart? We, so, need a human heart."
"No,"  Jeremy said, "And that's final. And...I'm  so sorry."
Jeremy moved on. He saw a  huge lion figure. It seemed nude too. It had no
genitals, he noticed, not  without some sympathy. It looked regal and yet
frightened. "Are...are you going  inside?"
"Yes, if I can  pass."
"You can pass. I won't hurt  you. Do you know Romana?"
"No but I've heard her  name. She used to be a friend of the Doctor."  Which
might spell trouble if she was no  longer.
"I'm looking for her. She  freed my people in the future."
"Oh, oh. Yes, I'm sure.  Well, I wish I could help you but I must see the
princes."
"Be careful of the king and  queen. They suck, you know."
"Yeah,"  Jeremy said, and not sure how he said  it. He really didn't know
but he just figured. Most kings and queens do suck.  "Good luck with finding
Romana."
"She's my courage. I think  she off saving some fool boy."
"Boys are good."  Jeremy said.
"Yes,"  the lion Tharill said, "So are  girls."
"So I've heard,"  Jeremy smiled and moved to the strange  rectangular
structure ahead. "What's this now?"
"I'm a draw bridge."  A rather fem voice told him.
"But you're supposed to be  on the castle side."
"I'm supposed to  what?"  It sounded British. Like  most of the beings here.

"Yeah you're supposed to  cover the moat so that no one can get across it.
But the king and queen and  presumable the princes can make you come down and
they can cross to come to this  side. This way no one from this side can go
there."
"I'm...I'm supposed to be  over there?"
"Yes."
"Oh  damn!"
"Well, no matter. I need  you. The princes or at least one of them, need you.
Can you...you  know?"
"Oh glad to be of service.  On the other side?"  The draw bridge  had a face
on it. A not uncold face. It had moustache and looked white in the  eyes and
hair. The thing came down. "Step easy. I've had a hard  night."
Jeremy smiled. He walked on  it.
The bridge smiled back,  "Dainty boy feet. How nice."

"Yeah,"  Jeremy said and walked all the way  across.
TARDIS ploughed through  some veil in time and space. Inside, the rooms
shook. Then it all stopped. The  scanner shutters opened, seemingly of their own
accord.
"Doctor, where are  we?"  Jesse said,  "...now?"
"I...further than we've ever  gone before. The TARDIS had...we're further back
in time than the TARDIS has ever  gone before."
"Do you have a date?"
"Yes, you. Later, we'll  have some tea and biscuits, dinner first."  The
Doctor looked over the console.
"Doc, in case you haven't  noticed, I'm not exactly in the mood for jokes or
fun and games,"  Jesse rubbed his cheek. "Jeremy's been  sucked...and not in
a good way...right out of the TARDIS. You don't know if he's  alive or dead..."
"HE'S ALIVE!"  The Doctor yelled and turned to look at  him.
"So you say,"  Jesse added, "But then you tell me  others like this double
of yours, Salamander, fitting name for YOU  I might add, slimy toad like  lizard
..."
"I know you're not happy  with me right now..."
"Oh that's the  understatement of the century..any century!"
"We are in the year..."  he looked back at the reading. "Oh yeah.  Further. It
's like 256.. I think my grandparents use to live at that  address..."

"On Earth? Never  mind,"  Jesse shut his eyes, "Just  tell me, 2 hundred and
fifty six...what? BC?"
"No. 256 zero zero zero  zero zero zero zero zero zero zero zero zero zero
zero  zero..."
"OKAY STOP THAT!"  Jesse  yelled.
"That's  like...sextillion..."
"How fitting. Sex.."  Jesse  laughed.
"Thought you weren't in the  mood for jokes..."
Jesse shrugged, "Sex jokes  ease the tension...always in the mood for sex..."
"BC."   The Doctor stopped his hypnotic  zero-ing. "Sextilloin  BC. That's,
oh, so long ago. Like  before the known universe. In the spot where your
universe used to be or will be  rather. We're in a kind of no where. No place."
"But there's there,"  Jesse nodded, "That land out there. It's  strange but
it's there. Can we breath air out there? Is there air out  there?"
"No. But we can breath. It  seemed there are strange laws and rules out there
but it is supportable to human  life. Okay, you stay..."
"No fucking way."  Jesse put up his fists, "I'm  going."
"Okay,"  the Doctor said, "I'm not going to  argue..."   He moved to the
door  control knob. "Here's hoping.."  He  moved it down and the doors opened.
Parted. "Come  on."
Jesse strode outside. Into  a giant sheet. "Doctor!"  He turned.  The Doctor
was next to him. The sheets wrapped around both of them. Pressed  their
bodies together. They felt each other's members grow hard as they were  shoved
together. It was like some giant had wrapped them up and was now carrying  them.
They felt the swaying, swinging motion as if there was no ground beneath  them
suddenly. The sheets were white. The Doctor held Jesse close to him. Jesse
wrapped his arms around the Doctor's body and the Doctor did the same.  "Doctor!
"
"Just hold onto  me."
The swinging motion made  their stomachs jump. "Doctor, what kind of a place
is  this?"
"I don't know. I've never  been here before or had anything like this happen
before to me."  He sounded ecstatic that this was. "And  I'm so happy it
is!!!"
Jesse rolled his eyes as  his stomach rolled. "Me too. Overjoyed."
"At least it's not over the  moon."
"That's not funny. I  haven't forgotten that. How I was left on the Moon
myself...how everyone who tried  to help me died..."
"Jesse, it's over. You  survived."
Jesse thought about this.  "Thanks to you."  He put his head on  the Doctor'
s shoulder.
Jeremy walked to the open  rounded entrance to the castle. It was so like an
old fashioned brick  castle...only it was all white. He stepped inside. He
wanted to call out but knew  it might alert guards or the King or Queen. He walked
about for a  bit. "I'm the one you  seek."
Jeremy saw an exceptionally  handsome looking young teenager. He had his hair
slicked back. It was totally  white. His eyes stood out...they were emerald
green. His regal robes were all  white, too. "How can..."  Jeremy came  up to the
boy. "How can I help you?"
"My parents. I want to  leave them. Leave here. I don't want to be who I am
to  be."
"Forcing  you to be something you are not. Or not  accepting something you
are?"
"Both I think."
Jeremy looked back, "I...the  way is clear. You can just walk out any time you
want  to..."
"Is that what you  think?"
Suddenly, large pelican  birds were there. Out of no place. Their giant legs
were longer than half the  sides of the walls. In the vestibule, the giant
pelicans formed a circle around  the boy and Jeremy. Their legs formed a jail
cell, the bars were the legs.  Jeremy held onto two of them. "What the hell?"
One leaned all the way over  and tried to peck his hands off. Jeremy moved
back, into the circle. "You may  never leave here. This is your cell forever..."
To be continued...

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