Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2006 00:42:25 EDT From: J Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 47 TARDIS movie theatre. Jesse was crying. Tears streaming down his face. Peter Pan, the December 2003 movie music. Jeremy and Jesse were watching this. Jeremy looked bored. " Dude," he said between chomping on popcorn. "...I lived through this. I made this movie, I don't wanna keep watching it...why..." Jesse cried and sniffled. "Damn. I can't control myself. It's sooo sad. When she kisses you, when you yell over Tink's dead lifeless body..." "This TARDIS popcorn is amazing, have you ever had some?" "Fuck, how can you talk about popcorn, when this so human drama...dude, when you asked the Doctor if he cried..." "Jesse, leave it alone." "No, I wanna know. He didn't cry during this." "No, he didn't. Not everyone is as ..." "As what?" "As gay as you, okay?" Jesse play hit Jeremy's shoulder. Jeremy had his feet up on the seat in front of him. In the dark room, neither of them could see that the Doctor stood behind, far behind, at the exit doors. He leaned on the wall. He was not crying. "Okay, okay, it's almost over." Jesse said and focused on the movie again. Jeremy thought. As he ate. "I guess he's like...like over 2000 or 4000 years old..." The Doctor sardonically smiled. "He must have been through so much. Seen so much death, destruction. Friends leave him and die, grow old. He obviously had a wife. But I think he said he really just had sex because he thought it was what he was supposed to do. Do you think it was like the White and Black Guardians? Being something they couldn't be? Trying to go against the flow?" "Damn, dude, you hit a menstrual flow or something? Shut up!" Jesse said, " I'm trying to watch the movie." Jeremy smiled, "It's my past..." "Shut the fuck up." "Okay, okay," Jeremy laughed. Silence. For a few seconds. "I mean he mentioned so many people that died. So many. And other just left him. Others he left before they could leave him. He even told me that he pushed a few out." "He'd better try that shit with us again or I'll fucking kick his tight little Time Lord ass." Jeremy laughed at Jesse. So tough and so kind. So sensitive. So blowing his nose in his hands as the tissue dissolved around his fingers. Jeremy wore sneakers, gym shorts, and a black T shirt with a logo on. And a baseball cap turned backwards. He didn't often wear baseball caps but this one made him feel so human. And he needed that. "Do you think...?" "What?" Jesse cried, unable to hear his friend through uncontrolled sobs. " What?" Jeremy rolled his eyes quickly at his friend's crying, smiled, hoped he didn' t see this and handed a handkerchief to him, upset with himself for not giving him this earlier on. "Do you think..." He paused as Jesse blew a loud one. Jeremy rolled his eyes after making them wide. "Would he cry if one of us died?" Jesse looked at Jeremy, then at the Jeremy on the screen. It was at the point when Peter Pan was about to take the "medicine" that Hook had poisoned. " Nawww." "No?" "Listen. He'd be in danger himself, I'd imagine. He couldn't stop to grieve over us. I expect he'd just run, run from the danger, run and rush back to the good old TARDIS here and move right on." "You really think that? Believe that?" "Yeah. Sure, I do. And don't hold it against him. It's just his way. He doesn't cry. He moves on. He gets on with the job. We...we're not his family, really. I mean we are. But he's always lost family." "I expect you're right. I just...it's just..." "Don't sweat it. Stop making yourself ...." Jesse let out an uncontrolled sob. "...sick over it. He just is. Accept him the way he is..." "Ahh, oh, I do. Or I thought I did." "We mean more to him than anybody, Jeremy." "He says we do. I just thought if one of us..." "Stop thinking about death. You are gonna die a ripe old man of 10, 000 years of age. And me? I'm never gonna die." Jeremy laughed. "C'mon, why don't we see where we're going next?" "I...I wanna finish seeing this..." "Oh you!" The Doctor ducked out of the movie theatre. Jeremy later wrote in his journal. "I'm safe once again in the TARDIS. It's warm in here, kind in here. Usually safe and warm in here. It...it's like a place away from places. It is a place away from places. What I didn't know was that our next stop almost proved Jesse's theory. He just doesn't cry. He just does what has to be done. Almost. Sometimes he just cheats death...for himself...for us...of course there's K9, that wonderful blessed sonic screwdriver, Benjamie, his manservant clone....and the TARDIS itself to get him out of things. I'll tell the story from here..." "it was the year, oh geeze, it was the years October 1944, September 1939 and I think a few others. Again. Time was melded into two times. Again. Sigh. The Doctor's better at and longer winded at explaining all this crap than I am. Anyway, we answered a distress call from...well, several of the Doctor's enemies..." Jesse was tied up, naked, again. On his knees over a vat of freezing cold ice water, high on top a sort of boardwalk. "Doctor, this begs the question again, don't you know any normal people??" The Doctor was in a leather jacket, longer this time to reach the floor, almost. He was walking around the room as though he owned it, which, of course he didn't. "Ahh, yes the man behind you, is really one of my people..." Jesse turned to look at the decrepit old man. "Hiya. I'd wave but..." His hands were tied up behind his back. The old man had a gun. He also had various humps where they didn't belong, a long white beard, white hair. And vestigial limbs where they don't belong. And a distended head. He was, what Jesse would call, ugly. With a capital U. "Behind you there, is a Time Lord. Name of War Chief I think. He worked for the aliens the War Lords, no relation to my people..." the Doctor thought about that one, "On second thought, maybe they did...War Lords, Time Lords, does ring a bell of togetherness, don't you think?" Other Nazis were covering the Doctor. A giant metallic looking monster, not unlike the Alien in the Alien movies, was over Jeremy, who was also naked. The metallic claws were on Jeremy's bare shoulders, moving, sliding, gliding over them and to his chest, back, lower to his stomach. Jeremy remained perfectly still. "Ahh, yes, allow me to introduce you to the TimeWyrm. Complicated Goddess..." "What is it with me and deities?" Jeremy asked. "Ahh, the best are only drawn to the best." "Makes me feel so much better," Jeremy snapped sarcastically. "Oh she's quite impressive. Hel to the Vikings. Gol Yan AK Tana, literally the Twister of Paths to the Daleks. She created a whole Church on the Moon, you should appreciate that Jesse..." "Doctor, if you mention the Moon again..." Jesse looked up at the War Chief, "Push me in now so I don't have to listen to him rant..." The War Chief gurgled, in what Jesse horribly realized was a laugh. "I like this one, Doctor, I wish I could keep him." "Perhaps as a zombie of yours?" "Don't encourage him," Jesse snapped. "Oh and incidentally, I somehow created her. By accident..." he added that last part to counter the accusing face Jeremy gave him, not to mention the one he felt blasting him from Jesse's direction. "Don't worry though, she's really Ishtar and as such she'll end up a nice little baby girl, in Cheldon Boniface. Hello Ishtar, Emily TimeWrym." "Shut up!" "Oh hello Lt. Hemmings. Don't lose your head. Not just yet." "What?" "Listen, give it up, all of you. I know your futures. You can't win. You've already lost. Whatever time joint joined you all up at the seams between October 1944 and the events of August and September 1939, it's over. It's happened already for ...oh for most of us...Colditz Castle Concentration Camp is closed down...Klein, despite manipulating my former companion Polly and nearly getting Ace killed, you died over 30 years ago. You're gone. Your whole future 1965 of Nazis is gone. Give it up." "But we..." Klein was clearly upset. She held a gun at the Doctor, "We can change it." "Change it? Change is good. You are bad." The Doctor bent over, bowed, " Accept it, Klein. You're not time traveler." The Doctor looked up at the others and his face circled the room. "Welllll, she was. She could have been. Smart as a whip...which she likes by the way..." He winks at Jeremy, who blushes. " You used...your Nazi pals used Ace's CD to try to figure out Lasers and used it make uranium...and oh, what a time you had in 1965, Nazis all proud and won and all that there. As bad as that one, the War Chief who tried oh, so many plans to make the Nazis win World War Two. Blah Blah Blah. All for nought. And oh, I forgot, you used my TARDIS, a wounded regenerated 7th Me and you went back in time...for what? My dear, girl, you're the epitome of the word LOSER!" He puts a big L on his forehead, creating it with his fingers. "Big L, can anyone say BIG L? Oh yeah! And what about this one..." He stops in front of a Sergeant. "What's the German words for it? Feldwebel? You look like a Feldwebel." "Shut up!" Jesse yelled, "Please!" "Time Wrym, doesn't he look like my 10th self? Yeah, he does. Kurtz, you will be returned. I mean no body likes a split personality, just ask my good friend Hitler..." "Hitler was your friend?" Jeremy and Jesse asked as one. "Oh yeah," the Doctor said, "And Himmler, Goering, Rudolph, the Red Nosed, no, that's animatronic Christmas special, oh but then they didn't have that. It was just puppets, nicely done puppets, His name was Ruldolphy...oh yeah, Hess. But perhaps I shan't mention him, seeing how he and Goering were rivals. Dead now, both of em. Hitler too. I mean, what a stupid stupid man. To lose World War Two...like that. And to kill his own son. Thanks to that man!" The Doctor pointed to Martin Boormann. "My head hurts, Can you tear it off!?" Jeremy looked up at the TimeWyrm. "Jeremy, don't." The Doctor pointed to Martin Boormann. "The only Nazi who ever beat me. Killed or rather had Hitler kill his own clone, his own son really. Then he killed, you killed...my companion Claire Aldwych and replaced her for Eva Braun, who also died. Madmen, all of you, even poor Eva, well, mad woman, I think she was a woman but with this lot, you never know..." "Oh, can we just shoot him?" Hanne asked. "Hanne? I totally forgot about you. Another female Nazi. The Female Wonder Woman, huh? Too bad, the Brigadier makes you bite on a cyanide capsule..." "Doctor, aren't you revealing too much?" Jeremy asked. "No, none of the, not even her over there, above you, will remember this." "What? What have you done?" The War Chief asked, waving his gun at the Doctor from above. "It's a time mess. Something's interfering with time and all of you. I can' t allow that, for time is..." "My business," Jesse and Jeremy finished for him. "We have your companions, we have you, and we have..." Kurtz said. "Oh back to you. See how time is split into two times and made one. Like two halves of a room suddenly brought together that shouldn't be. Like your bedroom, or one side of it, suddenly attached to the other side of say, your TV room. Remember that, when the TARDIS splits your body in two, half in the doors and half out when we dematerialize. Oh, wait, I forgot, you won't be able to remember!!!! You will be split in two!!!" Kurtz wavered. Tears came to his eyes. He knew this to be true. He lowered his gun. "no." a weak "No" at that. "See gentlemen and gentlewomen, or should I say not so gentle...I have the one thing you don't. Knowledge. That makes me the winner." "Choose," Hemming pointed his gun at the Doctor. "You can have one of them back." "What?" "Which one do you want to die?" "What?" "If you want that one back...the one up there, he won't be frozen in a test of how fast one can freeze..." "That's silly. I can tell you how fast..." "Choose now or I will kill them both." Hemming put the gun to Jeremy's head. "Doctor, choose Jesse," Jeremy said, "I'm okay with it. I've lived a good life. Almost godly." "Very funny," the Doctor said. "Enough playing for time." "Playing for time? Playing for time?!!! Playing for time? Quite the reverse! We have little time to play with. This time addy, cracked as it is will destroy all of us. And the back blast if I don't stop it, will cause..." "Nazi Germany to rise?" Jesse asked, "Really, Doctor, just how many friggin Nazis do you know?" "Choose now!" The Doctor looked up. Jesse was the weaker one. The one less likely to survive the travels...He looked at Jeremy. So much more innocent. So much more accepting. Likeable. Bendable. Pose-able. He shook his head. Tears almost came to his eyes. Jeremy watched the eyes. He waited for the tears. That never came. Jeremy was so much more likely to be able to beat down the odds, live a long life in the TARDIS adventures. Jeremy said, "Don't do it, Doctor!" "Of course I won't. I can't choose..." "Classic dilemma, Doctor, isn't it?" Klein said, "What if it had been between Ace and Polly. What if the Time Lords hadn't saved your dear sweet Polly ..." "What's past is past..." The Doctor snapped at her. "Doctor, I meant don't choose me," Jeremy said, "That's the one thing I couldn't live with!!!" Jesse snapped from above, "Don't listen to him, Doctor, you know how weak he is, mentally. He needs you. He can't handle death...not now... choose me to die." "Shut up, both of you!" The Doctor snapped. "I ...Rosie's Choice..." "That's Sophie's Choice..." "No, no, no. I meant Rosie O'Donnell, to come out. Damned brave of her if you ask me." "Not funny, Doctor. I'm the man who gave her that choice." "Another Nazi. Oh, join the party. Oh, wait, you have. The Nazi party." The Doctor made sounds of burning as if he thought this was funny. "Time's up, Doctor, I kill them both!" Hemming's finger began to press the trigger. Jeremy shut his eyes. "NOOOOO!" Jesse yelled. He shuffled to the water's edge and threw himself over! Splash!!!!! "JESSEEEEE!" Jeremy screamed! To be continued...