Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2006 09:49:49 EDT
From: J
Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 48

"Wait a minute,"  Jesse's head bobbed to the surface,  "This water's warm..."

The Doctor  smiled.
"Lukewarm,"  Jesse said.
"Luke was warm, wasn't he?  Nice hot body,"  The Doctor said. He  took out
the sonic screwdriver from his pocket, "No one ever searches my pockets
anymore."  He looked at Klein, the  Nazi woman who seemed to give up hope. "Makes
things so much easier...almost gives  me no hope that any enemy can even come
close...although this choice thing...still  here..."
Jeremy looked. The TimeWrym  asked, "How'd?"
"Oh it's on silent setting.  I mean..huh, ha, ha, it's not just the Mafia
that have silencers is it? I just  warmed the water while I spoke..."
The War Chief above,  yelled, "Simply a brief respite!"  He pointed the gun
at Jesse's head. He pulled the trigger. Jesse shut his  eyes. Jeremy did the
same. Nothing.
"What the hell?" Everyone  said.
The Doctor took out a small  metal square, "Bullet melter. Comes in handy.
Gosh, there Felix Kriegslieter, or  should I say DOCTOR Felix Kriegslieter, you'
re not hitting a target  today..."
"Just another brief  respite! They shall die and so shall you, after you
suffer, suffer like  me!!!!"
"A Nazi collaborator? Not  like you, I should dare say. I mean you were shot
and the Nazis somehow stalled  your regeneration..."
"Because of your  interference with the War Games..."
"Oh don't mention that...so  long ago...trials and tribs and all that."
The War Chief took out his  silver headed cane from his jacket.
The Doctor looked up,  "Where'd you been hiding that ole thang? Was you
rubbing it up and down along  your..."
"The laser is still  active!"  The War Chief pointed it  at Jesse but a
bullet hits him in the chest and he falls into the  water.
Jesse moved aside and  watched as the War Chief began to drown. And bleed to
death.   Jesse was aghast,  "I can't...I can't help  him!"
"Leave him be,"  the Doctor said, "No second, or in his  case, third chances.
"
"Doctor!"  Jeremy  yelled.
The shot came from a gun  held by a former Nazi. "Hauptmann Julius Schafer.
Glad there's one here I can  call friend."
"Doctor, I cannot believe  it is you and that damned infernal machine of
yours  outside."
"His gun will work,"  the Doctor said. "K9  finished?"
"He said he was,"  Hauptmann said. "What is that?"
Hemming said, "That's  someone who's going to tear apart your companion,
Doctor,  Timewyrm!"
The claws dug into Jeremy's  shoulder but suddenly stopped. "I...I.."
"Do your duty! You hate the  Doctor!!! I want you to rip open his legs and
chest, put that vial of cut glass  into his body, seal it back up with your heat
powers and I shall time how long  it takes for him to die...suffering all the
way!!!! Now do what I brought you here  for!"
"No, you're not gonna do  that,"  the Doctor  nodded.
"NO, really I  am!"
"No, you're  not."
"Yes, you're right. I'm  not. She is. That thing that you helped to create.
The Time Wyrm will do it for  me! He will agonize before he dies, Doctor! And
you caused it! TimeWyrm, the  glass is in that jar by your feet, scoop some
out and put it in his bare  flesh!"
The TimeWyrm raised her  claws over Jeremy again.
"Emily...Peter Hutchings,  Ishtar!"  the Doctor said, "I know  you feed off
changes in history but this....was settled already. And..."   The Doctor looks at
her, "Mindless  babies bred to be experimented on. Ishtar. Ishtar.  Look at
you!!! A few names and  you...You're accessing your future, aren't you? Amazing!
Look at  her!"
Hauptmann was astounded,  "Her? And I am looking at her."
"Lovely, she is! Look at  you! You're so amazing! Transcending time with
your very thoughts, Even I can't  do that to your extent, that extent!"
"I...I am good."  The Time Wyrm let Jeremy go. The boy ran  to the Doctor.
"Oh Doctor!" Jeremy hugged  him and put his hands around the Doctor's back
and rubbed his cheeks onto the  Doctor's. He also squeezed the Doctor's butt
cheeks.
"Uh, Jeremy, not in front  of the Time Wyrm here, Not to mention all the
Nazis around."
Hemming moved forward,  "There's still more of us than of you. You can't get
all of us with that  gun..."
Hauptman pointed it at him,  "No, just you."
Hemming moved back.
Jesse called, "Uh, bobbing  here, hands tied up, with bloody dead Time Lord
in here with me. He seems to be  regenerating and this time I don't think his
wounds are so bad that  he..."
"Stop him from that!"  The Doctor yelled, "If Jesse's too close  to him
when he regenerates...shoot him if you have to! Shoot him again and again  and again
...I'll get him out of there!!!"
"Oh Doctor, please  hurry!"  Jeremy  yelled.
"Stay away from all of  them!"
The Doctor and Hauptman  climbed the steps. They saw the blue glow from the
tank. The Doctor yelled,  "Shoot him!"
Hauptmann kept shooting The  War Chief. Jesse was crying now. He bobbed away
from the bloody pool that  emanated from the many times shot Time Lord. The
Doctor jumped into the tank and  used the water proof sonic screwdriver to free
Jesse's hands and ankles from the  ropes. He then picked Jesse up, bodily,
laying him across his arms and carried  him up a ladder. Hauptmann reloaded his
gun and emptied it into the War Chief.  "That should do it, Doctor?"
"Yes,  thanks."
Down below, Jeremy found a  cold lot. Stares from Nazis. "Hey, I'm blond and
blue eyed..."  He smiled. He moved to the Time Wyrm,  whom he found the most
human. "Thank  you. Thank you for saving us."
"You are welcome, Jeremy  S..."
"Jeremy, let's get out of  here!"  The Doctor carried  Jesse.
As Hauptmann came down,  reloading his gun, Kurtz suddenly came to life, "
NOOOOOOOOOOO!" He hit  Hauptmann, kneed him, took his gun, shot him in the back
and aimed at the  Doctor.
"What the fuck?"  The Doctor turned and put Jesse down. In  front of him.
The bullet caught Jesse in the chest, not far from his heart. He  was thrown at
the Doctor, who  caught him. "JESSE!!!!JES!"
"NOOO!" Jeremy sprang into  a run and jumped up, planted both feet onto Kurtz
's back and floored the Nazi.  He jumped up and kicked back both the female
Hanne, who rushed him and the  enraged Lt Hemmings. The Time Wyrm held the
others at bay. They all raged at  her/it.
"Hauptmann?"
"He's dead,"  Jeremy snapped, "So will Jesse  be!"
"Master, time to go, time  is going. Time will repair."  K9  floated into
the room.
"TARDIS. Only chance. NOW!"
"You'll take  him?"
"You take him. I'll be  right behind!"  The Doctor picked  Jesse up and gave
him to Jeremy.
Jeremy held him and heaved  him outside a large white brick lined door.
The Doctor said goodbye and  farewell in German to his enemies. "Just
remember how wrong you all were. See  you in hell, fuckers!"
He  waved and ran out, "This it,  K9?"
"Affirmative,"  K9 floated nearby. "But only a Time Lord  can safely..."

"I KNOW! GET TO THE TARDIS.  Show Jeremy where the pot is!"   The Doctor
found the contraption set against the wall. K9 had made it. He  started to pull a
lever.
"Pot,  master?"
"You know the one! Now  go!"
"Ahhh, yes,  Master."
In the TARDIS, Jeremy laid  Jesse down against the wall, "Are you?"
"No. Going fast. Goodbye,  my love..."
K9 came in. Jeremy turned  to him, "K9, he's dying..."   K9  flew out of the
room into the inner TARDIS. "Oh K9..."   Jeremy held Jesse up and cried.  "He
can't even stand to see...but where's HE, where's the  Doctor?"
K9 came back, a jar of  ointment on his nose. He flew down to Jeremy, "Take
it, young  master."
Jeremy took it, "It's old  High Gallifrean writing, isn't it?"
"Affirmative. Do not waste  time. Put it on the wound."
"Doctor Solon's Special  Morbius Lotion. Guaranteed to contain Genuine
Elixir of Life. Manufactured under  License by the Sisterhood of Karn. Fuck shit,
does he think that's funny?"  Jeremy quickly opened it and stuck his  hand in.
He put the lotion on Jesse's chest.
Jesse moaned, up against  the wall. "Not how I want you to get me up against
the wall!"
"Shut up!" Jeremy  snapped.
He watched incredulously as  the lotion literally sank into Jesse's wound.
The bullet popped out.  "Fuck!"  they both said, startled  and Jesse more than
hurting.
"I'm going to die!"  Jesse  winced.
Jeremy looked at his face  and the wound. Then he looked at the pot of
ointment. "It  should..."
The wound glew blue. Then  healed over and Jesse's chest was repaired. He
huffed and began to sink down the  wall. Straining to put the ointment on the
console with one hand, Jeremy held  him up, first with the other and then with
both hands, once the ointment was put  down. He put his head between Jesse's
ample pecs. He huffed in relief as well.
The Doctor came in, the  doors opening again. "All well's it ends well's."
He strode over to the console and began  to dematerialize the TARDIS.
Jeremy, angry, for a  change, picked up the bloody bullet from the floor and
tossed it at the Doctor,  "DOES THIS BELONG TO YOU!!!?!?!"
It bounced off the Doctor's  leather jacket. He blinked, shut his eyes in
humiliation and hurt. Then opened  them.
"He okay?"  The Doctor blinked at Jeremy's sudden  rage.
"No thanks to you!" Jeremy  put his arm around Jesse, "Come on, Jesse, let'
s get you to  bed."
"Not now, I need my beauty  rest,"  Jesse murmured. "But really  other than
being tired, I'm fine."
Jeremy squinted at the  Doctor, "All's well, it ends well? What about
Hauptmann? He's  dead!"
"No, not really."  The Doctor said.  "The time bomb we set just put
everything and everyone back to where they belonged I the first  place."
"Oh is that all?"  Jeremy stopped by the door. K9 hovered  near the two
boys. "How bout next time we pass by the "Oh let's answer the  distress call, and
the Oh, where are we now Doctor, and the put your hands up  bits and go right
to let's drown, shoot, stab, put glass in your boyfriends  bit!"
"I...I'm sorry about that  stuff,"  the Doctor said, "But he's  really
alright and so is Hauptmann."
"You take that bullet and  put it in a jar right next to the ointment there,"
  Jeremy nodded. "Remember them both,  willya?"
"I know you  know..."
"Oh, don't tell me about  this life! We know about it."
"Then, you have to accept  every and each time we step outside that..those
doors, any exit from the TARDIS  interior, we can step out to our death, our
end, our  doom."
"There is no  end."
"Jeremy, you're just  angry."
"Yeah, I am, and I'm sorry  but I'm just...just scared that this time he
could have  died."
"I'm fine,"  Jesse picked his head up, "Really. And  what ahh, I really
want is some sleep now. And  you, Jer, ease  up."
"I'm sorry,"  Jeremy  said.
The Doctor picked up the  bullet. "I...I will do as you ask."
"Please, I don't mean to  hurt you,"  Jeremy said, "I  just..."
"No, it's not...not untrue. I  can feel more for the deaths. Over 2000 years
of this and...well, it can get  pretty cold in here, in me I mean."
"Doctor,"  Jeremy  said.
"Uhm, tired here,"  Jesse said.
He carried him out, looking  back at the Doctor. "Oh, K9, I must mend my
ways, again. It  seems..."
"Distress call still  emanating, master..."
Jeremy carried Jesse past a  door that was usually shut. Jesse called, "Oh,
what's that  room?"
"Another wardrobe room me  thinks,"  Jeremy let him down and  against a wall
of roundels. He went in. "Come in, I  think you'll like  this."
Jesse came in and saw how  large the room was, "It's huge!"
"Yeah big  room."
"That too, I meant  you."
They were still pretty  naked. Jeremy looked, "Yeah, hey you think we'll
ever go to a place where for  once we can keep our clothes on?"
Jesse moved over to a rack  of clothes, "I don't know but what a nice bunch
of shit to get to take  off."
"Yeah,"  Jeremy said, looking  down.
"Aw, cheer up,"   Jesse said, "I'm okay. I was just  playing it up. For the
Doc, you know."
"Liar,"  Jeremy  said.
Jesse pulled an orange pink  thing and came over to him and quickly kissed
his mouth, hand on the lover's  chin. "I said  I'm alright."   He looked at
Jeremy's sad  face.
"I don't want you to  die."
"Hey look at this. Who'm  I?"  Jesse put the orange shirt on  and pulled the
front over his face, "OH I KNOW YOU LIVE SUCH  SHORT SUCKY LIVES AND I LIVED
FOR OVER  4000 YEARS."
Jeremy looked up and  laughed a bit, "That...that's not funny."
Jesse stuck his tongue out  under the see through shirt, "I'M A TIME LORD,"
he said in a sucky stuck up voice, "I  WALK IN ETERNITY..."
Jeremy laughed. He went  over to the rack and found a pair of nylon black see
through pants and put  the  legs area between his cheeks,  "This is silly."
"Go on, say something he  would say."
"SOMEONE'S INTERFERRING  WITH TIME AND TIME IS MY BUSINESS...A MOST
INTERESTING YEAR, YES, ONE OF MY  FAVORITES."  They both laughed  uncontrollably.
"MY PEOPLE ARE ALL GONE BUT  THEY WERE STRONG, POWERFUL..."  Jesse  said,
mocking the Doctor, "Yeah, and they are all fucking out of their fucking  minds!"

"And that one, the War  Chief, worse than the Monk, the Master and the Rani...
and sheesh, was he ugly,  with a capital U."
"YOU DID IT TO  YOURSELF,"  Jesse made fun of the  Doctor, "TAMPERING WITH
TIME WILL DO THAT TO YA!"  He took the shirt off and put it back on  a hangar
and took off a red lined jacket and put that on, no shirt under. Jeremy  put on
a white frilly shirt, left it open and stuck on a bowtie that was multi
colored.
"LOOK AT ME, I WEAR STUPID  OUTSTANDING PRETENTIOUS CLOTHING AND A MULTI
COLORED BOW TIE...OH I'M A RENOUNCED  TIME LORD."
"FROM KASTDRBORE-US,"  Jesse joked. They bowed over with  laughter.
The Doctor strode up to the  room from the hallway and heard them laughing. "
Good."  He stopped before he entered the room,  thinking of what to say.
"WE'RE NOT LIKE OTHER  PEOPLE."  Jesse laughed, "WE TRAVEL  IN BETWEEN THE
CRACKS IN TIME."
"In between the cracks in  his ass."  Jeremy said and put a  silly blue hat
from a rack over his eyes, "WE MUST REPAIR THAT CRACK, MY  DEARS."
"Yes yes and oh I love it  when he does this,"  Jesse put on an  Edwardian
jacket, "YES YES MY DEAR BOYS,"  and he holds his lapels. "EVER SEE ME DO
THAT? I WAS GOOD WASN'T I? OF  COURSE I AM, I'M A GENUIS. I'M A TIME LORD, A LORD
OF TIME, BRINGER OF THE  UNCOMING STORM, THE DEATH TO THE DALEKS, MONSTERS
FEAR ME, MONSTERS HAVE  NIGHTMARES ABOUT ME. Oh the big priss...he has nightmares
about  himself..."
They both laughed. The  Doctor swallowed. He never heard  anyone make fun of
him like this. He wasn't sure what to do about it. He  wasn't sure he liked
it. He wasn't sure he should say anything about it. It  hurt. It also made him
want to laugh at himself, for a few  moments.
"I HAVE ACCOUNTS ALL OVER  THE WORLD. I LET THE INTEREST ACCUMULATE YOU KNOW..
"  Jeremy put a 17th Century  France jacket on now. "I CAN TAKE YOU TO ALLEN
ROAD FOR A REST OR PUT YOU IN THE  JADE PAGODA. FANCY JAPAN?"
"That's good. You  impersonate well."
Outside, the Doctor felt  tears. He swallowed. Then he moved back quietly and
stamped his feet as though  he were approaching for the first time. He
cleared his throat. The boys put down  the clothes they had tried on. They were bare
ass nude again. "We, ahh, we still  have a couple of distress calls...do we
answer them?"
"Of course...if people are in  trouble..."   Jeremy  answered.
Jesse nodded too, his  acceptance of what Jeremy said.
"Oh, okay,"  the Doctor nodded, "Are you both  sure?"
"Yes,"  they both said, as  one.
"Sure you want to  stay?"
"We're not going  anywhere,"  Jesse nodded, "Either of  us."
"That's right,"  Jeremy repeated, "Oh, we may get a  little mad or
perturbed at times from time to time and space to space and tease  you..."
"Yes, so I've heard..."   The Doctor  said.
"That K9 telling you stuff  again? Little traitor,"   Jeremy laughed.
"I'll...I'll go set the  coordinates..."  The Doctor nodded, "I  would tell
you to get dressed but I think you both look lovely the way you  are...not dressed.
"
He walked out. Jeremy  looked at Jesse, "Do you think he heard us?"
"With that super hearing of  his, probably."  Jesse shrugged,  "Who cares.
He deserves it sometimes."
"Yeah but he looked, I  dunno, different just then,"  Jeremy  said.
"He'll get over it, for  HE'S A TIME LORD. Stuffy git."
"Oh stop that,"  Jeremy laughed. "He is, though, isn't  he?"
"Yeah,"  Jesse said, "C'mon let's go get dressed  and see what trouble he'
s landed us in this time..."
Later, Jeremy dressed in a  toned down Dutch boy outfit, complete with cap.
Jesse had on a top with silver  arms to the wrists, black all over the rest of
it with FCKU written on it and he  wore silver pants. They walked into the
console room. The biggest scanner was  open wide. The Doctor was working at the
console, "Trying to get the  year..."
Jeremy pointed to the  scanner, "What the hell is that?"

To be  continued...