Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2006 13:47:01 EDT
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 55-corrected copy

DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, AND  JEREMY  55
Jeremy's body was turned to  stone in the Doctor's arms, yet the Doctor
remained sprawled on the ground,  holding him. Crying tears.
Jesse moved toward the stop  of the steps, "Oh my God!"  A  Cyberman was
there. But it looked different from the one he saw. It seemed to  have a cloth
face and metallic rails on its neck leading to its head.
"Do not attempt to come up  the steps!"
Jesse didn't have any  choice, "You're not real!"  He  reached to the
Cyberman's pointed and pointy finger and pulled the hand. He  shoved and pulled and
pulled and shoved. The Cyberman fell off the top of the  steps and screamed.
Jesse turned from watching it hit the bottom, where it was  blown to pieces...
and flesh... "It seemed to be unreal like a fictional version of  the real thing...
but who's controlling it?"
"I  am!"
"Not you  again!"
"Yes me, famous fan  fic...I  mean, famous Television  Writer, Margie Lowpay."
"It can't be  you!"
"It  is."
"No, I mean it. It can't.  We saw you die. We watched as you were
exterminated by the Daleks. Good thing,  too."
Margie grew angry.  "Flame!"
"No, it was more a negative  effect ray blast. So you see, you're dead. I
mean I'm sorry you're dead but it  was either you or the audience that was
brave enough to watch your awful stories  on that fake show THE MEDIC. I mean,
anyone watching that underwhelming,  overblown, fake dialoged tripe...really, it's
not like the Doctor's life at all,  is it?"
"You shall die!"  Margie came at him with a lap top but  Jesse sidestepped
her and she fell over his foot and down the steps.
"Oh my God, what is going  on here?"  Jesse looked down as  Margie vanished
below, crashing down the steps, one step at a time, yelling.  Jesse shrugged.

He soon found himself at  the top of the steps. There was a row of computers,
giant old fashioned  computers. "You gotta be shitting me,"  he said. In
front of them and behind a 17th Century wooden  desk was an equally old fashioned
ancient chair. Sprouting from the back of the  chair was a wired up post that
held a hat like device. And on the desk was a  small scanner, not unlike some
of the smaller TV set scanners in the TARDIS. He  watched as the Doctor was
on that screen. Jesse saw what happened to Jeremy.
The Doctor ignored Zorro  and the Gorgon. He hugged Jeremy. "Oh no! I...I can'
t take  this...I'm..."
"Not your fault..."  Jeremy gasped, "Not at all...I wanted to  ...love you...love
Jesse, love you both...tell Jesse to stay with you, I  said...so...traveling with
you is...fantastic...love itself..."  Jeremy laid his head on the Doctor's  chest
and closed his eyes.   Blood came from his mouth. The snakes were hissing
behind him. The Doctor  didn't look up.
The Doctor put his head on  Jeremy's head and cried. Tears came from his
eyes.  "Noo, no, no, no. No, you can't die. You  just can't.  I won't allow it,
you  understand? You will not be dead!"
"He's already dead, you  fool!"  The Medusa turned into the  first Master. "
And you're next..."   He raised his Tissue Compressor...behind the Doctor,
Zorro rose, this time  with a knife ready to stab into the Doctor's back, the
knife being held on high,  and the other more inhuman Gorgon moved in, eyes
without pupils, snakes hissing  and rattling...
The Doctor cradled Jeremy,  "He is, isn't he?"  He talked  slowly, "He is
dead..."   He put  his head into Jeremy's face and kissed his lips, getting
blood on his mouth...  "Goodbye...goodbye my love...my one true love..."
Jesse tried to hold back  the hurt he felt, even jealousy, something he had
never felt before where and  when the Doctor and Jeremy were concerned. He held
his head back, felt his Adam  Apple rising and falling, words stuck in his
throat. He nodded as if he knew  this and accepted it, even if in a bitter pill
kind of way. But the hollowness  in his chest and stomach butterflies arriving
told a different story. Jesse  swallowed. He looked down and saw the scroll
coming from a printer attached to  the computer banks behind him with huge
black wires. He took a microphone,  "Doctor...Doctor..."
"Jesse, be careful!  You're...well, you must be in the Control Room..."  The
Doctor blinked. He kissed Jeremy's  cheek as Jesse watched but he felt only cold
stone, marble. "Jesse, this is the  Land of  Fiction..."
"Really? Why didn't you  tell me that, I would have never known..."
"No, it really is the  Land of  Fiction, created for  entertainment for
themselves and the human race, the fuckers grew bored of it  and..."
"Doctor, I...I was being  sarcastic..."  Jesse wiped his arm  across his  face
and wiped away his  own tears. "I figured it out a long time ago, I mean giant
Cyclops, toy  soldiers, and just about all of your old enemies running around...
Axons, Autons,  Ice Warriors, Rutans, the Master..."
The Doctor put his head on  Jeremy's marble shoulder, tears streaming down
his face, "But Jesse...oh, I must  tell you, that they can kill you just as sure
as the real ones. If not moreso  because they seem like fictional versions of
themselves and therefore seem not  as dangerous..."
"Doctor, I think I found a  way..."
"Is there...is there...a chair  there?"
"Yes but Doctor,  Jeremy...."
"Who's in it? A young boy  named Jason? Anyone?"
"No, it's empty, Doc."   Jesse looked around and under the  console. He
found a skeleton.  He  looked away. "I think there was someone here...but he's ahh,
quite dead by now..."
"Then that's what's  happening. There's no writer in the control room, Jason
's been returned home by  me, anyone else that was there is dead, and no one'
s  in control of this land. It...without the  Time Lords to keep the Land
separate from our reality...it's not only seeped in  again and again to our world
but it's writing itself, good, bad, indifferent,  emotional...it's got no one in
charge and that's worse...it's just about insane with  itself..."  He sobbed in
between words  but soon   The Doctor found  himself wracked with
uncontrollable sobs. He couldn't talk now.  "Are...are yo..."   His stomach wracked his body
with  despairing shakes but he found the words and shoved them up his own
throat, "...  you in danger?"
"I heard what you said  Doctor..."   Jesse forced out  somehow.
"Wha?"  The Doctor tried to rub his tears away  but couldn't.
"Jeremy."  Jesse's words stuck in his mouth and  tears rolled down his eyes
to cover his lips and found taste in his mouth.  Salty. His chin dripped soon
enough. "I love him, too. And I guess I always knew  you...you loved him more
than me. I guess I loved you both the same and yet I knew  that he was
specialer than me..."
"Jesse. What do you mean? I  said that but I meant..."
"I know what you meant,  Doctor,"  Jesse forced a smile, "And  I get it."
"No, no, no, no, no. I  meant...I think of  you both as one.  One love. My one
true love is both of you. Understand?"  When there was no answer the Doctor
called to him again. "Jesse, what are you doing? Jesse, answer me! I can't
lose  you too!"
Jesse looked at the scroll  and saw a pad and pencil attached to the scroll,
the pad under it and the pencil  a computerized one. He sat down. "Thus Conan
the Adventurer, lean and muscled,  not one once of fat...penis head poking up
from his loin cloth, which was one size  or two too small for him and...golly, I
wanna put my man sword in him myself...he's  fucking hot...gotta concentrate...
Conan the Adventurer came...and he stood over the  Doctor with a great broad sword
and swung it back. He heaved it back, back and  then forward...heavy hit. He cut
off the head of the Master and that vile head  rolled as it hit the ground...it
turned back into the Medusa head. Snakes fell out  of the hair and seemed to
melt.  With the same swing, he cut off the head of the Gorgon and Zorro, who
was  to his side, trying to knife the Doctor...most unsuccessfully trying to knife
the  Doctor..."
The Doctor looked up and  saw Conan. "You? You remind me of one of my former
companions..."
Conan looked at him, "Great  big warrior?"
"He was once but mostly he  was a cute little Penquin..."
"A shape changer? By Crom,  I'll not get mixed up with that or any of you
but good luck. Good luck,  Doctor."  Conan put his sword over  his shoulder and
walked off.
"Jesse? What are you  doing?"    The Doctor  realized. "No, don't do that!"
Jesse was already under the  hat and writing the story. "Do what?"
"Jesse, I order to you to  get out of that chair!"
"No, no more orders,  Doctor..."  Jesse said, "Besides, it's  too late. I'm
already in the chair..."
"But you'll be there  forever!"  The Doctor cried. His  tears flowed even
more easily now, meeting under his chin, dripping down  further. Over his chest.
He stood Jeremy up, the statue. He leaned on the boy,  putting his arms
around the boy's neck and shoulders, his head bent on the  chest. "I've lost you
both now."
"I have to do this, Doctor,  for him. I can save him you know. And for you. I
have to do this for you, too."
"I'm coming to get you out  of there!"
"No, don't! Stay where you  are. I need you and Jeremy needs you right where
you are! Don't you move!"
Jesse wrote: "The tears had  already come from the Doctor's eyes. But there
was more. Floods more. Unending  tears.  The Doctor knew  now that he could
cry. The Doctor's  tears flowed freely and they meant everything to both Jeremy
and this author.  The tears that came, the faith contained in them, the love...
they hit the neck of  Jeremy and as the Doctor raised his mouth to Jeremy for
one last kiss, he wet  down the boy's face as well. The tears cascaded over the
stone cold bare  chest...this new statue of David...rivaling even that
masterpiece...the water went to  the stomach wound...and the stomach was now flesh and the
wound closed when the  tears entered it.  The hot shallow  belly button
reappeared and the blood red hole was gone, reforming almost  silently but with
some squishy sounds. Jeremy's lips became the thick fleshy  affairs that they were
..."  Jesse  found he had to stop to try to clear his eyes from water. Tears
wet down the  pages as he wrote. "Damn."  But he  continued to write: "The
stone pulled back as though a penis coming from the  uncurling foreskin..."
The Doctor kissed thick  human lips. "Warm..."  He looked into  the eyes of
Jeremy. "Blue."  He  grabbed Jeremy's head by each side and then his cheeks and
he kissed Jeremy  again and deeper and found the human mouth, now
un-statued.
Jesse watched and cried  some more. The scanner showed him the Doctor hugging
Jeremy tightly, pulling him  to himself and wrapping his arms around the boy.
"Jeremy!"
"You're  alive!"
Jeremy blinked,  "Just..."
"Oh my God! Thank you!  Thank you, God."
Jeremy shook his head. But  the Doctor kissed his forehead, his nose, his
lips. He fell on the boy's neck  and kissed that too and licked. He went to the
nipples and sucked them to  hardness. "Not too hard,"  the  Doctor pulled back
and looked down, put his head down to the boy's rippled  belly. He saw the
navel intact and whole. "Fantastic!"  He stuck his tongue in the navel and
cleaned it out. "You...you're alive!"
Jeremy looked down at his  burgeoning dick which stuck out of his sweat pants
top. "More than you  know..."
The Doctor lip bit Jeremy's  belly around the navel and sucked the navel. He
sprang up and looked at Jeremy  again. He held his head again. He hugged him
again. "Oh my  God..."
Jeremy pulled back, "I  thought I...was a goner..."
"You were. You  died."
"What?"
"What was it  like?"
"I don't...wait. I do."  He spoke slower, "There was this whole  after life
thing going on. It's like everyone who ever died told...white lights,  tunnel,
spirit, gates of heaven. It was...marvelous..."
The Doctor's eyes teared up  some more, "Really? Wonders never cease..."  He
held Jeremy's ears.

"Someone met me at the end  of that light."   Jeremy  stopped for more
recovered  thoughts  and cocked his head. A beat. "Doctor, that someone told me it
was not my time.  He stood by the gates...they were open if I wanted them to be.
I wanted to go  through them so much but I ...I had more to do here..."
"Thank God. What  more?"
"I had to be here for you.  Protect your faith..."
"Coming back from the dead  is a good way to do that..."
"I had to come back. I had  to be with you more. You and Jesse...my love...but.."

"What is  it?"
"Where is he, Doctor?  Where's Jesse?"
The Doctor let go of  Jeremy's head and dropped his arms and turned away.
He dropped his head. Jeremy became  worried, "Doctor? Doctor, what is it? Where
IS he?"
"We'll never be able to  travel with Jesse again, Jeremy."
"What? Why? What IS going  on?"
"This is the Land of Fiction,  Jeremy."
"No  shit..."
"Sarcasm?"   The Doctor turned back to the  bare-chested beauty.
"Yeah, detected that, have  you?"  Jeremy smiled.
"Oh my God, let me look at  you!"  The Doctor put his hands  around Jeremy's
waist.
Jeremy smiled and put his  hands over the Doctor's, "Doctor...Doctor..."  He
kissed the Doctor's neck now but then pulled away,  "Jesse...Doctor..."
"My 2nd self  came here, once, by accident, with Jamie and Zoey. A man that
was called the  Master of the land of fiction was an old man from  1926,"
"Is that the time we're  in?"
"It's possible. It's also  possible that we are in no time. Time's End.
Timeless space if it is space. We  seem to be in a land that's out of time and
space altogether. But I  digress..."
"Sorry."
"Don't be. I love  everything you say and everything you ask."
Sitting behind the controls  and looking at the scanner,  Jesse  watching,
smiled. "Me, too."
"He was a famous author of  boys' stories..."
"A man after my own  heart..."
"Yes, mine too, both of  them. He wrote for the Ensign Magazine. He vanished
from his home...the aliens,  I'm not sure
If they were the Gods Of Ragnorak, those  who created this place...or other
aliens used by them...kidnapped him to be the  writer here. When I took him back
home, away from this place...the land was gone  but it was recreated by that
stupid  Meddling Monk and he kidnapped an adolescent to be the new Writer...a kid
named  Jason from 20th century Earth...the Monk had been fiddling with my own
personal past..."
"That's the way to keep it  focused on me, Doctor,"  Jesse  yawned.
"...myself, , y  7th persona,"  the Doctor  said, using the Scottish blurs of
his 7th self and stressing the  Rs,  "Ace, and Benny just escaped  with our
lives using tricks and some of Jason's own power from him.  I had the Time Lords
set up a barrier  around the land of fiction so that it could not effect us
again and some time  later I stopped the Monk with a lot of trouble from doing
his evil upon me and  my companions, He even tried to use Ace against  me..."
Jesse had his head back and  was snoring. Asleep.
"What's this got to do  with...?"
"Well, energy from the Land  seeped through the barrier. Through a flaw in
the universe. Caused all sorts of  trouble with my dreams, my companions  Benny,
Chris, Roz and  Melanie  Bush..."
"Bush? Ewl..."  Both Jeremy and Jesse said. Or rather  Jesse would have said
if he were awake. IN his dream he flinched and made a  "grossed out" face.
The Doctor ignored Jeremy's  comment,  "Even the... the  universe..."
"It's always the universe  isn't it?"  Jeremy asked. He  sighed.  "The Time
Lords, they  really were a useless bunch,"  Jeremy said and he could see as
soon as he said it, that the Doctor was  hurt by it. His face showed that he
still stung from the Time Wars and his part  in them and the fact that his
people and his family were all gone from it.  "Oh, I didn't mean in the normal
sense..."
"Thanks, that helps a  lot..."  The Doctor smiled. "They were  though.
Useless bunch..."  He smiled.  "Still, a lot of them, I liked..."
"Yeah me too. I mean I  would have if they had survived the Time Wars..."
Jesse woke up, startled,  and then looked at the screen. He then realized
again what was going on.   "Oh God, will you two get on with  the explanations...
fuck, I'm going to write it myself..."
"We heard that,"  Jeremy  laughed.
"You were meant  to."
"Doctor..."
"He'll be in that chair  until he dies, Jeremy."
"We've got to do  something!"
"There's nothing we can  do."
"Tell me more about  this...this fucked up place."
"When I realized what happened, I battled  Jason again and fought my
fictional self Doctor  Who..."
Jesse and Jeremy both  laughed.
The Doctor cleared his  throat and went on. "I then made Jason my ally and
companion for a short time  and brought him back home...I think to 1993..."
Jeremy wondered,  "Is that the year we are  in?"
"It doesn't matter!"  Jesse and the Doctor both  yelled.
"Okay, okay!"  Jeremy gasped, putting his hands  up.
"And in 2001 or was it  4000? Doesn't matter,"  the Doctor  added, "He
tried to get revenge on me in a way. Before I made him my friend  again. He just
wanted to seek out injustice, raise rebel armies, and beat up  green monsters,
flirt with warrior women..."
"Except for that last bit,  sounds exactly like us..."  Jeremy  smiled.
Jesse: "Sigh. Even writing  their dialog is difficult because they're
writing themselves, even inside my  head! Argghh! Get on with it!"
"To make a long story  short..."
"Or a short story  long?"   Jeremy  joked.
Jesse pointed at the  scanner, "Yeah, that one, that one!"
"When the land of fiction  was closed off by the Time Lords, it could do no
harm to anyone. Couldn't even  really look for a replacement for Jason...I
closed off the seepage but forgot,  when the Time Lords were destroyed over and
over again in the Time Wars, there  was no longer a look over the land of fiction...
and my memory was played with so  many times before and during the Time Wars...
not that before and during mean  anything in Time Wars...that I forgot...about it...
apparently it's been just working  and writing WITHOUT a writer. That's why
it is so erratic...good one moment...  "
"The great sex..."  Jeremy said, "I had...almost had...uh,  uh...."
"It's all right. We have an  open understanding, the three of us..."
Jeremy frowned, "Just two  now?"
"I'm afraid so. Jesse took  that mantle knowing that in saving you...and hence
my life through you...he'd be  making the sacrifice of having to stay in that
chair for the rest of his life.  It will provide food and water for him but he
can never leave unless someone  takes his place..."
"That's it, then, I'm  taking his place..."
"Oh no, you're not!"  Jesse called down to them, "I've closed  off this
area so you can never get to it..."   He looked as the Doctor turned  toward the
TARDIS, which Jesse made reform and appear near the pair. "And not  even with
the TARDIS...now, get out of here, the pair of you. Get in that big blue  box and
dematerialize and don't look back...I'm...I'll have fun here...I can do
whatever I like..."
Jeremy's eyes now filled  with tears. "That sitting there, that will just
kill  him..."
"I know,"  the Doctor said, his eyes filling up  also.
"Look just go!"  Jesse yelled.  "Leave!"
"No!"  Jeremy yelled, "No fucking  way!"
"My sentiments  exactly,"  the Doctor stated, flatly  and then drew himself
up to his full height, put his hands on Jeremy's  shoulders, then tapped Jeremy
's nose with his right pointer finger.
"There's nothing you can  do!"  Jesse said.  "Nothing!"
"Then we'll stay too,"  Jeremy  said.
"And become fiction with  you."   The Doctor nodded,  "It's the only way."
"Doctor, you CAN'T do  that!"  Jesse yelled, "You can't.  The universe,
universes, multiverses, they all need  you."
"Well, I need YOU!" The  Doctor yelled and turned from Jeremy, "Just as much
as I need Jeremy and the  Tardis...! I NEED YOU!!!!"
"Get the fuck out of  here!"  Jesse said, "I don't want  you here. I'm ...I'
m tired of you both anyway, go!!"
"We don't believe you!  AND we're not leaving!"  Jeremy  yelled.
"I..."  Jesse looked at the pen he held in his  hand. "I can make you leave.
I will make you  leave."
"Not without  you."
"What?"  Jesse turned, "Who said  that?"
"What's going on?"  The Doctor asked, "Who's  there?"
"Shut up a second and I'll  let you know!"  Jesse  yelled.
"You know..."  The Doctor gripped Jeremy's sweat pants'  white ties and
pulled them tight, making Jeremy squirm a bit and laugh, "...there  are times he
reminds me of my tetchy first self!"
"Who? Who are  you?"  Jesse asked. "That...that's not  possible..."
"You will not stay  here."   Gentle hands lifted  the cap from Jesse's blond
head. Jesse looked at it. "Get  up."
"But..."
"Don't make me say it  twice."   A feminine voice. But  from a male.
Jesse stood and looked at  the new arrival. "Where did you come from?"
"Wherever I want  to."
"Is it Jason?"  The Doctor  yelled.
"Will you shut up?"  Jesse yelled, "I"ll fill you in  later..."
"I certainly hope so...if we  get out of this mess."
"Fill me in too?"  Jeremy asked.
"Jeremy, you shut up,  too,"  Jesse yelled. The boy moved  his hands to Jesse
's upper arms and moved Jesse out of the way of the chair and  he moved to
sit in it. Jesse tried to block him, "You can't. It..."  Jesse pointed at the
boy, "I know who  you are now."
"You  do?"
"Yes, the way you  look..."
"I can look any way I want  to."   The boy had a part in  his hair, long,
long hair. One side of his hair was completely white, the other  fine black. One
pupil was black, the other white. His lips were flesh colored as  was his
skin. On one hand he had black nail polish, the other white. He wore a  shirt
that was half white on one side and half black on the other. And a cape,  just
the same but the black and white were not on separate sides. The clothes  were
white and black, for instance, his shirt was black on the left side, white  on
the right; his pants were black on the right side and white on the left. His
boots were white on the right side and black on the left. "Look into my  eyes
..."
Jesse did so. The eyes  changed to blue. The hair changed to bright red. The
boy had freckles now.  "You....you're the son of the Black and White Guardian,
aren't  you?"
The boy smiled, "Yes. I  am."   He lifted Jesse by his  hips and moved him
aside easily. "I can do just about anything."  He sat  down.
Jesse jumped to stop him  but decided to jump  back from that  jump. "But you'
ll have to stay here forever..."
"I love to write. As a  confused being, neither light nor dark, neither evil
nor  great..."
Jesse looked at him, "I  think...I think you are great..."  He  smiled.
The boy smiled. "When I was  born...I had no family but you, the Doctor and
Jeremy aside from my fathers and my  non human grandparents. It was most
confusing. I followed your travels and  questioned your motives and movements. I
watched. I like you three. You are like  my family."
"Glad we are,"   Jesse smiled. "But staying  here?"
"My imagination has grown  because of you three, your little Robot Dog, who'
s safely in the TARDIS by now,  by the way. And your TARDIS and your allies
and even your enemies. You have  given me thoughts, fun thoughts, dark thoughts,
good and bad, love and hate,  life and death. I do this to relieve you of
your burden of staying here. The  Doctor and the universe will have no further
threat from  this marvelous land of fiction. I shall  control it. I shall keep
it in line, so to speak. When I was born, I tried to  fight my nature as my
fathers before me tried. And failed. As they did, I did.  But now I can accept my
nature."
"Still but to stay here...?"
The boy vanished. The pen  wrote. The boy appeared. "See?"
"I did. I do. No, I don't.  Yes. No. Yeah, but wha?"
"You are the funny  one..."
"Yeah a barrel of  laughs...down the Niagara Falls  ..."
The boy smiled, pearly  white teeth, black tongue. "I can come and go from
this Land as I see fit. I can  do so and still control it. I can write even when
I'm not here. I can be in two  places at once..."  he demonstrated.  Jesse
turned to see the boy sitting on the steps and in the chair at the same  time. "
Or I can be in two times at once or not even be here at all but still  control
this land..."
"JESSE!"  The Doctor ran up the steps, with  Jeremy following closely behind
him.  "JESSE!"
Jesse turned and the Doctor  hit him full on with a major hug. He rubbed Jesse
's back. Jesse hugged the  Doctor tightly. "You..."
"You were willing to give  up everything for me and Jeremy..."  The Doctor put
his head on Jesse's neck and kissed him. He rubbed his  back and up to the
shoulders and back down to around to the front to the ribs.
Jeremy came to them and  hugged them both, taking them both in.
The boy watched, puzzled  for a short time. He smiled at them. "I like your
shows of affection. It is what  makes you three so special...even among the other
 Doctors..."
"Are you sure about  this?"  Jeremy turned to him and  knelt down to the boy
in the chair.
The boy nodded and seemed  innocent and younger than he was. "I am sure. Uh
uh."
Jeremy smiled and rose up  and kissed the boy's cheek. "Thank  you. We owe
you everything."
"Nothing. I owe you my own  emotion, my own core if you will to you three.
You were there for me. Without  following the three of you I would not be love.
I would be nothing but a tumble  of confusion and worry and impotent rage and
laziness. I would get nothing done  with my own life. This way I can imagine,
I can write, I can be, I can fly, I  can live..."
"You..."  the Doctor came to the boy and Jeremy  moved aside, went to Jesse
and kissed him on the mouth deeply. The Doctor took  the boy's hands, "I do owe
you. No one's really done anything like this for me  before, not out of love
..."
"I love my family..."  the boy stated, "Now go. Your physical  selves and
this land do not always mix well and it wants you to stay...it likes  you. It wants
you not out of malice but out of  desire to keep you here in adventures...so
you must leave now."
The Doctor turned, put his  hands around both his companions' backs and
ushered them toward the steps, "Time  to leave, boys..."  the Doctor whirled  back
to the boy and the others looked at him, too. "Visit us any time, any  place,
any where, even inside the TARDIS, I know you can get inside it, and  there aren
't many who can do that..."
The boy brightened,  "Thanks, Doctor..."
"Thank  you!"
"It's so good to meet  another caring human..."  Jeremy  started.
The boy turned to them,  "I'm not human..."
"Yes, I know, slip of the,  eh, tongue,"  Jeremy looked at Jesse  and Jesse
winked at him.
"Down the steps..."  The Doctor  said.
"No need,"  the boy said and waved his hand. The  TARDIS materialized
quickly and not in its normal manner. It was there in the  control room. "Benjamie
and K9 are waiting for you inside. I thought about  making the TARDIS a giant
puzzle that the five of you had to put back  together...."
The Doctor went to the boy  and leaned in to him, "Been there, done that...wasn
't  fun..."
The boy smiled, "...but I  thought you've all been through enough..."
"We have, thanks,"  Jeremy smiled back at the  boy.
The Doctor patted the boy  on the head and kissed his cheek, "Fair well, as I
know you shall."
The Doctor opened the door  and the three of them went inside, turning back
in their stride to look at the  boy one more time. He  waved at  them.  The
doors closed and the  TARDIS took off. The boy watched it vanish and smiled. "Now
how can I make  Margie Lowpay come back to life...and then kill her off again?
I wonder...maybe it's  best she stay the way she is now...inconsequential. That'
s a nice word, that  is...think I'll use it"
"Oh, it's good to be home  again,"  Jeremy spread his arms out  wide inside
the console room.
"Sure is,"  Jesse said, "I can't wait to get some  sleep. Oh and Doctor?"
The Doctor paused at the  console, "We're getting a distress signal..."
Jesse said, "That's all  well and good but Doctor, can we please have, like,
a fucking  normal-time-moving-forward simple adventure in a normal space time
planet like  we used to? Is it possible? For you to arrange?"
"I'll try..."   The Doctor looked at the console,  "But this looks serious..."
Sigh.
TBC