Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2006 12:49:25 EST
From: J
Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 63

DOCTOR WHO, JEREMY, AND  JESSE  63
DOCTOR,  WHERE?

Sirius Satellite:
Fred Norris plays the song  I'M COMING OUT SO YOU BETTER GET THIS PARTY
STARTED while Robin and Howard talk  over the radio.
"So Robin, have you heard  about the two young hot guys that came out over
the  weekend?"
Robin laughed, "Was it this  weekend? I did see that..."
"Well, I'd think you'd  think, they are hot. If I wasn't the straightest
Jew on the face of the Earth,  I'd stick my sausage up their poop shooters too,
know what I  mean?"
Robin laughed a great deal  and then said, "Oh, Howard stop it. I do think
they're very brave  though..."
"Best thing is that the  homeless people who attended their banquet...they
like gave a lunch dinner banquet  for the homeless people..."
Robin opened the newspaper  and read,  "Oh, I think it was for  everyone that
was there..."
"Was it, really? Not just  the homeless guys. See, I would've thought it was
just for the hot homeless  guys..."
Robin laughed, "No, no, no.  Howard, stop it. They did something nice."
"Yeah, now that's a press  conference. Dudes, I'm gay and now, come and have
something to eat, and not my  own pisshee..."
"Oh my,"  Robin laughed.
"No, seriously I like those  two guys. That other one, my daughter liked for
a long  time."
"Deborah?"
"Yeah, and Ashley, too.  They liked both of them. The other one was in Peter
Pan, so you'd knew he was  gay from that point on but whatever. I think it was
nice of them. I'd love to  get them on the show."
Gary came in and was eating. Through stuffing his face,  Gary said,  "Boss, I'
m in touch with their agents now but they're pretty  busy..."
"Really? I mean the singer  one, he's...what's his name?"
"He's Jesse and the Peter  Pan one is Jeremy..."
"Easy to get them mixed  up."
"Hard too,  boss."
"Is that supposed to be  funny?"
"No, boss but anyway,  they're always busy..."
"I  mean they are popular but they're not  like A list celebrities, like me..."

Robin laughed, "Oh, you  are?"

"Welllll....I'd like to get  them on this show. For my gay audience, you know
..."
"Not for  you?"
"No, my sword fighting days  are over, Robin."
Robin laughed some more and  loudly.
Medley of  magazine and newspapers covers as we  hear the song, "I'm Coming
Out So You Better Get this Party  Started."
One says all homeless  people at the lunch diner that Jeremy served up at the
Hollywood and Vine  Restaurant were slipped gift bag of gold. Jesse had
wondered if that was a bit  much. Jeremy asked him, "Oh, which of them did you
suggest we leave  out?"
They were on the cover of  OUTLOOK MAGAZINE. Other gay magazines, too. THE
ADVOCATE, PM ENTERTAINMENT, and  even and most importantly and glamorously, XY
MAGAZINE. The photographer kept  having to tell the shirtless youths that this
was XY MAGAZINE, not XXX magazine.
"Hey, guys, you wanna cool  it down a little,"  he had said,  removing his
own neck scarf to relieve the sweat he was feeling from the heat  they were
generating, "This is XY magazine, not XXX magazine. Or Scum On My  Belly..."
Of course they were happy  with each other but they to fake a maximum amount
of joy and glee, for they were  ultimately sad about the Doctor's decision to
leave them.
They even had a comic drawn  about them: J and J's Bed and Breakfast. They
would have traded it all for the  TARDIS.
"I tell you what though,  that William Mosley's hot as fucking hell."
"Uh? Who?"  Jeremy asked, from the computer desk.  Then absentmindedly, "Oh.
OH. Yeah, he is. He's great. Nice guy,  too."
Jesse paced back and forth,  a paper of lyrics and musical notes in his
hands, switching back and forth from  one hand to the other and then he held the
paper, sometimes, in both hands,  while reading them. He would put the paper
close up to his eyes, as if that  would help him figure out the lyrics. And
sometimes, this did. "It's tough being  stuck in one time and one place, isn't it?
I miss  it..."
"I miss him. I don't care  if he'd choose to stay here if he came back and
decided never to travel again,  just as long as he came back."
"The old bastard,"  Jesse smiled as he added that. Jeremy  didn't look
behind him.
They were in Jesse's lavish  California  apartment, Jeremy slaved on the
computer while Jesse puttered about, even wrote  some new songs. "Give it up, dude,
"  Jesse told Jeremy. Jesse paced, trying to work out lyrics he was creating
for a new song and saying them out loud. Jeremy sat at the computer, trying
to  find something.
"I dunno,"  Jeremy said, his lisp back and stronger  than ever. "It's as if
nothing I fucking do today is working. I think maybe I  should go back to bed
and sleep until tomorrow."
Jesse looked over his  shoulder, "Wadda mean?"
"I  mean the computer's not working  right..."
"Not like K9 is  it?"
"No and it's fuckin pissing  me off,"  Jeremy wanted to slap  it.  Then a
wry smile passed over  his face, "A bit more like the TARDIS than K9..."
Jesse put his head, from  behind, to the side of Jeremy's face and touched
cheeks with him, "Yeah, I'll  say. A lot like the TARDIS..."
"If I thought it was,  really, I'd hit it,"  Jeremy's face  turned back to
aggravation.
Jesse stood back from  Jeremy again.  He shook his head.  "The TARDIS..."
Jesse mused, a hint of  admiration, fascination and his own  aggravation at
it..and at the Doctor, for leaving.
Jeremy's eyes lit up. "Hey,  look at this, dude. This guy, Brit black guy,
Mickey, uhm, Smith. He's got this  web site. It's all about..."
Jesse  leaned back over him, put his chin on  Jeremy's back at first, then on
his shoulder. "Yeah, that's him. Where's there's  trouble, there's the
Doctor...and in his wake, death and destruction..."
"And ultimately  peace...''  Jeremy turned to look at  Jesse but found his
lips locked with the other. Jesse kissed him and had tears  in his eyes. When
they parted, Jeremy turned to the screen, "It is about him.  Look at the
different faces..."
"You've seen them  before..."
"I always get the feeling  there's always more of him, of his regenerations
around, more to see,"  Jeremy said, "But I think I like our  version best..."
"Not at the moment,"  Jesse stood up. He looked away, "Play  with your sites
some more and then come to bed and I do mean  cum..."
Jeremy kept typing, "Don't  give up on him..."
Jesse nodded, "I haven't. I  haven't...thought of it that way..."
Jeremy peeked closer to the  screen, "Don't...then..."
"Don't?"
"Think about it..."   Jeremy looked closer, his nose  almost touching the
screen, "Those incidents with the spaceship in the  Thames...this guy's got a whole
thing on his  site...I think I found something..."
Jesse moved to his knees  and read.  "UNIT, United  Intelligence Task Force..."

"They know the Doctor and  he knows them. He was even stuck here for a few yea
rs, four or five, in the 70s  or the 80s some sites say ...and do you remember...
?....the Doctor telling us, well,  really Micki Foster and Ryan telling us
that there were a secret race of  telepaths, maybe more than one race, or more
than one or two groups...living among  us human beings?"
Jesse nodded, "Yeah,"  he pointed at Jeremy, his other  hand  holding the
sheet music, "Some  of them called themselves  the  Tomorrow People..."
"UNIT might know how to get  in touch with them or someone who might be able
to get in touch with them. I  mean surely if anyone knew how to get in touch
with the dumb Doctor, these  telepaths might..."  Jeremy  said.
"That's grasping at  straws..."   Jesse looked at him  and back to the
screen. "Do they give any names of any UNIT  people?"
"A lot of dead ones,"  Jeremy said, "Supposedly dead ones.  There've been
quite a few cover ups attached to their name...United Intelligence  Task Force...
oh, look at that one..."
Jesse did. "Sheesh, is he  old or what?"
"Yeah,"  Jeremy said and scooped up the sheet  music from Jesse's hand.
Jesse gasped, "Hey, watch  it. I need that..."
Jeremy looked down the  name. "Brigadier Gordon Alastair Lethbridge Stewart..."

"Wait a minute, I just  thought of something. We're both fools..."
"Aye?"
"That Ryan bloke. He got  turned into a boy about nine years old in what year
were we  in?"
"1991, I think...why?  Oh..."   Jeremy realized what  Jesse was thinking.
"Yeah, he's probably around  what, 26 now?"
"I see what you mean. We  don't need this Brigadier bloke. All we have to do
is find Ryan  Dalion."
"Yeah,"  Jesse said, "Think  you can?"
Jeremy was already typing,  "Sure can try. First time I have to find a guy on
 line..."
Ryan was easy enough to  find. Micki Foster's store CURIOUS GOODS was located
on line and with it her  address. Jeremy called Micki, who was shocked to
hear from him after so many  years. "For us it's only been a few weeks,"  he
told her, amused.
"Ryan is 26,"  she told him. "He's a full Tomorrow  Person by now. And I
think he can help you. He'll be right  over."
"He'll be right  over?"
"What, now?"  Jesse said and hovered over Jeremy and  the phone. He was
tired.
Jeremy waved him off,  "Okay, sounds great."
"Just give me the address  you are at and Ryan will mentally plot them with
TIM, the Tomorrow People's  biotronic computer and he'll be right there in a
flash."
Jeremy did this, "He's  coming now..."
"Right now?"  Jesse asked.
Ryan, a handsome, friendly  faced man appeared in the room. "There's no time
like the present."
"Wow, that WAS fast,"   Jeremy jumped.
"Now, Micki didn't....holy  crap, you two look..."   Ryan  moved up close to
Jeremy and then to Jesse, "You haven't aged a bit since...oh,  yeah, of course,
time travel..."
"Yeah,"  Jesse said, "I guess  you Tomorrow People are used to  that?"
"Not all of us but I am.  And a few others are well versed in it. Do it all
the time, some of us,"  Ryan said. He was wearing a button down  jacket, which
he began to open, "New  Hampshire weather, this time of year..."
"We have to find the friend  of ours, you remember, the Doctor..."
"Yeah, I know the  Doctor,"  Ryan smiled, "What  happened?"
Jeremy began to talk but  Jesse broke in before Jeremy could  even speak one
word, "We got separated and we need to get back to his  TARDIS..."
"A TARDIS,"  Ryan blinked, "Wow. Haven't heard about  one of those for a
long time."
"You're familiar with  TARDISES?"   Jeremy  asked.
"Sure, had a lot of trouble  with one or two of those once and the Doctor
helped us out. It happened a bit  before I broke out. But I didn't connect your
Doctor to the Doctor the Tomorrow  People once met,"  Ryan said, "He  was
sorta like that guy from ARE YOU BEING SERVED? Whatzisname Mister  Humphries..."
Jesse held the bridge of  his nose, "Another Doctor regeneration. This is
getting  confusing..."
"I'm sorry,"  Ryan put his jacket  down.
"Do you want something to  drink?"  Jeremy  asked.
Ryan nodded, "No, no. I'm  okay."
"So can you do it?"   Jesse got to the point, "Can you  get us back to the
Doctor as he travels in time and  space?"
"Alone, I can't, no. But I  know some people, two of them Tomorrow People
and one of them, well, a sort of  guardian of Tomorrow People, who can help."
"Will  they?"
"I can't see why not,"  Ryan smiled at them, "I'll contact them
telepathically and give them a query..."
"A queery?"  Jesse turned to Jeremy as Ryan  began,  "Is he making fun of
us?"
"Shhh,"  Jeremy waved him off and hit Jesse's arm  down as Jesse pointed at
Ryan and then at him.
"I'm in telepathic contact  with Borj Camer. He's on his way with two of his
friends. If anyone can help you  get back to the Doctor, it's those three.
They're three of the strongest  telepaths on Earth...and probably stronger than a
great deal of many an  extraterrestrial at that."
"You're taking this all  with a grain of salt,"  Jeremy  smiled, "I like
that..."
"When you've been traveling  through time and space as long as I have and
also through hell and back,"  Ryan began.
Jesse looked at him, "I'll  just be in my bedroom. I don't think I want to
do this after  all..."
"Jesse,"  Jeremy said, "Don't..."  He went to Jesse and held his arms,  "
Will you excuse us for a moment?"
Ryan nodded, "They'll be  here in seconds..."
Jeremy looked, "Make  yourselves at home when they get here."   He took
Jesse to the balcony and  opened the door. He took Jesse outside. Jesse leaned on
the balcony rail and  looked out at the lights toward the city.
"You aren't giving up on  him, are you?"
Jesse didn't look back,  "Listen, I can't help it. I am thinking about it.
He left us, remember. He gave  up on us."
"I don't think of it that  way and neither do you. I remember you saying he
thinks we left him,"  Jeremy said, "Though I can't understand  that...I guess...
I guess..."
"He thinks we want a life  on Earth living all our lives one day at a time,
week after week, day after day,  something he can never have...thinks it gives
our lives meaning. He thinks now  that we've conquered one part of our lives,
that we want to be content in one  spot."  He turned around to look at  Jeremy, "
It's why..."  Tears were  coming down his face, "...it's why he's such an
asshole..."
"Come here,"  Jeremy opened his arms and Jesse went  into them. "I think you
need a hug and more..."   He held him.
"Your ride back to him is  probably here already,"  Jesse said.  "Or should
I say rides."   He  looked up. Although Jeremy had his back to the doors,
Jesse could see the person  moving the curtains to an open station. Someone was
pulling open the curtains  that Jeremy had shut when they came out.  It was a
dark skinned Italian. He looked a lot like Sage Stallone, the  son of Sly
Stallone. He wore a black leather jacket with long sleeves, black  dungarees and had
curly black hair. He winked at Jesse and nodded for him to  come inside.
Jesse nodded to him,  "Jer, they're here..."
"Let's go,"  Jeremy said
Borj was 30, blond and  peaceful faced. Rico was buff, much more buff than he
used to be as a short,  almost puny 14 year old. He was now 29. Rollin was 28
and more at peace with  himself now. All three had many children, Borj had
the most. They had all lived  a long time in their short lives and time
traveled, space traveled, and blinked  and winked through various universes and
multiverses. They had also put to rest  some very nasty alien villains, Earth
enemies, and the like. Of course, their  adventures were on going even to this day
but they were no longer the children  they had been. They introduced
themselves. While Borj was cheerful and happy,  something Jeremy felt Borj was often,
and Rollin was just sensual and  mysteriously curious about them...and he was also
gay and liking what he saw...it  was Rico who was most churlish, willful, and
in a bad mood. Both boys found  their hair standing on end when they came
anywhere near Rico. Borj looked at  Jesse, "Are you...are you...all right?"
"All right?"   Jesse  asked.
Ryan smiled, "Borj, among  other powers, is an empathy...he can feel what you
feel..."
"If we are going to do  this,"  Rico stated, "Let's do it.  I've got things
to do...and I'm not even sure why we're doing this for total  strangers..."
Ryan smiled, moved over to  Rico and patted him on the back, "Rico, Rico,
Rico."   Rico had long brown hair, was  Puerto Rican, and wore short legged blue
leather pants, a short cut black tee  shirt and a denim jacket. "First, my old
friend, they're not strangers. I met  them in 1991...and they brought back a
few cursed  objects..."
Rico nodded, "Well, why  didn't you say so. Anyone that returns cursed
objects can't be bad at all..."  He smiled and put his hand out to shake  their's.
They obliged. "Sorry about the attitude...but we've encountered our fair  share
of traps in the past..."
Rollin put his chin on  Rico's shoulder, "And bad guys posing as good  guys..."

Jesse frowned, "We're  totally good guys. We have no powers though,
unfortunately."
"I..."  Jeremy looked at Jesse, "WE ....we just  want to get back to the
Doctor. He might need us."
"I..."  Jesse started but  stopped.
Borj smiled and took his  hands, "Listen, there's something I must tell you.
Warn you about. If you're not  into this, not totally sure of wanting to get
back to the Doctor, this might not  work. In fact, more than that, it could be
...well, dangerous for all of  us..."
"What do you mean?"   Jesse asked and wanted this blond  older guy to hold
his hands forever. He felt a warm feeling from this strange  angel like
character. A man from Denmark. And those blue eyes  penetrated his soul. He felt calm
and at ease at once. And all the angst floated  from his body and up through
the top of his head.  "Wow..."
"Is that a yes?"  Borj asked.
"You...you're an angel,  aren't you?"  Jesse  asked.
Rico put a fist to his  mouth and coughed, "Look...we can get on with this?"

"Yeah,"  Ryan said, "We're all willing and able  and ready..."
"One minute,"  Jesse said, "Why all  this?"
"Huh?"  Everyone else except Rico asked. Rico  put an eyebrow up.
"Why are you all willing,  able, and ready....?"
Jeremy wanted to tell Jesse  to shut up but for once, he held back. He had
questions  also.
"I'm not sure what you  mean,"  Borj cocked his  head.
"You three obviously have  things to do, people to do, places to see, lives
to save, you all obviously have  busy lives...full lives..."
Rollin cocked his head for  once, "Yeah, finally...."
Jesse went on, "So why are  you three, four if  you count Ryan  there..."
"Thanks,"  Ryan put his hand  up.
"And he's been collecting  cursed objects and antiques for what? Close to 25
 years?"
"Not that long..."  Ryan said, "But Uncle Lewis's stuff is  almost all
captured and in the vault..."
Jesse shook his head to  ignore that,  "Point is why? Jeremy  and I are mere
strangers to you three..."
"Don't you trust us?"  Rollin raised an  eyebrow.
"I do,"  Jeremy  said.
"Shut up, Jeremy,"  Jesse said.
Jeremy frowned. "I'll go it  alone if you don't..."
"So tell me, what you have  to gain by this? Why do it?"  Jesse  went on.
"I, uh, we, ah,"  Borj stammered.
Rollin blurted it out,  "We're all fans."
"What?"  Jesse asked. Jeremy covered his mouth  with his hands.
"Yeah,"  Borj smiled. "I love your music,"  he looked at Jesse and Jesse
could see  innocence in his eyes and truth. He warmed to this one quickly.
"You  do?"
"Yeah, especially the love  songs and the romantic ones, the more romantic
the better..."  Borj smiled again. There was no sexual  content in this one,
Jesse smiled. It was refreshing. No maliciousness, no  ulterior motive. That would
have been enough but Rollin put his word  in.
Rollin raised his hand, "I  like the darker stuff..."
Jesse looked, "And  you?"
Rico put on foot over the  other. "I...I like all things Peter Pan..."
Jeremy blushed. Then he put  on his semi false bravado and thrust his chest
out, be it not bigger than  Rico's, although he was taller. "You didn't get
bothered by the fact that he  wasn't British?"
Rico nodded,  "No, you did Peter Pan justice...besides,  Pan was raised by  or
lived near the  more common fairies and who's to say they didn't speak
American...I mean Americans  are more common class...no offense..."
Jeremy waved, "None  taken."
"Speak for yourself."   Jesse  said.
"I really liked it, the  movie,"   Rico smiled and then  frowned to cover
the smile up. "If they had bypassed you playing Pan for the  accent reasons,
they would have been real  assholes..."
"What about me?"  Jesse  asked.
"I know your music,"  Rico said, "I'm aware of it. I also  think you're
cocky..."
"Look who's talking,"   Rollin whispered to nearly  frightened Borj, who didn
't like to upset Rico.
"Cocky?"  Jesse asked,  "Me?"
"Very much so,"  Jeremy alluded to something  else.
"Yeah, you're  conceited,"   Rico said, "I  like that. I think some time we
might like it if we got together to make a song  or two..."
Jesse smiled, "Yeah, I'd  like that."
"Don't forget we also know  the Doctor and like him,"  Borj  said, "So it's
for him as well as for you two."
"Now then, can we figure  out where this Doctor of your's might be?"  Ryan
asked.
"I don't. He could be  anywhere in time and space. It's how he lives, you
know..."
"Well, we can begin  searching everywhere and anywhere,"  Rollin said, "I'm
somewhat of  a Time Guardian, a future Tomorrow Person but broken out now,
three times  actually. I can scan but if we...if we could narrow it down, that
might help...a  lot..."
"Were there any hints as to  where he might go next?"  Rico  asked.
Jesse looked sheepish now.  "I'm...I, uh, I don't know how to tell you this
but I might  know..."
Jeremy turned to him,  "What? How? Where?"
"Of course, it's just a  hunch, a guess, a ..."
"Jesse, quit stallin and  tell us,"  Jeremy grabbed his arms  gently.
"Okay, okay,"  Jesse gasped, "I will...you're not gonna  like that we kept
this from you..."
"Come on, tell him, tell  us,"   Rico snapped, "We  haven't got all eternity
..."
Rollin looked at him. Rico  shrugged, "Well, I  haven't..."
"It was when we first  started to look for friends, former enemies of the
Doctor's, and such to go on a  roller coaster ride..."
"Yeah, how can I forget  that? I've had a photo poster of it and you and I
thrust into my face..."
"Like to thrust something  else into your face,"  Jesse smiled  and pulled
him closer.
"Not now,"  Jeremy said, "I'm kinda  pissed..."
Borj looked sheepish and  turned to Rollin, who frowned. Borj dropped the
smile but then Rollin received  it. He smiled back the child-like Dane.
"We had left Fesh and  Benjamie on that planet with the Nanny Robot. Then we
went to  1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 whatzit,  sextillion?"   Jesse searched
 for answers.
Jeremy looks us, "Hey,  yeah, it's an unrecorded adventure. This is DOCTOR
WHO, you didn't think we  didn't have any did you? Plus we just retro-conned
Benjamie out of the TARDIS,  so the Doctor is totally alone, you see, except
for  K9."
FLASHBACK:
Song: BeeGees song Staying  Alive. Sung by Jesse who was at the mike and
wearing outlandish alien clothing.  He had on a shiny orange top, no sleeves,
slightly short cut, showing a sliver  of skin and some navel above and sometimes
below when he moved the right way.  Back up were three  alien women.  They all
seemed slightly green but were regal in some ways. The Doctor sat at a  table
watching them all.  In a foggy  bar on an alien and strange planet. It could
almost be something out of  an old movie, where Humphrey Bogart  says, "Play it
again Sam."   Casa Blanca. Berlin. Smokey but not from cigarettes on this
planet, from aliens who needed the mist to breath properly. As Jesse sung,
Jeremy watched, thinking about all the times the trio had faced death and nearly
didn't stay alive. He recalled the giant komodo chasing them, Washington's
men  pointing guns in their faces, Pacific ancient natives nearly sacrificing
them,  he and Jesse nearly being burned and hung by Pennsylvania Dutch in 1681,
the  Master-a little boy form pointing the TCE at them, The male Rani pointing
 various weapons at them in 1931, also Mr Grace's men chasing them using
dogs,  toward a fence. The lyrics hit home. Jeremy laughed. As Jesse continued to
sing,  Jeremy recalled other things: being shot across the Earth in a rocket,
nude,  landing in New York City, running from giant people collecting machines
in the  future 2782 AD, the train crash---via sabotage by the government--in
Washington  DC and his two friends who died saving his life: the Spanish teen
Harn and the  older man Rob--shot protecting him. Him trapped on a Dalek
spacetime machine, the  Cyberman who protected Jesse...
"Staying  Alive....."
Flashes of the Raston  Warrior Robot, the T-Rex that was nose to nose with
Jesse, Luke Ward, the Black  and White Guardian teens, exploding dimensions,
sheets that attack  you...Jeremy shook his head. And through  it all, the Doctor,
arms open, protective but expansive...standing like a  beacon...
As the song set finished,  Jeremy stood up, "I need a drink..."
"Nothing too strong..."  the Doctor said, "This planet  has..."
"Just a malted..."  Jeremy scoffed and took off toward the  bar.
The Doctor shrugged,  smiled, and lost track of him in the mist and the
crowd. As Jesse began the next  song, "If I Could Turn Back Time..."    the Doctor
began to look  closely at the three girls who were aliens on the planet who met
Jesse as Jesse  took the mike and decided to ask if he could sing. He also
told the audience he  would have liked backup. The girls didn't know the songs
but they were highly  telepathic, which is what made the Doctor suspicious.
They learned the songs in  seconds and did backup splendidly. They were highly
musical, another thing which  made him wonder about them. As the song went on
the Doctor tried to remember all  his regenerations and he thought about them in
 backwards  order...

If I could turn back time
If I could  find a way
I'd take back those words
That hurt you and you'd  stay
He thought about anything he might  have said that bothered Jesse in the
past. He remembered leaving Jesse, his  memories erased somewhat, in the present.
Jesse had slugged him.

I don't know why I did the things I  did
I don't know why I said the things I said
Pride's like a knife, it can  cut deep inside
Words are like weapons, they wound  sometimes
He recalled Jeremy hugging him.  Crying. Angry about his friends being killed
in the future time. Knocking him  down.
I didn't really mean to hurt you
I  didn't wanna see you go
I know I made you cry, but baby
Chorus:
If I could turn back time, if I could  find a way
I'd take back those words that hurt you, and you'd  stay
Then it was Jeremy and Jesse, hands  locked in the air, brought down. Himself
leaving in the TARDIS. Rose. Trapped in  a parallel universe, him separated
from her.  Tegan leaving him in horror over his  lifestyle. Sarah Jane having
to leave, being forced out of the TARDIS when he  was recalled to Gallifrey...
Adric.

"Adric..."


If I could reach the stars I'd give  them all to you

Doctor pointing to flying comets,  stars out over the TARDIS dome in the
observation room. Jeremy in one arm, Jesse  wrapped in the other. Light show
filling the space above, illuminating them  all.


Then you'd love me, love me like you  used to do
If I could turn back time
Regenerating. There have been so  many. He recalled the Time War, the blasts,
the explosion of Gallifrey. The end  of Antalin. Time Lords turning to
skeletons. Daleks bursting at the seams,  embryos. Babies turning to eggs and sperm.


The Doctor  winces.
My world was shattered, I was torn  apart
"Every cell in my body's shattered.  Dying. Again."

Nine into Eight.

Like someone took a knife and drove  it deep in my heart
When you walked out that door I swore that I didn't  care

Sarah leaving again. Tegan running  in terror. "It stopped being fun, Doctor
..."   Aunt Vanessa turned to so high.  Peri left on the planet Thoros Beta in
2378...married to a man she didn't want to  be married to.

But I lost everything darling then  and there
Doctor plunging through time in  battle with the Valeyard. "That's how it
really happened..."



Too strong to tell you I was  sorry
Too proud to tell you I was wrong
I know that I was blind, and  darling
(chorus)
If I could turn back time
If I could  turn back time, oh baby


Eight into Seven. On a slab in a morgue. Alone. Blue  cold. So very cold. Oh,
so very cold. Eight changing to become Seven...Grace  killing Seven on a
hospital bed.  "not human, half human..."

The Doctor looked at the alien women, "Half human...half  alien. Half
Gallfrean? Could they be? Could I have been wrong? I told Rose...I'd  know but..."
I didn't really mean to hurt you
I  didn't wanna see you go
I know I made you cry, and  ooh

Rose crying. Tegan crying. Sarah, "I thought you were  dead."

"I lived. Everyone else  died."

(chorus; minus 'and you'd stay' from the  second line)

Falling through space. Hitting head  on console. Seven becoming Six. Six
falling. Six running carrying Peri. Falling.  Six falling in TARDIS. Becoming
Five, last words, "Adric..."

(Turn back time, find a way)
Then maybe, baby, maybe you'd  stay
On ground surrounded by Adric, Nyssa and Tegan. Five  changing to Four. "He
was the Doctor all the time..."

"They are Gallifrean all the  time..."



(Reach the stars)If I could reach the stars
Four on his back. Lying down. Spiders in mind. Giant  spiders. Jewel from
Metabelis. Radiation. Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart and Sarah  Jane watching. Four
into Three.

(All to you) I'd give them all to you

Three running. Hyper hovercraft, Bessie, heated universe  exploding into
nothing. The Master. Time Lords. Omega. Three falling off a  gantry. Three
spinning. Falling in a circle into the TARDIS doors. Spiraling  into time and space,
new faces. Three falling and becoming ...forced to become  Two. Two lands on
Gallifrey. War Lords, Time Lords, War Chief...Zoey and  Jamie...forced back to their
own times...Two on the floor of the TARDIS...returned in  TARDIS...Two on TARDIS
floor sprawled, becoming an old man...One...Polly and  Ben...treasure chest, opened
chest...One getting younger and  younger...

If I could turn back time....

One becoming the Other, Oth. More Doctors, more  others...

The song ended. The Doctor watched the girls. "We'll do  one more set,"
Jesse announced. The  girls and he kissed and laughed. Then, Jesse came over to
him. He sat down at  the table.  "That was  fun..."

"Good, good," the Doctor said, "I'm glad you're having  fun..."

"What is it?"

"What do you mean?"  The Doctor eyed only the three girls.

"I know you well enough. I know that look. What's  up?"

"Those girls, they...they're from  Gallifrey..."