Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2007 14:00:28 EST
From: J
Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 65---Dark Shadows

DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND  JEREMY  65

A blast leads to whiteness.  Jeremy and Jesse are flung through time and
space into a kaleidoscope of  tinsel like colors, shiny, white, puzzle  pieces of
time and space. They are...
....two American boys are  lost in the swirling maze of past and future ages
during a mission to find the  Doctor, who himself lost may be regenerating into
a new persona...aided by the  most powerful Tomorrow People on Earth in the
present, the mission met with a  strange space phenomena, and went wrong,
thrusting the boys into a vast  explosion and sending them on a journey....Jeremy
Sumpter and Jesse McCartney (who  had the song I'LL TUMBLE FOR YOU stuck in his head--
well, he thought, what else  could he think about as he was thrown past,
almost slow motion-like, various  time openings of crystal-like texture) now
tumble helplessly toward a new  fantastic adventure somewhere along the infinite
corridors of time...
The still whiteness of a  hot summer day over Maine. A green cliffside
overlooking the  Atlantic Ocean, the waters of which are still  on this day, late in
June.   Emerging from the semi thick woods of  healthy looking trees were two
figures.  One was a boy on the verge of manhood, reddish dark hair, so dark
it was almost  but not quite brown, thick red lips almost matching his unusual
hair, beauty  marks making his unmatched face all the more attractive. He was 5
'7 and wearing  a button down silk and purple shirt, black pants and dress
shoes. He and his  cousin, a blond, slightly taller girl, emerged onto a stretch
of  green, well kept land, not far from the  woods. Beyond they could see
some smaller bushes, a Cliffside and the Atlantic Ocean, the waves now rougher
and crashing against  the rocks below. "See, David, no one's here."
"I was sure they were. Just  sitting here and...see I told you!"
Coming from the cliffside,  moving beyond the bushes, were figures. There
seemed to be about ten of them.  Ragged, dirty, and bearded men. Barefoot.
Carolyn tutted, "I told you people  before, we do not allow squatters..."
At first, the ten looked  wary of them and seemed to be trying to avoid them.
Carolyn could see they were  hippies. They wore peace chains, peace tie dye
t-shirts, psychedelic colored  shirts and pants, flowers in their hair and
different colored sunglasses. She  thought they were trying to sneak away.
David was not as convinced.  He squinted at them. "I don't like the way they
 are..."
The ten moved, almost as  one, toward the pair of cousins. They were
unmindful of the way the branches of  the bushes scrapped at their legs, arms, and
even faces as they came at the two.  The knives they pulled were all the same,
old somewhat rusted pocket knives.  Sharp, glinting the sun, they would cause as
much damage as if they were  new.  That plus the way all their  eyes seemed...
dull and lifeless, yet full of murder and hypnotic trance...made  Carolyn warn
David, "Run David!"  She picked up a large rock and held it in both hands, "
David, I said  run!"
David looked at her, "I'm  not a little boy any more, Carolyn. And besides, I
'm not gonna leave  you!"
"Well, then we'll both  run!"   She threw the rock at  them and hit one of
them in the chest and he fell back.  Then he stood up again. They turned to
run back through the woods but five more of these hippies came from the woods.
They smiled as they moved on the pair. The other ten smiled as well.
"Carolyn!"
"David, stay behind  me!"
"But they're on both  sides!"
The new five had no knives  and began to grope at David and Carolyn, their
cold hands, even cold in the  summer heat, tried to grab them in a harder grip
but struggling, David and  Carolyn wouldn't let them. The problem now was the
first ten, coming closer,  raising knives.
Below the waves were just  as cold as the hands, crashing against the rocks
again and again, large waves  sprouting up large splashes, beneath the
Cliffside, unaware of the huge  sprawling mansion and surrounding garage, caretaker's
houses, and more. This was  Collinwood in Collinsport,  Maine, which harbored
more dark  shadows than any haunted planet.
The five began to get their  grips on David and Carolyn. A loud whistling
sound echoed. Everyone, the hippies  included, looked up. From the sky came two
figures. Both blond. Both flailing  arms and legs. The first, slightly bigger
and more muscle bound, landed directly  on the ten who held pocket knives. At
the same time, the second, longer but  straighter blond hair landed on the five
behind David and Carolyn. Jesse shook  his head and wondered why he was
sitting on five men. He had downed all of  them with his landing. "What the  hell?"

David grabbed Jesse's arm,  "Get off them! They're trying to kill us!"
Jesse looked at David.
"You're hot!"  Jesse said as David pulled him up. The  five men stood as
well. Jesse looked at them, "You're not. I was on top of you  five!"   He
shivered. The five  advanced.
Jeremy took in what was  happening immediately. He kicked knives from hands
as he scrambled to his feet.  He also turned a few wrists and in no time the
men were disarmed. They advanced  past him, toward the cousins again.  "Did you
say..."

Carolyn nodded, "Trying to  kill us!!! Help us!"
Jeremy pulled the arm of  one and swung him into two others. The trio fell.
He grabbed at the shoulders of  another, sprung his feet up off the very green
grass and kicked another into  another and the one he held onto he shoved as
he landed on his feet. He ducked  as another swung a rock at him and another
picked up one of the fallen knives  and swung that as well. Knife hit rock over
Jeremy's head. Jeremy struck out  with a kung fu move and made the one with
the rock fall. He then ducked again  and put his hands out, made as if he were
doing push ups and kicked his feet out  into the shins of the knife wielder.
Soon all ten were running away, or  hobbling. Jeremy said, "Yeah, go on, run
then!"
Jesse was punching one of  the five, "A little help here, show off!"  the
one he punched fell and another grabbed his arm and another grabbed  his other
arm! The other two were holding Carolyn and David, one choking Carolyn  from
the front. The other was trying to strangle David from behind.
Jesse jumped through the  air, foot hit into the back of the one holding Jesse
's right arm and as he  landed, he twisted so that his elbow smacked into the
chin of the one strangling  David. Both fell, Jesse free on the right side,
swung his right arm and fist  into the one holding his left arm. That one fell
as well.  Jeremy landed and smacked his fist into  the one on the floor and
sprang up again to face the one choking Carolyn. Jesse  and Jeremy both attacked
him and soon his arms were free of the girl. All of the  hippies ran off now.
"What the hell was that?"  Jesse  asked.
David coughed, "Carolyn,  are you all right?"   He caught  his breath.
"Yes,"  she coughed as well. "Thanks to you  two."
"Yeah, thanks,"  David turned to look at them. His breath  was clearly taken
away again.  "Wow."
"Who are you two?"
"Oh, we just, ahm, drop in  from time to time,"  Jesse  shrugged.
"More importantly, who are  they?"  Jeremy asked, "And shouldn't  we call
the police?"
"Sheriff  Tom Sawyer?  He's..."
"Wait a minute, wait a  minute,"  Jesse put his hands up,  "You have a
Sheriff named Tom Sawyer?"
"Yes, he's new on the job,  the other one retired and the one before him was
killed so..."
"Where is this place?"  Jeremy asked, shaking his head and  cleaning his
hands off from dirt.
"Collinsport, Maine,"   Carolyn shook her  head.
David said, "Boo! Welcome  to the beginning and the end of the world..."
Carolyn went on.   "And you two are very  strange..."
"Carolyn, they just saved  our lives."
"It's all right, we get  that a lot,"  Jesse smiled at the  boy, "Uh, I'm
Jesse..."
Jeremy put his hand out to  David, "Jeremy..."   David shook  it. Jeremy
wanted to kiss it. It was so soft and hairless.
"Carolyn Stoddard."   She put her hand out to the blond  boy.
Jeremy kissed Carolyn's  hand, which made Jesse blink.
Jesse took his mind off  Jeremy's kissing Carolyn's hand.   "We, ahh, we're
looking for....supposed to meet a friend here but so far,  no luck..."  Jesse
said. Well, it  wasn't really a lie.
"Yes, well, shouldn't you  call the police anyway?"  Jeremy  told Carolyn.
"Yeah, I'll go to  Barnabus's and Julia's house. It's closer and since
Barnabus finally installed  electricity there's a perfectly good phone I can use,"
  she stared at the direction the hippies  went in, "They won't bother me,
they went another way. For all the good it will  do, I'll report it."   She
took  off, wondering about the two newcomers.
Jeremy followed her with  his eyes, "What does she mean?"
"Carolyn, my  cousin..."
Jesse smiled, "Cousin. Oh,  good, for a moment, I thought she might have been
your  girlfriend."
David blushed, almost as  red as his hair. "She just meant that we've report
squatters before and  nothing's been done. They've never really attacked us
before. Just harmless  hipsters, that's all. Leftovers from the hippy era.
Like real ungroovy man."
"So why tolerate  them?"  Jesse  asked.
"Our family has been here  for a long time but many families here owe their
pasts to the summer people, who  came here years ago, artists and painters and
stuff like that. It's kinda  tradition to let them alone. Not too many come
anymore. My father used to hate  anyone living on the grounds. Cousin Barnabus
isn't too fond of them either. Or  rather the idea of trespassers."
"Well, if those are the  types that they are, I can't say I blame them!"
Jeremy posed.
"Those call themselves the  Cult of Angelique. She, ahh, if you believe in
such things, she was a witch who  lived here years ago. She also...well got
involved with my family in a big  way..."
Jesse muttered under his  breath, "Oh no, not another witch..."
"A witch? How do you know  all that?"
"I don't know,"  he said, trying to avoid this  conversation. "Oh, I guess
I might as well tell someone. I'm something of a  warlock myself, I mean more
like a wizard..."
"You mean like Harry  Potter?"   Jesse  asked.
"Who?"
"Never mind,"   Jesse  nodded.
"This Barnabus. He had no  electricity?"
"He's pretty low on modern  conveniences and machinery,"  David  smiled, "He
's only now just stepped into the 20th  century."
"Interesting,"  Jeremy said, "Has he lived here his  whole life?"
"He acts like he has. I  mean he seems to know these grounds better than any
of us or anyone for that  matter. Feels like he has. But, no, he arrived in
early 1967 or  so..."
Jesse looked at Jeremy. It  could be the Doctor. But someone so low tech,
might not be.
Jeremy looked around  them,  "Is there a hotel nearby?"

"For you to wait for your  friend?"
"Yeah,"  Jeremy went on, "Or to see if he's  checked in."
"We also need someplace to  sleep,"  Jesse put  in.
"Fraid not. The Collinsport  Inn, well, the new manager there just inherited
it from his father. His name's  Owen Wells. He's got his hands full I'm
afraid. He's asked us to take in some  guests and we've...well, I've obliged. There'
s..."  He nodded for them to follow him and  they began to take the path back
to the mansion, which the boys could not yet  see. "...supposed to be a
fireworks show in a few days, you know to celebrate the  bicentennial...big thing.
..all along here, Collin's Bay all the way to Shipwreck  Point and beyond, dozens
of ships are involved. The hotel's had a bit of an  overflow..."
Jeremy asked,  "So there's tons of new arrivals in the  area?"
"Yup."
"Just our luck."   Jesse murmured.  He nodded, "David, you said
Bi-Centennial, huh, so this is 1976..."
David turned to look at him  in a funny way, "Yeah..."
"July?"
"In ahh, about two  days,"  David said, "It's June  29th...there's the 30th....
"  He laughed.
"We're not...crazy, David and  since you trusted us, I'll tell you...."
Jeremy said.  "We're just  kinda lost in time..."
"Yeah, I kinda  figured..."  David  said.
"You're accepting it kinda  well,"  Jeremy  said.
"My family's had ahh, well,  a sort of love/hate relationship to time travel
and time itself."
"How so?"  Jeremy  asked.
"Our timeline's been  changed I would say, more than once. The house for
instance, it was built in  three different years, one in the 1800s, one in the
1700s, and one in the 1600s.  I still don't know which has stuck. Why I had a
governess who I liked a lot...  "
"Not that a lot,"  Jesse murmured.
"She vanished into time,  not once, but twice. The second time I never saw
her  again."
"And you know all this  stuff because...?"  Jeremy  asked.
"Because I'm a wizard. I  wasn't always privy to a lot of stuff...but I am
now."
Jesse wondered,   "What do you do, I mean for a  living, David?"
"I'm  just 18..."
"How nice!"  Jesse said.
David eyed him  suspiciously,  "...So I'm still  deciding but right now I run
the fishing fleet my aunt and my father used to  run. She's retired from it
really...not that she ever really did much with it. My  father's the one...who did
most of the work. I'd really like to maybe run a  restaurant in New York or
maybe move to  Jamaica. I think that'd be so  romantic."
Jesse eyed Jeremy behind  David's back. They both thought it. David didn't
look gay but he most likely  was.
They purposely let David  out pace them. Jesse pulled Jeremy back to a
lightning blasted tree. "Jer, if  the Doctor's regenerated...we might not recognize
him as the  Doctor."
"I think we might be able  to. They say the eyes are the window to the soul.
You and I...we both know the  Doc's soul pretty well."
"I dunno."  Jesse nodded, "Maybe...but there's  something else, if he's as
loopy after these changes as the TARDIS databank says  he's been in the
past---I mean that opening vortex---and the loopiness might  have...made him, well,
forget us..."
"He'd never forget  us..."
"He might if he forgot  himself..."
"Hey, let's keep walking  before David notices..."
David did notice. He had to  turn back. "Hey, you two coming or what?"
"Yeah, sorry, we were just  talking about our lost friend."  Jeremy nodded. "
We're a bit worried about  him."
"Welp, we're almost  there...you found your way here, maybe....maybe he landed
here the same as you  did."
"That's what we're  hoping."  Jesse nodded, "And in one  piece."
They walked out of the  forest toward the house...mansion.
"Holy shit!"   Jesse said. "Mansion? It looks  like ten mansions combined
into one."
"Over 80 rooms. The West  Wing had some closed off rooms but we just recently
reopened a it totally. The  East there is still closed off. We had some
people hired to clear up the  exterior but the inside is still..."   He shook his
head.
"I like it."   Jeremy  commented.
"You may not once you've  lived there for a time."   David said. "That was
Widow's Hill we were just near and on and that is  Collinwood. Welcome to the
house of  Dark Shadows, Jesse and Jeremy."
It was magnificent and  imposingly great but even in the summer gleam and
warm wind, it looked like a  great dark hulk, looming over the crest of Widow's
Hill, which was where the  three had just come from. Wings extended in three
directions and it appeared to  be three stories in height. From the front, they
could see the top of some Tower  built into the house, the point extending far
above the third  story.
They walked across the  carriage road which added majesty to the entrance. A
yellow taxi limo just  pulled away, having let in some new guests, what
appeared to be a man dressed  like a pirate shipmate and a black haired curly haired
little boy in a white and  red striped short shirt. The pair had hurried in
quickly. The 20 something year  old "pirate"  held two tubes that  could have
housed plans for architecture. The muppet of a boy held another. But  they
were long gone into the house by time the trio approached the  entrance.
"Oh, I see Harry Jones has  let off two more guests who couldn't find rooms
at the hotel..."
The entrance had an  overhang that curved slightly.
It looked Elizabethan  British Victorian mixed with a specific French Château
of  the Renaissance period but Jeremy  suspected it was older, much older.
The designed wooden doors were the height  of  at least two men, all carved out
in repetitive patterns with huge door knockers which Jesse made mention of.
Jeremy shushed him. "What knockers!"
"Will you be quiet. Just  look at this place."
Jesse nodded up and down,  "Yeah, it's great. Impressive. "
Inside the doors, there was  a small alcove which held a coat rack on one
side as well as a small stone shelf  for sitting beneath the square windows.  A
four legged chest was on the other  side. Beyond the alcove was a greater
foyer, a large space with a huge dark  wooden table with flowers and a table cloth
over it. The walls were dark gray  but the overhanging stairwell and steps had
wood linings were dark brown. This  matched the doors to the kitchen area,
which were open. There were also  overhanging balconies and windows into the
room. A large chandelier hung over.  Above the second floor landing and balconies
were stained glass windows aligning  the slight but open hallway toward
another wooden and fancy door.
To the right, just beyond  the couch like and very blood red Divan, there was
a statue of a man digging...a  grave maybe, Jesse wondered and snickered at his
own thought. Beneath that was  small stand with a black and very old
fashioned telephone. At least that looked  normal and somewhat pedestrian. These
people have...or had money, Jesse figured.  He was somewhat amused by it all and not
at all frightened or serious about  it.
Jeremy was staid. He turned  to a painting of a craggy faced man in a dark
cape and dressed as though he were  from the 1700s. Sporting a dark onyx ring. "
Hey, Jesse, remind you of  anyone?"   Jesse passed Jeremy  and went up close
to examine the painting.
"The...Doc..."
"Tour?"   David turned to ask them.
"What?"   Jesse turned to find David  directly behind him and they were now
face to face, breathing on each other.  Jesse took in his smell and breathed
in deeply.  "Incense?"
"Hey, who's the old  guy?"   Jesse gasped, looking  into David's deep light
brown eyes and almost found himself lost in them. Those  lips didn't hurt
either so he focused on them to divert his own blue green  eyes away from David'
s. Thick red lips  to match his velvety almost red auburn hair. Jesse couldn't
avoid thinking it.  David was HOT!
"Never mind Cousin  Barnabus, do you want a tour?"
"A Doctor,"  Jesse smiled, "Thanks to your  looks."
Turning red again, David  sniggered and moved to the drawing room doors.
Jeremy moved over to Jesse, not  taking his eyes off the portrait of Barnabus, "
Hey watch it, remember this is  1976, not 2007. Minds were not as open here and
now as they were..."   Jeremy blinked his eyes to  clear  his mind, "...are...back
 then."
"Time travel lingo,"  Jesse whispered, "You'll never get the  hang of it."
"I have,"  Jeremy laughed and lightly and teasingly  elbowed Jesse in the
side, "In the future..."
"This is the drawing  room,"   David opened both  grand doors.
Jeremy fingered a  candelabra off to the side of the portrait and turned to
see David. To the left  of the doors was a grandfather clock. Jeremy squinted
at it. Was it working?  It  felt familiar somehow. He  shrugged it off and
moved, with Jesse's hand on his back, toward the drawing  room.  When he opened
the doors, the  room was as bleak as the foyer but it seemed there was some
effort to make it  less so.
Inside the Drawing Room, to  the right was a liquor cabinet, wooden and
antique but that was nothing compared  to the writing desk in front of it. A true
collector's item. Beyond those, where  were several plush red chairs and a
comfortable looking red sofa in front of a  more modern day...well 1960's coffee
table. To the far right of the room was a  cabinet with a fantastically detailed
model of a sailing ship on it, possibly a  ship from the 1700s.
There were more portraits  in the drawing room such as Benjamin Collins and
further from that Theodore  Collins but it was the foyer painting of Barnabus
that captured both boys' imaginations.  Was he somehow the Doctor? That
question was in both their minds.  As for this room, Jesse whispered to  Jeremy, "
Reminds me of a room in the TARDIS."
Jeremy smiled, "Shhh..."   He didn't mind if David overheard  them but the
man and boy they had seen enter not long ago, were here, both with  maps spread
out across a very white topped and black lined piano to their  left.   Taking
their eyes from  the spectacular view out a long almost floor to ceiling
window/door set...which  showed the ocean beyond...the boys looked at the man and the
boy. The man seemed  to be in his mid to late 20s and was exceedingly handsome
in a rugged, manly  sort of way. Pretty green/hazel eyes and his silk shirt
open to the chest, with  some chest hair showing through. He reeked of time
travel.  "Doctor?"
"What?"  The man asked, his arms spread across  the maps. "I'm Phineas Bogg
..."
"Glad to meet you,"  Jeremy crossed the large room and shook  his hand, "
Jeremy...and that's my friend Jesse."
Jesse sighed. They had just  come out in their own time zone of 2007 and now
here they were playing it safe  and closeted thanks to be in 1976.  "Nice to
meet you."
"They're guests too,"  David smiled, "I'll show you to your  rooms."
"What do you, uhm, do  Mister Bogg?"   Jesse put  forth.
They both noticed the young  boy, probably about ten years old, looked
worried. Bogg smiled, "You can call me  Phineas. Everyone does. Strange name, I know
but it's one I'm stuck  with."
The boy nodded,  "Bogg..."
"Oh, this here's Jeffry  Jones. He's my..."
"Son?"  Jeremy  asked.
"Nephew."   Bogg said, "I'm probably going to  adopt him. His parents,
well, they're sort of out of the picture right  now."
"Bogg,"   Jeffry pushed, "They asked you  what you do."
"Smart kids give me a  pain,"  Bogg laughed, "We're here  working with the
fireworks crew..."
Jeremy eyed Bogg's pants.  Leather pants. For obvious reasons. Boots.
Attached was some sort of orb like  device. Sonic Screwdriver?  "That's  what all
these schematics are?"
"Yes,"  Bogg said, "We're trying to plan out the  logistics of having so
many fireworks on so many ships in the area. We want it  to be safe."
Jesse nodded, "Yes, better  safe than sorry."
"My Aunt Elizabeth's  hosting a party here tomorrow night for all the guests
to get to know one  another,"   David said, "I do  hope you will all come."
"I'll come,"  Jesse picked his hand up, staring at  Bogg's eyes. Everyone
stared at him. "Yeah, I will. I'll  come."
David laughed, "I'll  take  you to your rooms now and  finish the tour as we
go."   He  walked out of the drawing room, "Through those doors is the
kitchen where you  can find a cook or two. Mrs Johnson doesn't really cook, as it'
s not really her  thing. Makes a great mayonnaise though."
"So do I,"   Jesse whispered but Jeremy  playfully slapped his arm. And
smiled.
David didn't catch  that,  "Been in her family for a  thousand years."
"Who's she?"   Jesse asked but hung behind and  pulled Jeremy's arm to
remain behind as well.
"What?"  Jeremy  whispered.
David answered about who  Mrs Johnson was, going on about how she was really
the landlady of  Burke Devlin's---a former and now once  again current friend
of the Collins's but had come to work at Collinwood to  check up on the murder
of some other guy Bill Malloy that they suspected was  killed by Roger, David'
s dad.  As  David went on, Jesse whispered to Jeremy, "That guy...dressed
funny, silk shirt,  looks like he's from pirate times, travels with a little cute
looking boy who's  wearing a striped shirt one size too small for him..."   and
together with Jeremy, they  both said, "Doctor..."
"Still...I dunno,"  Jeremy shrugged.
David was on the middle of  the steps when he realized the other two were not
behind him,  "What?"
"We ahhh,"   Jesse said, "We just dropped in on  your time without our
things. We haven't any clothes...I mean other than the ones  we have on."
"And that's too bad,"  David joked. They raised their eyebrows.  "Oh I'm
sure I have some that will fit you both and if they're a bit too small,  that's
just grand, isn't it?"
"Yeah,"  Jeremy laughed. They followed him up to  the landing past the
stained glass windows that made the place look like a  church. Hanging over the
foyer was a brilliant chandelier that impressed them  both. Past the top of the
steps was a doorway covered in cobwebs. Jeremy looked  at it.
David nodded, "Don't mind  that. That's that East Wing I told you about. It'
s still pretty much  unused."   He took them down a  hallway where the usual
tables and lights were, even a lamp or two on tables.  All of it seemed old
fashioned and out of another era, some of it was updated to  include more modern
conveniences. "That's my aunt's room and oh, that's my  room..."    He
pointed to  the right, across from Liz's room. "The room adjoining mine used to be
my  cousin's, Carolyn, but she moved, you can use that room. It's big and
has a huge  canopy bed..."    Jesse  raised an eyebrow again. He wondered if
David wanted to visit them during the  night. "It used to be Carolyn's but she
moved into Vicki's room just last year.  Her's used to be across from it.
Carolyn used to love the view of the Tower it  gave her, you'll see it from your
room, no one's in it now but with all these  guests, one never knows..."
Stuck on the name Vicki,  Jeremy wondered,  "Who's  Vicki?"
"Friend of Barnabus. She  lives in the past now."
"That's right, that  governess you told us about?"   Jeremy commented more
than asked.
"Yes,"  David said, "It's still a bit strange.  Barnabus having a friend
and my governess living in the  past."
"Where in, like what time?  Troy?"  Jeremy  asked.
"What makes you think  Troy?"  David laughed, "Not that far back I  don't
think. More like the 1700s. I think something like 1796 or  97."
"Oh,"  Jeremy nodded.  "Our friend has a lot of friends living  in the past.
One of them named Vicki, too."
"Where does that hall  go?"  Jesse  wondered.
"West Wing,"  David answered.
"It's all very  spacious,"  Jeremy commented as  David opened his bedroom
door. He moved past a giant globe to an adjoining door  and opened it to their
room.  He  moved to his dresser and started to take out clothes for them for
the night and  the morning and the days to come. On his dresser he had a model
airplane, the  starship Enterprise Model, A Charlie Brown doll, and models of
the Flying Sub  and the Spindrift. Not to mention a stand holding up the model
of the Voyager  from FANTASTIC VOYAGE cartoon and the Proteus from the movie
version.
David soon joined them in  their new room. He handed the clothes to Jeremy.
Who passed them to the big  antique canopy bed.
Oblivious, Jesse took off  his dark blue jacket which had the sleeves rolled
up and put them on the bed.  "I'm bushed."  He had a green and  stylish T
shirt under that but he began to remove his blue denim pants. "I'm  ready for
some..."  He looked up as  both the other two were staring at him. "Oh. Wha?"
he took his wrist watch and red  bracelet off.
"There's a time and  a place,"  Jeremy  said.
"The Doctor's always saying  that..."   Jesse thoughts  wandered off a bit,
thinking about the Doctor, "...but he, nor I, nor you for that  matter,  follow
that."  Jesse said.
"Jesse,"  Jeremy made a face and shook his head  forward.
"It...It's all right,  Jeremy,"  David said, "I gather  you're both from the
future. My future. I also gather that things are a bit  more, uhm, permissive
there...? At least I hope they  are..."
"Yeah,"  Jesse said, "A bit..."   He started to open his pants and
unbuttoned the top but Jeremy waved him off finishing.
"That's groovy,"  David said, almost ignoring the pants  opening...almost.   "
I think  things are getting better here too. What after the  Stonewall Riots
in New  York..."
"That's just the  start,"  Jesse  smiled.
"But don't be fooled,"  Jeremy nodded, "It's still dangerous and  it'll be
a long, hard..."
Jesse giggled and put on a  Beavis and Butthead voice, "Ahh, ha, ha. You
said, Long and hard. Hee ha ha  hee."
"Sigh,"  Jeremy puffed.
"Well, I"ll see you two  later?"  David hoped and moved to  the door, "
Would you like something to eat?"
"I think I'll eat in my  room."
"I"ll have something sent  up."
"Yeah,"  Jeremy nodded,  "Definitely."
"That's not what I  meant."
David smiled as Jesse took  off his pants, his big burgeoning dick flopping
out, no underwear on at all. He  turned red. David left and shut the door,
leaned against it and sighed. Jeremy  looked at Jesse. Jesse just continued to
strip,  "What?"
"Go easy. This isn't the  2000s you know. Things were not as...gay here, even
the gay things weren't. They  mostly still had to be undercover..."
Jesse was nude already and  he came to Jeremy and bit Jeremy's white Nike
shirt which had sleeves just about  to his elbows. It wasn't all white, it had
green stripes lining the arms and  sides by his ribs. He bit the collar and
pulled at it, "Get this  off."
"Jesse,"  Jeremy looked toward the door to David's  room.
"It'll teach him  good,"  Jesse said, "If he's  listening in..."
He was. David had his ear  to the door. "I don't..."  Jeremy half  heartedly
protested but lifted his arms up to allow Jesse to firmly remove his  shirt.
His puffed up, outstanding chest stood before Jesse. Jesse nibbled on  both
Jeremy's tits, "I'm sorry, man, we haven't had sex since the Doctor's left  us."
  He licked up Jeremy's neck and  Jeremy's body tingled to it.
"I  know..."
"At least I can't remember  us having it..."
"We  haven't..."
"Then I tell ya, I miss the  Doctor..."
"I know you  do."
"And I know you do  but..."
"But?"  Jeremy said playfully and pulled his  pants down, shoving his ass at
Jesse. It was clean, shaven, and tanned. His hole  seemed to pucker at Jesse.
Jesse made an animal sound,  "But I can't really wait any longer. Come over
here! Never mind, I'll cum to  you!"
He ran at the 6'1 lover and  grabbed him around the waist and threw him
toward the bed. Jeremy laughed, his  pants around his ankles, "Let...lemme get my
pants off fully  first!"
"NO!"  Jesse tore him to the bed and laid him  down onto his back, the bed
springs squeaking.    "I love you! I love your  fucking curly hair!"  Jesse
put his  nose into Jeremy's head and wagged it!  He rubbed his body against
Jeremy's now nude body.  "It's been too  long!"
"It's only  been..."
"TOO FUCKING LONG!"  Jesse grabbed Jeremy's dick with one  hand and put his
hand on Jeremy's left side with his right hand and rubbed his  hand up and
down, up to the shoulders, "I love your fucking massive shoulders! I  love the
feel of your tremendous chest against my own! I love your nips!"  He nibbled
down on them and then thrust  himself up, so that their chests touched again. "I
love you! I love everything  about you! I love your chin!"  He  licked on
Jeremy's chin and then up to his lips and MEMMFFFFFED there. "I love  your
fucking thick lips! I love..."
"You have thick lips too  and..."
"Shut ta fuck up, love! I  love how you are so serious sometimes and happy
almost all the time! I love you,  you fuck!"  Jesse kissed Jeremy's  lips so
hard and Jeremy responded. His dick grew between them and Jesse's was  thick
against his and the penises seemed to fight for control of space as they  nubbed
past each other and rolled onto bare flesh, near bony curved hips! "I  love
your abs!"
"I  love..."
"Shut the fuck up!"  Jesse smothered Jeremy in kisses.  Then he deep kissed
him. He hugged him  and brought him as close as he could. "I'd love to just
meld you into myself!  Absorb you so that..."
"You mean like that  creature on..."
"I mean like fucking  entering you!"  Jesse put his arms  under Jeremy's
legs and made Jeremy's ass sit up as Jeremy's shoulders hit the  bed.  "Never
this long again,  man!"
"LONG!"  Jeremy gasped through grit teeth as  Jesse entered him. "
Aggressive! You're so aggressive  today!"
"I know!"  Jesse banged and slammed his whole torso  against Jeremy's
buttocks and with an audible smack. "I Know!!!"
"I like it! Keep it  up!"  Jeremy's own penis rose up  straight and as Jesse
hunched over him, the tip hit Jesse's belly button and  pushed into it.
On the other side of the  door, David was looking through the keyhole, bent
over, his pants down around  his ankles but he stepped out of them, never
taking his eyes off the sex  happening in that other room. "Oh shit!"  He gasped
as he began to fondle himself with his left hand while holding  onto the wall
next to the door with the other. He jerked and jerked, his cut  penis finding
itself fluiding up. "Shit..."  He shut his eyes and stroked more gently now but
the heat from the pair  in the other room found its way, physically to the
door and his hand almost  burned. He slid down the door, turning his back to it
and slid and slid, bending  his legs. He swallowed and shut his eyes slowly
stroking up and down his penis,  which gave way to growing harder and harder,
filling his hand, his palm. His  fingers. Soon he put both hands onto it and
pressed. "Oh yeah, yeah ha  yeah!"
Jeremy's dick erupted and  splashed in and out of Jesse's navel and across
his stomach, up and down from  it. It dripped as well in large spotty clumps.
It also flung up at Jesse's eyes  but Jesse had his head up at the moment, his
own eyes closed in ecstasy. He  looked down then and shoved in and in and in. "
I fucking love you!"  He let loose inside Jeremy's ass and  then pulled out
and finished the load across Jeremy's belly, smoothing it over  with one hand
while supporting himself with the other.
David: "OH my Gosh!"    David covered his mouth when  he realized how loud
that was. He tasted his own pre cum and dick cells as he  did so.
Jeremy gasped and his bent  head backward saw the Tower outside their window.
He was sure even upsidedown  that his sight was not impaired and that he saw
someone moving about inside the  window of the Tower. Nobody was supposed to
be up there he thought David  said.  At least at the moment. Jesse  put cum to
his mouth and kissed Jeremy,  a mix of both their cum. He spread it across his
own belly and then as he  leaned down, laid on top Jeremy, smacking their cum
soaked bellies together,  pressing, tight, untightening, flexing, unflexing.
It was so hot! "You know  David's listening..."
"Let him listen, cute  little guy,"  Jesse nibbled on  Jeremy's left ear
lobe and stood up from the bed, "I don't fucking care. He's  welcome to come in
and join us.."
David, on the other side of  the door, heard the word, "Come,"  and did so.
He shot a load over his own shoulder, his forehead and the  top of his head,
panting and trying to keep both the panting and the cum in...but  this just made
him fire it out all the more stringently and urgently and with  hot and heavy
breathing. "OH SHIT!"  He gasped and then laid back against the door, partly
with his back  sideways onto the wall. He had to catch his breath.
"My turn,"  Jeremy said and got up behind Jesse and  rubbed his shoulders
and engulfed him from behind, putting his arms around his  lover and squeezing
tightly. Jesse could feel Jeremy's dick, not the least bit  deflated, rising
between his butt cheeks and soaking up his back and back down  the cleft between
his glutes. Jesse squeezed them together to tighten a vice  around Jeremy's
member. Jeremy didn't flinch but felt it and his veins twinged.  He kept his
dick moving up and down there and then stabbed it into Jesse's clear  butt hole
and pushed. "My goodness, even after all the sex you've had,  you're..."  he
gasped and pushed,  "Still tight as a ...ahh, ahhh, a keyhole..."
David looking through the  key hole had his eyes widen as Jeremy looked right
at him in saying this. "Holy  shit,"  David said and began to  fondle
himself to raise his own deflated penis. Jesse went to work on his own  penis too to
make it rise again but Jeremy took his hands, hand over hand and  moved them.
Jesse rubbed up Jeremy's strong forearms as Jeremy himself began to  fondle
Jesse, first moving away from dick, up to belly and abs, fingering navel  with
both fingers at the same time and then at different times, rubbing up to  his
nipples, making them so hard and rubbing them so much they were sore.  Outside
the Tower took no notice of the boys in their room but something was  moving
in the Tower window. Figures. Jeremy didn't care even as he felt the
movement. He had his own movements to concern himself with. He shoved into Jesse  a
bit more and then careful to shove in just a bit more as he rubbed up and down
Jesse's front and down to the torso again, careful to give ministration to the
 hips and the bare, beautiful boy flesh on and around them. He bypassed the
dick  base itself and found his fingers down around Jesse's balls. Jesse
gasped, "no,  no, no not there,"  but he laughed  as he tingled there and felt the
juice built up there and continue to move from  that thanks to Jeremy's
continued motions.
Jeremy pulled out a bit and  then went in a bit. He put his head against the
back of Jesse's. "I love you  too,"  he whispered. He smelled the  boy's
hair and rubbed his nose down the neck to the base and lower to between  the
shoulder blades and then back up, careful to nudge, lick the right shoulder.  When
he went back to the head and was tempted to side angle toward the other
shoulder, he almost bit Jesse's shoulder, "So much. So so so much..."  He shoved
his dick all the way into  Jesse and Jesse gasped and breathed in.
"Oh man, yeah, that's  it,"  Jesse said and squirmed in  Jeremy's grasp.
Jeremy went up and down and lifted Jesse off the ground with  dick and arms,
wrapping the slightly shorter boy.  Then Jeremy bent his knees and forced  Jesse
to do the same, bending knee into knee crook. He led Jesse back to the  bed,
lifted him up and followed at the same time. Together they were on the bed,
Jeremy's dick just slightly descending out of  Jesse's perfect round pink,
inviting  asshole...back on the bed, on their knees, Jeremy behind Jesse and
reentering him.  Jesse felt the full effect of having moved around with Jeremy's dick
still  inside him. He moaned loudly and in joy. "Ohhh, ahhh, yeah, that's so
amazing!  You still got it!"
Jeremy fucked Jesse from  behind and then pulled out. He held it in as he
turned Jesse to face him and  kissed him as their dicks met and splashed
simultaneously together. Their chins  felt the blast from below and the cum spilled up
to their lips and some got in  their mouths. Jeremy rubbed Jesse's face with
his own cheeks and cum spread all  over them. Jesse put his arms around Jeremy
and Jeremy did the same. They kissed  each other all over.
David took his eye from the  door's keyhole and shook his head. His eyes were
wide. So was his dick slit as  cum remerged from it in a burning style he
never felt before. He never did it  twice in one night. He gasped as the cum flew
across the room, for he moved away  from the keyhole as it trying to escape
its temptation. The cum hit the keyhole  and filled it, dripped from over it,
and blocked it. "Damn!"   David was both delighted, amazed,  and somewhat sad.
He wanted what Jeremy and Jesse had. And being a  wizard/warlock should have
been able to make him get it. Or so he thought. He  laid down on the rounded
brown and lightly tanned colored rug in his room which  sported American Indian
designs. He had to catch his breath again and think more  clearly.
"Shit that was  amazing,"  Jeremy lisped. "I fucking  love you."
"Yeah, me, too,"  Jesse said as Jeremy laid him back down  on the bed, their
legs unfolding. Jesse loved the smell  of cum all over their bare flesh and
slowly shut his eyes. "I'm  so glad  I have you. And glad you have me..."  He
drifted off to sleep now.
"Yeah, me, too,"  Jeremy said, "Ditto."  As he rose his head up, his eyes
caught  sight of the Tower Room. There were figures moving around in there.
Then, he too, felt tired. He fell  asleep. When he woke up, he noticed a clock
on the wall. It was almost eleven  o'clock. Jesse continued to sleep, softly
and quietly but deeply. Jeremy kissed  him naked in the small of his soft
skinned back.
Jeremy wondered if the  spooks or whatever they were in the Tower would wait
for him. He took a shower,  careful not to wake sleepy head Jesse up. He came
out of the shower dry, except  for his stomach which he forgot to dry off, a
slip of water dribbling out of his  belly button. He put on a t-shirt, a white
one of David's which was too tight  around the chest and too small, barely
covering his belly. He stretched it, not  thinking David would mind. It came down
to his dick and just barely covered his  legs and his hanging dickhead peeped
out beneath. He didn't think anyone would  be up at this hour so he opened
the door and found food there. He found it on a  cart and the cart was still
hot. Bless David. Jeremy ate the chicken that he  found under it. He normally didn
't like to eat meat but he was very hungry and  wondered if Jesse was as
well. He brought the cart inside and sat at  a chair to finish his meal. By the
time  he was done, he looked at the clock. It was five to midnight. He noticed
the  door adjoining David's room to their own was open slightly. He couldn't
resist a  peek inside after he finished his meal. He peeked inside. David was
sleeping in  his bed, the sheets wrapped over him like a cocoon. The cute
redhead slept on  his back in blue Pajamas. Jeremy's heart melted. "He's such a
darling. So  cute...thanks for the food, baby."  Jeremy smiled and without waking
David or Jesse, left the room.
He wanted to explore the  Tower but the East Wing caught his attention as he
passed it. Then he thought of  the West Wing. Part of it was shut down and
parts of it were opened to new  guests. He wondered in his current state of
undress if he should explore but old  houses, especially haunted ones, stirred his
interests. He moved to the door  that lead to the West Wing. He decided to go
to the East wing anyway. He pushed  an old door open. It creaked. He dusted
away some cobwebs and found a candle on  the wall. He picked it up and made his
way into the apparently ancient hallway.  A blond boy with a t shirt too small
for him, now stretched over his hips not  hiding his muscled legs and
swinging almost passive penis...holding a candle as he  made his way down a corridor.
He wondered if any gothic novels ever held this  vision. He smiled to himself
as he passed several blocked off rooms. Pieces of  roof had been replaced and
never moved away from doors, poles blocked some, coat  hangers were over
others. Something was making a noise. Someone. He was not sure  at first what it was
or if it was male or female. At first, it sounded like more  than one person.
He wanted to call out but decided against it.
As he traversed the  hallway, holding the candle before him, he realized
there were more sounds than  one person. Someone with a bandaged head moved across
the adjacent hallway. The  man seemed to be wearing green clothes and  parts
of  some kind of  uniform. "Hey,"  Jeremy called out  to it. The man, dark
curly hair sticking up out of his bandaged head, came back.  He stared at Jeremy
with a blasted out eye---the other was covered by bandage---  and then the
former man moved off down the same hallway he had tried to go down.  "hey,"
Jeremy said but with less  force. The eye had scared him. It looked as if the
bandaged man had been shot in  the head and it did a great deal of damage.
Jeremy gulped. "This place really is  haunted..."   He carefully made  his way to
the hallway crossroad where the phantom had been.  He was about to move down
this new  hallway when a laugh echoed from the one he was at first proceeding
down.  This laugh was a woman. So unearthly and  so moving and yet cold as ice.
Then another laugh overpowered the first. Another  woman. Both icy. Jeremy's
breath became icy as well. He could see it in front of  him. "Why are you here?
Shouldn't you  move on?"
He swallowed. Something  dark and shadowy passed behind him in the hallway he
just walked down. A major  part of him wanted to sprint out of this wing and
retreat back to Jesse, wake  him up and get him out of here. But then he
remembered quaint little David and  how David spent his whole life in this house...
and if David could bear it...to find  the Doctor, so would he and Jesse. Jeremy
swallowed. He moved to a room that  didn't have cement blocks in front of it. He
heard sounds inside. Another woman.  Crying. He opened the door with less
trouble then he expected. Inside was a  figure. He had to squint to see it. It
was in a corner of the room, its back to  him. Long red hair down her back. "
Hello? Why are you crying?"   He felt like Wendy talking to  Peter Pan. That
movie seemed so far behind him now. Tossed out of time and  space, life seems so
strange. "Ma'me?"
The woman turned around and  for a moment she looked crazy, hair disheveled,
messy, tied up as if she were a  little girl. Green eyes. And a glow about
her. She was clearly angelic as the  glow changed her to a neat, clean woman with
her hair finely combed. She also  held two babies in her arms, one a boy and
one a girl. One looked...to Jeremy as  if it were slightly hairy...but the whole
crying thing ceased as she turned around  and the heavenly glow changed her
from crazy Jenny to angelic Jenny. "I'm Jenny.  Go to the Tower Room. Find what
you will there. And know the Collins family  needs you, needs you."
"Are  you...dead?"
"Yes...."
Jeremy  gulped.
"And no. There really is no  death. Matter never dies. It just changes its
form."
"That's what my friend the  Doctor always says...he..."
"Yes, I remember now...the  Doctor..."
"Jenny. Jenny, do you know  the Doctor? Have you seen him?"
"I  haven't much time. I'm only here for a  friend of mine. Two friends. One
can talk to the  dead."
"Ryan."  Jeremy gasped, "Ryan Dalion. He ...he's a  Tomorrow Person."
"The other is not as nice.  But he's ...he's okay. He can make the dead move
through time if he wishes it and  if we wish to cooperate. I do. Help my
family and I will help you. The  Doctor...the Doctor might have regenerated."
Jeremy grew a bit  impatient, "Yes,"  he held the  candle up higher to see
the face of Jenny. She was a stunning woman and much  taller than himself.  In
life, she  must have been formidable and quite a stunner. "Yes, we know that,
Jenny. Why  did Ryan and Rollin send you here? Are they trying to get us out?
Is the Doctor  ...here? Dead?"
"The Doctor was hit hard by  the mini CVE. He might have...the Tomorrow People
think he might have  lost his  memory."
"He might be here but not  remember us. Might not even remember who he is.
And without us knowing who he  looks like, how do we know, how will we find him?"

"No more time. Go to the  Tower Room."
"Is that where the Doctor  is? Is the Doctor there?"
Jenny repeated, "Go to the  Tower Room,"  over and over.
"Jenny, stop saying that, I  will. I will!"  Jeremy yelled. "I  will."
Jenny kept saying this  until she vanished slowly, almost TARDIS-like, back
into the wall and into the  air as well.
Hearing more but fainter  strange sounds such as the clanking of chains,
women crying, and other women  laughing almost manically,  Jeremy  made his way to
the Tower Room. He carefully padded, bare feet on the floors,  toward the
staircase that lead to it. Once there, he found it cold stone and  almost as bare
as he was. In one corner he saw a white object. "Oh no, not  another ghost."
  The  traditional kind of ghost? A white sheet ghost? It wasn't. What he
found was an  artist's canvass, covered with a white sheet. He padded over to it
and put his  hand on the top of the sheet, ready to tear it off. He hesitated.
"I haven't  come this far to stop now."  He tore  the sheet off. Beneath was
a very old painting. Of a man in a fancy 1800s suit  and tie, pants, vest,
timepiece, and the works.  Well, Jeremy thought, it was once a man.  For the
face was that of a wolf. The hands were hairy and the fingernails were  claws.
This was a painting of a wolf man. "A  werewolf..."
The laughing started again  and this time it was loud and felt as if it were
right next to him. He turned,  expecting to see some woman near him, witch,
demon or what ever. He flung  himself away from that direction and turned to see
whomever it was. No one was  there. When he turned back to the painting, the
face of the wolf man was now a  man again. A handsome distinguished man with
most unusually long sideburns.  Without even asking anyone, Jeremy knew somehow
that this man was a Collins. The  painting had changed from wolf to man...

Tbc...

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