Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2007 17:31:00 EDT
From: J
Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 67

Characters of DARK SHADOWS  and BURNT OFFERINGS are held by Dan Curtis and
others, no copyright infringment  is meant.

DOCTOR WHO, JEREMY AND  JESSE  67

Collinwood stands on a hot  summer day, the last of June...there is no
wind...no birds chirping...just an  oppressive heat...
"My name's Jesse McCartney.  It was an uncharacteristically pleasant morning
on the house on the  hill--Collinwood as it stands on this hot summer day,
the last of June in  America's bicentennial year 1976.  Within its walls, my
lover Jeremy Sumpter and I hope to hunt for one of many  amid a sea of strange
and suspicious characters in order to find the love of  both our lives, other
than each other that is...the Doctor. One young boy hopes to  get a head ...
heeheehee har, I said head...a head start on the search by trying to  meet the guests
before a large dinner party later this day...returns to his room  to change his
very tight....DAMN! very tight pants. This sweet, sexy, innocent boy  finds that
meeting one  possible  candidate for who could be the Doctor, the Doctor
having his memory lost and his  face and body possibly changed and regenerated...
could prove fearsome and  deadly...as a burning  point enters  his belly button...as
a dick enters...okay enough...and now...death may strike ..."
Jeremy went up to the room,  opened the door and into the room. He left the
door open and moved to the  dresser, the drawers of which were filled with David
's clothing. David's  adjoining room door was still open. It had been left
open from the night before  and this morning. Suddenly, it slammed shut,
causing Jeremy to startled again.  He jumped. As he recovered, thinking---one tends
to get startled a great deal in  this house---he turned. Quentin Collins, the
man from the painting  he found, was there in the flesh. Jeremy  looked into
his eyes. "Who?"
"My name's not important. I  see you've been snooping around David's room
as  well!"
"No,"  Jeremy took a step forward, "You've got  it wrong, it's not like
that, see it's..."
"Don't move!"  Quentin held a razor thin rapier.  He held it at Jeremy's
throat. "I took  this from downstairs, it was on the wall..."
"I remember seeing  it,"  Jeremy looked at Quentin only,  not at the rapier.
His eyes began to tear a bit and he was not sure it was from  being
threatened or from the musty house. Was this the  Doctor?
"Observant little bugger,  aren't you!"   He moved the  point from Jeremy's
throat to the bottom of the shirt, which he then moved up  with the point to
reveal more of Jeremy's hot, muscled belly. He put the point  into Jeremy's
belly button, "Let's see what you've got under there, shall we? I  guess a
certain portrait of mine can't be under there, not enough room..."
Feeling the shirt rub  upward and the point nub his navel, Jeremy looked down
at his impending doom. It  kind of made him feel hot. He felt his dick rise
up under his shirt and almost  out of his tight pants. The tight pants were
making his dickhead push up to the  button that held the pants closed. This made
him feel great and he felt wet as  well. He was about to burst. Jeremy thought
it was the tradition of most of  Collins family to do what Quentin did next.
Quentin kept talking,  "...okay, let me get to the real point...if  you don't
re turn my painting to me and tell me what you've done to hurt  Barnabus...I'm
going to run this right through your  belly....NOW!"
Jeremy could feel the point  sting a bit into his navel...he looked up at
Quentin...who moved his hand and arm  inward!
Suddenly, Quentin found the  sword point entering the humid air. Jeremy's
belly just wasn't there any more,  for Jeremy himself wasn't. Or at least his
upper body. Jeremy bent backward, his  stomach and upper body now horizontal to
the lower. The sword moved above his  stomach. Quentin looked down and began
to swing again but Jeremy wasn't  remaining still. On the floor he twisted his
body, put hands to floor, turning  fully over, onto his hands but with his
face and belly pointed toward the floor.  He lifted his feet up toward Quentin's
legs, just below his knees and kicked. As  he kicked, sending Quentin
sprawling, he also pushed backward, launching himself  at Quentin feet first, then
followed by his torso. Quentin fell onto his back  and Jeremy landed, straddled
across Quentin's hips, facing Quentin's feet. "We  only just met, really! It'
s a bit early in our relationship to be doing  this!"
Quentin yelled, "Get off  me!"  He still had the sword in his  hand but he
could not do much. He planned to put the edge against Jeremy's right  side and
slice, as the boy was now facing away.
Jeremy wasn't remaining  where he was. As Quentin tried to slice, Jeremy
sprang to his feet and back  flipped so that he was over Quentin's head. Shaking
his head in disapproval, he  stood over Quentin. "Tut tut. Now can we talk
civil..."
"Civil war maybe!"  Quentin had stood up and swung the sword  again. Jeremy
ducked and the sword swiped a bunch of David's old toys----the  models of the
Spindrift, the Jupiter 2, the Chariot from LOST IN SPACE, the  Voyager from
the animated FANTASTIC VOYAGE, the Seaview, the Flying Sub on its  stand, a
replica of THE TIME TUNNEL, and the Proteus from the movie FANTASTIC  VOYAGE, the
LOST IN SPACE robot, a NANNY AND THE PROFESSOR lunch box---off a  taller
dresser.
Downstairs, Jesse looked up  as he heard the crash. It wasn't loud but his
hearing was acute from years  of  singing and working in the music  industry. He
ran. David watched him go, "What's wrong?"  David followed out of the
billiard room.
Jeremy put his hands up,  "Let's just talk, shall we!?"
Quentin leveled the sword  again but Jeremy saw a gladiator sword on David's
wall and snatched it. He  looked at it and ducked from another Quentin swing. "
Gladiator sword? What's  with this family?"  He shrugged,  "Should have
known, David...gladiators..."   He took the sword and blocked  Quentin's new strike
with it. Quentin tried to push Jeremy back to a wall near  the door and found
it more difficult than he imagined. Jeremy smiled at him as  their faces came
closer together, Quentin a bit taller than he but as their  swords were
against each other, Quentin had moved closer. He actually pushed  Jeremy back a bit
and then tried to bring up his knee to strike  Jeremy.
Jeremy bent slightly and  hooked his foot under Quentin's knee and moved it
back to throw Quentin off  balance. As Quentin fell backward again, he
surprised Jeremy by bringing up his  sword to strike again. Jeremy just managed to
back off and dodge it again, the  sword just moving past his face. He blinked.
That was too close. This guy means  business. "I can see you mean business!"

Quentin was back at his  balance and savagely attacking again. "Who are you,
a kid to be this good at  sword fighting!"
"Thank you!"  Jeremy blocked again and thrust. His  sword was shorter than
Quentin's saber but it was thicker. "My weapon's thicker,  innit?"
"Who trained you?"  Quentin said as he attacked again but  each time was
turned away by Jeremy's moves.
Jeremy turned fully around,  whirling and meeting the sword side and pushing
it back, dodging, parrying. "A  ninja master, if you believe that!"
"I do but it'll do you no  good. Soon, you'll tire!"  But it  was Quentin
who was sweating profusely. Jeremy had a bit of sweat on his brow  and on his
chest, the shirt ripped where Quentin scored a minor hit a few  seconds after
this bit of chat. There was some blood but not much.
"Old man,"  Jeremy  taunted.
"You don't know how  old!"  Quentin attacked again.  Jeremy used his free
hand to hold Quentin's arm back and he kicked out with his  other side's leg
and foot. Quentin fell and Jeremy turned behind him and kicked  him in the butt.

The door opened more fully.  "What's going on!"  Jesse yelled. He  was
standing by the door.
"Jesse, stay back! He means  business!"  Jeremy ducked and kicked  Quentin
in the ass again.
Jesse gasped and made a  fist with both hands, "That's right, Jeremy, kick
his  ass!"
Quentin faked an off  balance topple again but turned and in a  sneak attack
swung at Jeremy. While Quentin did this, Jeremy had turned  toward Jesse. As
he turned, Jeremy saw David join Jesse.
"Quentin!" David, running  up and colliding with Jesse's back----and not
making much headway inward,  yelled, "Stop that at once!"
"David, stay back!"   Jesse put his arms across both  sides of the doorway
to hold it and keep David from entering.
David yelled, "Leave Jeremy  alone, Quentin. He's my friend!"
"A spell no doubt!"  Quentin attacked again. Jeremy spun and  ducked and
smacked his sword into Quentin's and Quentin's saber fell to the  floor. Quentin
reached for it but Jeremy put the sword angled at Quentin's  chest.
"Unnn, uhnn,"  Jeremy warned. "No way. It's  over."
Jesse put his hands down,  followed by his arms, looking almost as though he
were crucified. "If you hurt  him..."   He stared at Quentin.  Jeremy kicked
the saber away as David came in.
They were all looking at  Quentin, who stood up, following Jeremy's nod to do
so.  "Carefully."
"My toys!"  David looked at the mess on the  floor.
Jesse thought but did not  say out loud, "He is so gay. How cute."
"You've won, this  time..."  Quentin moved to the door,  facing them, backing
out. "but next time..."
"Quentin, they're my  friends..."
Jesse stared at Quentin  furious. "Make threats like that..."  He pointed, "
And you're the one who's gonna end  up..."
"Jesse,"  Jeremy interfered.
Jesse fumed, "He deserves  more than my own threats...are you alright?"
Quentin studied the two  boys and watched as Jesse checked Jeremy's minor cut
on his chest. As he did,  Jeremy eyed Jesse, "I'm okay. I've had worse..."
Then he looked into Quentin's eyes.  Doctor? "You're...you said you're a lot
older than you look or something to that  effect. Doctor?"
"No. It's you who might  need a doctor,"  Quentin  said.
"What do you remember  about..."  Jeremy started. How do you  ask someone if
they were time displaced to be born anew here. "You...had a  childhood, didn't
you?"   Which  presented yet another problem. If the Doctor regenerated...would
he turn into an  old man, a woman (God, I hope not, Jeremy thought about that
horror), or even a  little child or a baby? Would he start a whole new life
over again? And in what  time did he materialize? He and Jesse both assumed,
since they ended up in 1976,  the Doctor might have, too. But what if he appeared
many, many years before them  and grew into a whole new life here?
"Yes, and not a bad one at  that, filled with wonder and surprises,"
Quentin said and his sarcasm was not lost on all three boys. "Let's not  go down
memory lane, shall we?"
Jeremy thought back to the  ghosts he had seen.  "Do you know  Jenny?"
At that name, Quentin  stiffened. "I'll find a way to stop you. Then you
will be sorry for what you've  just said and what you've done to Barnabus..."
David was taking toys from  the floor and shuttling them in his arms,
cradling them and their remains to a  low desk to try to piece them back together.
While the other three sparred  words, he was making trips back and forth to
salvage what he could of the toys  and models.  Quentin turned and left  without
another word.  Jesse nearly  spat, "What's with that guy?"
David looked, "I'll go and  see...."   He turned to leave but  Jeremy touched
his arm.
"David, wait a sec,"  Jeremy said.
"Yeah?"  David blinked. He was closer to Jeremy  than he was before and wasn'
t uncomfortable with it but the beauty of the boy  held him in a semi trance
and then a trance. David snapped himself out of it.  "Jeremy..."  he seemed to
huff that  out in slow release of air.
"Quentin. He's about what?  33? Did he grow up here?"
David's eyes moved from  side to side. "No one's really sure. I mean it was
strange. There were ghosts  haunting Collinwood. It was, I think about 1968 or
69. It's hard to remember.  One seemed to be Quentin or some ancestor that
looked like him or  something."
"When did he show up  here?"
"Quentin. About when the  ghosts vanished."
Jesse sneered, "Do the  ghosts ever vanish from this place. I mean fully?"
"So Quentin just sort of  appeared one day?"  Jeremy  asked.
"One night,"  David said, "Like Barnabus, a kind  of  distant and long lost
relative."
"I see,"  Jeremy nodded, still holding David's arm  and giving him tingles
up it.   "And your cousin, Barnabus. From what Quentin was babbling about,
something's wrong with him, too,"  Jeremy looked into David's eyes.
"I'll go and find him and  find out."
Jesse started, "We'll go  with you."
David nodded, "No, no. I'll  go alone. He's a very private person and...and,
well, I think I'll get more out of  him than you two would. Alone..."  David
emphasized.
Jesse held David's other  arm, "Okay,"  and smiled into his  face, "But be
careful..."
"Jesse,"  David shook his head a bit in awe of  someone liking him this
much, "I've grown up around here. I think I'll be  okay."
Jeremy let go of David's  arm, "Okay but like he said, be careful."
David smiled, "I will. Oh,  and uh..."   he stopped at the  doorway.  "While
I check out the Old  House, Barnabus and Quentin, you might want to check out
the new groundskeeper,  caretaker. Actually, I think he's training to watch
homes, you know, big ones,  like our's."
"You think he might be the  Doctor?"  Jeremy  asked.
David shrugged, "I  dunno.  He talked with a  British accent on the  phone."
"Okay, that sounds like  it`s worth checking out,"  Jeremy  nodded.
"I'll draw you a rough map  to the caretaker's cottage, I'm a...a  good
artist."  David went to one of the many bookcases  and took a sheet of paper from a
book he took off there.
Jesse smiled, "One of your  many talents."
Finished quickly, David  handed it to Jesse, allowing his hand to stay on
Jesse's for longer than it  needed to be. He, too, smiled, "Meet you both at the
pool house, you can't miss  it, past the small Rose Cottage. And wear my
speedos."   David moved to a draw and took  some out and put them in a duffel bag
he fished from under his bed. He handed it  to Jesse. "Take your pick..."
"I pick you,"   Jesse laughed. He pointed his  finger at David as David
winked and left. "I dunno. Maybe one of us should have  went with him."
"These are his stalking  grounds. He'll be okay,"  Jeremy  said. "But do
you think he's hiding something?"
Jesse went to the bedpost  to cling to it, "Dunno. Nah, it's David. I mean,
we only just kinda met him  but...with this strange family, who knows. It seems
like they all might be hiding  something."
"Yeah,"  Jeremy put  his hand on Jesse's and kissed it, then  rubbed his
hand up Jesse's arm and brought his boyfriend closer to him. "We've  got another
problem though..."
"Oh yeah, what now?"  Jesse sat on the bed with the feet  hanging over the
edge.
"I just thought of  something. What if...well, what if the Doctor...we  assumed
..."
"Never do that you make an  ass out of you and me..."
"Yeah, old joke,"  Jeremy frowned,  distracted.
"Not in  1976."
"Anyhow...we assumed the  Doctor landed in 1976 like we did. But it might not
be. If the Doctor was thrown  out of the  TARDIS like we were, or  even if he
was still in it and tossed by that wormhole or whatever it was, he  might not
have landed in 1976..."
"He might have gone back  further?"
"It's possible. And if he  did, maybe he just appeared one day, no memory.
No life. Who knows what happened  to the Doctor? He might be Quentin."
"I doubt that,"  Jesse jumped off  the bed and whistled. "Even memory gone,
the Doctor wouldn't treat anyone the way that guy treated you. And...pfttt, it'
s  you we're talking about. If anyone would trigger the Doctor's memory to
come  back, it'd be you..."
Jeremy put his lips close  up to Jesse and Jesse swallowed, his eyes closing.
"You first..."
"No, he digs you  more,"  Jesse turned his  head.
"Oh, come on,"  Jeremy said, and moved to grab the back  of  Jesse's head, "
He's never shown  favorites. He loves us both equally..."
"Yeah, it's just...I miss  him, man, I really do,"  Jesse said  and a tear
came from his eye.
Jeremy wiped it with one  finger. "C'mon. Let's go check this caretaker guy
out...okay?"
Jesse nodded, "Okay."   Jeremy started for the door but  turned back to
Jesse and grabbed him gently and pulled him to himself. He hugged  him tightly.
When he let Jesse go,  the bemused Jesse asked, "What's that for...not that you
need a  reason..."
"I just felt you needed a  hug."
"I think, before we get the  Doctor back, IF we get him back..."
"We  WILL."
"...we're both gonna need a  lot of hugs."
Jeremy smiled, pulled him  back to his tight body and hugged him again. "Good
thing we got each other,  too."
"Yeah,"  Jesse cleared his throat, "Now, let's go  or we'll never get outta
here..."
Jeremy laughed, turned, and  walked out. Jesse took a look around the room
before they left, feeling  something was inside it, watching them. He wondered
if it was Ryan trying to  send a message through time. Or...or maybe the Doctor
somehow, trying to do the  same. Something was in this room, something watching
them. He shook the feeling  off and followed Jeremy. Outside, the house, the
warm summer day continued. They  walked the way David told them, past the
strange Rose Cottage, which looked like  a kid's playhouse, all warm and summer in
color and feel, yet leaving both boys  cold and feeling chilled to the bone.
Something about it made them glad they didn't have to go there. Even  though
it was surrounded by a beautiful rose garden, all reds, purples,  lavenders,
yellows...and whites.
Collinwood itself: the  house was so big and the area so large. Jesse put on
David's purple shades.  Jeremy lead the way, past the arched sections of  two
other buildings and the cottage was  a two story, quaint, thatched roofer. It
was painted pink on the outside. It had  many windows and two doors. Its walls
were made of brick. Jeremy looked at Jesse  just before he was to knock. The
door suddenly opened. They stood back. "Oh. How  can I help you two lovely
boys?"
The woman before them  looked mad. Her hair was up in a single beret of some
kind. She reminded Jesse  of the actress Karen Black, who was once in some
movie about being chased by a  doll monster, TRILOGY OF TERROR he thought it was
called. This woman had wide,  wild eyes that seemed to stare even when the
woman wasn't. "I'm sorry. I'm  Marion Rolf."
Jeremy studied her eyes.  Why were they so strange? Jesse whispered as he
also looked into her eyes,  "Doctor..."
"Excuse  me?"
Jesse nodded, "No,  nothing."
"We're guests from the main  house. I'm Jeremy and this is Jesse. We're
friends of David  Collins."
"Oh, he's so nice. He hired  my husband..."
"May we talk with your  husband, miss?"  Jeremy said,  putting on his most
innocent voice.
"Of course, of course, come  in,"  she said and lead them inside,  closed
the door behind them. Before doing so, she suspiciously looked around  outside. "
Ben,"  she called,  "Ben..."
The two boys looked around.  There were two brick alcoves and a slight
kitchen area with oven, overhead  cabinets. The curtains were red and pretty but the
main room had a nice velvety  couch but the main object that drew the eye was
a huge fireplace, also brick and  the fire was going, which Jeremy and Jesse
felt was odd as it was hot outside  and this was summer. Jesse rubbed his
stomach to remove some sweat and maybe to  show off his hot abs as a boy came into
the room.  Too young though, Jesse thought.
"Mom,"   a chunky faced boy, not  overweight, of about 13 came into the room
from one of the back rooms. "Dad's in  the garage..."
"Oh, I'll get him,"  Marion said.
"If he's working..."   Jesse stared at the boy. The boy  had bangs, slightly
longish hair. A button down checkered shirt. And denim  shorts with black and
white sneakers. It was all very 1970s in style. He  resisted the urge to smile
at the boy but failed.
Jeremy moved to Marion's front,  "If he's working, we don't want to
disturb him ...much..."
"You know where it  is?"
The boy was about to tell  them but stopped when Jeremy said...
"It's right outside. We  passed it on the way here."   Jeremy moved to the
door and opened it, "Are you sure he's in there. It  was closed when we passed
it. Otherwise we would have seen him  inside..."
Marion nodded to her son, "My son, David, oh his name is David  too but we
call him Dee..."
How gay of you, Jesse  thought and nodded to Dee. Could the Doctor be  a
little boy, too?
"...he'll take you to his  father..."  Marion smiled but it was  fake and the
three boys could tell. "Nice meeting you both..."
"You, too,"  Jesse said and stared at the fire in the  fireplace. It sounded
so strange, unnatural.
"Come along, Jesse, come  along,"  Jeremy said patronizing  way.
Jesse followed Jeremy and  Dee outside, Dee overtook Jeremy and lead the  way
to the right, where a huge garage building was. Marion watched from the
door, closed it, and then took to the main viewing window, a crisscross affair  of
white. Her eyes widened.
Dee  moved to the garage door. Jeremy followed while Jesse looked at the othe
r  buildings. Jeremy knew Dee had experienced what  they both heard next more
than once. Inside, the father was talking. At first,  Jeremy thought there
were two people inside, perhaps the man was having some  kind of affair. But what
nerve to have it here at the place where he was staying  with his wife and
teenage son.
Jeremy thought he heard the  man within say, "No, I'm not hot. But you are..."

Was hot an expression from  the 1970s and even if wasn't, did anyone say that
in the 1970s?
"Dad!"  Dee yelled and the door opened faster  than both Jeremy and Dee
would have imagined,  startling them both. Jesse, nearer to the other building,
turned  around.
A man with strange  gray/blue eyes stood before them, a huge wrench in one
hand and he was slamming  it into the other. His hair was straight and his
cheeks a bit bulgy. They could  see where the kid got his looks from. They were
both, not unattractive. The man  has work overalls on and they were full of
grease.
Jeremy came forward toward  this intimidating figure but a klank on the
ground stopped him. A device Ben was  using had fallen off  a wheelie cart  and
fell to the ground, shooting sparks and flame. Ben ran to it and pulled the  plug
from the wall stud. The flame went out but Jesse thought he saw it continue
a few seconds afterward. Ben came back to them as if nothing had happened.  "
Look, boys, I'm awfully busy, what can I do you  for?"
The voice was British. The  man was British. Jesse came over to Jeremy from
behind and whispered, "Jeremy,  he's British."
"Yes, I am. Came over here  in the late 1950's,"  Ben put the  wrench down
and came over to them, "I'm really here learning the  ropes..."
"Is it me or does  everything he say have a sexual connotation to it?"
Jesse  whispered.
"Jesse,"  Jeremy shot behind him. "Listen,  sir..."
"In truth, I met  David's mother, married, and had David  so fast without
regard as to my career. But here I am, caretaker...recovering  alcoholic..."
Jeremy  moved over to him and shook his hand, introduced himself, and stared up
into his  eyes. Jesse followed and did the same. "So what can I help you two
with?"
"The pool, can we go in  it?"  Jeremy asked, "Is it  safe?"
"It is now,"   he laughed. "I cleaned it and let  it sit for two weeks
before I was sure it was clean enough. This family...with all  their money. They sure
do neglect things. Lucky for them I came along. I'm  really learning my trade
here. I don't plan on staying and oh, they know that.  They're already
looking for another caretaker. I want to return to New York some day. Marian  has
her aunt there in a home and I'm sure some people there will have houses  that
need looking after..."
"I see,"  Jeremy examined the man's eyes.  "Well, thanks. We just wanted to
make  sure before we used it. I didn't want to ask the family...even David...but
one can  never be too sure with swimming pools..."   He turned and looked at
Dee...David Rolf, who was staring at him in an unusual  manner.
"True, true. You can catch  your death in those things if they're not
properly looked after...it's open if you  or any of the other guests want to use it.
Mind you, when I found it a few  months ago, well, its glass roof had fallen
in, same with the floor of the  entrance foyer, tile on the walls peeling, the
drapes on the windows were ripped  to shreds, come to think of it almost as if
an animal had gotten to them. Leaves  from decades were piled up. Branches.
Homeless people might have even set fires  there to keep warm."
"We saw some homeless  people yesterday."   Jesse put  in.
"Yeah, well I try to keep  them out but I'm not a security guard. They claim
to be some kind of a cult.  That wants to bring back a dead witch or
something. Gives me and my family the  willies. Bunch of superstitious nonsense,
witches."
Jesse turned to look at  Dee, the boy looked anything but scared. Almost
reveling in the creepy factor.  Something about the boy standing amid the  glares
of sun rays coming down ...made Jesse shudder. The bricks looked more  inviting
of the sun's warmth than this kid did.
"Funny thing is when I  first pumped water through to the pool again, blimey,
it came out the color of  blood."
"Blood?"
Ben laughed, "Just years of  rust building up there...black algae, grime...I saw
those but the red...rust I'd say.  Well, I hate to be rude but I have to be
getting back to my work...on the  cars...afraid the family's neglected those as well
..."
"Okay, Mister Rolf,"  Jeremy smiled and shook his hand again,  "Nice to meet
you."
"Bye,"   Jesse  smiled.
"Bye now,"  Ben stared, smiled, and then lost the  smile when the two boys
turned.  He  picked up the wrench, watching after their backs. Dee watched his
father, then the two  boys.
Jesse whispered, "Jeremy,  he looks just like that actor, Oliver Reed..."
Jeremy nodded, "I know. I'm  glad you didn't say so in front of him. Watta
you  think?"
"Not the Doctor. British,  yeah but..."
Jeremy smiled, "You  know..."   he said, as they moved  toward the pool house
area, "...the Doctor once told me he lost a bet with Oliver  Reed...and the Doc
had to swim the English Channel totally  starkers..."
"That's Brit for  naked...?"
"Yeah."
"Wish I'd a been  there,"  Jesse pounced on his own  palm with his opposite
fist.
Jeremy admitted, "Uh uh, me  too. Did you notice that Marion, the boy, and Ben
...all of them seemed NOT to be  sweating."
"Yeah, and with a fire  going, too. What's with that? A fire in summer?"
Jeremy shrugged, "Mmmm,  maybe they were just checking out if the fireplace
was in working  order?"
"Sounds like it could be  what they were doing. I mean that Ben seems
efficient enough. Look at the  grounds around the pool house?"   Jesse pointed. The
green was green and the bushes were neatly cut and the  grass mowed. There wasn'
t a plant or tree that didn't looked groomed. The stone  edifice looked
uninviting however and as cold as the eyes of each member of the  family. "I don't
know though, they seemed...a bit strange. Even for this  town..."
"I know. Marion, Ben, you  don't think they could be the Doctor, do you?"
Jeremy wiped an arm across his  brow.
Jesse opened the duffel bag  as they approached the pool house doors. Jeremy
opened the doors. Jesse shrugged  now, "Naw, I mean the kid has as much chance
of being the Doctor as either of  them. They seemed to ....in their eyes...I
think if I saw the Doctor, I'd know it  was him."
"They say the eyes are the  window to the soul,"  Jeremy went  inside,
passed the restored entrance area and area to locker rooms, and whistled  in the
Olympic sized swimming pool area. Sunlight shone inside from the glass  roof.
The chlorine smell was not  too bad and the water looked clean and inviting,
refreshing and  relaxing.

Jesse had followed him  inside. "Reminds me of the time you tried to stab me...
and not with your  dick."
Jeremy turned around, a bit  worried. "Oh, I'm sorry about that..."
Jesse shrugged, "Oh, don't  worry. You weren't yourself. Possessed by that
cursed knife and axe, real props  from two movies...anyways, I didn't want to
remind you of that...just that it...this  place..."  Jesse moved into the pool  area
further,    "...reminds me of the TARDIS swimming  pool area,"  Jesse said and
then his  glee at being in such a posh pool house dissipated and his
shoulders slagged.  "The TARDIS..."  he said  sadly.
Wanting to take Jesse's  mind off the missing TARDIS...and the missing Doctor,
Jeremy smiled and put a hand  on his shoulder, "Let's get naked..."
"Okay but hey, I just  thought of another problem. The kid, even he could be
the Doctor. I mean if the  Doctor regenerated, how do we know he'll even look
like another adult? I think  he could regenerate into a kid, a teenager or
even a baby  infant."
"If that's so, we'll try to  check them all out,"  Jeremy said.  He moved
to an old book and opened it. It had been standing on a pedestal. He  wiped
some dust off it. "This must have been sitting here for some time..."  He opened
to a few other pages. "What  the hell?"
They stared at a page of  old yellowed photographs. On it, was Quentin.
Wearing what looked like a bathing  suit from 1896. Around him, sitting at white
rod iron tables and chairs at this  very pool house, were three women. Jeremy
reached into the plastic cover holding  the photograph. He turned it around,
careful not to let it fall apart. He looked  at the year on the back, "1896..."
"That's it, then, he hasn't  changed a bit since that year,  he's  the
Doctor,"   Jesse  nodded.
"He can't be,"  Jeremy said.
Putting his hands over  Jeremy's as the other held the book, Jesse squinted
at the photograph, "Wonder  what kind of camera took that? An old fashioned box
camera I should think."     He looked closer at  it, bringing the book up,
almost to his small pert, cute  nose.
"Watta you  doin?"
Jesse looked, "Naw, can't  be him."
"Why  not?"
Jesse put the book back  firmly in Jeremy's hands, "He's way too into all
those girls around him. I doubt  the Doc's ever been that into women. Or at
least human  women..."
Jeremy laughed, "I guess  so."  He put the book down, "but  then how do you
explain Quentin being so young  looking..."
"Well, 35 at least...not  really that young,"  Jesse took off  his shirt
first, then sat on one of the colorful beach chairs and undid his  sneakers and
finally, opened his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his  penis came
out, flopping.
Jeremy laughed, "Aren't you  going to change in the locker rooms?"
Jesse shrugged, stood up,  totally nude. "Why? Why not here? No one's around
..."
But someone was. Someone  was outside the pool building. Someone approaching.
 From that person's point of view, the  building came closer and closer. The
still summer air gave way to a breeze as  the person walked past the gate and
into the entrance way area. The person  peered out at them, watching...
Jeremy took off his shirt  also but Jesse helped him take it up to remove it
over his head, "Allow  me..."   He lifted his bare arms  up as Jeremy let go of
the shirt.
"We really..."   Jeremy's words got muffled up as  the shirt went over his
face, "shouldaaff..."
Jesse left the shirt over  his mouth for a few seconds longer than he should
have and laughed and pulled it  over his head, "That curly hair. Whatcha say?"

"We really should put some  clothes on."   Jeremy was still  talking when
Jesse planted a big kiss on his lips, even his open mouth. Jesse  put his arms
around Jeremy and pulled him tight to himself. They each could feel  the other
growing between them. "I...ahh..."
"I  fucking love you,"  Jesse said and put his head on Jeremy's  shoulder
and then not content to rest there, he kissed Jeremy's cheek and rubbed  his
back and gave him another kiss.
Watching, that someone was  breathing heavier than before.
"Me, too,"  Jeremy said. Jesse threw his lover's  shirt down to the chair.
Jesse stared at him and moved down, arms up, hands on  Jeremy's chest, rubbing,
sliding over nipples. Jesse left his hands there,  squeezing a bit and used
his mouth to feel on the pants button. He used his  teeth to undo the button
and the right half of the pants front limped downward,  revealing Jeremy's
tanned, bare flesh. Jesse moved up a bit to bite part of  Jeremy's belly button,
lightly at first, then a bit harsher. Jeremy put his head  back and leaned
backward a bit but Jesse used his hands cupped over nipples to  steady Jeremy and
pull him back some more. Jesse used his mouth to move the left  side of the
pants flap and Jeremy's sturdy dick rocketed up toward the glass  roof. It had
been too confined in the bell bottom pants far too long. Jesse  licked it up and
down, up and down, slowly at first, quicker a bit later. He  blinked and
cupped the head with his mouth, sticking his head over it and  opening his mouth
and taking Jeremy's meat fully into his mouth. He moved his  head down so the
penis went down his ...or rather up his mouth. As he did this, he  took his left
hand and pulled the right side of the pants down, lop siding the  pants on
Jeremy. One bare hip, bony and yet hot and holding some good deal of  muscle. He
took his mouth from the penis.  "No, don't stop..."
Jesse gasped, "You're so  hot this way..."   he took his  right hand now, put
his left hand back on tit above. His right hand reached down  the pants---and
he found it incredibly difficult to move his hand around in the  tight---even
though now opened bell bottoms. Yet he managed, by forcing his hand  against
bare skin of his lover and between that and the tight cloth. Into them  and
behind Jeremy's ass. He cupped the balls from behind and at first, cupped  them
fully so Jeremy moved ...thrust closer at him. Then he just barely touched
them, teased them, stroked them, just a millimeter away from them, fingertips
just barely brushing. Then when Jeremy squealed in delight at that, he touched
them more fully and more manly. He had started sucking again but this time,
making the dick move horizontally, making Jeremy feel his own hardness at moving
 that way.  Taking the dick out of  his mouth again, pre cum on his lips,
Jesse added, "but you're hot any which  way! Fuck the pants!"  Jesse took  his
hand out of them and used both hands to pull the pants down...pushing Jeremy
back, back, back...more and more...
Someone watched and the  breathing became decidedly more heavy...almost frenzied
...just the left of  wild...someone was touching themselves...
Jesse gasped, "Let them  balls let it loose!"
"Ahhhh!"  Jeremy plunged backward into the  pool...Jesse on his chest. They
both hit the water.  Jeremy used his feet to remove his  sneakers... Quickly,
Jesse followed suit by diving and pulling the pants off. Pre  cum from both of
them glistened in the pool and floated past Jesse's face.  Jeremy was moving his
feet to stay afloat...
Jesse saw the bottom, "Ten  feet,"  he said when he  surfaced.
Jeremy gasped, "Not that  big."
"Seems like you are,"  Jesse said, "I mean as you go that way,  it goes
further down and as you go toward the end we came from, it does get  shallower."
"We hit it just  perfectly..."
Jesse said, "There's  something else I wanna hit right now...that's perfecter.
"   He waved his feet and he took Jeremy into  his arms and the two of them
moved further out into the water, about 17 feet  over the bottom. Jesse took in
a lot of air and nodded to Jeremy, who did the  same. Then Jesse covered his
lover's mouth with his own and they hugged each  other and rubbed each other'
s bare backs. They floated for a few seconds and as  they moved legs and
stopped moving arms, they floated downward. They combined  lips entered the water
first and the heat, the coolness of the water, which was  just the right
temperature, and the sensation of floating made them very horny  and hot and gave
them an added sexual feeling. Bubbles came from their mouths  and floated up to
the surface...
...watched by someone who  reflected off the surface of the pool...someone who
watched the entwined bodies  float as one down...down...down...down toward the bottom
...pre cum and soon, cum would  be rising upward along with the air bubbles...
The person watching grew  more intense with his breathing...more frenzied than
before, wild,  orgasmic...huffing, puffing...the sound of  hand on member,
jerking. As if a tongue was being moved from upper lip to  lower lip.
Below, the boys had their  eyes closed as they nuzzled each other, mouths
interlocked. Tongues hidden from  pool by each other's tonsils. Jesse rubbed his
two hands to Jeremy's buttocks  and felt up the cheeks until he had to then
enter both hands to the crack  between. He took his two forefingers and put them
inside Jeremy, who jerked to  delight. Jeremy kept his lock on Jesse's mouth.
They each wondered when their  air would give out as the bubbles came out,
and seemed like larger bubbles than  before. If either of them weren't in the
thralls of sex, they might have seen a  figure standing at the pool side,
watching, observing their intimacy, shimmering  against the water from underneath
but very visible in the clearness of it.  Jeremy put his hands under Jesse's arm
pits and began to play there with his  fingers as if playing a musical
instrument. He knew this drove Jesse wild and  their dicks played sword fight with
each other. Wrapped around each other. Jesse  pressed against Jeremy, drove him
to him, pressed and pulled. Jeremy held Jesse  tight now, using his arm pits
but sliding his arms around him again from that  spot. They clung to each
other.  Their bare feet hit the bottom of the  pool. They felt the hard cement, a
clean bottomed pool, which tingled their bare  feet, from toes to heel and
every bit in between. It made them even harder than  they were before. Jeremy
wondered if the temperature of the pool went up because  of the hotness he was
feeling from Jesse and Jesse wondered the same thing. The  water seemed to heat
up.
Cum felt more fluid in the  water. Thicker. Different than the water around
it. It floated up and hit  Jesse's chin, just as his had floated up and hit
Jeremy's. Jesse reached out and  touched some of his own and mixed it up with
some of Jeremy's. Jeremy looked at  it and smiled. More came from their slits and
the parting was so different  underwater...easier...sexy...and less rugged. It
felt beautiful. They liked it both  ways. Cum drifted and Jeremy scooped a bit of
 Jesse's and through the water, waved  some onto his chest. It slid there and
up. The bottom of  the pool seemed to explode in a cloud of  white.
The person above exploded  and grunted, seemingly in pain but also in
pleasure, "Aahhhhhhhhh!"   He looked down and saw the cum  cloud.
Four feet kicked off the  bottom.
>From the top of the cum  cloud, rose two blond heads, the hair intermingling
with each other, as one  bowed on the other, then the bowed one up and the
other bowed. Four glistening  naked shoulders. Muscled arms wrapped protectively
around the other's meaty  ribs; tight abs so close together they couldn't be
seen...almost. A few times the  sloshing of water made their abs part, their
chests bump to each other and as  that happened, cum slid up and between, milking
across an ocean of peachy boy  flesh, tanned on tanned, yet not overdone. The
two bodies were rising, bubbles  of air leaving at faster rate. Almost
mimicking the pearly white semen.
A buoy of white milk  alerted the watcher to the surfacing of the two lovers.
He ran but stayed at the  marble entranceway into the pool area to watch.
Huffing and puffing, but  laughing and giggling, Jeremy and Jesse broke
surface, getting mouthfuls of  cum and chlorinated water. They huffed  for air,
panting. Between laughs. They still held each other and kicked to stay  afloat. "C
'mere,"  Jesse gasped and  put his mouth roughly on Jeremy's. He kissed him
again and deeply. Jeremy  reacted in same and kissed him back. They moved
their heads around.
The observer lost his seed  in his pants...his gasping reached a crescendo but
the other two couldn't hear it.  He cam and it felt so good, so very good...
first time...splitting dick slit so that  burning fluid could come out...filling his
underwear with very hot, burning  fluid...dick burnt...tingling sizzling...HOT!
"Geeze--zus, that was  hot!"  Jeremy said and splashed  himself and Jesse. He
hit Jesse in the face with water and cum.
Jesse laughed and moved  away, feigned that he would head toward the edge of
the pool, and then returned  fire with a huge splash of his own at Jeremy. The
two began splashing each  other. They both moved toward the lower end of the
pool, laughing, playing  around, splashing...touching, getting behind one
another and pushing body and head  down in the water, water wrestling...
The eyes watching were  getting angrier. Madder. Satiated with the
masturbation but now that that was  over...there was nothing. Nothing but her bidding.
Yet, the two he watched were  still enjoying themselves, each other's company.
That had to  stop.
Jeremy and Jesse splashed  and didn't notice the water splashing irregularly.
Jeremy yelled and moved out  toward the middle of the pool again, having been
renewed by their play and  having caught his breath. He swam out toward the
middle where they were. "I  hope...this..."  he huffed, "I hope cum  will be
cleared out by the filtering system."
Jesse followed him, "It  will, I'm sure..."   He swam arm  over arm, feet
behind him.
Suddenly, what seemed like  the waves of the oceans rose up. The water became
choppy. A huge wave hit both  of them, hitting between them. Washing over
their heads. Something seemed to  suck at them.
"What the hell?"  Jeremy asked. Water filled his mouth as  another torrent
hit him down.
Normally, both of them  would have liked that but this sucking was different.
Almost like being caught  in a whirlpool that you made as a kid when walking
around an above the ground  pool so much that it created a kind of  whirlpool
of a one way current. This was like that but from all  directions.
Jesse yelled, "Something's  wrong! We're being sucked..."   A  wave spilled
over his head.
More and more waves,  surrounded by brilliantly high splashes, rain from no
where, and blasts. They  couldn't see each other, let alone their own bodies.
And the splashes that came  from no place as if someone were depth charging
them from above. One giant  splash rose up between them, separating them from
each other. "Jesse! Where are  you?"
"I can't see  you!"
The sky seemed to go cloudy  and the grays moved in overhead. The sun seemed
to vanish. The eyes watched the  boys in the pool and gleamed with happiness
at the predicament of the two boys.  The waves grew choppy and both of them
felt they were in the ocean just off some  beach someplace. Both Jeremy and Jesse
had been surfing before. Both had seen  choppy waves and bad storms come up.
Both knew the feel of the ocean and its  ways. They both now knew this was
like that...only worse...and soon their heads  vanished from the surface of the pool...

Rising and lower, the water  washed over the pool and kept on storming, waves
hit the sides of the pool until  nothing could be seen...water washing up over
the sides to the tiles on each side  of the pool itself...
The watcher could not see  either boy...his eyes...Jeremy and Jesse were gone
from the surface...only stormy seas  remained...
TBC