Date: Sat, 09 Feb 2008 13:30:10 -0500
From: J
Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, AND JEREMY  79

Black and white image on a scanner. A deep voice says, "Dark Shadows 3976,
VTR number 1-9-08, AIR 1-20-08, DRK 79..."  at the same time that a man
with semi hairy arms holds up a clipboard that separates with the same
information on it that the man just stated.

Damon nodded, "Will you look at that? Those ghosts are playing havoc with
my scanner screen...what does it mean?"

Jesse waved, "Ahh, they're just annoying. This place needs an exorcism."

Damon frowned and moved a dial on the scanner controls under the console
top.

"Ahhh," Jeremy frowned also, "Forget about them."

"I've been trying to trace some remnant particles of the..."

"You think he might have exploded?"  Jeremy jumped closer to Damon.

"We've seen him explode hundreds of times...."

"Jesse, this isn't funny..."

Damon wondered what he meant, "It's been difficult but... I've managed to
track the residue of him and, well, maybe him, and his TARDIS."

Jeremy asked, "So you think that planet is where the Doctor is?"

Damon squinted, "Affirmative. I believe it is. And..."  he moved nearer to
the wall the scanner was projecting onto. "It looks a little familiar to
me."

"What year?"  Jesse asked, "I mean you told us it was Christmas time when
the Doctor was thrust...excuse that word, into another vortex..."

"Squeezed would be more like the word," Damon said, "It looks so so
familiar."

"Well, what planets have you been to?"  Jesse asked, "If it's like the
Doctor, it's probably almost an infinite amount..."

"Not that many. I only have been sent to observe..."

"Sent by...?"  Jesse asked.

"The High Council, of course," Damon shrugged as if they should have known
this.

"The High Council of?"  Jeremy queried.

"Time Lords, of course," Damon sauntered over to him.

"So you came from Gallifrey?"  Jesse moved to them both.

"Yes. Oh, I know it was some time ago. And the Time War destroyed the
planet..."

"The Time War?"  Jeremy dropped his shoulders, "Oh. I thought you're being
here meant the Doctor was wrong...that Gallifrey was still around in the
present. Our present...his present."  He shut his eyes, "This time travel
stuff is still a bit tricky to us..."

"It might be, just that I know that it and I...perished somehow in it,"
Damon nodded.

"I...I'm....Damon...are you sure?"  Jeremy asked.

In a matter of fact way, Damon said, "I think so. It's difficult to tell
but my own personal timeline..."

"You're not supposed to look at that, aren't you?"  Jesse smiled, glancing
at Jesse.

Damon blushed red.  "No, not really. Suppose that's the Doctor's
influence...I did. I found it ended at the Time War..."

"And..."  Jesse hesitated, and then went ahead and asked, "You're okay with
that?"

"Something strange has happened to time. I was out on my usual tours and
saw this nexus point so came here. Then I realized, time, well, changed
somehow. I was meant to die in the Time War. I'm okay, as you say, with
that, because if that is how I was meant to die, it is how I was meant to
die. I've lived a very long life. Well close to 2000. I've seen a lot. Why
I haven't yet died, when the rest of Gallifrey seems to be not in the here
and now, I'm not sure. I also know that you two ...are not the cause of it,
why time changed or why the Time War effects seem to be changing and why
I'm alive. I wasn't sure at first...then when I heard you rant and rave
about the Doctor, I knew you must have been two of his companions..."

"A great more than that," Jesse murmured.

"What?"

"Jesse."  Jeremy scolded. "Damon, I...I'm sorry..."

"It is all right. I am prepared for my own future, whatever that may be."

Jesse waited a beat before asking, "So you can cause it to rain?"

"A small excitation," Damon said, "The Doctor showed me how to do that."

Jeremy looked at his wrist watch, "It's almost time...."

"Trouble is, how can we keep most of the people out of the harbor, out of
harm's way?"  Jesse wondered.

"I...I think I know how," Damon said and moved to a far end wall. He opened
a white closet, the parting of the wall almost seamless with the sleek
roundels of the ship's interior. From within the neatly stacked shelves...

"He's as neat as the Doctor..."

"Not..."

Damon brought out a small device, "If you think you can wear this on your
ear and let it lay around your neck, the wire I mean. The wire will cause
your vocalizations to attract almost every human being that will be outside
to you...even humanoids who can't really hear you with their auditory
canals..."

"Talks like the Doctor."

"Yeah..."

"..."  Damon tilted his head.  "...will be drawn to where ever you sing
like a magnet."  He stood up, held it out, and moved over to Jesse.

"Like flies to shit."  Jesse took it.

"Yes, if that is the word for feces and those annoying pests that liter the
air around human waste..."  Damon said, a bit bewildered by this kind of
talk, "If you feel you can sit still and sing through all this."

"My friend," Jesse put his arm around Damon, "When I sing, I do anything
but sit still..."

"It will work in tandem with my TARDIS hum...to comfort others..."

Jeremy looked at them, "I think with Carolyn's help, we can quickly
convince the Blue Whale owner---Harvey Keitel by the way..."

"WHAT?"  Jesse gasped. Keitel came to fame in the early films of Martin
Scorsese. "Voted one of the 100 sexiest stars by Empire Magazine..."  Jesse
leaned in to Damon's ear, "He's not by the way...nice man, though..."

Jeremy cleared his throat and went on, "...to get you to sing there. Place
looked pretty dead...no pun intended...the last time I was there..."

"Yeah," Jesse said, "And I'm just itchin for a gig..."

"A ..gig?"

"Yeah," Jesse said and kissed Damon on the cheek and ran out of the TARDIS.

Damon felt his cheek. "Oh. Oh. My."

Jeremy came over to him and kissed him on the other cheek, "Thanks for
helping us. And I know you'll help us find the Doctor too, once all this
mess is over with."  He ran toward the door.

"I...thank you. For that. I don't know what that was exactly. I've not
observed humans on Earth for very long. I have seen you and the other one
do this with each other and the other one do it with the one called
Robin..."

Jeremy turned and looked at him. He laughed. "It's the kiss thing. I'm sure
you must have heard about it."

Damon smiled, bewildered. "I think...I think I quite like it."

"Good," Jeremy said, "C'mon, we don't have much time..."

"What I need to do, I have to do from here," Damon said, a bit flustered
and red in the face. "I have to set up the sound and the vibrational
intonations..."

"The good feelings that will attract the crowd?"

"Yes as you say. And I must ready the atmospheric excitation. I'm not as
good at it as the Doctor is."

"Most people are not as good at most things as the Doctor is...at most
things..."  His smile faded a bit.

Damon came over to him and held his right arm, "Human. Jeremy. I will help
you find the Doctor. I'm anxious to see him again, myself."

Jeremy had looked down in sadness but now he looked up, as Damon smiled at
him. "Thank you for that, Damon. Thanks for coming clean."

"Cumming? Oh, I know about that, too. I have seen Robin and Jesse, is that
his name? I have seen them cumming often. You, as well, with Thomas
Connelly."

After a pregnant pause......"Uhh, yeah," Jeremy said, "You were watching
us?"

"I had to check you out. Make sure you were not causing the Time
Distortion, the History change."

"Time Lords are just...creepy..."  Jeremy shivered and shuddered in an
exaggerated manner, and began to walk out, "Make sure you lock this..."

Before Jeremy could make it outside, Jesse came back inside, almost
colliding with him. "Jesse? What's wrong?"  Jeremy moved past him to the
airlock area that linked the inner and outer doors, "Is someone out there?"

"No, no, nothing like that..."  Jesse shrugged and turned red in the face.

Damon came over to them to listen. They turned to him.

"It...it's rather a silly thing, really," Jesse averted their direct eye
contact.

"What?"  Jeremy grabbed his hands.

"I just...it's the TARDIS. That TARDIS hum. It's...it...it's just good to
hear it after so long...of not hearing it."

"I know what you mean. It's comforting and relaxing. Reassuring. I mean
this TARDIS hum is slightly different to our TARDIS hum but it is good to
hear one again."  Jeremy turned to Damon.

Damon smiled, "It's not uncommon to travelers separated from their TARDIS
to feel the emptiness of the hum and the TARDIS itself..."

"We...we're gonna go..."  Jeremy pointed outside and let go of Jesse. He
used his free hand to gently shove Jesse's shoulder and push him out of the
grandfather clock. "Lock these doors..."

Jesse, outside, said, "He's creepy."

"I think all Time Lords are creepy, cept for the Doctor..."

"Really? What about the time he...."  As they walked off, Damon's TARDIS
scanner's audio did not pick up the rest.

"Yes, I will. We are...creepy."  Not sure what he meant by saying this to
himself or indeed, why it made him creepy to them, Damon pulled the door
handle on the console that automatically made the doors shut and lock. Both
the outer and inner airlock doors were shut tight. "I hope that means
something good."  He put his hands together and reached for the console,
"Now to get to work..."


The day was sunny and hot. Dick Grayson and Jeremy moved around the pier
while Jesse went to The Blue Whale with Carolyn. Adam was still caring for
Quentin in the old broken down building. It wasn't far from the broken down
Collins Rectory, off Pine Wood Road, the heavily wooded area that would
keep most tourists away. Adam didn't dare remove the chains even though
Quentin had returned to his human form. He was sure Quentin, even in human
form, was under Laura's spell.

Carl Kolchak was with Angelique, looking for the altar of the
Leviathans. He felt very uneasy with someone who looked like the witch he
had fought and indeed, claimed to have been the very witch at one point in
her lives.  Joe Haskell also moved about the piers. He had his eyes on the
boats and ships, looking for cult members. In the Blue Whale, Jesse set up
his music with a makeshift band, a typical sixties band. The sounds of
fireworks filled the day. Some were small sounding blasts from fireworks,
some were louder explosions from the M-80s that men in their twenties and
male teens set off. Some were fathers of families showing their kids a good
time. The blasts and cracks that filled the air were continuous and
constant.  It seemed like such a normal Fourth of July...

Collin's Bay, that great stretch of sea on the Eastern side of the huge,
beautiful peninsula, one of hundreds on the Atlantic border, was dotted
with ships of all sizes. To Jeremy, it seemed impossible that so many ships
could actually fit in the bay. Many moved downward from the bay toward
Shipwreck Point, past Widow's Hill and beyond. The islands below the
peninsula, such as St Eustace Island (noted for its castle keep structure
that all but engulfs the island), the tinier Collin's Island, and farther
away island called Little Windward. Few if any tourists and shipping
vacationers dared enter the more Northern Hatter's Cove, due to its
proximity to Collinwood itself, however a few did. Some docked on the sides
of the small semi beaches there. Due to the trees, just about the top of
Collinwood could be seen, the huge bird perches that used to be built so
birds could fly down and eat garbage during garbage strikes. Even the
smallest points seen stirred onlookers' goose bumps. The more remote areas
of Collinsport were set between Harrington and Millbridge, huge areas of
land, forests, tiny islands, that just begged for strange time and space
events, monsters, and the supernatural to hide in. Collinsport was well
known for seeming to move around in time and space somehow, off the maps,
taken out of many history books due to the family trying to cover up the
strange goings on. But today, Maine, and Collinsport in particular, was
just another town celebrating the Fourth. The public beach further up, even
more Northern, was packed with people sunbathing, swimming, skim boarding,
surfing, and walking. The air seemed still contrasting with the noise of
partiers, children, fireworks, and a slight warm breeze.

"Calm before the storm," Jeremy wondered. Horror, true horror, is all the
more frightening when it takes place in full day, not during a lightning
and thunderstorm or at night.



Jonathan Hart and Jennifer snuck around the brick corner of the caretaker's
area on the Collinwood grounds. "Darling, look..."

Jonathan squinted in the sunlight, holding the side of the building. "It's
them and look at what they've got..."

He saw Ben Rolf trying to pull the painting away from two cult members, two
younger men in red capes and wearing little else beneath. Jennifer put her
hand over her brow to see better, "It looks like he's finally resisting..."

"Come on but not too close," Jonathan said. As they moved to the door, it
suddenly opened. The taller cult member punched Ben on the chin and Ben
fell backward into his wife Marian, who screamed and snarled at them in her
great Karen Black-ish manner. The two men ran out, holding the Quentin
painting between them. "What luck," Jonathan said.

Jennifer shrugged, "You always had luck..."

"I got you, didn't I?"  He turned, kissed her and ran.  The two men saw him
and ran. Suddenly, a small dog, Freeway, ran across their path, causing
them to fall. The painting skidded across the cement paved road that cars
used to get to the garage and the caretaker area. Jonathan ran for the
painting. "Good dog, Freeway!"

Max was not too far from them, holding the leash. Jonathan grabbed the
painting but the second cult member rose up, a bulky man, if not the taller
of the two. He sported the long hair of all the cult members and Jonathan
could see his bulging muscles beneath the cape, arms as big as cinder
blocks, abs of steel and a huge chest. He ducked but still was hit...in his
own chest and went down.

"Jonathan!"  Jennifer ran toward them.

The taller cult member took up the painting and ran, with it, on his
own. The painting was large and slowed him down, however, he had a huge
head start.

The bulky man was intent on finishing Jonathan off, taking out a knife from
somewhere on his person. Jonathan shook his head, "Now, just where were you
hiding that?"  He shook his head, "No, wait, I don't wanna know."

>From behind the man, Jennifer hit the cult member with her pocket book. It
made contact with his head. The man spun round.  He laughed. Then he
crumbled to the ground and was unconscious. "Are you all right, darling?"

"Yeah, sure," Jonathan stood up with help from both Jennifer and Max. "But,
uh, either you have a strong left pocketbook or..."

"Yeah, Mrs H," Max said in his gravel voice, "How'd you do that?"

Jennifer opened her pocket book and took out a red brick.  "A trick I
learned from Tara King..."

Max took the pocket book and the brick and looked at them. Jennifer made
him put the brick back inside.

Jonathan shook the bewilderment out of his head and looked toward the
taller man, who was just entering the woods. "He's entering the picnic area
I think...and he's got a head start..."

Jennifer puffed, "Are you okay to go after...?"

"I have to be. I want that painting..."

"It'll never go with our living room décor..."  Jennifer joked.

"Come on, darling," Jonathan gasped and ran. She grabbed back her pocket
book, brick inside, and ran after Jonathan, who, as usual, had a big head
start on her.



A TV set up over the bar had James Darren moving down a red hallway, past a
red couch, moving after a ghostly woman who was far ahead of him. The girl
went outside toward another building, a one level, old hotel with a slated
roof, looking Mexican in origin. A James Darren voice over said, "I wanted
to run. But I had to follow her. I was trapped in a whirlpool that kept
sucking me in deeper and deeper. Where was I going? Why couldn't I fight
it?"

At the Blue Whale, drinker Bob Rooney asked, "Come on, Harv, what is this
stuff on the TV?"  Bob slammed a drink onto the bar.

>From Harvey Keitel waved him off, "It's a movie, my buddy James Darren's
in the thing. It's called Venus in Furs. You'll like it, if you shut up
enough..."


Bob waved him off now.

Harvey was standing on the stage where Jesse was set up with a microphone,
a band behind him. Tommy Connelly was at a table and went up to Bob and
said, "It's on one of the first VHS tapes. Looks good, huh?"

"I'll say..."  Bob said as James Darren was shirtless now and in bed with
his co-star. They were hugging and kissing but nothing overt was seen.

"Kid," Harvey shook his head, "Look, I'm letting you do this gig based on
the word of that nice, old recluse, Elizabeth Collins..."

"I heard that," Elizabeth said as he entered the Blue Whale.  "So...THIS is
the famous Blue Whale I've heard so much about..."

Harvey turned and went over to her and kissed her hand, "No offense,
lady...your word is good enough for me as I was about to tell the kid..."

"Well, if you put it that way..."

Jesse nodded and covered the mike with one hand so no one could hear him,
"Don't worry, pops, you'll love this music..."  He turned to his band, the
Cowsill family.  "You guys and gals think you got the songs down pat?"

They acknowledged they did. Jesse was impressed. It was just a short time
they had to learn the songs. Barry and Bob were on guitars. Jesse thought,
"God, they're cute."  John was on drums. "God, he's cute, too."

"Jesse, do you have the wire on, yet?"

"Huh?"  Jesse asked as he tapped the ear piece. "Yes, Damon. Otherwise,
how'd I hear you?"

"Wrap the wire around your neck."

"What?"  Jesse said, "Oh."  He put the wire from the ear piece which went
down his sexy shirt just for show, on his neck. "Done."

Susan was a little girl who was on a microphone, too.

Jesse turned, "I'm so glad you guys were here. I know I'm a virtual unknown
but..."

"Save it, guy," Barry said, "We like your style, we like your lyrics, and
we've put aside all differences to help you."

"Thanks. You'll never know how much this means," Jesse smiled. He thought
about Barry. He wanted so much to warn him about staying out of New
Orleans. Hurricane Katrina would take his life. Jesse thought about the
Doctor. Could he warn Barry? Would that change time as the Doctor is always
going on about? "Some things can be changed," he heard the Doctor say in
the past, "Some things we can affect and produced an effect. Other things
we must not try to change since they can be changed but mustn't!"  Jesse
sighed. "If only I knew the difference when which was which or when when
was when."  If this wasn't so serious an issue, he's laugh at those very
thoughts. He also remembered the Doctor saying, "Some things no matter how
hard you try to change them, can't be changed. If you try, you can make
things worse, or make more people suffer and the end result might be the
same: death for the one you are trying to save and maybe others..."

Fredrick Forrest, whom Jesse was sure would go on to play the first captain
in the TV show 21 JUMPSTREET, was at one of the tables not far from the
bar. Everything was so antiquated in this bar, Jesse thought as he set up
the first song, "You guys ready?"

"Yes," they all said.

Bob Cowsill nodded, "Perfectionist..."

Another frequent bar fly, George McCoy came in, took his hat off and nodded
to Elizabeth, "Liz Collins, how nice to see you here..."

Harvey in a good natured manner, nodded to him, took his hat and put it on
a wall hanger, "Buzz off McCoy, she's mine..."

Liz shrugged, "For now..."  then she winked at George.

Jesse raised his eye brows. Looks like ole Miss Stoddard is after some. He
began the song. He prayed within that it wouldn't cause any anachronisms in
time.

George looked at the TV set, "Change this crap...c'mon Harv..."

Harvey nodded to the bar tender, who changed the channel. A news reporter
was talking. "And the raid on Entebbe Airport, just hours ago, left
Lieutenant Colonel Netanyahu dead by a sniper's bullet. Five other Israeli
commandos were also killed. Although three of the hostages were killed, the
operation is looked at as a success since 100 hostages were freed. The six
terrorists, a mix of Palestinian and German descent, were also slain, as
well as 45 Ugandan soldiers, some of them snipers."

Jesse, who had been about to open his mouth to sing, stopped, looked at the
report and was wide eyed.  It was as if the terrible thoughts and news of
both the New Orleans tragedy in the future and the raid were trying to stop
him. As if some outside force were making him focus on the evils of the
past and the present, delaying his singing. Could it be the devil itself?



Walking with Robin along the pier, Jeremy asked, "What the hell's taking
Jesse so long to start? There's still innocent people all over the
place..."

And he was correct. Children were lighting firecrackers. Men and women were
walking along. Parents were watching teenagers blow off M-80 fireworks
along the concrete path toward the park. Robin shrugged. He was signing
autographs of children and other fans. Many were young teen girls who were
in love with Robin...or as Jeremy guessed, Robin's thick, hot legs.

"I don't know but he'd better get these people away from me. I've out here
to fight and protect them, not sign autographs..."





"In the weeks before the raid, the Israeli government sought peaceful,
political ways to end the crisis but the terrorists were not biting..."

Jesse began singing the song....



Sunday night I feel so low Count the hours they go so slow

(Jesse looking at the grandfather clock ticking away in the grand hall of
Collinwood)


I know the sound of your voice Can save my soul

(Jesse recalling the Doctor talking to him...and talking and talking; Jesse
smiled then and smiles now as he sings).


City lights, streets of gold

(Jesse thinks about all the cities on Earth in past and present times as
well as future that the Doctor has shown him; he recalls a planet where
there were actual streets of gold...and how the Doctor told him the final
paradise will have streets of gold...)




Look out my window to the dark shadows below Moves so fast and it feels so
cold And we're all alone

(Jeremy peering over Jesse's shoulder as they share a look out the window
of their room at Collinwood...and see the wind blowing tree branches across
the sky, down falling....to the dark brown leaves and green grass below...)



Don`t let me die I`m losing my mind

(Jesse grabs his hair with one hand and makes as if he is pulling it out,
which he feels like doing because the Doctor is gone so long to him...even
if it was just a week or so...it felt like much longer; perhaps he's
forgotten that he and Jeremy were in other times and places just before
arriving at Collinwood...or were they?)


Time Lord baby just give me a sign


And now that you're gone I just wanna be with you And I can't go on I wanna
be with you Wanna be with you I can't sleep and I`m up all night Through
these tears I try to smile I know the touch of your hand Can save my life

(A time when the Doctor reached out to pull Jesse's hand to save him from
some danger; Cybermen, Daleks, a fall off a cliff; and when the Doctor
throws the tree bomb at the dinosaur to save Jesse's life in 1813 near the
Red woods in England)


Don`t let me down Come to me now I got to be with you some how Repeat
Chorus

(Somewhere, a bald monk who looked like Patrick Stewart of STAR TREK: THE
NEXT GENERATION, looks up from his cross-legged, sitting-Indian style
position...his eyes open wide...in terror and in love...at the same time)

(As Jesse continued to sing, he thought about the craziest thing...this
song was given a version by Disney Channel. When he worked there as a
younger teen...or was it one of the times when the Doctor took him back to
do some work for the Disney Channel? He wasn't sure. He didn't always
remember when they came back or if it was his life before the
Doctor....BD...so to speak...it didn't matter now. The song was made into a
version that had lyrics like I JUST WANNA BE WITH POOH...Winnie the
Pooh. Jesse thought that funny. It was made into a video. He wondered why
something so trivial came to him now. Perhaps the trivial things are the
things that are important...in a way. He also thought about was his life
better now? Did the Doctor and time and space traveling make his life
better? Look where he was now...lost in another time...away from his family
and friends. How he could question that was beyond him. He had
Jeremy...just that alone...he was aware of Jeremy before meeting Jeremy. He
never actually met him until they had, together, saved the Doctor that
first time. He had seen his movies and thought about how hot Jeremy
was...even thought about how it would feel to be with him...and somehow
secretly he feel in love with the idea. That dream came to pass thanks to
the Doctor...and oddly enough, the Master's plan. Even if he never saw the
Doctor again...and that made his throat almost stick as he sang...he would
have Jeremy and that warmed him...but he wanted the Doctor back...he and
Jeremy both did.)

And now that you're gone Who am I with-out you now I can't go on I just
wanna be with you Repeat Chorus

As Jesse sang, hundreds of onlookers toward the pier, came to a decision to
go to the Blue Whale. Some thought it was to eat. Some thought it was to
watch TV, some thought it was to hear the band...and this group were partly
correct.  The girls that had Robin signing, turned to look at the Blue
Whale from across the way. They shrugged. One left Robin with her autograph
paper in his hand. Jeremy smiled at him. "He's doing it."

Robin held the pen and paper out, "I don't know if I should feel grateful
or...disappointed. I've never had so many fans leave me. Nor girls leave me
for another...so fast..."

"Jesse's has that effect on women...and on a number of healthy gay boys,
too," Jeremy laughed.

Robin looked at him, put the pen into his utility belt and held out the
autograph, "Want my auto?"

Jeremy took it, "Hey, yeah, sure."  He put it in his pocket.

"Are you sure people are in danger?"

"Yeah," Jeremy said, "But look at how many ships are coming in...

"Now, we must strike now!"  Laura Collins was yelling.  She was on one of
the Collin's ships. David was with her and smiling. She had her arms on
David from behind, wrapped around his neck and shoulders, like a loving
mother. But she was far from that. Jeremy squinted, "Do you see that?"

"What?"  Robin took a small red pair of binoculars from his utility
belt. He handed them to Jeremy.

Jeremy took them, used them, and then put them down from his eyes for a few
seconds to give Robin a double take.

"What?"  Robin smirked.

"You're so weird..."

"Yeah."  Robin smiled and put an arm around Jeremy's shoulders.

Jeremy looked again. On the bow of the ship now, David stood, erect, with
Laura behind him. She put her hands up to the clear blue sky.



Many of the picnicking families picked up their baskets and blankets and
headed out toward the Blue Whale. One small family, two children, a
redheaded boy and a redheaded girl, a blond mother and a red haired father,
stayed. They wanted to enjoy the sun and fresh air. Six cult members came
from the woods. They had been in waiting. They moved toward the family,
long knives in their hands.

As the parade of firework ships came to rest on the side of the pier, cult
members, long red robes on, came forth. Some merely put their robes
on. Jeremy and Robin looked all around them. Robin punched one hand into
the other, "Bet they didn't expect so many ships to come in early and have
people head to the pier."

Many people didn't even know why but they decided to go the Blue Whale. It
was, of course, Jesse's singing, aided by Damon's device that tingled most
of the people's senses. A subliminal message embedded in the music as well
as a desire to hear more of Jesse would get them out of harm's way.

A man on a yacht in Collin's Bay said, "Let's go to this fab place called
the Blue Whale."

A woman, drinking from a wine glass, raised it, "You've been there before,
darling?"

"What? No, just that...I've got to go..."

"Oh...well, if we must..."

"We must..."



A family turned around their boat. The woman asked he husband why. He
pointed to the two children, a boy and a girl. "We wanna go to the Blue
Whale," they both said at the same time.

"What's the Blue Whale?"

"A restaurant..."  the man said, "I think it's...I think I know where it
is."

The wife accusingly asked, "You've been there before?"

"No, never," the man shook his head.

And so it went like this almost all over....a few stayed behind...but most
moved toward the area of the Blue Whale. Hundreds of ships and boats
docked. Beachgoers left the beach and became Blue Whale-goers.



Jeremy used the binoculars again. "Laura looks quite upset. I'm guessing
she wanted the fires to consume as many people as she could on the
water. But now..."

Robin put a fist into his opposite palm, "Now, the people are headin' to
the Blue Whale and it's time for me to whale on the cult members..."

"Because if they can't have the people sacrificed one way, they'll try the
other..."

Robin nodded, "Don't worry about them, I'll take care of them."

As Robin ran to "greet" some of the cult, Jeremy said, "But there's too
many of them..."

"How many?"  Robin turned and kept running, backwards.

"I guess about 100," Jeremy called.

"Only that many?"  Smirking, Robin shrugged, "Easy..."

Jeremy called on a walkie talkie, "Mister Kolchak?"

"We've found the altar."  Carl called back. "Angelique's destroying it
now."


"Good," Jeremy said, "Any sign of the..."

"They just appeared...and God, they're ugly..."

Oberon, a pasty faced Leviathan which looked male, appeared from thin
air. First, he seemed like a carpet of brown maggots in the air,
hanging. Then, his form materialized into a man wearing a satin purple
robe, hood up. "We will not permit that."

Angelique had already waved her arms over the altar and it cracked in two,
"Sorry, too late."

"No!"  A female Leviathan appeared. This was Haza. "You shall suffer..."

Angelique laughed, her patented laugh. "Oh, and what shall you two do...to
me?"

Carl hid the box behind his back.

Robin was making short work of the cult members. One slashed a knife at him
and Robin put his arm up and back. He feigned. He put his fist in the man's
face as the man lunged.

BAM!

He tried that again on another and for his efforts, a long cut was made on
his forearm. Robin looked at it, "Only makes me madder!"  He kicked the
man's stomach...

OOOOOFFF!

POW!!!

... and soon, about ten cult members were on the ground, unconscious. Robin
saw about ten more moving onto a docked ship. People were trying to get off
it. He ran to them and kicked out with both legs in opposite directions.

CRAAACK!!!

The people on the ship had been three couples. Robin could detect that they
had been drinking but not heavily. The cult members were attacking them
when Robin lunged into two of them from behind. He bounced two heads
together...

THUNK!!! THAWACK!

Robin re-did his split leg thing and soon, five were unconscious, one
hanging his arms over the edge of the boat. "Get outta here!"

One of the women yelled, "We'll call the police!"

You do that, Robin thought as he punched in two directions, taking two more
down.

SOCK!

WHAP!!!

That left three more. Two came up behind him. They held his arms. The third
came at him from the front. Robin jerked his legs up and double feet kicked
into the man's chest.

WHAM!

He reeled back, holding it. Robin then threw one of the men on his shoulder
at the other and jerked his body backward. The two men hit each other and
Robin pressed on their backs to make them smash into each other faster.

SPLATTTT!!!

As Robin took down several more, he saw people starting to move away from
the area and toward...the Blue Whale. As a cult member came at him with a
knife upraised, he punched the man in the chin and looked at the
exodus. "Holy Pied Piper!"  He smiled and kicked up at two more cult
members.

Jesse continued to sing. As he sang a new song...there was a business man
type sitting in the bar, taking notes. Jesse didn't notice him. Yet.  He
started to take notes on the fast song Jesse sang. It was Allright,
Allright, Here's My Fist, Where's the Fight by Sahara Hotnights as featured
on the ALEX RIDER soundtrack. Jesse noticed him but kept singing anyway. He
spotted more and more people crowding into the Blue Whale. He wondered if
there would be room for all of them.

Others began to arrive.

Jonathan Hart ran after the cult member who had the Quentin portrait. He
noticed the man ran toward a cliff where several people were sky
diving. "What's he doing?"  He puffed, but didn't slow down. He kept on
running.

The cult member ran past the people who asked him what he was doing. He
ignored them and dove off the cliff. Jennifer, who was tailing Jonathan,
gasped, "Jonathan!!!"  She joined him at the Cliffside where the two of
them stopped running...like normal people when they see a cliff, they stop.

Jonathan and Jennifer looked down but they saw the red cape of the cult
member zooming back up. Jonathan pulled Jennifer backward. The cult member
was using the red cape as wings. They flapped and rode the wind. The man
rose with it, laughing.

"It's like an old Flash Gordon cliffhanger serial!"  Jonathan started.

"He's getting away!"  Jennifer gasped. "With the painting!"

Jonathan looked around, moved over to a man with the sky diving straps in
his hands. The man was preparing to attach himself to the sky diving
device.  "Darling, pay the man..."  Jonathan took the straps out of the
man's hands.

"Now wait a minute!"  The man yelled in protest but Jonathan just put
himself into the rig.

"I'm fully trained in this..."  Jonathan leaped off the cliff and followed
the cult member into the air.

"Will this do?"  Jennifer handed the man a check.

"Look hon," The man didn't yet look at the check, "No amount of money
will..."  then he looked at the check. And passed out. His partner, a man,
caught him in his arms, dropping his own sky diving rig.

Jennifer looked out from the cliff. "Jonathan! Be careful!"

"It looked easier when Buster Crabbed used to do it!"  Jonathan
yelled. "WOWWIE!"

>From a fiery cave, Diablos yelled, "We need sacrifices!!!!"

"I call upon you, Leviathans that be, empower us!"  Laura raised her arms.

Jesse began singing a new song. It was "Good to Be Here..."  by Rooster.

As the song played, the man watching him, wrote some more notes in a pad.



You're waiting for the night to come Your eyes start shining as the sun
begins to fall The feeling something's going on An unseen gravity starts
pulling you along

(Bridge) Someone's by your side

(Jesse thinks of the times Jeremy came up behind him to join him and then
move to the front of his body to protect him from some villain or
monster...)

you came alone it's fine Every one in here is with you

(Jesse smiles into the crowd) (Chorus)


Can you feel it take a look around?  Can't you hear it?



(Laura has zombies rising from the water...these are both recent dead and
ancient. Some are just bones, some are flesh and blood, some have worms on
them...there are sailors from the sea...victims of vampire and werewolf
alike...victims of storms at sea...Tim Braithewaite, John Hart, and many
others. Laura starts laughing uncontrollably)


Sure is good to be here There's no reason We can't get off the ground

(Jonathan Hart is flying after the cult member who has the painting.)


So come on, throw your hands up

(Jesse does just that as he sings but then remembers this old fashioned
mike has to be hand held to his mouth)


Sure is good to be here with you



(Zombies come up from the water and get onto a boat that Robin is clearing
cult members off of)

Jeremy yelled to him, "Robin, lookout!!!"

(Jeremy runs to the boat and Robin jumps down, zombies grab them from ahead
and behind, a zombie lifts Robin off the ground from behind, while one
starts to move in and try to bite his upper leg...you know, the part where
he's really, really hot...)

Your feet are lifting off the ground Floating weightless as you're held up
by the crowd Reactions speeds up then slows down You feel like screaming
but you can not hear a sound

(Jeremy felts a zombie choking the life out of him...he looked as his head
was jerked back and for a short time he could see the half flesh, half
skeletal face blandly, unemotionally, tensing physically to kill him, its
own eyes raging at him in a detached sort of manner, cold seaweed covered
hands around his neck...and he could swear he could feel the bone of the
zombie's middle fingers on both hands digging in; his air was being cut
off; he saw the thing's face and chest but soon Jeremy's eyes start bulging
out of his head, he can't even scream...)