Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2005 13:25:40 EST
From: J
Subject: JESSE, JEREMY, AND THE SON OF DOCTOR WHO part one

"I am your father."

"What? Who are you?"

"Your father."

"My real mother and father...?"

"Are not. I am your father. Your mother..."

"Why are you here now?"

"You were about to die in your sleep."

"Oh."

"My memory cells are passed onto you. My mind to you. My soul..."

"To me?"

"Yes. I am the last Doctor there can be. After this, I shall move on."

"To the afterlife."

"Yes."

"This I leave you."

"Oh how nice. A big blue box."

"TARDIS."

"What's it..."

He reached out his hand to me and a wave of greenish purplish light flew
from it to me and engulfed me from the top of my head to the bottom of my
feet. It also spread to take in the TARDIS. I tilted to fall backward but
the light held me up from falling.

"You are inexperienced. You have my knowledge but not my actual
experience. You will need companions, chosen by myself and the TARDIS
based on your likes... Farewell, my son..."

In a haze of yellow I found the doors opening to the blue box and passed
through into some kind of strange dimensional breezeway of blackness and
hot summer wind. A strange illusionary bridge into the main control room.
I fell to the console and then to the floor. The wheezing groaning sound.
The jerking of the control room and the TARDIS itself. I rolled. And
rolled.

"Okay let's take it from the top..."  Jesse said with a mike in his hand,
"One...two..."  Someone stopped him.

"Jesse, Jesse, we've ahh," his guitarist came up behind him and put an
arm around the blond boy's shoulders, "We've ahh been at this from
midnight. It's like 7 am now."

"I know. I'm not tired but..."  Jesse laughed, "Okay I gotcha. You can
all go home now. I'm sorry. I just lost track of time."

"And still as energetic as ever..."  The guitarist laughed. The others
started packing up their gear and the manager came forward. Suddenly a
large blue box half appeared behind Jesse and sorta pushed him out of the
way. It appeared more solidly and the door opened. I fell out.

"A brontosaurus is where it spins. I think that was Hannibal."

Jesse saw my face at his feet, "Who...who are you?"

"That's right. Barbara Wright. She's my main squeeze."

Jesse was rushed to by his band members, manager and others from the
sound system. They tried to get him away from me, the stranger at his
feet, on my back. "No, no, let me. He needs help."

"Inside the TARDIS. Inside TARDIS. That box will help me. I'm generating.
Not regenerating but generating. Inside the ship, I'm at the edge of
destruction but I can be rescue..."  I passed out.

Jesse heaved me up. Younger than I, he was taller and looked stronger if
a bit fey. He was nicely built. He tugged under my arms and my front was
facing to the TARDIS as I awoke again at his gentle, yet macho touch. We
were in darkness and as his mates tried to follow him, the doors slammed
shut. They read the outside door plate. "Public Call Box, phone free for
public use, help on the way."  The Tardis vanished slowly. The mates were
astounded and feared for Jesse's life. Too bad. He was gone and wouldn't
be back for a long, long time. If ever. I don't know. Oh yeah, he was
wearing at the time, a short cut black and purple and pink short cut
ripped cotton shirt hanging rips over a smooth delicious belly and a
poked in but somewhat outtie innie navel and his denim pants were low,
low low and from that I think I could tell he was not wearing any
underwear. Anyway I felt his skin against my back as my Oak Beach Inn Tee
Shirt rode up, rubbing on his fine belly.

"Play it like Peter would."

"I am!"

"Look he's getting older. This is not like the other picture where Peter
Pan was ageless. In this one, he's aging..."

"Gee, I didn't know that!"  Jeremy said as he looked up from a vine in a
tree. "Listen, I ...I don't think this is working."   Jeremy, wearing the
outfit of Peter Pan, jumped from the tree set down. He put on his
sneakers, "And I feel really foolish wearing this outfit again."   But he
looked great. His hairless smooth tummy only got more muscled over the
years between Peter Pan One and this sequel's start to filming. He took
off the top vines and was now totally shirtless. He stood up and started
to argue with the director but as he strode toward him, the blue box
appeared, door open and Jeremy walked right inside it. The doors shut.
"What the faaaa?"  He turned around to see blackness. The doors appeared
to him and he could see the handles. The wheezing groaning sound came and
tilted the floor he assumed he was standing on. He fell backward and then
as he turned to face the inner TARDIS, forward. He fell into the control
room at Jesse's feet. Hot guys are always doing that.

Jesse could hardly believe his eyes, "What the? Who? Who are you?"

"No, no," I jumped up from the floor, "That's me! I'm he and he's
Jeremy...and you are Jesse and that all rhymes."

Jeremy jerked up and yelled, "What the fuck are you two doing? I was on a
set making a movie! And...where the hell is this?"

Jeremy looked into my eyes. "Hello," I smiled. "I'm the son of the
Doctor. My name was Chase..."

Jeremy put a hand out to shake mine, "Sorry I'm so angry. It's just
things were not going..."

I shut my eyes and spun. I passed out and with my back to Jeremy. He
reached out and with Jesse caught me from behind. They both lifted me
between them. I opened one eye. I liked this. But I really felt ill. My
body was tingling. Was it from the Doctor or this Time Lord that said he
was my father. Was he really? I loved the people who raised me. Who were
my real biological parents and what was this all...Time Lords, Daleks,
Sontarans, UNIT, Susan, Gallifrey, Skaro, Jamie, Adric, Sarah Jane,
Leela...Adric...hot guy. A redhead named Turlough. Hot guy. Adric's
hotter. Yeti, Cybermen, Omega, the Master, the Monk, the Rani, Sil,
Godzilla, King Kong. What's happening to my mind. I can't think. Tomorrow
People. Mentiads. Pirates. Eveylyn. Who's thoughts were these? Bessie,
Liz, Jo, Silurians, Sea Devils, Daemons, Ben, Polly, Tegan, Adric. Wirnn.
I felt myself lowered to a bed in a giant lush bedroom with overhead
canopy. The two boys knelt near me and looked on. They looked at each
other. The room went slightly darker thanks to the TARDIS.

"What's going on?"  Jesse asked, hand on his stomach. Wish it were mine.
Hand or stomach.

"I don't know, I wish there was someone or something to explain this to
us."   Jeremy looked around, "This room looks so ancient like Victorian
or Edwardian or something..."

"I can explain it, Young Masters."

A mechanical sound. A flying robot dog came into the room! It had red
eyes that turned blue, an antenna between two ears that also looked like
satellite antennas. A tail of metal and a mouth as well as a nose that
looked like it housed a laser. It was streamlined and top of the line.
Jeremy gulped, "Who...who are you?"

"I'm K9. Robotic canine to the Doctor's son."

"Is he an alien?"  Jesse laughed, "I mean I know it's odd and wacky but
it's the only thing that makes sense."

"He is part alien, part human. Part Time Lord, Part Tomorrow Person.
Having the powers of both."

"Look, start at the beginning and don't leave anything out....alright?"
  Jesse asked. "Canya do that?"

"Affirmative."

And thus began a series of adventures in time and space, on Earth, in
other universes and times....in parallel dimensions and alternate
universes and dimensions, changing time bands and other weridness....



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and other studios including Universal and Fox. I think.