Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2006 14:47:41 EDT
From: J
Subject: DOCTOR WHO JESSE AND JERMEY 61

A Halloween story, a  crossover, and...more...

DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND  JEREMY   61

"Okay close up on  that!"  The Doctor yelled with  enthusiasm.  He, Jeremy
and Jesse  were in the console room, the main one, the big one.  The screen was
big, stuck in between two  large Greek-like columns and amid those roundels.
The screen zoomed in on a  newspaper stand and they saw the date on the NY
TIMES. "There we are, see, told  you I could do it! Doubters, naysayer's,
blasphemers even!"  He was pointing upward and then at them,  having turned and
shouted, a smile on his lips.  "There you go,"  he checked the readout of
atmosphere, "Human habitable. Mind you,  the smog, gas fumes, and pollution factor..."

"Sounds like New York to me!"  Jeremy said, once again reaching for and
getting his jacket.
"Me first,"  Jesse said, grabbing a red and black  bomber jacket from the
hat stand. "This time I'll test the  waters..."
"Still doubting and  naysaying?"  The Doctor  asked.
"The first time?"  Jesse said, "You got it first  time?"
"Yeah, well, look out  there,"  the Doctor pointed to the  scanner and
zoomed out. It was New York  City. "And there...she is..."
"Anna!"  Jeremy gasped, reached for the red knob  to open the doors.
Jesse stood before the  doors as they opened and shot out.
And his feet landed on red  goo. And he sunk, fully into it. At the door
ridge, Jeremy stared as Jesse's  bright blond hair vanished into the blob like
substance. Jeremy was wide eyed,  the Doctor's chin on his shoulder, also
staring, wide eyed. The entire surface  of the planet they had landed on was red
jelly! "Doctor,"  Jeremy gasped, "You've done it  again!"
"That's one small step for  a boy, one giant step for....I don't understand..."

"I understand Jesse's going  to die if you don't do something!"  Jeremy
said, "I'll get rope!"
The Doctor switched places  with him and said, "No, no, no, no need. Jesse, I
know you can hear me. Listen  to me. I believe this substance is made of the
same type of molecules as air on  Earth. Almost."
"You think? And  almost?"  Jeremy put his chin on the  Doctor's shoulder now
and looked down.
"It can't really hurt you  even under it,"  the Doctor said,  "It also
seems to me..."  he thought,  he shut his eyes. "...to be highly telepathic in
origin which means...I believe and  think...you can concentrate and think on light...
think light in your head...and you  will..."
Jesse floated to the  surface and his feet were soon on the red blob but he
remained still. He was  dripping with red slime. He wiped his eyes clear of it.
"Doctor, I'm going to  murder you!"
"That would be uncalled for  and highly dangerous... you still don't know how
to fly the Tardis..."
"Jeremy  does..."
"Haven't learned to land  yet."   Jeremy came outside,  "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, love the red drip  all over me body..."
"There is a high  concentration of  highly ionized  particles...which means..."
"Which means?"  Jeremy  asked.
"Jesse there, Jesse  here...."   The Doctor touched  his shoulders, "Can just
shake ..."
"Like a Saint  Bernard?"  Jesse  frowned.
"And think them  away..."
Jesse shook and the red  spray came off his entire body. Jeremy laughed as
some hit him and he did the  same. "He...your..."   Jeremy  kissed Jesse on the
cheek and hugged him. "He's entirely  dry..."
"Not entirely."   Jesse said, "do that again and  I'll be copulatingly
soaked down there!"
Jeremy laughed and looked  up. "Just look at this place!  Just  look!"   He
strode off  across a small ocean of red goo but  found it extended onto the
horizon forever. There were giant hills of the stuff.  Orange smoke came from
the holes in it and sprayed upward, forming gas. "Doctor,  what are those?"  He
pointed to  large stripes of orange dotting the reddish-blue-ish skyline.
Amid clouds of  orange and green.
Jesse grabbed the Doctor's  arm, "Hey, Doc, why can't he sink? I mean he
just strutted across it like the  male runway model he is...why didn't he fall in?"

"Well, it is a fact that  Jeremy is...highly optimistic, light in spirit..."
"Even in his current  dilemma?"
"And state of mind, maybe  more so as he is taking it very well..."
"Which means he's more  light headed then me?"
"Yes, well, but in a good  way..."
"For  him!"
"Yeah, well, you're more  stubborn, obstinate than optimistic, down rather
than up...some of the time..."   The Doctor looked at his face and  saw it fall.
He took his chin and rose it to his stare, "...all of  which I love about you...
and you're  up-ness so to speak makes it all that more worthy..."
"Doctor,"  Jeremy turned to  call.
"Yes,"  the Doctor came out of the TARDIS fully,  "I believe that those
stripes..."  he  turned to see Jesse at his back. "...are the more solid ions
forming  and then being reflected by this strange  planet's three suns...and
refracted at the same time...or at least the light from  the ions..."
Jesse squinted, "But they  look so solid..."
"Probably are,"  the Doctor said quickly. "Frozen no  doubt..."
"I did think it was  cold..."   Jesse  added.
"It's invigorating,"  the Doctor grabbed Jesse's elbows and  lifted him up.

"Doctor, I'm off my  feet..."
"And I'm off my  rocker!"  The Doctor smiled and  kissed Jesse's chin. Then
lowering him, kissed his lower lip, bit it lightly,  and kissed the upper
lip. Jesse responded.
There were also blue  mountains off in the distance and giant gas balloons. "
Are those manmade?"  Jeremy  pointed.
The Doctor didn't take his  mouth off  Jesse's but murmured,  "Living
creatures..."
"I can see their  eyes!"  Jeremy gasped, "It's  amazing. Fantastic..I must
say this life is truly  unbelievable..."
Flying bat like creatures  also passed by but they seemed to turn to gas and
then back to solid again.  Occasional outbursts of the spray hit them and they
ate it. A few snake like  brown things rose up near Jeremy, who  jumped. The

red goo made a tidal wave  and covered them and they seemed to be laughing at
it and with it and swam in  it. When the tidal wave rose and fell, Jeremy
could see strange green stalks  under the goo. "Wowsa, I think I saw plants on
the  bottom..."
"I see the something in  there,"  the Doctor pulled back,  took  his tongue
from Jesse's mouth  and looked in, "Say ahhh..."
"Yes, Doctor,"  Jesse laughed and the Doctor plunged his  tongue back in.
They necked.
Jeremy looked around some  more. "Doctor, one mystery remains. Why, on the
scanner, did we see New York  City...?"
The Doctor turned and  walked back to the TARDIS doors, which remained open. "
I, ahh, I don't really  know for sure. I think...oh yeah. Yeah, the planet is
telepathically linking to me  and the TARDIS..."
"Is that bad?"  Jesse asked, coming closer to Jeremy and  then moving with
him to the Doctor.
"No, no. Can't hurt either  of us at all,"   the Doctor  said, "In fact the
ion bursts are making all three of us out here feel, well,  rather good..."
He noticed  Jesse and Jeremy were energized but also sticking out at their
crotches. "The  TARDIS however is NOT amused..."
"Whadda mean?"  Jeremy asked,  suspicious.
"I think...no, I know now.  She doesn't want you to go to New York  City, to
reveal that you are gay to Anna or to anyone  else. She thinks it will lead to
more sadness for  you..."
Jeremy muttered, "It well  might but this is ridiculous...!"  He  ran inside,
the Doctor reaching for him and missing with his left  hand.
Jeremy looked up at the  ceiling. "Listen dear..."  he  controlled his anger.
Jesse smiled to the Doctor,  "I love that he can control his anger..."
Jeremy continued, "...this is  something I have to do, damn the consequences.
I must do this. It's part of who  I am and part of what I want others to know
about me. I'm not going to leave  you, leave the Doctor, or leave Jesse. It won
't lead to that. But I have a life  that isn't fully lead to my friends, my
family, and my fans. And this is, this  has to be the first step to lead to
that. Do you understand?"  In response, the scanner bleeped and the  image was
now that of the planet outside.
Jesse came inside with the  Doctor. "What the hell does that mean? That she
agrees with him? Or that she  doesn't?"
"I so sometimes wish she  was a he,"  the Doctor snapped. "I'm  not sure..."
 he frowned and shut the  doors. To Jesse and Jeremy's dismay.  "And I love
that!!!!"  He  jumped, excited.
"Can we come back here? I  so do love that planet,"  Jesse  said, "I love
the way it makes me feel..."
"Wellll, I can try later  but now..."  The Doctor looked, "It's  all set like
before and I think....I'll just..."  Before he hit the controls and pumped  the
pump, the TARDIS set them in flight with that familiar groaning sound. "I
didn't have to."  The Doctor put his  arm around Jeremy. "I didn't have to set
anything...she's taking us. She agreed to  let you do it."
Jeremy shut his eyes in the  Doctor's arm, the Doctor holding him to him
sideways. "Thank you very  much."  Jeremy told TARDIS. Jesse  put his jacket on
the hat stand and, frowned, passed by them both. As he did, he  put an arm on
Jeremy's shoulder and pressed, then hurried out of the room. "I'll  be in my
room...call me when we land..."
The Doctor pointed to him,  "Shouldn't be that long..."
Jeremy stood up, out of the  Doctor's grasp. "Let him go. He doesn't like
this anymore than she does. It's  gonna take him time to get used to this fact.
That we're not going to...I mean  that I'm not going to be a mystery to the
rest of my world, my family and  friends...and my fans...it's gonna take him to some
thinking I'm sure he'd rather  not do..."
The Doctor put hands on the  sides of  Jeremy's neck, "As it did  you?"
"Exactly..."   Jeremy said and smiled. Then he  moved out of the Doctor's han
ds, "Now, exactly how long will this  materialization take?"
"Oh, oh,"  the Doctor pulled back himself.  "Oh..."  he sat in the wicker
chair and shut both  eyelids. "I...ahhh...."
"Oh my God,"  Jeremy gasped.  "Doctor..."
The Doctor opened his left  eye lid.   "I am not sure how  long ago or how
faraway or how far in the future or the past or where that just  was..."
"So what you're saying  is...YOU DON'T KNOW!"
"That's it exactly. You hit  on..."  he jumped up suddenly....and  wrapped an
arm around Jeremy's shoulder, "...the one flaw in my timing for this  journey..."
Jeremy looked at him,  "Doctor, we've said it before, Jesse and I and we'll
say it...I'll say it again...I  don't think you're quite right in the head..."
The Doctor bit his own  lower lip this time. He drew back. "Well, anyone can
be right in the  head...anyone! But to be me..."
"One never knows where one  is going..."  Jeremy  frowned.
"Exactly where's the fun in  that, aye?"
Jeremy  smiled.
Jesse opened the large  roundeled door to his room. He went inside and kicked
off his sneakers. Not one  trace of that red stuff had remained. He shrugged.
 This was the room he chose for his own  private time. While he, Jeremy and
the Doctor basically share one room, one bed,  they each also chose separate
private rooms for individual time alone. Not that  they each used these private
time rooms much. He sat down on the foot of the  bed. He striped off his
stylish, rockish shirt and stayed sitting. He threw it  on a coat hanger in the
corner. The room grew light. "No, no, keep it dark,  okay, Tard?"   The Tardis
did  this for him. "And, uhm, old girl, I'd like some alone time so no
watching...okay?"   He assumed  she watched anyway, it's not like he'd be able to
tell if she were snooping and  frankly he didn't mind if she did unlike Jeremy.
Of course, the Doctor could  tell telepathically and Jesse suspected Jeremy
was beginning to be almost as  telepathic as the Doctor, maybe more so. And
perhaps his blonde actor  friend/lover could also pick up on the TARDISes'
invasions of privacy. The  Doctor once told him that some Earth people in some
universes are prone to be  more telepathic than even the Doctor's own people were.
He called some of them  Tomorrow People. And there were others. Mentiads. Jesse
raised his legs up and  stripped off his red denim pants.  Not having worn
underwear, he was totally naked now. He laid back again.  His ribs stood out as
his navel sucked in. He put his hands behind his head,  bending his elbows. He
swung his feet.   He laid there wondering.  What would he do without Jeremy?
If he left? Would he stay? Absentmindedly, for  once, he usually fully
concentrated on his dick, he stroked. His dick. To full  height. It felt like stone,
living stone. His balls filled. He bent fine abs to  bend all the way. He put
lips to his own dick. Thick lips, usually full of song,  contacted living
stone and made it flesh. He bent over all the way, rounding his  smooth but
muscled back...
A few months  ago...
"Doctor, we were lost in  the TARDIS..."  Jeremy complained. He,  Jesse, and
the Doctor were in the corridor. It was cement. Or rather it looked  like it
was cement. "All we wanted to do was look at the gallery you  had..."
The Doctor rose up and  sniffed and then breathed in. "One of many..."  he
held his jacket lapels.
Jesse moved to him, "That's  not the point...we could have been lost for weeks!
"
"More's the pity,"  the Doctor murmured. "Kidding..."  he added loudly as
they looked at him,  unamused.
"I mean for the TARDIS to  be so ...so..."
"So--- what?"  He asked.
"So technologically  advanced, machine wise, it's perfect...almost."  Jeremy
said and waved his arms out, "But  to get lost in it like this. Don't you
have some kind of device that can help us  find our way?"
The Doctor thought about  this. For a long time. "The newer models might. I
never really checked.  Gallifreans have such a good sense of space and direction
...they always know where  they are going and where they came from...they almost
never get  lost..."
Jesse took his turn to  murmur now. "Almost. You being the exception to the
rule. You're almost never  with a sense of direction."
"What?"  the Doctor eyed him. Then continued,  suspiciously, "Time Lords
more so."
"Well,"  Jeremy cuddled up to the Doctor's front.  "Do something about it."

"I  will."
A few more weeks later than  that! "Doctor, have you started on that
direction finder for the TARDIS? I  almost got lost in the cupboard!"
"Uh, I'm starting  tomorrow..."
A few weeks later..."I think  I've got it. Stand back. WellAHHH!"
"Nothing."   Jesse  said.
"Ahh well, back to the  drawing board,"  K9 told  them.
A few weeks later....we're  almost back to the present in the TARDIS.
"Try it now,"  the Doctor  said.
Jesse was in a roundel  corridor. Jeremy was in one of  the  gleaming TARDIS
pool room--pool as in with a pool table. There were also swimming  pool rooms. "
Okay, I'm moving out now and I intend to go to the observatory room  FOUR,
FOUR FOUR as in FOUR....this time I don't want any mistakes about which one  I'm
going to..."
"Good, good,"  The Doctor called, from the car garage  room. He was standing
near a yellow Volkswagen and a few motorbikes,  motorcycles, and other
vehicles. There was also a hovercraft that read WHO3, a  new version of that yellow
roadster named Bessie that read WHO7,   and the WhoMobile that read WHO3D.  "
It always helps to be precise in these matters..."
Jesse called on a headset,  "Do you think that the TARDIS still likes us?"
"Of course,"  the Doctor said and walked past a yellow  Flying Sub machine, "
Otherwise, she wouldn't function at all..."
"How can you tell the  difference,"  Jesse  said.
"Jesse! I think a comment  like that makes the question do you think that you
still like the  TARDIS..."
"I  don't."
"Jesse!"
"Jesse, come on..."  Jeremy called from his  headset.
"I love  her..."
"Oh, oh. That's nice."  The Doctor said. "Now, Jesse...from your  corridor,
where is it you want to go?"
"I want to go to the sonic  shower..."
"Now, there's a fuckin  surprise."   The Doctor  whispered.
"Okay, can we go?"  Jeremy  asked.
"Yeah,"  the Doctor called, "Now, just follow the  light."
Jesse joked, "Don't go into  the light...."
Jeremy saw a blue light go  off in the hallway. It lit up the floor and the
sides of the walls in one big  connected stripe forming a rectangle. He
followed it as it moved along the  outside of the pool-billiard room. It moved along
nicely. "Doctor, I think she's  done it. I mean  you've  done..."
"Might as well called him a  she, too, he's so gay..."
"Jesse!"

"I'm only kidding  now."  Jesse said. "I see the  light...literally..."  He
followed his  light... "Doc, I think it is working!"
"Good, good and don't call  me DOC!"

"Okay, Doc..."  Jesse added. "But wait...I know the way to  the sonic showers,
well, pretty well. And that light of mine is not going that  way..."
"The configuration of the  TARDIS might have changed since you've been there
..."
"This  morning?"
"Ahh, perhaps not.  Sometimes she moves things closer to where you are based
on how much you use a  particular room."
"In that case the sonic  showers should be in my room,"   Jesse joked. "
Okay, I'll keep following..."
Jeremy climbed down what  looked like an empty cement pool area and ran
through it, climbed up a ladder  and followed his blue light into an alcove of
cement hallways. "It's moving  pretty fast..."
The Doctor called,  "Probably just wants you to get in your exercise..."
"Wadda mean,"  Jeremy yelled, "I'm in great shape...I get  exercise every day
..."
"Yeah in my bed!"  Jesse joked again. He followed his green  light.
Jeremy ran down steps now,  past an old, almost ancient rod iron and black
colored elevator. The light  descended and turned. He ran down a hallway, a more
roundeled hallway. Jesse ran  also. They collided. Their lights, green for
Jesse and blue for Jeremy cascaded  their hitting each other's foreheads.  A
psychedelic rainbow of the colors basked their falling down near each  other in
an almost wrestling move pose as their legs and arms tangled. "Shit!"
"Fuck!"
The Doctor came running,  following a yellow light. "Are you two all right?"
"Yeah!"  Jeremy stood and helped Jesse up,  putting a hand out.
"Fuck no!"  Jesse said.
"Let me see,"  the Doctor examined his forehead.  "You're alright."
"How'd you get here so  fucking fast?"  Jesse  asked.
"The system does  work..."
"What? Then why'd?"   Jesse  wondered.
"I don't know. Maybe your  paths collided, I'll check it again to make sure
it's in working order. For now,  just be careful in the corridors...."  The
Doctor said, "And...hey, didn't your mums ever teach you not to run in  the
hallways?"  He said this  seriously.  They stared at him.  Unmoving. Unhappy.  "No,
just  joking. I know it's moving too fast...something you two do all the time..."
  Stares. "I"ll check  it."
"Do that,"  Jeremy  said.
Back to Jesse's room,  present time...Jesse put his mouth over his entire
dick, reaching his sparse pubic  area. He had to shave down there. He wondered if
he should do it now. He decided  to continue sucking.
In the console room, Jeremy  spun. "Doctor...."
"You ...whoa, hold on!"  The Doctor grabbed him. "You  alright?"
"Just tired. I'm gonna go  lay down, too."
The Doctor raised an  eyebrow.
"No, I mean really lay  down. And not on or in someone."  He  smiled, "I
guess all this has me more than a little  tired."
"I'll take you to your  room."
"I'd like that. I have a  major headache. Like my brain's moving from side
to side inside my  skull."
The Doctor laughed, "I know  that feeling. I've been..." he took an arm
around Jeremy and lead him through the  inner doors to the TARDIS again. "...I've
been knocked out more times than I care  to admit...I'd bet even a time team
counter can't tell me an accurate enough  count...TARDIS has one of those...but I'm
not sure why...  "
Jeremy laughed.  The Doctor soon put him to bed in his  private room. Jeremy
slept in the nude and it was difficult for the Doctor to  pull himself away
but he did. "I"ll let you know when we reach New  York...2007..."
But the boy was asleep  already and didn't hear him.  Jeremy  had his hands
over his head and the Doctor pulled the Pikachu blanket up to  Jeremy's neck.
He then left the room. The lights dimmed to a full dark.
Jesse sucked. He reached  the bare skin of his crotch. Dick fully in his
mouth. He tongued it and wrapped  tongue around vein. He sucked some more and
pulled his mouth up and down again  and again.  It was then he heard the  door
open, the sucking of another kind, sucking air out his room momentarily as  air
exchanged between hallway and door.  In the dim light, a figure stood there.
Naked. Totally naked. No, Jesse  thought. He wore cut off brown denim shorts,
fringed on the bottom of each leg.
"Did you cut your  hair?"  Jesse noticed Jeremy was the  figure. His hair
was short. "I like it. I think it looks good either way. Anna  will like it,
too, but you don't like her in that way. That's why you.... you have  to tell her,
don't you?"   Jeremy just stood there.   "Jeremy...whatta..."
"My name's not Jeremy. It's  Adam..."
"Adam. Jeremy. We left  Adam. We left him in his own time. The present. Well,
his present. It was our's.  2005."
"Don't you ever shut up!?  You and that Doctor..."
"Jeremy. The Doctor? Did  he...did you do something to him?"
Jeremy laughed. It was then  Jesse could see that he held something behind
his back.  Jesse smiled, "Okay, I'll bite. Play  along with you."  He shrugged
but he  should have known better. He laid back, "Kinky shit. Whatcha got? A
dildo?  Double headed? I'll turn around..."   He got on his belly  but  doing
this allowed him to see the mirror on the opposite and far side of the  bed's
front area.  It wasn't  attached to the bed but on the side of it, atop a kind of
make up station with  desk and chair. Jesse saw Jeremy raise a large axe
overhead and swing it  straight down at his own back!  Jesse rolled off the side
of the bed and the axe hit empty bed. Jesse  jumped up, "Jeremy! Hey, what are
you doing?"
"I told you, I'm not  Jeremy! I'm Adam!"   Jeremy  lunged at Jesse.
Jesse moved to the front of  the bed and Jeremy missed again, swinging. "Adam
 who?"
"Adam Meeks, dum ass! And  you...you are as sinful as that Doctor...you must be
saved..."   He lunged again but Jesse grabbed  the bed sheets and pulled them
up high and out and over Jeremy's head. "Learned  that from Lou Costello!"
Jesse ran  for the door as Jeremy untangled the bed sheets from his newly short
hair  covered head. "You remember that movie ABBOTT AND COSTELLO MEET
FRANKENSTEIN,  doncha, Jeremy?"   Jesse  hesitated at the door, held it open and
turned to look at his lover.
"What have you done to the  Doctor?"
"Fenton? Couldn't kill him!  But you, you I can!!!"  He heaved  the axe back
and flung it a mighty throw.
Jesse took off outside the  door, using the door to block the axe. The axe
stuck in the door's back. Jesse  looked down a corridor and came to an
intersection. He looked both ways. Which  way to go. Jeremy yelled, "Come back here you
sinner! Demon occupying  carcass!"
"What the hell,  Jeremy!?"   Jesse gasped and  ran down a hallway. "Those
damned lights! They're letting him know which way I'm  running!"    Jesse saw a
 purple light ahead of him.
Jeremy ran down the hallway  after him and overtook Jesse, axe in hand.
Jesse saw him at his side and turned to grab the axe handle. He grabbed  it and
with his other arm grabbed Jeremy's opposite arm.  "Jeremy!"
"ADAM!"
"Is that from some movie  you were in? Do you think you're that Adam ...yeah,
Adam Meeks kid you played  in..."   As they struggled,  Jeremy moved Jesse to
the wall and slammed him into it. Jesse slid but held  on,  "Jeremy, don't..."
 He knew, even though Jeremy was  two years younger than he, that the
athletic boy was also much stronger than he.  He knew he'd had it unless he could get
through to him. "Jeremy, we're lovers,  friends, companions, we're one..."
He  felt himself almost blacking out. The axe came at his head but he rose up
at the  last moment  and turned, even in  Jeremy's grasp. Jeremy had had to let
go to swing the axe with one hand and hold  on to Jesse's arm with the other,
having turned his own grab on him. But now  Jesse rose up and turning, had
the upper hand...until the axe hit and seemed to  tear away flesh. Naked he
struggled. Jesse felt wounded, his shoulder had some  flesh torn off it. His dick
Swayed against Jeremy's  leg, bare tight leg. Jeremy flinched and moved away.
Cum was on his leg. Jesse  cum.
"Don't make me a part of  your decadent lustful sin! You`ll be rid of the
demon in you and I'll send it  and you, vessel, willing vessel to hell!"
"GO to hell, Adam Meeks and  let my friend go!"   Jesse  yelled and stumbled
away, dripping some blood from his shoulder.  "Pool! Tardis shut off the
direction  system!!!!"
He ran down a hallway.
Jeremy backed to a wall and  shook his head. "Jesse?"   He  shook again and
snarled. Spit came out his mouth. "Come back here! I'll kill  you! I'll
exorcise you! You will be free and I will be free of you!"  He looked at the blood
on the axe. He  held it close to his nose. He smelled it. "Demon blood..."   He
looked at it, holding it closer  to his eyes. He licked the side of the axe,
getting Jesse's blood on his tongue.  He smiled. It tasted good. He swung the
axe for preparation.
Jesse stumbled on a wall.  The lights seemed to be off now. How do you get
out of the area when you're  trapped on the TARDIS with a maniac trying to kill
you? And how do you fight  back when the maniac is one of the two people you
love most in the universes?  And you don't want to hurt them?  Blood dripped
from his shoulder and onto the wall. He looked into a room.  He found clothing
on wheeled carts. He ripped a white tee shirt that some past  Doctor must have
worn. It was with light tanned suspenders and  a  brimmed hat. Must have been
a big Doctor. Maybe some alternate Doctor.  The shirt said David Banks on it.
Autographed? He couldn't think about it now.  He tore it and wrapped his
shoulder and around his tit on that side. He tied it  tight and winced as he did.
He heard footsteps coming. There's no way out of the  TARDIS as it is in
transit. And it was, for he could hear the humming of  the TARDIS motion in the
vortex. Even on  appearing, he'd have to make it to one of the many exits and run
naked into New  York City, providing that is where they would reach...judging
from the recent  touch downs of the inaccuracy of both the TARDIS and the
Doctor, he wondered. He  recalled one victim of Jeffry Dahmer's who escaped into the
streets. The TARDIS  put it into his head: May 27, 1991, Milwaukee Laotian
Konerak Sinthasomphone  ...what kind of a name was that?...was found wandering
around the streets naked  and asking guys for their phone numbers. Some say he
had a hole in the back of  his head and / or was bleeding from the anus.
Something similar could happen to  him if he ran from the TARDIS nude, wounded from
his shoulder, and dripping from  his self suck...cum seething from his penis slit
even now. Early morning and the  boy...had police called on him and the police
came....what he was really doing was  trying to ask the others for help...to call
the police or to get someone to call  his family. He was a victim. When the
police came, they returned him to Jeffry,  who told them they had had a lover's
quarrel while drinking. and he was...was  returned by police to the  serial
killer...and earlier in his life police had stopped Dahmer who was stopped with a
car load of  bodies...in the back of  his car or truck...drinking...
Jesse felt drunk. He felt  wounded, he felt betrayed. He felt ...oh God, he
thought. Not even the police  could stop Jeremy...Jeffry...not even getting to them
helped save the boy who was  killed and stuffed into a drum and ...and probably
eaten. Would Jeremy eat him? He  leaned on the wall of the room  and  gripped
a Harry Potter jacket that hung from a hanger that was attached to a  roundel.
"Oh God. He was only 14. Drinking? Lover? He was fucking 14!!!!"
"You're not gonna make it  to that age!"  Jeremy was at the  door. There was
no other exit. Blood leaked from his mouth.
"Are you hurt?"  Then Jesse realized it was his blood  that Jeremy had
licked from the axe. "Oh God, Jeremy, don't do this.  Please..."
As Jeremy strutted at him,  Jesse grabbed one of  the clothes  racks and
tossed it. Jeremy just flung it out of his way with both arms.  "Your judgment day
is here...sinner...be  ready to meet your maker and then your devil  master..."
"Master? Remember the  Master, Jeremy? His evil!"
Jeremy faltered. "Shut  up!"
"Jeremy, I know what's  happening. I know. You think you're one of the
characters you  played."
Jeremy shook his  head.
"I know you know. Frailty,  remember that movie? That guy Matthew McConaughey...
Powers  Boothe..."
He could see Jeremy  remembered.
"I see that you do. Most  importantly..."  he winced as he  squeezed his
shoulder to stop the blood loss. "...most...Bill Paxton played your  dad...remember
him? Remember Bill? You told me he was a cool dude."
"Yeah,"  Jeremy said, "I think I do...Bill..."
"Matthew was the really hot  one though...and..."
"Die! Demon  worshipper!"  Jeremy shot at  him,  heaving the axe up at Jesse'
s  head, using both hands.
The TARDIS lurched. The  room tilted sharply to one side. Jesse was on hands
and knees. Jeremy, who had  both hands on the axe, fell forward and hit his
chin. He bumped it hard and it  bled. He shot up and held his chin. He scrambled
to recover the axe as Jesse  crawled out the door. The Tardis righted itself
again and Jesse ran down a  hallway as fast as he could. Jeremy was a karate
expert trained by a master in  various forms of self defense, Wing Chung,
Karate, Ju Jitsu. He could handle a  sword and knife and a bow and arrow...like an
expert, prepared by a Master  Fencer...how could he manage against all that. In
addition, Jeremy knew wrestling,  had a body that was unmatched..."I'm dead," he
thought. He ran for the pool  room.
Jeremy stood up, snorting  heavily out his nostrils. He wiped his blood from
his chin up  his cheeks. "I'm gonna kill him!"   He was wide eyed and ran out
into  the hallway, "COME BACK HERE!"
"Hey, yeah, right, right  away,"   Jesse ducked into the  pool room. One of
many swimming pool rooms. He briefly thought of K9. Being  re-energized. He
needed it too after that battle with the Cybermen. Benjamie?  Maybe. But as the
TARDIS is almost infinite spaced, Benjohn would probably never  know he needed
him. And just what happened to the Doctor? Was he dead?
This TARDIS pool had two  changing coves, smallish buildings, white and
cement looking, but also plastic  looking. Each was lined with columns, Greek
design, wrapped with vine and ivy.  Well groomed trees lined the sides of the
changing rooms. And a long rectangular  shape that lead into other smaller
rectangles and other shapes in this 100 foot  long pool. It was a very blue pool with
clear water. The walls all had murals of  palm and coconut trees, giving the
impression this was all outside. Tiles lined  the areas before the changing
rooms.  Silver rails lead down into many areas of the pool, each depth decaled.
The area took Jesse's breath away. If Jeremy wasn't trying to kill him, he'd
be  tempted to take a dip. Then he saw a large raft. He had an  idea.
Bare feet stalked the pool  area soon enough. Whistling the theme song to
LEAVE IT TO BEAVER. Jesse  controlled his breathing. He was under the traditional
raft...it seemed to be from  the 1930s...feet on one side, body under it and
half in the water. He held his  wounded shoulder aloft so as not to drip blood in
the pool. He hadn't counted on  his cum dripping, still dropping from his
dick. This bit dripped from his dick  head to line the entire dick, creating the
most amazing and pleasurable feelings  along his under dick. It dripped and he
couldn't do anything about it, as his  hands were holding onto the under-top
of the raft to keep himself afloat and not  dropping down into the pool. The
cum dripped down his dick toward his balls,  dripped along his balls and leaked
from there to his ass crevice. From there, it  lined a bit on his left butt
cheek. His dick, from all this, grew again,  impossibly huge, more so than
before. He smiled. He was about to die. Kill me  baby, kill me. If this is the way
to go, it's the best way. Hard as a rock slain  by a lover. He held his
breath. Jeremy stalked the  pool.
Then silence. Something  flew through the air. Jeremy landed on the raft.
Jesse looked up and just inches  from his nose he saw the axe cut through the
raft, the air bursting from the  thing. He let his feet go and he let go of the
raft top and dropped into the  water. He floated downward. Jeremy chopped and
chopped at the raft, cutting it  to pieces. Jesse swam toward one side but his
shoulder ached and he bled some  more from it. Blood and cum lined from him
into the water, creating trails.  Jeremy was in a frenzy and wide eyed he just
destroyed the raft until he fell  into the water himself. The raft was a mess
of mangled bit and pieces. "This is  what you are gonna look like! YOU! Your
flesh! Flesh is the way of sin! Cut it  out! If thy flesh offend thee cut it out!
"
Jesse wondered if Jeremy's  mid West Kentuckian religious upbringing was
coming to the fore or was this Adam  Meeks characterization...Jeremy's  own  or a
mixture of the two. He's even misquoting the Bible. That's not cool. "I  know
more about that Bible quote  than that."  He reached the  cement lined side
and reached his hand up for the edge. He wanted to pull  himself out.  Jeremy
was already  behind him with the axe but it was clumsy. Jesse turned and slammed
his palm  into Jeremy's hand and knocked it from the hand. "Jeremy, no!
NO!!!!!"
Jeremy grabbed both Jesse's  wrists and dragged him toward the center of the
pool again. They were over the  deep part. Their heads went under and they
both floated, Jesse's wrists clamped.  Then one wasn't. Jeremy reached into his
denim shorts and pulled out a pocket  knife.  He opened it underwater and
swished it at Jesse. Jesse moved his stomach away and it missed. Jeremy then
wielded it like a sword  and thrust  it at Jesse's belly button. Jesse moved
again but Jeremy's clamp on his wrist  tightened and he found himself pulled back
to the knife. The knife came at his  navel.
"What the fuck!"  The Doctor ran into the pool room. He  saw cum and blood
in the water. "Jesse! Jeremy! Stop!"   He ran to the building. Inside, he
found a switch at a huge engine. He hit it.
Jeremy's knife touched  Jesse's navel ...point went in. Jesse fell back but
Jeremy held him. Then they  were both sucked down in a whirlpool. The knife fell
out of  hand and out of navel. The two boys were  sucked into each other and
front to front. Jesse's navel bled onto Jeremy's. His  shoulder almost melded
into Jeremy's shoulder and they bled almost as one.  Jeremy's chin hit Jesse'
s. The boys were thrown down to the bottom of the  pool.
The Doctor looked at the  water drained. He jumped into the pool, uncaring.
His jacket whipped up behind  him like Batman's cape.
"What the hell?"  Jesse opened his eyes. He saw Jeremy.  "Fuck shit!"  he
tried to jump up.
The Doctor was beside  Jeremy, who was shirtless and in red speedo now. "I'm
sorry. Jesse, I'm so  sorry."
They were in the trio's  bedroom. Jesse sat up on his elbows.  He looked at
his stomach. And felt his shoulder.  "Healed?"
"Courtesy of  some alien med kits in the TARDIS  sickbay."  The Doctor said,
 "Jeremy's chin also..."
"Good. No, not good. He  doesn't deserve to be healed."
"Jesse,"  the Doctor  said.
"No, he's right, Doctor. I  thought I was one of the character I played.
Adam Meeks from that movie. In 2001  I did that movie...played a killer. I knocked
you out, thinking you were his...my  brother Fenton, the good one who tried to
stop my mission. What the fuck? Then I  tried to kill sinner Jesse here..."
"I'm not a  sinner..."
The Doctor smiled, "Yes,  you are. We all are..."  He  laughed.
"What happened?"  Jeremy asked, "Am I  insane?"
"No, no. Not at all."  The Doctor held up the axe. "It was  partly this. And
 partly that the  TARDIS was trying to warn us."
"The TARDIS?"  Jesse  asked.
"The TARDIS did all  this?"  Jeremy  wondered.
"Yeah, one of its safety  switches is to get to us telepathically. So that we
would notice. There was a  fault in the controls. I just found and fixed it
after healing you both and  telepathically calming Jeremy back to himself."
"All in a day's work for  the Doctor?"  Jesse  asked.
"Yeah, obviously. It was  off, the TARDIS. That's one of the reasons we didn'
t land in New York City  again."
"Again?"  Jesse asked. "Then where are  we?"
"Inside a vault. Inside an  Antique Store, Curious Goods. New  Hampshire.
Circa 1991."
"What's that got  to...?"
"Come on outside. I'll  introduce you to four people. Three run it. One used
 to."
"Can we change first?"  Jeremy asked, "I feel foolish in  this."
"I had to get you out of  those denims....the knife and the axe were cursed
objects. You  see..."
Jack Marshak, later,  explained, "My former friend and magician, Lewis
Vendredi made a deal with the  devil to sell cursed objects, antiques and other
objects...but realizing that  immortality doesn't mean invulnerability...he broke the
pact and it cost him his  soul. He was taken down to hell by his master but
the antiques remained cursed.  My friend here, Lewis's niece, who hardly knew
him, inherited the store with  this little guy, Ryan Dalion."
"Hi,"  the black haired boy waved.  "Not too long ago, I wasn't nine years
old. A cursed book made me into a devil's pawn and...I was saved but turned
nine..."
"Cool,"  the Doctor shrugged.
"And still very cute,"  Micki said, a vibrant redhead near by,  probably in
her late 20s.
"I'll say,"  Jesse said, now dressed and in a white  piano designed jacket,
black shirt and blue pants.
Johnny shrugged, a hot 27  year old guy near Micki. "I just help them all
out."
"Micki is her name. Micki  Foster, here. When we first got to the store we
didn't want it. It was too...too  creepy..."
"Well,"  Jeremy smiled, "You've..."  he looked around the shop, "Added charm
 to it."
"Thanks,"  Micki smiled. Johnny cleared his  throat.  Micki continued, "Not
knowing the objects were cursed and dangerous, we sold the remaining ones
off.  That's when Jack showed up..."
"And told us about the  curse...or helped us find out about it from a hidden
Manifest that Uncle Lewis  made of the objects...a bit too late, mind you..."
Ryan said in a cute little boy  voice.
"I know we have a friend  just the same,"  Jesse  frowned.
The Doctor rolled his  eyes.
"So we've spent the last  four or so years tracking them all down,"  Micki
added, "And we're almost finished with them...when I opened the Vault  and found
your time machine there..."
"Yes,"  the Doctor answered the two questioning  stares of the two boys he
traveled with, "I had to tell  her."
"...I thought that Police Box  was another cursed object. I heard it appearing
in there and opened the vault..."
"I wonder sometimes if it  isn't a cursed object,"  Jesse  said.
"Jesse, please, you'll hurt  her feelings,"  the Doctor  said.
"She almost killed  me!"
"That would be me,"  Jeremy looked  down.
"It wasn't your  fault,"  Jack put forth. "That axe  was a cursed prop from
a movie. SAGA OF THE VIKING WOMAN AGAINST THE SEA  SERPANT..."
"You're joking? That's the  title?"  Jeremy  asked.
"Uh huh,"  Jack  nodded.
Jesse thought and  pointed,  "I know that movie. Hunky  Gary Conway...
shirtless, the guy from I WAS A TEENAGE FRANKENSTEIN and the lead in  that great show
LAND OF THE GIANTS..."  Jesse said. They all looked at  him. "I like him. And I
like...oh just blame me, I'm a fan boy...at  heart..."      Everyone  laughed.
Ryan added, "Me, too. I  love comic books. And your pal here..."
"Oh, our pal. Oh, that's  just the Doctor,"  Jeremy smiled at  him.
"He's a real alien. An  alien. A true to life alien..."  Ryan  was impressed.
"He showed me the TARDIS..."
"Anytime you want to  travel..."  the Doctor  smiled.
"I don't think we could  allow that,"  Jack said, "Ryan's  mother is out of
town right now, and I wouldn't want to hit her with this  news...not after...
after all that's happened."
"Anyway, the TARDIS's  warning system coupled with the cursed objects...the
knife is from the movie BLESS  THE BEASTS AND THE CHILDREN....made you act that
way,  Jeremy..."
Jeremy looked at Jesse, "Do  you...do you forgive me?"
"What?"  Jesse asked. He shrugged, "What? What's  to forgive. It wasn't you
..."
Jeremy put his head against  Jesse's. "I'm so, so, so and so sorry..."
"I love you. You weren't  yourself. You do make a pretty bad guy though..."
"Always did."    Jeremy smiled, "In the  movies..."
"Yeah, hey next time you  get possessed by one of your characters, how bout
that guy from  CYBERSEDUCTION..."
Jeremy thought about the  name of the character, "You mean Justin Peterson?"

"Yeah, that's him... who was  obsessed with internet porno?"  Jesse joked. "
And I'm not joking, that was a hot movie...and by the way why  does almost all
of your  most recent  characters have the name Peter in them? Since Peter  Pan?"

"I guess I just can't get  the Peter out of me..."
"I can...inside the  TARDIS..."
"Boys not in front of the  nine year old..."
"I'm really  29..."
"You look  9..."
"Oh and that's so hard for  you to understand Mister 4000...."  Jesse said.
"Yes, well, if you need  help coping to that...I'm your Man...Gallifrean...Time
Lord..."
Ryan smiled, "Okay...I just  may take you up on that..."
"What date is this by the  way?"  Jeremy  asked.
"It's October  31st 1991."  Micki  answered.
"Only we can have Christmas  in 2087, then experience Halloween in 1991...
Doctor."  Jesse asked, "How about a few holiday  stops along the way, you know
maybe we can have Thanksgiving before Easter or  the other way around..."
The Doctor rolled his eyes.  Ryan smiled and tugged on Jesse's arm, "I think
that's so  cool..."
"Yeah,"  Jesse smiled, "So do I...so do I,  kid...."
"Well, we have work to do.  We've just made contact with a group known as
the Tomorrow People. It seems Ryan  may be one of them...superior telepaths and
teleporters..."
"Yes, I have encountered  them on numerous occasions...they're good people,
listen to them, especially the  leader John Fairchild. And their friend George
Cawston. They'll not steer you  wrong. If I may say so, Ryan may be one of the
very first ten of the very  special, extra special Tomorrow People. That's all
I can say,"  he added, seeing questions in their  minds and in their faces. "
And by the way we have to get going. We have an  appointment in 2007....and we'
re already several thousand years  late..."
Soon, the Curious Goods  people showed them to the TARDIS. Amid cursed
objects, a white faced long haired  doll, a statue of Cupid aiming a quiver, a
cursed locket, a cursed compact, a  cursed mirror, a lantern, and three monkey
statues. Among others.  The Doctor unrolled a carpet which had a  painting on it. "
This, ahh, belonged to the Marquis De Sade, didn't it?"
"Yeah,"  Micki took it out of his hands and  rolled it back up to put it
back on the shelf he took it off of.
"A most unfriendly man, if  I may say so myself,"  the Doctor  frowned.
"Met him,"   Micki  said.
"Yes, I  did."
"No, I...it wasn't a  question. I met him myself. A decidedly sick man."
"So some of these objects  cause time travel?"
"Yeah," Ryan said, "We met,  uhm, Bram Stoker...once...and Johnny I think went
back to the 1950s during a racial  event ..."
Johnny shrugged, "Cursed  car radio..."
"Can I see inside  again?"  Ryan asked.  "Please?"
"Yeah, why not,"  Micki said, "It is safe now, isn't  it?"
"Sure,"  the Doctor said and put an arm on Ryan's  shoulder.  "Ever want to
meet a  Robot dog?"
"Oh, you bet!" Ryan ran  inside and the Doctor ran after him.
Jeremy smiled, and  whispered, "We'll try not to keep him in there too  long
..."
"Come on,"  Jesse  put an arm on Jeremy's  shoulder but then patted his ass
and  thrust him inside the TARDIS doors.
"Happy Halloween,"  Micki called to  them.
They called it back. The  Doctor told Ryan, as he met K9, who was done
recharging, "Happy  Halloween..."
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