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Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 76 Jesse walks through the old corridors of Collinwood’s secret passage. A dark shadow seems to be coming from the other direction. A huge shadow of a hulking being…large seemingly misshapen hands, mangled more by the dimness in the hidden hall, light coming from the open door Jesse left…hands reaching out for Jesse… “My name is Jeremy Sumpter. It is July 2nd in the year 1976. My friend and lover Jesse McCartney and I have been here several days now and in those scant few days, for us, it seems an eternity has passed. Our friend, the Doctor, who is now timelost to us and with his memory possibly gone or changed, always said there were scientific explanations for things and events no human being could explain. I wonder what he’d say about the many horrors in this town, the houses on this estate….if he were with us, and I’m not convinced he isn’t—for I think I’ve found a man with two hearts here… while in one of the many hidden passages of Collinwood, the great house in Maine we are now residing at, Jesse encounters a different kind of man…” “Yeah, all I need to run into now is bloody Frankenstein’s Monster.” A man’s shadow hit a corner of the wall moments before Jesse moved to a larger passageway and in his path was a huge hulking man. Wearing a green turtle neck sweater. The man was obscured by shadows, dark shadows. The man towered over him. He had huge hands. Jesse wondered what those huge hands would feel like around his…cock or his neck…for a flash he saw the man in a different time. He was not sure if it was an effect of being a time traveler or what or some extra sensory perception or telepathic powers or what. But the man as he came closer could be seen. As he loomed over Jesse. Large shoulders. But the time flash made Jesse’s mind see him as he once was: scars on his face, around his neck, on his upper forehead that scarred all round the head…scars on his wrists and bolts in his neck… someone he would not want to meet in a dark alley…or a secret passage in a haunted house… “Hey, I was only kidding about that Frankenstein’s Monster crack…” “Stay back, don’t come any closer,” Jesse held the cane up. “That cane’s…Barnabus’,” the man said and he had a voice that didn’t match his image. It was the voice of an educated man, eloquent, “I…I’m Adam. I didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t want to scare the family so I came this way to meet Carolyn…” “Carolyn?” Jesse backed up. He put up a finger up, “Wait right here…” Jesse turned and ran. “Carolyn!!!” He ran down the passage. Adam, squinted and looked angry, more at himself. He strode down the passageway after Jesse. Daytime outside, the waters of the Collin’s Bay hit the rocks but further down the coast, the Widow’s Hill rocks, far below the grass topped cliffs, were battered by the waves of Shipwreck Point. The waters seem rough but the ships out on the harbor surrounding the entire area, proved nothing was going to stop the coming celebration on July 4th. Or so they thought. The tourists didn’t realize and townspeople hoped against hope, that sudden dark shadows could take over the celebration and grow into a full blown terror. Collinwood sat, impassive structure, against the whole thing… Jesse fled out of David’s room and yelling for Carolyn, bumped directly into her. Bumping into him, Carolyn gasped, screamed, and then laughed. She held his arms, “Jesse, why, what is the matter?” “In there.” He said, breathlessly, “Big man, knows you. Says he knows you.” He huffed, “Says his name is…” “Adam,” Carolyn said, lovingly. Adam was behind Jesse and Carolyn let go of the blond singer and moved to Adam to greet him. The pair hugged. Jesse turned to see this, “Huh?” Adam kissed her on the cheek but she responded by kissing him on the mouth. “Adam. Adam, my it’s so good to see you…” “Why was he….” Jesse asked, “Good?” “Yes, Adam’s an old friend of mine,” Carolyn said. Adam put a hand forward. He had on a suit. “I’m sorry I scared you, man…” Jesse hesitated before putting his tiny hand in the bigger man’s hand. “Oh, you didn’t scare me. I’ve seen much worse. I mean I’ve been through much darker and worse places, met some much more horrid…I think I’d better stop before I swallow my own anus let alone my foot…” Adam laughed, “I’m not that ugly am I?” “Not at all.” Jesse stated, “In fact in this light, you’re rather handsome and well built…I mean if I were a girl, I’d say that…” Jesse cursed the idea that he had to remain in the closet in this time zone, wondering if anyone here was gay AND out… “Barnabus’s secret was found out by Uncle Roger,” Carolyn said, “I know his secret now, of course. But then, only a few years ago, Uncle Roger…he didn’t think Barnabus was as good as he really was. And he was about to do something about it when…we think the witch killed him…” “Yes,” Adam said. “In the meantime, Victoria Winters reappeared but…” “It wasn’t really her,” Carolyn said as she led them into her room. “Yeah,” Jesse nodded and sat down on the side of the bed, “David told us about all that. It was some alien race?” “Yeah,” Carolyn said as she sat on the desk seat, “That is, my husband by the way…” Adam put a hand on Carolyn’s. She went on, “That he was one of and tried to get away from…Many more of us were killed or so it seemed. Barnabus, Quentin, and Julia with help from the real Vicky stopped it.” “What did she do? Was any of it like what’s happening now?” Jesse asked. “Well, in a way, yes. I was thrown off Widow’s Hill by Jeb, my reluctant Leviathan. Let’s see, my mother was buried alive and also was freed, only to be smashed in a model of her own mausoleum. Quentin, I think he became the werewolf and…so that’s like this. As the wolf man, he killed Willie. David was sent to a perpetual school, never to leave school. He told me it was run by one horrible Reverend named Trask and he couldn’t leave.” “School? Poor kid,” Jesse said. “Uncle Roger, before he died, was made into a drunk and he became Julia’s slave…she had become a vampire. Barnabus was mysteriously cured but then the cure was taken away. Josette reappeared to him and then she was taken away. It was as if, all your heart’s desires were given to you and cruelly, whisked away from you just when you thought you were happy. As Jeb was returned to life only to have him evil again…but it wasn’t really him…” “So that part is not like this,” Jesse conjectured. “It was all to torment us. What happened I believe was that Barnabus went to 1796, saved Vicki and Peter from the creature that posed as Jeb. Peter and Vicki were never killed. Vicki was never pushed off the cliff, Peter never hung. He had to stop at the 1800s to enlist the help of a gypsy that used to live in that era, one he knew. Magda. She had summoned him there to tell him about an ancient box that could possibly stop the Leviathans. Angelique showed up there and found that ancient box. She gave it to Barnabus to stop the Leviathans but for her help, they imprisoned her in a room of fire…forever. When Barnabus returned…” Adam went on, “I was linked to him even more strongly and saw through his eyes. It drove me nearly insane…he returned to the year 1973 with Vicky and Peter. We…I mean they found the townspeople mindless zombies including long dead members of the town…Dr Woodard, Sam Evans, Matthew Morgan, Bill Malloy, and others…Barnabus and the other two had arrived too late in time so they had to go back to 1971 and trap the Leviathan.” Carolyn spoke up, “He did so with help from the real Jeb. We all came alive again, time returned, everything returned to normal…” “Or as near as this place can get,” Jesse was wide eyed and looked down but looked up and smiled after he said that. “But Jeb vanished again,” Carolyn said, “To this day, I’m not sure why…so to find out more about the supernatural and what happened to Jeb…” Adam stood near Jesse at the foot of the bed, “Carolyn hooked up with T. Elliott Stokes, my good friend…” “Hooked up with?” Jesse nodded, slanting his head like a canine. “Yes, why?” Carolyn asked. “Oh, ih..it..it’s just that in my time…where I came from…hooked up means…no matter.” Jesse broke off. “He taught me things. Things about things that have happened here. Uncle Roger used to blame Barnabus and his ghost haunted him and here, pointing at the portrait. I always wanted to know why and with Professor Stokes’ help, I did find out. But neither Barnabus nor Julia are to blame. And as for the witch…” “Are we sure she’s reformed?” Jesse asked. “We think so,” Adam said, “When I get close to Barnabus, the curse ends.” “So how close?” Jesse asked, “Why don’t we just go there and find out now if he’s still a vam…” “That might not be a good idea,” Adam stopped him. “Mine, his and Julia’s pasts have….we’ve not always been kind to one another.” Jesse smiled, “You mean you haven’t been to them and they to you. Still, we’re all in this together…not to coin a phrase…” “I went on to a large university, for a time. I studied there with the Professor’s help and under his tutor ledge. I found out that I was the reincarnation of Leticia Faye who lived here in the 1800s. The college has a psychic research department. The cold hand that touched Mrs Johnson was Uncle Roger’s. Jeb was an ancient alien demi god…the things that went on here. Still go on here. Vicki’s boyfriend Jeff Clarke was the reincarnation of a man named Peter Bradford who helped her in the past, in the 1700s. Apparently Judah Zachary used illusions of Jeb to kill her, knocking her over a cliff at Widow’s Hill, framing him, he was hung…” Jesse put his hands up, “Whoa, info dump…” He laughed. “Do you think HE could be behind all this?” Carolyn nodded, “I’m not sure. I don’t think so. I mean Peter and Jeff, were both sort of mixed up but neither of them, well, he’s one and the same, neither of them seemed anything short of sinister…although I think it might have been Peter’s ghost driven by Nicholas Blair or the Leviathans or both that drove Jeb to his death…” “So basically it could be anyone who’s doing this to us,” Jesse declared, “Just as difficult as finding my friend the Doctor…” “Anyway, Roger’s official death was ruled a heart attack,” Adam went on. “Angelique always protected Barnabus…from anyone except herself…but as time went on…” “Hold it, hold on,” Jesse put his hands up. “If she really is reformed. And she’s accepted Barnabus’s marriage to Dr. Hoffman, then she can’t be doing all this…” “Who knows what she’s thinking,” Adam complained. “It could be her. Anyway, Carolyn’s become quite well known in psychic circles, she’s even published a few books.” “Oh Adam,” Carolyn shrugged, embarrassed, “It’s nothing, really.” “Good for you,” Jesse said, “But…” “We’re no closer to figuring out who’s doing this and why.” Adam pondered. “I reestablished my relationship with Amy Jennings and let her stay with us for a time. She decided to leave us, not feeling her love for my cousin…” “David?” “Yeah, David,” Carolyn said, sadly. “Not feeling her love was returned. I mean David loved her as a friend but I don’t think he’s capable of…” “I understand,” Jesse nodded. Carolyn looked him in the eyes, “Yes, I believe you do.” Jesse cleared his throat. “What about Quentin and this werewolf and…” “Well, a few years later, 1972, I think, I remet Adam, who had left Collinwood in 1968. He’d become a successful business man, with Professor Stokes’s secret help…” “Does everyone around here have secrets?” Carolyn shrugged, “Guess so…” She went on. “Adam wanted to marry. But we knew we…” “She knew…I still wanted to…” Adam interrupted. “Oh, Adam, I’m so sorry…” “Oh, it’s alright, Carolyn,” he said but didn’t look her in the eyes. “During this time, Quentin left Collinwood and Collinsport altogether. He loved Daphne and when she and Gerard were laid to rest…three times over…he left and went around the world three times over. Alexandria, India, China, Athens. He found some flowers he gave Maggie, hoping something would come of that but Maggie didn’t know he was the werewolf…and the painting…” “So you two do know about that?” “Yes but he didn’t know we knew,” Carolyn nodded. “In reality, Professor Stokes knew that Quentin was really looking for Count Petofi, whom in the year 1897 or so had cured himself of the curse of lycanthropy using a magic hand…possibly a wooden hand and Quentin thought somehow, impossibly that this evil Count would…might take pity on him. Then the events happened, more hauntings, Vicki returned for real to help us stop Judah Zachary, who attacked Collins family members all throughout the time band, changing all time, killing as many as he could, creating many parallel time tracks, some impossibly existing side by side with our own. It was a great mess, to be honest. Somehow, we were able to stop him and restore it. Vicki chose to go back and try to save Peter again from his death at the gallows…” “Did she succeed?” Jesse asked. “We have no idea,” Carolyn nodded, “I looked up the records but they seem to keep changing. I suppose as time changes, so do the records.” “Tell me about Maggie Evans and her husband, when did they return to Collinsport?” “Maggie left with Sebastian Shaw. They married, divorced a year later and she came back. She moved back into her father’s cottage, began working at the Wyndcliff, a private sanitarium. There she remet Joe who was put there after run ins with Nicholas Blair, Blair’s sister the witch Cassandra, also known as Angelique, when she was vampire, the vampire Tom Jennings, and the werewolf Chris Jennings.” “Wow, no wonder the poor guy almost went mad,” Jesse puffed. “He did go mad. With Maggie’s help, he regained his sanity. He left there a cured man, no memory of the witch, warlock demon, or the vampires or werewolf…he returned to the fishing fleet. I think, however, his memory returned when the Judah stuff happened. Maggie kept him from going insane all over again. They are pretty happy now.” “What was this other werewolf? Chris?” “Amy’s brother.” Carolyn said, “His story and that of his one true love’s Sabrina Stuart…his story proved not everyone had the luck Maggie and Joe Haskell had…they fled Collinsport, hoping, like Quentin, to find a cure. But time was their enemy. The full moon came. Chris and Sabrina had built a cell for him. Chris escaped and killed her. Ned, her brother, found her that very same night. Ned wanted to kill Chris but found he couldn’t really do it. For he knew the curse, the curse that the man who became the wolf that walked on two legs, two feet, would kill the one, true love of his life. Somehow, Chris didn’t kill his sister Amy, who I think was protected from the line of descendants who would become a werewolf, because she was a female. Yet each wolf man that came here… was somewhat afraid of Amy. Perhaps the she wolves are…are the leaders. In any event, when he learned of what he had done, Chris shot himself with a silver bullet.” “Oh my God, that’s horrible.” “Yes,” Adam said, “Many horrible things have happened here. Some by my own hands.” He was thinking of Eve, his mate he forced Barnabus and Julia to make for him, using the life force of either Vicki, Maggie, or Carolyn…and at one point, they had thought Carolyn dead from the soul transferring experiment. “Barnabus and Julia had desperately tried to help Chris and his death, as well as the death of Uncle Roger, deeply affected him. The Judah thing, the one by-product of that was that Barnabus once bursa escort bayan more was a full vampire. Before they married, Julia agreed to leave the country with Barnabus, give up her life to go with him to find a cure that would stick permanently, for once Adam left town, the vampire curse was returned to Barnabus for a time. Willie, too, was willing to give up his life to help Barnabus and travel with them both. Just before they were to leave, Barnabus became very sick. He was very close to death and Julia feared for his very existence. She knew he could not have human ailments and that something else must have been going on.” “Dr Hoffman knew that I must have come down with some sickness. If I died, so would he,” Adam went on. “With the Professor’s help, Julia found me…in the Far East. “Julia cured me but in the process, came down with the infection herself. I summoned Barnabus and Carolyn to me.” Adam looked at Carolyn, who avoided his eyes. “When he came and saw Julia about to die, he knew how much he had loved her all along. He vowed that if she had lived, he would marry her. She did live, with the witch’s help. Julia and Barnabus were married in Singapore, where they faced one last challenge as Angelique began to change her mind and want Barnabus for herself again. They talked her out of it and she changed, once and for all, or so we all thought.” “But was Barnabus still a vampire?” Carolyn took up the story, “He was, however, Barnabus felt they must never return to Collinsport, for far too many memories were there and perhaps, enemies who would never let them have peace. Julia began working with an Asian doctor to cure the vampirism. They were successful. Barnabus could once more walk in the day time. Judah Zachary and other enemies found them in Singapore and the Far East. Eventually, it was Angelique who, herself, convinced them to return to Collinsport, where, she said, they would be supported by friends and family, once and for all, against any odds and any enemies.” “Tell me about this Vicky,” Jesse asked, “Could it be the real Vicky this time, holding some grudge against the family? Or against Maggie and Joe, or against even Angelique or Barnabus?” “It’s possible, even probable,” Carolyn said, “We all put her through so much, from David when she first arrived to Angelique…but…she was so nice. I doubt even in death, from the other side, that she would put the family through all this. In fact, in some ways, she is part of the family. I’ve had my suspicions that she was Bill Malloy’s daughter and that her mother…her mother was, in fact, my own…” “Wow,” Jesse nodded. “I don’t think there’s an end to all this…” Adam thoughtfully looked at Carolyn. “Tell him what you believe really happened to Victoria…” “Oh, I don’t think that pertinent to this…” “No, no. Everything’s pertinent,” Jesse said, “Sometimes we just don’t know it yet.” He hesitated, “Good God, I’m talking like the Doctor now…” “That friend of yours?” Adam asked. “Yes.” Jesse said, “Tell me, Carolyn, go on…” “Well, it’s rather complicated, so try to follow along,” Carolyn said “I’m not thick,” Jesse said, “I mean I have had some time traveling in time…” “Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Carolyn said, “I’m not sure I understand all of it myself. I suspected it when that fake Vicky came here and told us some things about the time our real Vicky was supposed to be from.” “A Vicky, when she recovered from her first time trip back to 1795, claimed the séance which sent her there, happened in 1967. Clearly, here, it happened in 1968. I think when Vicky returned from her trip, she didn’t return to the same universe. I think she returned to our universe coming from a universe which had 1967 going on while we had 1968 going on. I think when she left, she went to the past of our 1968 universe, only in 1795. Some of the facts that happened to her in that past were different from what she had learned when she was in her own time zone 1967.” “I’m dizzy,” Jesse said, “I need to get… anyway, this means that the Vicky that left, went to a parallel 1795, and stayed in that parallel when she came back to 1968?” “Yes.” “I don’t even know what I’m talking about!” Jesse laughed. “Yes,” Adam said, “You do.” “That would mean, to balance the universes,” Carolyn said, “That our Vicki that left here, went to a parallel past, possibly 1830, the past where THAT Barnabus was turned into a vampire.” “I have a headache,” Jesse said. “So, Vicky not only traveled back in time but crossed over into a parallel universe and the other Vicki did the same, they changed places.” “I believe so,” Carolyn said. “There were just too many things different from what Vicki said. I mean she was sort of on an acid trip after she came back but even later, some things didn’t fit. In the other universe Vicki came from, Collinwood was built in 1830. In our’s it was built in 1795, perhaps even earlier. Josette, it was said in that other universe, arrived already married to Jeremiah, and spoke no English. Barnabus taught it to her and over the months fell in love with her. When Vicki told me this, I corrected her. In our universe, Josette arrived and was not yet married, knew English, and eventually married Barnabus. When Barnabus was chained in his coffin, in Vicki’s universe, Jeremiah was still alive. In our universe, Jeremiah was already dead…shot by Barnabus in a silly duel. Barnabus never had the chance to kill Jeremiah in that universe, in our’s he did. Also Jeremiah and Barnabus in the other world, were spans apart in age, Jeremiah was an old man. In my …our universe, they were the same age. Just about. And even smaller things were noticed by Vicki: the tune on Josette’s music box was different to her. The other me was born two years before I was.” “How old are you, then?” Jesse ribbed her and then thrust his elbow out, “no, you don’t have to tell me…” Carolyn laughed, “I like you, Jesse, you seem to take these things in stride…” “You should see my friend Jeremy and even more so, my friend, another guy named Adam, he really wouldn’t even blink at some of this…” “Vicki thought David knew Barnabus’s secret and Barnabus was, in fact, trying to kill David at that time, not to mention Maggie,” Carolyn went on. “When Vicki came back, David was fond of Barnabus and rescued by him from…” Carolyn hesitated. “From me,” Adam put forth. “While I’m not from a parallel universe, I must say, I was a totally different man, back then…” “Well, how did Vicki forget Barnabus’s secret?” “I think he…” Carolyn shrugged, “I think he, may have…may have bit her…” Jesse winced. “I guess he does what he has to do…” “The final straw for me, was when Vicky thought Sheriff Patterson looked totally different, like a totally different person…” “That smells of parallel time to me,” Jesse stated. “Yeah. She never crossed back into her own universe,” Carolyn said, “And the Vicky we lived with since the séance ended, was a new Vicki and the family in the other 1967 universe, they lived with our Vicki…” “Amazing.” Jesse gasped, “Just amazing. So travel between parallel worlds is not only possible, it seems common.” He stood up, “I don’t see how any of this links to our predicament but it might be one Vicki or the other. Jeremy did say he saw three Vicki ghosts in the woods and I’ve seen them myself…briefly… but from what you told me, the two Vicki’s you’re talking about looked exactly the same…” “Yes…” “The ones we saw looked like three different Victoria Winters…” Jesse shrugged, “I’m going to go back to my room and try to figure out what to do next…” “Thanks,” Carolyn said, “We’ll let Julia know we’re here.” “Good,” Jesse said, “That will help solve one problem…of Barnie old Boy being a vampire.” “We hope,” Carolyn said, “None of the normal rules seem to apply. He might still be one.” “I hope not, we could use his help,” Jesse said, “I’ll go and find Jeremy first…nice meeting you, Adam,” Jesse put his hand out to thank Adam and Adam shook it Later….Jeremy and David entered the hallway, coming back from the Old House. Turning from Carolyn was a man, age 38, with strewn, brown hair. “I’ll get the porters to take your bags upstairs, Mr. Connelly.” “Thanks, Mrs….” “Oh Mr. Connelly, you can call me Carolyn.” “Oh. Okay, Carolyn. No need to rush on my account…” Tom smiled. “I have my room number. And there’s so much to see around down here…” “Hello…” Jeremy offered his hand. The man was decidedly British, good looking with dark brown hair and lighter eyes. Tom took it and shook it, looked at the back of it first. “I’m Thomas Connelly. Tommy to my friends…” Jeremy looked at the man. He didn’t often go for older men…well, except for the Doctor, that is. But there was something young in this man’s face, something bright. For a brief moment, he thought he saw the Doctor there, in Tommy’s eyes. “And I hope we’ll be friends…” “I like you already,” Tommy didn’t want to seem to let go of the hand. “And I’m David Collins,” David cleared his throat, and seemed a bit jealous. He shifted on the balls of his feet. “How do you do. My, I’ve heard so much about you, young, master Collins. You’ve had quite a life…” Carolyn heard that, coming back from talking to the porters in the hall toward the piano room, “Oh really, Mr…” “My friends, Carolyn, call me Tommy…” “You’re so funny,” Carolyn laughed. “Tommy. Your life…tell the boys…” David smiled, uneasy, “What?” “Yeah, do tell,” Jeremy laughed. “He is a successful business man. Worked with clothing but then moved to a TV company He helped Cuba to get the first color TV in 1958…” Jeremy did some calculations in his head, “58? That means you were…what…21?” “Oh, stop it,” Tommy put an arm under Carolyn’s and held her’s. “He was 21 but the Cuban Revolution took the TVs out…how mean were they, not letting people watch TV!” “They have TV,” David scoffed. “They got it back in last year,” Tommy smiled. “Thanks to you…” “I’m more interested in trying to get Italy to adapt PAL next year.” “Thrilling,” David murmured. To Jeremy it was. “You have a lot to do with televisions?” “I was involved in Telstar but…I just wanted my own company. You know, I just wanted some peace and quiet after all that Telstar stuff so now I just makes tvs via my company.” “Wow, you got rich real fast, I bet,” Jeremy said. “In Sept of 76, I have this thing. In Japan, I helped with it. It’s called VHS, stands for …” “Home Video System,” Jeremy finished, without thinking. Carolyn and David smiled as Tommy stared at him, wide eyed. “Yeah, how’d you know that?” Jeremy shrugged. “I…I just guessed. Figured it had to be something with video and TVs and all…” Tommy laughed and moved closer, unwinding his arm from Carolyn’s. He was wearing a brown jacket/shirt, that crossed between formal and informal, passed at the elbows and which went down to the top of his legs. He also had on loose fitting brown trousers and cross trainers. “Yeah,” Tommy faced Jeremy and looked at David and then at Carolyn, “Yeah, really, no, how’d you know?” Jeremy laughed. He looked at David who shrugged. Carolyn averted her eyes when Tommy looked back at her for answers. Jeremy smiled, “I…uh, I’m ahh, psychic…would you believe?” “No, I find that hard to believe…” “Would you believe …” He leaned in and whispered, “I’m a time traveler…” Jeremy joked. “What a kidder,” David laughed. But Tommy wasn’t laughing. “Welp, with my help we’re going to release this VHS format but I’m not sure it will last. One thing that I think will last is that PAL. PAL will spread to the US by 1980. What do you think about that?” “Uhhhh,” Jeremy shrugged. “I think VHS will catch on. And who knows, it might lead to other things in future…” As the porters came, Jeremy took a bag, “I’ll help, if that’s okay…” Carolyn nodded. As David watched, he sighed. Jeremy was leaving him, it seemed. Going up the steps with Tommy, to his room. Once the bags were in the room and the porters left, Tommy having tipped them, Jeremy looked at him, “You…you’re…” “Out. Gay? Oh yeah. I’m fully.” “Wow. But in 19…I mean, what made you?” “Many things, man, many things. Blokes that look like you, for one thing.” Tommy blushed when Jeremy didn’t. In fact, Jeremy’s eyes brightened and gleamed at him. “Cor. It was your guy, wasn’t it?” “My guy? My guy who?” “I mean the Americans. Your Harry Hay in LA I think…” “He was British…” “Oh, so he was…” Tommy smiled. “But he did it in America…” “Who hasn’t?” Jeremy joked. “And then in the 1960s…Frank Kameny…he fought for in 63 and got a replacement title for homosexuality in the Mental Disorder book…” “It’ll be totally gone by 1980 I think…” Tommy laughed. “You really are a time traveler…” “Yeah,” Jeremy said, “But don’t tell anyone…” “I once knew one once….” Tommy’s eyes went faraway. “If it weren’t for him, I would never have stood up for myself. Never have left my dad and mum…never have gotten involved in the whole Telstar thing, the VHS thing…in fact, I think he showed me some of that. My time with him is…it’s a bit …a little bit, mind you, hazy…one thing’s for sure…” “You met the Doctor…” Jeremy smiled. Tommy was excited and grabbed both of Jeremy’s hands. “Yeah, that’s his name…” Tommy asked, “How’d you know?” “That little bit of magic of his…it rubbed off on you and no matter how old you were when it did…it stayed with you, didn’t it?” “Yeah, but…you know…you know the Doctor?” Tommy interlocked his fingers with Jeremy’s. He felt them tingling. “Yeah…” Tommy felt the tingling in his hands moved up his arms, the mention of the Doctor by another made the hair on his arms stand up, the hair on the back of his neck. He pulled Jeremy to him as the warmth spread from his arms to his chest and down to his stomach, lower still. To his dick. He pulled the blond boy to him, his lips locked. He broke, “Is it…?” Jeremy murmured and closed his eyes, “Mmmmmmmm….uh…” Tommy quickly licked Jeremy’s lower lip and then locked again and passion ignited. `Talking about the Doctor….tor….tor…” Lips split again. “Door,” Jeremy said as he moved at Tommy, his own passion lit. He looked at Tommy with an almost animal lust and moved at him, moved him physically back, hands on his shoulders. Jeremy sank his mouth to Tommy’s again as he moved to the door and slammed Tommy’s back into the back of the door, so that it shut. Tommy arched up against the door and it fully snapped the latch into the small hole. Jeremy looked up at him, “You’re so…so…” Jeremy moved his head and body downward. “What?” Tommy peered downward. “British,” Jeremy rubbed his hands along Tommy’s sides, the fabric of the loose fitting shirt beneath. He soon put his hands beneath the shirt but then his whole blond head moved down under the shirt and slowly rose beneath, fabric hitting the back of his head. The buttons threatened to snap open, the bottom of Tommy’s shirt open to reveal a nice, if pale, belly, a hair trail leading down to his dick area. But Jeremy hadn’t gone down. He was moving upward, his mouth sucking on Tommy’s lower belly, then his tongue bathing the flesh. Titillating. He ran his tongue in circular motions around the mid back, lower back, the under fascia, also called the sacro spinales, to either side of the direct middle. Tommy squirmed. “Oh yeah I am,” Tommy gasped, his hands up against the door but then he brought them down, moaning. He put them on Jeremy’s back and head, his hands touching the fabric of his own clothing nilüfer escort as the boy moved beneath it. He felt gentle smooth hands caress the external oblique on one side, the left side first, then as the boy under his shirt followed through, the other. The sensation of feeling first a lick and rub on one side, then a rub and lick on the other in the exact same spot, on the exact same muscle but not following at the exact same time, began to bring off Tommy. Jeremy followed this through with each muscle on the fine back that he encountered. Thrilling the muscle on one side, lick, rub, or rub, lick, then the other side following suit. He turned his head both ways. Tommy felt the hair rub on the side that was just ministered to, the hair being a second ministration, a second cumming to his turned on flesh. He was chilled with goose bumps of love but also warmed by the heat of such a hot fast boy… This brought about the greatest of hard nipples on him, especially as Jeremy rubbed his hands under the shirt, which strained under the confines of Jeremy’s thick body. Jeremy rubbed Tommy’s sides, his ribs. Tommy felt jolts each time Jeremy touched. He jerked. His nipples weren’t the only part of him that was hard. He was wet. His knees almost gave way. Jeremy bent down and then up. His head reached the in between pec area. He turned his head sideways and stuck out his long tongue to stab at nipple on that side, then the other. He licked in between, always finding that area between pecs hot. Jeremy breathed hard. Tommy began to slink down the door, his shirt riding up at the back, threatening to do so in front. He took his hands away and that made him fall a bit faster. He used his hands to find Jeremy’s shirt back beneath his own front. The bottom button broke off. Then another. Tommy put his hands beneath his own shirt, found Jeremy’s shirt at the back and kept going beneath it. He began to feel up Jeremy’s entire back as the blonde brought his thumbs up and down his latissimus dorsi on both sides, just barely touching, then lowering back down to the external oblique on each side. He also shot his dick, as he stood under Tommy’s shirt, breaking the buttons completely, the shirt opening to reveal Jeremy pressed against Tommy, to reveal Jeremy’s own finely toned back as Tommy had lifted the shirt Jeremy had on, completely. Jeremy threw his head back as Tommy brought it off over the head and Jeremy shook his head free of the neck hole and Tommy let the shirt go, thrown on the floor. Jeremy removed his pants…then Tommy’s. The actor turned Tommy toward the bed and gently, this time, lead him to it. He laid him down on the bed and as the older male stared in disbelief, began to suck him off like an expert. Tommy squealed and jerked back, his head arching on the bed and his chest rising. Jeremy sucked him off to the end and then turned him over, even more gently and slowly, ever so slowly, brought his dickhead to Tommy’s anus hole. “Oh. My. God.” Tommy said as Jeremy slid into him, not maddeningly this time. He wanted this to be a gentle one. He held Tommy’s ankles and shifted a bit and this feeling drove Tommy mad. He moaned. “Oh keep goin!” Jeremy smiled and laughed. He looked down and bent as low as he could and kissed Tommy’s mouth and then pumped a bit. Jeremy pursed his lips together and wet them with his tongue afterward. He shoved in and out and in and out. Tommy’s dick was hard as he jerked it himself…soon he splattered a huge load against Jeremy’s sweating belly, a loud slap of cum hitting bare skin sound echoing in the room. Jeremy pulled out just as he exploded and some of his cum shot inside Tommy and some on his own leg and some against Tommy’s bare skin between leg and hip and testicles. “Oh, that’s great, that is! I love you!” Jeremy laid eased himself down on top of Tommy, put his mouth near Tommy’s and breathed out on him, “Tell me all you know about the Doctor…” Later, Jeremy found himself back in the room he shared with Jesse. “Whatcha doin?” “I found these in David’s room.” “Are you sure he doesn’t mind you going through his stuff?” “Naw, he’d do whatever I’d ask him to. He doesn’t mind me doin anything to his stuff.” “I bet he doesn’t.” Jeremy smiled, “What is it?” “A machine to make your own T shirt sayings…” Jesse unveiled his newest. It was a white t shirt with short sleeves and the lettering read: I ONLY TRAVEL IN THE TARDIS FOR THE BOYS with the word boys with a huge cross out line through it and the word DOCTOR under it. Jeremy was wide eyed and laughed, “You’re insane…” “Well, hanging around here in one place, one time is making me that way. I want to get out of here!” “Oh you big baby, it’s only been a few days.” “One day, ONE DAY…” he came to Jeremy and put his arms around his neck and stared into his face, “Is like an eternity when you’re used to like being on Columbus’s ship one day, the Marie Celeste the next, the Spanish Inquisition the next…” Jeremy kissed his forehead and moved him away, “We’ll find our way…” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Jesse asked. “Oh…” he picked up the t shirt from the bed where he discarded it. “I know what’s bothering you…” “What?” Jeremy came back and hugged Jesse’s waist and pulled it close to him, Jesse’s top following. Jesse held the T shirt up between their faces, “You’re mad cause you’re name’s not on it.” Jeremy laughed. “I’ll put it on it,” Jesse kissed Jeremy’s lips but through the T shirt, the fabric between them. “That feels…so…” Jeremy kissed him back. “So…r..eallly good…” Jesse suddenly became serious. “Just….just hold me…” He let the T shirt go and it fell between their chests, held there. Jeremy hugged him closer, if that were possible. “What? Why so serious all of a sudden?” “What if? What if you and I are stuck here, out of our real time. Born while we’re still here, looped in time. I mean…I’ll be born in 1987…and be, what…” “Well, let’s see, you’re what now?” “Oh, never mind, forget it. I’ll be in two places at once!” Jeremy held him tightly and the T shirt squeezed between them. “This stupid thing….” He moved away and let the T shirt drop to the floor. “No, don’t let me go. Hold me.” “You’re so gay…” “I know,” Jesse cuddled his head sideways against Jeremy’s chest and smiled and shut his eyes. “And I’m in heaven.” “As long as we’re together…I’d be lost in time and space with you anywhere and nothing, nothing matters.” Jeremy said, “And with people on our side, people like David and Carolyn and Tommy…” “Tommy, huh? You like the old guy, huh?” “He’s not that old.” Jeremy stated, “And uh, how long do I have to hold you for?” “A few more…” “Minutes?” “Hours.” “Oh.” Later, Jeremy told Jesse, “You get some rest. I’m going to go look for that strange Daryl Devlin guy.” “You still think he’s the Doctor?” “There’s a good possibility. Get some rest, okay? You look like…” “I look fantastic…” “Yeah, who’m I foolin’. You do.” Jeremy kissed him on the lips quickly and moved to the door. “I am kinda tired though. It’s all this missin the Doctor.” “Okay, then sleep. I’m going to snoop around some more.” “All right, Joe Hardy…” “Joe Hardy? He was hot.” “Which one. There were several…” “All of them.” Jeremy winked and left, closing the door. Jesse undressed and fell asleep the moment his head hit the soft pillow. Almost as soon as he had, a kaleidoscope of colors filled his mind’s eye, his mind, and his inner vision. He felt his head spin and spin and then level off, tilting to a stop. He heard music. It was repetitive but somehow not annoying. It sounded to him like an old game show. Which it was. It sounded like the music to Match Game. Charles Nelson Reilly laughed as if he were some Saturday Morning Wizard/Witch. It was the laugh he was known for. “I’m Gene Rayburn and welcome to WHO IS THE DOCTOR…” The repetitive music continued as Brett Somers, Jean Carlislye, Peggy Cass, Bert Convey, Johnny Carson, and others sat down on a long dais. Beneath them was another dais and others sat down: a man in a skirt from the 1700s. It was someone Jesse recognized as Jamie McCrimmon, one of the Doctor’s oldest companions; another was Sarah Jane Smith, looking as she did in the 1970s and she sat down, carrying a metallic and very old version of K9. A big bosom came into view. Jesse saw those first. He nearly threw up on his dream. Peri. There was old woman named Evelyn. A hot guy named Hex. A not so hot guy, an alien named C’eriss. A drunk woman named Benny. She sat down with a bottle of alcohol. “I know the Dukecor any…I mean I’d know the Doctor anydere…no, I am not drunk. I can hold my succor…my, liquor. Lick her.” A strange laugh track issued forth. Everyone laughed. Everyone except Jesse. Jesse wasn’t sure he liked where this dream was going. There were too many women. It also seemed to be a mixture of Match Game and To Tell The Truth. Gene Rayburn waited for the music to stop. “Welcome to another edition of Who is the Doctor. Today, we have ALL the Doctors. What might be the first…” “I wish you’d stop this prattling young man and get on with it, will you?” An old man stood up. He had a furry hat on. He looked older than he acted and at the same time, his strength belied his real age. “Very well, today, our guests…including two very special guests…” Jeremy came from the left stage and waved as the audience cheered for him. He put up both hands and waved with both. He smiled and sat down next to Jesse, who soon found himself on the panel with Sarah Jane and Jamie. And the old K9. The new K9 came flying overhead. Jesse looked up, “Hello, K9!” “Greetings, Master.” From the audience, Eric Roberts stood up, “I am the Master. And as you can see…” He twirled his hands, bending his wrists to gesture at his red and flamboyant Time Lord robe and collar, and shoulder pads, “I’ve come dressed for the occasion…” The Meddling Monk: “No, poor deluded fool! I am the Master.” “You are nothing but an imposter, my good man,” stroking his beard, the new speaker was the Anthony Ainley Master, chuckling to himself as he said, “I am the Master. And farewell my friends…” Derek Jacobi, hissing: “I am the Master.” John Simm: “Haw Haw haw!” Waving his hands up in waves. A prancing fool, hopping and giggling like a school girl, “I’m the Master, ho ho ho. Oh that echoes in me head, that does…can’t stop it….ba da da dump baaaa daaa daadd dump whoooooowhoooo…” “Yes indeed. You imposters shall face my utter reign!” Roger Delgado with gloved hands rose and folded his arms over his chest: “I AM the Master,” and then he widened his eyes, “…and you shall obey me!” “Yeah, okay,” Jesse said. Gene Rayburn echoed that, “Yesssss, well, as we ignore that…them…” The First (purported to be the First) Doctor waved his cane and moved his cape over his shoulders, “I AM the Doctor, the original, you might say.” Sarah Jane raised her eyebrows. “Oh my dear, oh my giddy aunt, I supposed I’m next, aren’t I?” The Second Doctor stood as the First sat, “I am the Doctor, my dears…” Jamie smiled and nodded, winked at the Doctor. “NO!” A bright headed light bulb of a big bulky but muscled older man stood up. The Third Doctor. He lisped as he spoke, a purple and lavender cape on his shoulders. “I AM THE DOCTOR!” And much to everyone’s horror he broke into song! He nodded to the band and they played the Doctor Who theme song. “I cross the void beyond the mind. The Empty Space that circles time. I see where others stumble blind. To seek a truth they’d never find. Eternal wisdom is my guide. I AM THE DOCTOR!” A trio of black women, one British, one American, one African and perhaps named Liz U’Bondo, sang out in unison, “Oh yes, sister, oh yes, he is. He is the Doctor.” “Through cosmic wastes the TARDIS flies. To taste the secret source of life. A presence science cannot deny exists. The latitude of the human mind. I AM THE DOCTOR.” More from the black girls. Jesse covered his ears. Jeremy was seemingly having a great time with this song and looked to his left to see Jesse covering his ears. Light heartedly, he elbowed Jesse in the arm and started clapping along to Jon Pertwee…uh, the Third Doctor. “My voyage dissects the course of time. Who knows who says are you right? Who searches deep to find the light that glows so darkly in the night. Toward that point I guide my flight. As the universe move to end mankind, metallic teeth again that grind. With the sword of truth I turn to fight the satanic powers of the night. Is your faith before your mind. Know me. I am the Doctor.” He started to sing PURE MEMORY but the audience yelled loudly enough to stop him. Jesse joined the audience in yelling, “NO!” Jamie asked, “Can I sing the PUNCH AND JUDY song?” “NOOOOOO!” Everyone answered him. The Third Doctor bowed and put his hand out, making a card vanish into his sleeve. Then he sat down. “Well, yeah…” Gene Rayburn nodded and pointed to the next Doctor. “I was adored. I was the Doctor. I mean…” the Fourth Doctor, all teeth and curls, reddish jacket, and of course, long, long multi colored scarf, about 20 feet long, stood up and uncurled the scarf. “I mean to say, my chaps, I am the Doctor and I enter a room different ways…never the same way twice. I can solve any mystery even Sherlock Holmes could not.” As he stated this, he took off his floppy hat and replaced it with a Sherlock Holmes hat and a pipe, “Put that in your pipe and smoke it. But nevertheless, previous selves aside…” He nodded to the other three and they all acknowledged him with a nod back. The First tut tutted along with his nod. “I AM THE DOCTOR!” Fifth: he stood up, cleared his throat and said, very effetely, “I am the Doctor, but as you see I’m not the man I once was, thank goodness.” He sat back down. Fourth: “How bout you go and save Adric. Ask him that,” he said, turning to the TV audience. The Fifth stood back up and said, “I…” “Is he gay?” Jesse asked Jeremy. “He’s not as young as he used to be,” Peri turned to Sarah Jane and told her this. Sarah Jane, in acknowledgement, nodded in positive to her. “Uh huh.” “IF I may….” The Sixth Doctor stood up, threw the tails of his red-yellow-blue patchwork jacket behind him, and smiled, grimly. He produced a mirror from his multi colored and throw up looking jacket. He examined his own visage. “Noble brow. Fine chiseled features.” “Yeah and fat belly.” Jesse whispered to Jeremy. Jeremy shushed him. The Sixth Doctor grimaced in a very conceited way, a way that made you feel that he thought of you as a worm beneath his feet. Which he did. “I am the Doctor whether you like it or not…” Peri smiled, “Not.” Melanie Bush shook her head. The Sixth Doctor sat down. “I was NOT adored. But I am now. I think.” The Seventh Doctor stood up, wearing his darker, brown-ish jacket, dark pants, his red handled umbrella over his forearm. He wore a straw hat of some kind. He put his left hand’s forefinger to his nose and rubbed it sideways as if to say he had a secret. “I am the Doctor. Fear me.” He sat back down. The 8th Doctor stood up and jumped the partition, ran to Jesse, kissed him on the lips, ran to Jeremy, kissed him on the lips. “These lips, they fit perfectly!!!!” He ran back to his seat, jumped the partition again and breathlessly said, “I am the Doctor of Gallifrey, a yellow skied, meteor streaked wondrous planet and you will do great things!!!!” “Yes,” Grace said, “I will.” A big eared 9th Doctor stood up. He had on a leather jacket. “Well, yeah, I’m the Doctor.” He shrugged, “Course, I am. You can be’leve türbanlı escort me or not, makes no difference to me. I’m just standing up `ere and makin a difference cause no body else is gonna do it, it’s not fun, it’s not clever, it’s just standin up and makin a difference.” As he spoke, a woman sang faintly. She seemed to be humming his theme song with a moody twilight zone type of ambience. “Oh, sit back down, you conceited bastard,” Jesse threw at him. A man bounced up from his seat, “I’m the Doctor, too!” Tenth. Then, he sat back down. A blond named Rose, a black girl named Martha, a captain named Jack, a redhead named Donna, and a black man named Mickey all sighed a sigh of love. There were others, too, who sighed, obviously in love with the Doctor. A woman named Joan. A woman named Reinette from 17th century France. All sighed, in love . Jesse smiled, “Blimey, he gets around.” “Yeah, except all those girls. He was tryin too hard, wasn’t he?” Jeremy said. “Not really that hard.” Peri added, “And none of them ever got on with any of us.” Sarah nodded, “Yep.” Tegan added, “I betcha he would’ve done Adric or Turlough instead of….me.” “I would,” Jesse said. “I mean, I’ve seen Adric and Turlough’s pics in the TARDIS data bank…not that you’re not pretty, cause you’re not…I mean!” Tegan was about to punch Jesse…. The Fifth Doctor turned to Doctor Four, “I’d rather have had Tegana than Tegan…” “And he was our enemy in ancient China where I once met Marco Polo, Genghis Khan, Kublai Khan and of course, Weng Chiang. But he happened in the future, we’re not talking about him…” Time passed. The clock ticked away as other Doctors stood up. Raymond Burr stood up out of a wheelchair, “I am the Doctor and that settles it!” Patrick Stewart, a skinny, tall, bald man stood up. He wore a light tan leather jacket that went to the floor, nearly covering his brown work boots. “I’m the Doctor.” He opened his leather jacket and beneath he wore a blue speedo, not unlike the one he wore once on STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION. “Sorry but at present, Romana’s fixing my outfit. I had a slight problem….” He maintained his composure, “…with the anomaly on the sector of space called Raxvfastus 7 parsec 4.7. It took all my clothes. Romana?” He called into a Star Trek communicator which snapped open under his hand’s movements. “I’m hurrying as fast as I can. I just can’t fix the TARDIS’s clothing machine fast enough but I will.” “Make it sew,” Patrick snapped the communicator shut again. While almost everyone began to fall asleep, other Doctors stood. Leo McKern. David Hasselhoff, who stood and started singing the BAYWATCH season two theme song, “Some people stand in the darkness, afraid to go into the light, some people need someone to lean on and I’m here to sing I’ll be ready to save you…” “Damn it. Just say you are the Doctor!!!” “But I’m not. I mean…oh, was I supposed to say I am? I nearly was. Once. In a movie….” Sigh. Other Doctors or impersonators were there as well: Rowan Atkinson, Jim Broadbent, Hugh Grant, Richard E Grant, Joanna Lumely, Adam Rickett, Jon Lee from S Club, Jon Thaw, Archie Bunker, David Chokachi, Mr Humphries, Stian Smestad, Alex Pettyfur, 10th down to the First, and one who stood up and said… “I am the Other…!” Ralph Fiennes. Now wouldn’t he make a great Doctor? John Nathan Turner is the 14th Doctor. Louise Jamieson is the 16th Doctor. “They told me I was the Doctor’s mother! But then I turn around and I’m the Doctor!” John Rhyes Davies is the 17th Doctor. Robert Hayes is the 19th Doctor. Taylor Hanson is the 20th Doctor. Desmond Lywelllyn (Q in James Bond is the 21st Doctor. “I have no business being a Doctor! I can hardly walk, let alone run! So I am not the Doctor!!!!” Hattie on Mystery is the 22nd Doctor (she’s also in KEEPING UP APPEARANCES). John Inman is the 24th Doctor. “I’m freeeee!” Mike Grade is the 25th Doctor “I’m the Doctor ….” “What really? Michael Grade? You’re the Doc…” “Well, not really. I’m really a sorta meld of the Doc and the Valeyard’s second incarnation…I know, I know. He had another. Bit of a mess innit?” Lance Henrikson is the 27th Doctor. “I see what the killer sees.” Gillian Anderson is the 28th Doctor. Nick Courtney’s Brig has to meld with the Doctor and he becomes the 29th Doc. David Duhcovny is the 30th Doctor. Matthew Waterhouse is the 31st Doctor. “Well, I felt so guilty over Adric’s death, I …I became him!” Lassie is the 32nd Doctor. Roy Schnieder is the sea loving 33rd Doctor. Jonathan Harris of LOST IN SPACE is a very old 34th Doctor. Anthony Sabato Jr is the action oriented, gym loving 35th Doctor. Jonathan Jackson is the youngish 36th Doctor Death, Jon Dye on TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL is the 37th doctor. Mike Landon is the 38th. ANOTHER WORLD’s Charles Keating is the white haired strong bodied, old looking but action oriented 39th Doctor. Arnold Schwarzzenger is the 40th Doctor. Mark Walhberg is the clothes-hating naked 41st Doctor. Lou Diamond Phillips is the 42nd Doctor. Steve Burton as the surf loving 43rd Doctor. A 7 year old looking Doctor is the 44th one. “My predecessor had me in the sun and surf too long. Made me youngisher!” Bea Arthur is the 45th Doctor. Anthony Geary is the 47th Doctor. Tyler Christopher is the very dark 48th Doctor. Don Rickles is the 49th Doctor. “Hey what the hell’s this shit?” He manages to insult everyone in the room. Pat Cooper is the high strung 50th Doc. Howard Stern is the 51 st Doc. Sam Kinison. “HUh huhHUH?!!! Yeah, he’s Doc 52. Rodney Dangerfield is the 54th Doctor. “Yeah, I’m the Doctor but I tell ya I get no respect.” He itched at his long Time Lord collar, “No respect at all. I’m not lying to ya, I get no respect, no one will probably ever believe I am the Doctor!” David Chokatchi is the 55th Doctor. Richard Beltzer is the 56th Doctor. Scott Glenn is the 57th Doctor. That guy from FOREVER KNIGHT is the vampire 58th Doctor, “I am the Doctor.” Everyone can see his fangs. “What? I was cursed by the Great Vampire for a time.” Adrian Paul is the Zorro like 59th Doctor. Jonathan Frid is the old 60th Doctor. That tall girl from THIRD ROCK is the 61st Doctor. Deforest Kelly is the 62nd Doctor. Leonard Nimoy is the very serious, space minded 63rd Doctor. A little old lady is the 64th Doctor. Jerry O’Connell takes the show in a new direction AS the 65th Doctor! Sarah Michelle Gellar as the 66th Doctor. “It’s the Great Vampires we have to stop first!!!!” Joel Hodson from Mystery Science Theater as the 67th Doc. Mike from MST as the 68th Doc. Rob Lowe blows Paul McGann’s Doctor a kiss as he stands up, “I blow you out of the water, kissing boy? Kissing? I just love sex!!! I’m so sexy, too! Everyone wants me, so bite me, alien boy, Tenth Doctor!” Rubert Everett is the gay loving, gay 70th Doctor. Where are Adric and Turlough? Oh, and Ben, I love Ben, too!” Brad Renfro as the most rebellious Doctor you’ve ever seen. The 71st Doc, rebel against growing old and cutting your hair. Ralph Macchio is the 72nd Doctor. The kid who plays the Pretender as a boy is the 73rd Doc. the Doc is fighting growing old here in much needed continuity. Tim Curry as the 74th almost evil Doc. John Gegenhuber as the 75th Doc (see Earth 2). Gary Cole as the dark 76th Doctor (see American Gothic) Clancy Brown as the 77th Doctor. Nigel Bennett as Doctor 78. Robert Trebor as the 79th Doctor. Kevin Sorbo is also a Doctor (when he stands up we hear the HERCULES theme song). “My sonic chakram proves I am the Doctor!” Lucy Lawless takes on the helm as the 81st Doc. “Where is Gab…Romana?” Terry O’Quinn is the 82nd Doctor, a bit on the manipulative side. Also likes to send out a computer hologram of himself a lot more than the other Docs, so he can be safe and lazy in his TARDIS. Yale, the black man from EARTH 2 with the computer arm is the first black Doctor as he is the 83rd Doctor. Rockman Dunbar is the 84th Doctor and the second black Doctor. Nichelle Nichols is the 85th Doctor and the third black Doctor. Don Marshall is the 86th Doc and the fourth black Doctor. Jesse looked around, “What the hell was that? This is my nightmare and I don’t even understand it!” “Okay, the trick here is for the companions to guess which one is the real Doctor…when we return. For we must pay the bills somehow,” Gene Rayburn announced, the microphone never leaving the area of his mouth, as he held it very close. “I guess technology hasn’t come very far in the 1970s,” Jesse shrugged. “A word from our sponsors!” Gene Rayburn snapped, angry at Jeremy’s comment. “Sorry,” Jeremy shrugged. The announcer, possibly Dick Tufeld (the Robot in LOST IN SPACE and the narrator on LOST IN SPACE and THE TIME TUNNEL) or possibly Gary Owens from LAUGH IN, said, “Soon from Barnes and Noble…the new book from David Tennant …” David’s voice over the book cover (him on the cover wearing his Casanova outfit): “I am NOT the Doctor.” Announcer: “This week and also this week, don’t miss, Chris Eccleston’s new book, I JUST DID THE LONG HAUL…and Tom Baker’s new book, MY BIO PART TWO…” Tom Baker’s voice: My new book tells the story of a boy who kicked pigs…no, wait, that’s not right. Anyway coming in September the sequel, WHEN WILL IT END AND I CAN JOIN MY FRIENDS IN THE CEMETERY?” Gene Rayburn’s voice, “That oughta hold the little bastards. Fuck that. Oh shit, we’re back?” He looked at the camera, “Very well, we’re back.” He cleared his throat, “Okay, the idea is for the companions to guess which Doctor is the real Doctor…” “This is ridiculous, they’re all the Doctor…” “OH DEAR, OH DEAR, WE’RE NOT, YOU KNOW, OH DEAR! My name is Smith…” Joan Redfern nodded, “Yes, that’s right. John Smith…” Sarah Jane smiled, “Yes, I once had a friend who went by that name. He was a most uncommon, unpleasant bastard. Leaving me high and dry in the middle of nowhere…” “OH DEAR, MY DEAR, MY NAME’S NOT JOHN, IT’S ZACHARY! Oh DEAR, where am I?” Dressed in a red valor shirt and red flares for pants, a redheaded boy, about 5’2, came up to this new man, “Oh, there you are, Doctor Smith, let’s get outta here and back to the Jupiter Two…” He grabbed Will and put the boy in front of him. “WHAT AN INSIDIOUS TRICK OF FATE!!! WHERE ARE WE, WILLIAM, MY BOY? OH DEAR, WE’RE DOOMED, DOOMED!!!!” “Dr. Smith!” Will Robinson turned to the side and pulled Dr. Zachary Smith away, using both hands, “I’m sorry. We wandered onto your set by mistake.” The pair exited. “Doctor, number 9?” Rose asked from the panel. Some woman someplace was singing the 9th Doctor theme song with loud exaggerated Whoooing. The Doctor hardly looked up. He was cleaning his nails with his other hand’s nails. “Yes, what do you want?” “Were you the Doctor for the long haul?” “I’ve just done the long haul. Now, I’m invisible….” Sarah Jane smiled, “Doctor Number One, I’m going to make a sound that is familiar to you.” The First Doctor’s eyes widen in shock. Everyone laughs. Exaggerated laughter. “you’ve heard it before, I’m sure…” More canned laughter. Gene laughs and then his smile goes to nill. “What is this sound?” She pressed a button on the shelf in front of her seat. This button shelf was on the partition that separated the companions’ dais from the Doctors’ dais . A loud WOOOOOOO occurred and then stopped abruptly. The First Doctor turned to the Second and chuckled. “That, my dear, is easy. It is the WOOOO to the first theme song ever on my show.” Everyone clapped. Tegan looked, “Doctor Number Five. Do you know what a grinding sound is?” More fake laughing and this time, whooping. “Okay, let’s get to it.” More laughter. “I’m really getting sick of this,” Jesse said. “What is this sound?” Tegan pressed a button in front of her. One wheezing groan of a sound hit the air, stirring everyone into an uncomfortable chill of goose bumps. Jesse looked, “Why, even I know that’s the TARDIS appearing and disappearing sound…” Gene Rayburn pointed, “Disqualified question. Ask another!” Tegan pointed, “Why didn’t you go save Adric?” The Fifth Doctor shrugged. “There’s no point in…” “Why did you act the way you did afterward? All, we’re off to see something special. Rather than mourn?” “I did the same when C’eriss died,” The 8th Doctor leaned across Doctor Seven and Doctor Six, nearly spreading his whole body across them. He tapped the Fifth on the arm. “He’s a cold hearted bastard, that’s why!” The Second Doctor yelled. Then he retreated into himself as he saw the looks Doctor One and Doctor Three were giving him. Doctor Four had his floppy hat over his eyes, his feet up on the dais top and was snoring, asleep. His hands were behind his head. Charley Pollard cried out, “I believed him! I believed IN him.” There were more questions, more answers. Sarah Jane: “Doctor Three when were the UNIT years?” Three shrugged, “The near future?” Jesse puffed, “That’s an easy one. They took place between 1968 and 1985. A time warp age effect.” Romana1: “Doctor Number 777, what really happened to the Dalek Timeline?” “I…I dunno…” Jesse shrugged, “OH my god, why doesn’t he remember this stuff?” Jeremy nodded, “I guess…I guess it’s been so long ago, he just…forgot, like making room in his mind for new stuff?” “Davros happened to is,” Jesse said, “But only after the first war. Then the Fourth Doc met Davros, then the First Doc met the…” “Don’t call us Doc!!!!” Several Doctors yelled out. Polly: Doctor Number 888, is Susan really your grand daughter? Everyone in the room: “YESSSSS!” Dodo: “Doctor 999, did you meet Napoleon as a boy, a girl, or as an older man?” “All three.” Jesse nodded, “No, no no. He met him once, as far as I know from the databank in the TARDIS. At Waterloo.” And so it went, on and on and on…and just like that the startling conclusion was… Gene waited for the endless music to end. He pointed his mike at the TV audience. “Okay, all the results from the questioning have been tallied. And our monitors have picked up all the answers and all the conversation that went on after the answers….therefore we have found out that…” He points his mike at Jesse, “Jesse McCartney, YOU therefore ARE the Doctor! The Doctor somehow is IN you.” Jesse puffed, “Phewsffftt, I’ve heard that line before….the Doc’s been in me a great deal. Right…” Jesse stood up and put his palm over his own butt hole. Jeremy stood up and put his arm around Jesse, “Jesse, I don’t think you understand. The Doctor…he’s gone. The only trace left of him is in you. So, either you or the Doctor can be considered…dead…” “What? No…” Everyone chanted, “Yes” over and over and over. Jesse put his hands to his ears and yelled out NO over and over and over. Then he sat up in his bed, startled, jerked to a full awareness. “Collinwood, full night.” Someone was in the room. He could feel their presence. “Jeremy? That you?” Something black hopped onto his lap. He jumped. A black cat was on his lap and he was in bed. He hears female laughing. At the foot of his bed, Angelique (who seems to be 34 years of age) rose up, head first. Laughing. The light from the foot of the bed silhouetted her and each hair seemed like the tentacle of some supernatural beast…but knowing that this was once a female human made it even scarier to Jesse. The intent seemed clear…she seemed to have murder on her evil black heart…and the laughing continued and as she laughed some of her features came into the light. A perfect set of white teeth, large eyes filled with more white than any eye Jesse had ever seen before…and the deadest of pupils…her hands gripped the bed posts and she pulled herself up, almost magically, inhumanly. Made a move that would make gymnasts and the double jointed sit up (in strange positions) and take notice. And she was coming for him… To be continued… DOCTOR WHO STING INTO the 1990s DARK SHADOWS MUSIC

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