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Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 118 7th Doctor opening theme song and credits…. “There they are!” A Time Lord guard troop of about seven Time Lords dressed in military outfits of red came marching down the hallway. “….there! He’s right! There they are! Get to em! You run!” The Doctor got behind both boys and they were surprised at the strength the little one possessed as he pushed them toward two panels in the wall, “There! Secret shafts!” “I got a not-so-secret shaft right here!” Jesse touched himself as he yelled but his head hit the wall panel and it opened. Jeremy, uncharacteristically, lost his footing and fell in a heap into the panel. The wall panels that opened seemed like all the other panels but for one thing: they could open and lead to a shaft each. The boys slid down the shafts… “Put your hands up!” A blond guard yelled. The Doctor obeyed but put up his hands only. “Can I put my arms up, too?” “Don’t try to be funny, Doctor, we know who you are…and we know your ways…” “That’s good, cause I don’t.” “Don’t try anything.” The blond said as about eight guards surrounded him including the blond. “I won’t.” “Don’t.” “Why does everyone doubt me today?” Theta, looking 17 and the same, not having regenerated, awoke with his head next to the head of his wife. He nudged himself awake and saw her. He was filled with anguish. “Oh my…my dear…” he looked over at the couch and saw Xonto’s charred body and the charred body of his daughter in law, Ailla, near the blasted door. Acrid smoke filled his nostrils. The man put himself under his wife’s head and cradled it in his lap, holding it up to him. He was crying. “Never was a great husband to you. You always told me…if I ever was needed, it would be by others. Never believed you.” He heard a sound outside and shook himself. “Axons.” He stood up and a momentary bit of grief shook him. He swallowed. “Patience. I know to observe and watch was not enough. I never had the bravery you said I possessed. I can’t leave you now.” He heard guards outside dying as they were zapped by the electrical tendrils of the monster. He sat back down, “They deserve what they get from that thing.” He put his head down to her’s. In his mind, he felt the blond boy sitting in the hallway…a second dead blond boy in his lap. Parallel to his own image. The blond boy was in his head. “Innocent. To help others against the monstrous situations…against circumstances…against…the monsters. My dear, forgive me. You always told me to…I’ve got to…help him, he’s my first…innocent…” He heard the Axon finishing off the guards but knew the thing was moving on the boy next. The boy who just sat there with his dead …lover? Was he? Didn’t matter to him. He was sure he wasn’t gay but he’d help the boy if he were gay or not. It was too bad he could not save the other one, too. He wasn’t even sure he could save the one boy sitting there in his grief, right in the path of that monster. The boy’s image was in his mind’s eye. He was sure that this was happening just outside his apartment. “I’ve just the thing for those things…haven’t been watching the universe for nothing. Now I get to try it all out…maybe save someone in the meantime…” He ran… past the dead body of his son…Koch. “You were right, my son, not to be so submissive. To the ones in charge, the ones I trusted.” He blinked and tried not to think about him. This blond boy filled his eyes. Yet, he wasn’t in view yet. Jeremy was holding Jesse’s dead body. He put his head over Jesse’s lower chest. A flaming hole was still in Jesse’s heart. Jeremy looked up. The Axon moved past the dead bodies of the guards. Some were still but a few were still convulsing. Jeremy looked up without fear and saw the monster shuffling straight towards him. He didn’t care. He watched it come right at him. Jesse’s eyes were staring dead at the ceiling…his ears unhearing of the monster’s continuous, rapid fire loud and alien huffing…ready for the kill…tendrils launched…Jeremy watched, his eyes as dead as Jesse’s…. “Blimey! You! Testicles for a face! Over here!” Theta stuck his head out of the apartment room door and the Axon turned toward him. Tentacles came his way. Theta had on rubber gloves and boots and shoved two long prongs at it. A blast hits the Axon’s body and it retreats. Theta puts the prongs down and runs into his apartment room and shuts down the device the prongs are attached to by long rubber wires. He takes off the gloves and runs outside. Jeremy kissed Jesse’s cheek. Jeremy looked up and cannot talk but mouth-es, “He’s dead.” The Doctor leaned over, “Yes, I know.” He leaned over and closed Jesse’s eyes with his hand. “I’m so sorry…I can…” his voice stuck in his throat. “They just killed my entire…except for…” “Who are you?” Jeremy looked up, tears streaming down his face. “I…” Theta listened. He heard footsteps. “Many of them. Guards. They’ll kill us.” Theta stood up straight and pulled Jeremy who clung to Jesse’s limp body. “I can’t just leave him.” “Have to.” Theta pulled Jeremy’s hand away from one side of Jesse and then the other, gently lowering Jesse’s body slowly to the ground, one side first and then letting the other side down carefully. He pulled Jeremy’s other hand off Jesse’s other side. Jeremy fought at first. “NO! LET ME ALONE!” But his anguish was so much that he could not fight being dragged off by the arms. His feet dragged. “Get offa me!” “Make sure they are all dead!” They heard new guards call and stomp toward them. “He’s dead! Jesse’s dead!” “Quiet or you’ll bring more guards down on us!” The Theta Doctor took him to a new hole in the wall, another shaft. “Since you seem bent on getting yourself killed up here….look, I’m not going to leave you whoever you are. We have to both go together. It’ll be far from comfy but we’ll have each other.” “Each other?” Jeremy asked as the Doctor pulled himself and Jeremy into a new shaft as Time Lord Guards marched down the hallway. The Doctor put his own legs in and dragged Jeremy’s in on top of him, “You are a very, heavy, young man.” As they slid down, the Doctor whispered, “I don’t think they saw us.” With this heavy, muscled Earth boy on top of him, the Doctor also felt embarrassed that his dick was burgeoning out and up and growing thicker. “I…I…I…” “Jesse,” was all Jeremy could say. “It’s hopeless…he’s dead and it doesn’t matter any longer…” The 7th Doctor was in a hallway being lead away by eight guards. The 7th turned to look at the leader, “Bass? Is that you? Why, I’ve known you since you were a little Loom Time Tot.” “Doctor, be silent.” The Blond Time Lord said, cold. “Bass…I know what yourrrr last name is…” the Doctor said. As they moved to a hallway that rounded, the Doctor stopped and pointed. “Oh, look, a pussy…not that any of you would be interested in that…me eitherrr for that matterrr… he’s rrrright as rrrain, that is annoying…” “I don’t like cats,” Bass said and nodded to the man closest to him, “Slay it.” “Oh no, don’t.” the Doctor jumped a bit and put a back up hand up to the man who raised his gun. The guard looked at Bass. “Please, as a last request from me if you have to take it that way. Please, it didn’t do anything to anyone…” “All right, Angravon, don’t. Leave it be.” “May I?” The Doctor asked and turned to Bass. Bass nodded, “Go ahead, if you must.” “I have some cat treats in the handle of my umbrella…” the Doctor nodded to the guard behind him. “Fine,” Bass said, “BUT don’t try a thing. We can bring your body to Borusa if we have to.” “Borusa, who’s that?” The Doctor asked. Bass just shook his head. “You are a mess.” “Can’t we just shoot it,” that guard said. A nod from Bass and the guard handed the Doctor his umbrella. “Thank you, Bass, tarred and feathered that one would have had me, if it weren’t for you.” the Doctor took the umbrella, ringed over his arm, toward the cat and stopped, grinned and raised his arms, and shouted, “There will be NO cat killing here today!!!” He knelt down. He picked the cat up and stood with it. It was a multi colored and lightly shaded cat. The Doctor held him to his face and he laughed at it. It immediately rubbed its nose on the Doctor’s and continued to rub on the side of his face. Purring. The Doctor smiled and laughed and looked at it, then held it out in front of him. “My but you are a mischievous one, aren’t you? What are you doing out here now? Silly and…and somehow familiar…” He looked at its eyes, “Pon my soul, it is you, Woolsey, Woolsey you ole devil, you, it’s good to see you!” The Doctor shut his eyes and rubbed his nose on the cat. He put Woolsey down and took out some treats from the handle of his umbrella. He gave them to the cat. “Now scoot off before…I remembered your name…scoot off…” the cat moved away… The Doctor went back to Bass and the guards. “Thank you, Bass, Tardy I hope we are not.” He giggled at his own joke. “I wish you had let me just kill it,” the guard said. “Put your hands AND arms up!” The Doctor had his umbrella on the upper bursa yabancı escort arm nearest the guard and he raised his arms. This gave the effect of the umbrella body hitting the guard under the chin and giving him a nasty whack there. “Oh dear, so sorrry, didn’t mean anything by it.” The guard moved to smack the gun he had on the back of the Doctor’s head but Bass looked at him and nodded NO. Then, Bass snickered. “Do you know, Bass, that cats walk by themselves through places and all places and times are the same to them…” he was being jovial but then he stopped and the guard behind him bumped into him, “You know, that in and of itself could be a clue…I think.” They moved downward on a black spiraling floor. “That was fun.” The Doctor laughed a bit but when he saw Bass and the guards were not responding, he dropped his laugh in mid laugh. “In you go,” Bass said and opened the door by hitting a button. The Doctor went in by himself and the door closed behind him. “I had them bring you here because I thought I knew you.” The different incarnation of the Time Lord, rose from behind a desk, a laser gun in his hand. “I do not. I don’t recognize you. I don’t know you.” “Oh, Borusa, I don’t know you either. I thought I did.” The Doctor took off his hat and held it in his hands as if someone had died and he was paying some respect. Emerging on another level feet first out of a shaft, Jeremy on top of the young Theta’s body, Theta landed feet first and had to pull Jeremy up from the crumpled floor. He had no more will. “Oh, that was quite nice.” He looked at the boy, “Please, I know you are sad. So am I. I just lost almost all my family. But I feel that your life…any life really, is important. I have to save you. But I also have to get back to my apartment. I’ve hidden the baby.” “Why am I so important then?” Jeremy looked up at him. “I…I don’t know. I just know you are. You really are.” Jeremy’s eyes met the young man’s. Even though he couldn’t be out of his teens, at least in looks, Jeremy felt something, “Doctor?” “What? What did you call me?” Jeremy used his arm to wipe his nose and eyes. He stood up, eyeing the man before him. “You…I know you by another name.” “Are you…are you sure?” “Yes, I think it’s in your future.” The young man touched Jeremy’s arms and shoulders with both hands. “That…you…you…that…that’s amazing.” He smiled at the boy, “Do I…do I have a good life?” Jeremy smiled. “Well, yes, I’d say so. It’s just that…” “No, wait. Don’t tell me. It could be very bad for me…and call me Theta.” The Doctor forced a smile. “Right now, I must get back to that apartment but first for you to get to…” “What the fuck is that?” Jeremy turned as a head sized metallic sphere came at them from the top of the ceiling. The young Doctor grabbed Jeremy’s shoulder and looked at it. The metal sphere had large round whizzing blades and sticking out spikes which were moving in and out of the thing. “I don’t know but move!” The Doctor grabbed Jeremy’s body and opened a side door in the wall, “One of my son’s secret hiding places…” He shoved Jeremy inside and threw himself in. It was tight but he was able to close the door. “Is that your…oh, my. That is your…” “Sorry, sometimes excitement and danger do that to…” The young Doctor screamed as a point came into the crack between the door and wall. “Rassalon’s balls of fire!” “We’ve seen em’ they’re not all that hot, Doc…Theta, is it?” Jeremy felt the Doctor’s tight butt against his dick, he wiggled. The Doctor jammed his own body backward some more and Jeremy’s eyes went wide and then he smiled. He put his hands on the Doctor’s sides. The spike moved further in but the Doctor moved his head and the spike could not move at all to reach it. Jeremy saw the spike, too. It moved out of the small alcove. “Your son made this?” “Yes, he always felt little hideaways were what we needed. I always told him that to hide away was …not honorable and to trust the powers that be is what was important. I’ve been a fool.” “Maybe.” “Thank you very much.” “But maybe it was all you’ve known.” Jeremy said into the Doctor’s ear and he kissed that same ear. “What’s your name son?” Jeremy thought it odd that someone as young looking as this Doctor—for he couldn’t be more than 17 years old in looks—would call him “son.” He also quickly thought that telling him his real name might not be a good move. “Jack. You can call me Jack.” The Doctor turned red. “Yes, well, I think it’s moved on. We can get out now. I’ll get off you now, Jack.” “Pity that, just as I was enjoying myself,” Jeremy said. The Doctor opened the door as he said, “You’re a very big boy.” “Yes,” Jeremy stated. “This way,” the younger Doctor ordered. Borusa smiled as he took a message over a head set. “I’ve just got word, Doctor, that one of your companions is already dead.” The 7th Doctor’s shoulders slumped. His face showed pain. His mouth twisted and his eyes shut. “no.” He frowned. He lowered his hands. “My, my. It can’t be the first time you’ve lost one of them?” “No. No. No.” The 7th Doctor took his hat off and fake polished it, not that it needed that. He put it back on, “No, it isn’t.” Borusa stood up. “Come with me. I must show you something.” He lead the Doctor out a secret back door, a large silver one, which he had to remove a large wall like curtain from. The curtain looked just like a wall of metal. “Clever.” “No sudden moves. I don’t really know who you are…” “Which makes no sense to me. Even with different regenerations, Time Lords are almost always supposed to recognize each other.” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “Usually, no one does.” The Doctor frowned and touched his eyes with both hands, “Which one?” “Which one?” “Which companion was killed?” “I didn’t know there was a difference. The blond one,” Borusa said as he laughed. “Oh, they are both blond.” “Jesse. Jeremy. Jesse, Jeremy, you haven’t met them then?” “Not personally, no…” “Fascinating.” As they spoke, Borusa lead the Doctor, the Doctor draped in his 7th body, down a dark hallway and the hallway seems to descend downward. The end of the hall opened to a totally white room. The Doctor blinked. “I …I know this room…” “It was a lab made by one called Theta. If you are the Doctor and you are he…then, you would know this.” As the Doctor’s eyes focused some more, he noticed in the center of the room a huge square area. “The first…the prototype…the THE TARDIS.” “Yes, and there are more.” Borusa moved to a wall and pressed a nearly invisible switch. The wall moved away totally. Inside were a 100 white boxes…each one the size of a small room. “Why I hid them. Why I wanted Omega to stay gone. Why I even oppose Rassalon. Time travel would be the end of Gallifrey.” “What did you do to the makers of these?” “Well, as you know, you and your father made many…that first one. Then you both tried to hide them from me.” “My…my father?” “These were made possible by Omega’s power from the Black Hole you left him in.” “We stuck him in,” Borusa corrected, “Since you are going to die anyway there is no longer any need to keep these from you.” “You haven’t answered my question. My father and I did not make all of these. Did you kill the makers of the rest?” “Once they examined the prototype…some were killed. Some had their minds wiped. We needed some of them alive in case we ever had to use time travel…as you know there are other races interested in time travel and if they ever…” “You’d need to stop their time traveling, too…” “Yes, indeed. And so we did. All over the galaxy…then, the universe. Using the machines you built. Time travel spread like a disease. And we had to use it to stop them…P3X-595, Asuras…” “A sore ass…?” “…Adarak Prime, Alderaan, Alpha 777…” “All aheaded by As…” “Your attempts at humor are not funny, Doctor…Some of the technicians and scientists only had their memories partially wiped.” “Let me guess. Now, the wipes are failing…and more and more of your people…my people…our people are having time travel thoughts and ideas of exploration…” he waved his arms around, “Leaving behind their small minds and the small minds of their government…to help others, save lives, expand horizons…” “Yes and uncontrolled…it caused all this time mess, as you and your companions—one now dead thanks to it remember—-call it.” “It’s not that…it’s the Master….” The Doctor covered his own mouth, “Damn.” “Master?” Borusa points the gun at the Doctor’s face, “I will not kill you if you tell me …” “Tell you what now?!!” The Doctor grew angry again. He put his hands down. “Are there more hidden SIDRATS?” A large flat TV Screen. An announcer’s voice, sounding not unlike K9’s voice only different (David Brierly). On the screen was a creepy, elongated smile of a human being, not unlike the Cheshire Cat in ALICE IN WONDERLAND. The lips were wide spread and the teeth plastic looking. On the bottom of the screen was a news feed line in blue with red letters. bursa sınırsız escort The background was a large series of domes and inside them were huge towers. The announcer sounded civil but what it was that he said is what drew Jesse’s attention. “A man to lead needs to have a head. To be a head or to get a head, a man already needs to own a head. Would you trust this man to head your dome set, let alone your country, how about your entire planet? How can a man who be a head of anything when he had no head, gets no head and doesn’t use his head. Omega, NOT the Time Lord for you. We ask you, would you trust those lips, if you could find them, to kiss your Time Tot? This advertisement is paid for by the FP, an individual sponsored ad in no way connected to the Faction Paradox, the letters just happen to be F and P but don’t let Omega by our F’in new P.” “He might seem like he doesn’t care about the P in Power and is for OUR good but we ask you, have you been able to stay awake for his speeches and debate answers? His name is Bore US oh sir so you have an idea how he will run out planet when he’s always off either sleeping himself, taking a holiday at Camp David Campbell or putting us to sleep. He’s already taken several treasures of our planet and used them for his own means. And if you check out his regenerations in the last thousand years or so, he’s almost always chosen to be an old man…can we say dirty? He might just be a dirty old man…you decide 1,576,554 AD…” “He wants to represent us in all of time and space. But matrix records show that he didn’t even bother to vote in the last ten elections let alone the last ten thousand elections. Sure, he had to live here to vote so just move back here in the year 1286, which just may be the year he was born. He doesn’t even come from people who live on Gallifrey most of the time and one of them might even be under suspicion of being human…some of the time. If we have patience, I’m sure there is an explanation as to why Patience is sometimes a human and sometimes a Time Lady…when she’s even smart enough to be alive. But let’s not attack the mom. Honestly, the man himself calls himself Master, hangs around with black haired under age E space boys not even from our universe mind you, wears black leather sometimes, has glowing cat eyes at other times and sneaks into a snake form at other times. Would you want him running your citadel like an S and M parlor?” “Yes.” “This election day…don’t vote yes for the snake in the grass or the ambulance…” Jesse’s eyes opened. The first thing he saw as they focused was his own muscular bare abs, a rounded washboard, his deep set navel with outtie bits, as he flexed awake. “What the hell?” He blinked. Apparently he had on a black leather top of some kind, almost not a covering at all. It was in two pieces attached by metal rods in small leather cylinders, almost undetectable, to the back piece on both sides, far below his underarms. His nipples were just barely covered, his shoulders were not as the harness…for it resembled a kind of skimpy leather harness…was low on his chest but came up to the neck piece. The neck piece was a collar, attached to the back collar in similar fashion as the main piece. The effect was a collar from which came a piece that curved over his nipples in front, and the back collar has a piece that came down and curved under the shoulder blades. There was a metal ring in front where his pecs meet underneath the leather and a metal ring in back almost where his shoulder blades would meet but slightly under that. The edge of the leather piece in front was far above his navel, the back had the edge low beneath it…and his butt crack was almost certainly showing. It was like an upside-down thong made for the upper body. The entire piece was finished off by a green skirt like affair, pieces of cloth covered over each other and held by a metal rod in a cylinder at his right hip. The whole thing was making him hard and he felt the crotch area was not going to do much to conceal it…for he had on no underwear. He also had on slip on feeties. Black. Jesse stood up, un-self consciously, “Hey, hey, cor, who put me in this get up?” “I did.” “Holy Deja Vu.” He said as he blinked the dream away and looked at the girl the voice emanated from. “Blimey.” Jesse said as he took in the shiny red leather, lined with one blue stripe on either side, very tight pants, the high heeled black boots, and the gold shimmering tunic just about covering ample breasts, which were lined by long brunette hair on either side. “If I weren’t gay…” “Gay? Is that happy on your planet?” “Not really.” Jesse sat up a bit. “Easy, you were dead almost too long,” the young girl said. “Dead? Cor. How? And how long?” “About nine inches I should think.” She stared. “I mean how long was I dead!?” “Nearly 21 minutes.” “Thank you for…thanks…if it weren’t for you…what did you use to bring me back?” “Well…” the girl picked up a small metallic helmet and a bunch of wires attached to it and to a large red box. “Shhh. CIA stuff. I saw it used in the future on a girl named Dorothee or Dorothea, silly name really.” “Tell that to Oz.” Jesse sat up. “No, no.” the girl moved her hand onto his abs, her pointy finger nail in his navel, “Can’t get up yet. Oz? Is that a jail of some kind?” “No, you’re thinking of Shada.” “Shhh, don’t say that word.” “Oz?” “Shada.” She stammered, “Now you made me say it.” “Can you take your finger out of my belly button? I mean it’s all sexy and all that but I swing for the other team.” “You Earthlings and your speech patterns. Theta would know what you are talking about but I don’t have the patience for it.” She waved, “Theta. His apartment block was…” “I’ve got to…” he sat up again. She pushed him gently back down. “You were dead.” “So how long should I rest?” “Oh, about the same time as if you were dead.” “Very funny, lady.” “I’m no lady.” She raised her eyebrows. “Oh?” “I’m a girl.” “Oh. Yeah. Right. Ace.” “Yeah, don’t say that.” “Really? I thought it sounded so 80s, so cool.” “Yeah. No one in their right mind would think that was 80s or cool.” “Suppose your right.” He tried to rise again but felt dizzy so he laid back down, “So how long then since I was, you know, dead, how long for a rest before all these subsidiary pains go away…oh, and I don’t mean you. You’re an angel?” “I know I am. And oh, 20 minutes.” “Oh, okay, mom.” Jesse laid back. He closed his eyes. “And thanks again for saving me.” The sleek girl started to leave the room and carefully checked, before opening the door. “Rest.” Jesse hunched up using his elbow to prop himself. “Wait a minute, where are you going?” “I have to check on a friend of mine.” “And?” Jesse detected an “and” in there someplace. “And…I was one of the scientists who thought, always thought those Omegans were a just a tinsy winsy…is that your Earth expression…” Jesse nodded and listened. “…a bit over the edge but I myself was working on a way to try to save Omega. I also have a way for all of us to get away from here. Things are entirely too over the edge for me as it is. Too hot…” “Arrr, do you mean me? I know I am but so are you. Probably.” The girl smiled. “You have an interesting sense of humor.” “Oh, you say that to all the guys you bring back from the dead, don’t you?” “I’ll be back.” “And do I have to come with you if I want to live?” “What? I thought you weren’t on my…my team.” “Joke.” “Oh. Oh, yes. See you soon.” “Said the Adric to the Tegan.” “You are a strange one,” the girl commented. “Comes from hanging out on your planet,” Jesse shot back. “Don’t leave this room,” she ordered and pointed a finger at him. “Yes, sir,” Jesse saluted, half waved. She scowled at him. Then, she smiled and with that, she left the room, the door closing behind her automatically. Immediately after, Jesse tried to sit up again and felt a bit dizzy. He laid back down and shook his head. “Maybe just for a few minutes, I’ll let my body recover. Too bad I can’t regenerate like the Doc.” Jeremy and the younger Doctor moved around the bodies in the hallway and the younger Doctor re-entered the apartment of his now dead son’s. “Come in.” Jeremy nodded in frustration as he surveyed the dead men that the Axon had killed. He moved inside the open door, “You sure it’s safe?” “Quite,” the Doctor moved to the back room where he was with the baby before the massacre of his family. He didn’t have time to think about his whole family…or nearly his whole family being killed. He felt on the wall and giggled a nervous laugh, “Hah, even I can’t find it.” Jeremy was at the door to the baby room and leaned on the frame. He looked in and then back, “Hurry, D…Theta, I think I hear someone coming.” The Doctor pressed the wall and a small square opening mid way to the ceiling opened up. The baby in her tram was there. The female baby was fed by a mechanical device which used a metallic arm that held a baby bottle. Theta quickly removed the mechanical arm from the bottle and took görükle escort the tram, with the baby, in it out of the secret compartment. “Meet my grand daughter.” The baby tram was practically in Jeremy’s face, “She’s adorable.” The baby put out a hand and touched Jeremy’s cheek. Jeremy pulled faces as the baby and made her laugh. “D…Theta, we have to get out of here, now.” “I have a SIDRAT… place where we can all get away…” “SIDRAT? What’s that? It sounds like TARDIS…” The baby echoed the word, “TARDIS…” “A machine that can get us away from….” The Doctor heard a sound in the hallway. He and Jeremy ran out, the Doctor carrying the tram. They ran to a corner and saw a girl, the same one that saved Jesse, enter the apartment after she surveyed the dead bodies, too. “Oh, not her.” “Know her?” “Yes, and just what her part is in this…” his voice sounded as if he didn’t like the girl. “Listen, I still have to find yo…I have a friend still in the Citadel somewhere. I’ve got to find him.” “Come with me first, I’ll show you the secret SIDRAT rooms and you can meet us there…” “Don’t delay though, if you don’t have to. Get out of here, take off in the TARD…SIDRAT if I’m not back in, say a half hour?” Jeremy urged. Watching the room, the two of them back away. The girl looked down as the dead family members and Xonto. “Xonto, I said you’d be the death of us. You always were trouble maker. And look at this one.” She moved around to Koch. “Oh, now, that is interesting.” She put her hands on both his hearts, leaning over as he knelt down. “The fools. They can’t even make a claim to a good execution. Cor, two good turns deserve another two,” she comments. She leaned down and grabbed Koch’s body and flung it over her shoulder. “My old friend, I do believe you are putting on weight. You shall owe me for this.” Jesse was awakened as the girl came back, carrying a man over her shoulder. A man in a blue tunic. “Is that Jeremy?” “No, just an old dead friend of mine,” she said. She plopped his body none-too-gently on a metal table next to Jesse’s. “How are you feeling?” “Okay,” he told her. “Alive.” She gave a wry smile. Jesse watched as she performed the same procedure on the man as she had on him. She, in no uncertain terms, brought him back to life. In the SIDRAT room, Borusa pointed a gun at the Doctor, “You must have stopped me before so therefore, it is time to die.” The Doctor shut his eyes. He had his hands up in the air, “You mean you don’t know?” “I…” Borusa started to pull the trigger, “My memory has been played around with as well. But that does not matter.” The Doctor lowered his hands and opened his eyes, “Of course it matters! Everything matters!” “Then what regeneration are you in and how many times have you stopped me in the past, kept me from what I wanted to do?” “Oh, that. That doesn’t matter.” “Goodbye, Doctor…” Borusa starts to pull the trigger but a tendril wraps around the gun and zaps it out of Borusa’s hand. The Doctor gasped as the door had been forced open in a flash and the Axon moved at Borusa. The gun was a smoking heap on the floor. The Doctor saw another form step in and saw a robed figure step in. He saw the face mask and realized it was Omega, “OMEGA! Stop that!” Omega raised his hand and the Axon halted. “I AM OMEGA! WHO ARE YOU?” “Don’t you know me?” Omega towered over the 7th Doctor from, “YOU! Your face has changed but I know you. You have stopped me many times, too.” Borusa rubbed his hand, which was burned, “See, you should kill him. Let me…” “Shut up, Borusa,” the Doctor snapped. “YES!” Omega yelled, “You were just talking of my staying lost in space…” “And time tunneled away,” the Doctor added. “Enough of your joviality, Doctor. YOU! YOU!” Omega stepped even closer to the Doctor, “You are the reason I was lost again! You shot me!” “Me? I wouldn’t do that!” The Doctor took his hat off and scratched his own head, “Would I?” “YOU DID!” Omega shouted so loud that both the Doctor and Borusa put their hands over their ears and widened their eyes. “I DID???!!!?” The Doctor realized he shouted so he lowered his voice, “I did?” “Matter converter gun!” Omega burst forth. He literally stuck his chin down at the Doctor’s nose. The Doctor backed away. “Oh, yes that, Borusa, do you remember that?” “No, I don’t think it’s happened for me, yet.” “Eh, no matter. It doesn’t matter.” “Matter!” Omega yelled again, “I should direct the Axon…” The Doctor pulled at his own lapels and smiled and looked at the Axon, “Yeah, how did you come by one of those?” “It is not a true Axon. It is my own creation.” “You always were amazing at that stuff,” The Doctor looked it over. “Similar to your gell guards, no?” “Similar to my gell guards, yes,” Omega corrected, “Only just more lethal.” “Yes, so I see,” the Doctor frowned, “Ruthless, too, if I recall you correctly. You were…” he pointed at Omega, “…willing to turn into anti matter and let the whole universe of matter be destroyed.” “You abandoned me!” “You used Hedin, didn’t you? I am remembering.” Borusa frowned, “Bravo.” “What do you plan to do now?” The Doctor asked. “Kill first him and then you.” “Spare him.” “For a time, I shall.” Omega lowered his voice and both the Doctor and Borusa found that more intimidating. “How long?” The Doctor asked. “The time it takes for me to kill you.” “Oh.” The Doctor said, “Well, then, get on with it, will you? People keep threatening to kill me and then fail to live up to their promise.” “Don’t complain,” Borusa stated. “What you did to my body,” Omega said, “Just look at it!” He took off his helmet mask and put it on the desk. There was no face. “I’m incorporeal!” “Oh, been there, done that,” The Doctor waved off, “Why don’t you grow up! Evolve, will you, Omega! Stop your ranting!” “Evolve!? I can no further evolve for already I AM THE GOD OF THE TIME LORDS!” “Well, God, here’s wishing you evolve or grow up!” The Doctor looked up and snarled. “I will now direct the Axon to kill you!” “DO IT!” The Doctor yelled. “What? Have it kill you?” “NO, grow up and evolve!” As if on cue, Omega’s gloves rose to his head or where his head should be. “I am…” he began to yell and the yell slowly turned to a pain filled scream. “It burns on my body, the cloth!” “It’s matter!” The Doctor yelled and grabbed the robe, “Get if off! Quick, Omega, take your clothes off!” “WHAT IS THIS!!!” Omega screamed as he tore off his robes and his pants, literally shredding them with his might. He kicked off his boots, too. “MY SKIN BURNS!” “You’re changing!” The Doctor yelled as Borusa stood up and the Doctor put an arm out to shield Borusa away from Omega, “NO! DON’T GO NEAR HIM! HE’S becoming something akin to matter and anti matter in one body!” As they watched, Omega’s eyes appeared in sockets that were not there. Veins, nerves, capillaries formed around his face. They saw some blood, too but all of it was half translucent. Gums sported teeth. His entire body was filling in but only to a point. Blue, red, sinewy muscle appeared. As the half body appeared, minus skin, Borusa looked over the Doctor’s shoulder, nearly putting his chin on the smaller man’s shoulder. “He must have had the word evolve imprinted in his genetic code…a command given to his genes to do so. Turn into matter but it’s backfired!” “Did I do that?” “You might have some time in his past but your future.” The Doctor nodded, “Makes sense to me!” Omega’s skinless fingers on is left hand touched the Doctor’s hand and the Doctor fell to his knees. He began to yell and scream, too. Borusa smiled, “Excellent!” Borusa ran out of the room as the Doctor fell onto his back, his knees still bent. Omega was screaming and so was the Doctor. The Doctor yelled, “I’M COMING APART!!!!” A time tunnel of energy appeared around his face. His face contorted and changed and twisted. A circular hole filled the face and the face changed. The hair looked like a wig of brown which was discarded by the process. His body began to pulsate and The Sixth Doctor’s face appeared and the energy began to subside but then it started again. The Doctor’s head was on the ground and it was the Sixth’s Doctor head. “DE-Regenerating!” The Doctor rolled over and stood up but he stooped in pain, “The degeneration isn’t stopping. This is it for me! Goodbye Jeremy!” The Sixth Doctor tried to stand up, his hand hit the wall and he flat palmed it. His other hand went to his head. The energy blew the Axon away from him and Omega. The creature hit the wall and fell sideways. “It’s not stopping! The force will kill us both, Omega!” Zoom in on the pained expression of the Sixth Doctor’s face… Sting of the music of the TRIAL OF A TIME LORD theme music and Sixth Doctor TRIAL end ube/watch?v=orKJqF5FoaU “Brenton Thwaites IS THE DOCTOR, taking over the role from Paul Telfer!” “Oi. I’m smaller but…eh, I still got me muscles. And…oh, I’m Australian apparently…” …and much, much later… “Harry Styles IS THE DOCTOR!” With floppy hair, a big toothy smile, and a scarf with multi colored rings! And tight pants, sometimes wearing skinny jeans. “A different set of clothes for every adventure!” In clips from his first adventure he will wear a frilly shirt, an overcoat not unlike Doctor Four’s, tennis shoes, a floppy hat and a very long multi colored scarf and…as he runs, the scarf trails behind him.