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Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 75 The woods. Night. A full moon that should not be a full moon. Howling. Collinwood, close up on a window. Jeremy looking out a window. David behind him. The Old House. Julia wringing her hands. Barnabus slumbering in his coffin. Willie nervously loading a silver bullet into a shotgun. “July 1st, 1976 is about to end,” Jesse’s voice says. “…and so may many lives…for somewhere in the tracks of the woods a man that walks with feet of a wolf, a wolf that walks like a man…cousin to the vampire and the wizard…and two boys practically given up on their search for the man that they love, the Time Lord with two hearts…where is he?” “Quentin, Quentin,” the gypsy woman said and held out her hand, a ring on it made of silver. The werewolf lumbered at her, near a huge tree. She stumbled backward and nearly hit a fallen tree behind her. Lightning must have blasted it down ages ago. She laughed, “I’m a ghost, I need not worry…Quentin, you are in a time freeze…a time freeze, d’you hear? Do you? Ha.” She leaned forward. The woman, a gypsy named Magda wore her silky black hair long and even though she was just a ghost now, she wore the same jewelry as in life and it clanked whenever she moved, just as it in life. “I do got the power,” she laughed as the werewolf froze. “But…but whatta I do with you now, huh? I remove the curse but something block me, aye?” Her long red dress flowed in the still summer night and the glow of the moon. “I cannot stay here all night. Quentin, you gotta change back, now, no?” She looked around helpless as the wolf man just stood there, like a statue. “NO, I cannot permit that,” a man with brown curly hair came running. “Who are you to demand of me?” Madga stated. “I cannot permit any more time disturbances here,” the man said. He waved a small silver colored orb at her and the werewolf moved and started to come alive again. It growled. “Watta you do?” Madga yelled, “Watta you do?” “My name’s Daryl,” he took something out of his long black jacket, “I think you’ll find that this will hold any werewolf at bay.” He handed to her. “What is it?” She looked at it suspiciously, her head held high up. “Mistletoe…” “Misss…” she laughed, “Ha, you don’t wanna Magda to kiss you, ay?” “No,” Daryl smiled, “I’m not here to start trouble. I just can’t …I think someone or something is causing problems here with time and time is something I have to protect…” “Why, who are you?” She held out the mistletoe to the werewolf, which regarded it and moved back. “I’m…” “It’s not working!” “What?” “It’s not working!” The werewolf ran at her and she vanished but it came at Daryl and swiped at him with both claws! He fell backwards over a log! He looked up as the monster came at him. Night time over the waters beneath Collinwood, oblivious to the terror in the woods. The waters hit the rocks and made loud washing sounds. Four times the waves spilled over the rocks, with just one completely covering it. The dark shadows of the waves no match for the house above or the creatures in the woods…. Sharp teeth moved at Daryl and he could only stare in horror as they moved closer, dripping foam! “Shoot, Willie, shoot!” Julia yelled as the wolf man moved at Daryl. “I…I can’t! It…it’s Quentin!” “You have to!!!” “I can’t!” “Don’t shoot!” Jeremy came running past Julia Hoffman and Willie Loomis. He ran as fast as he could and jumped with his feet up at the back of the werewolf. He made contact with it and sent it sprawling. He landed on top of Daryl. They were face to face. “Hi…” Jeremy could feel the heavy breathing of the man beneath him. Daryl looked surprised. “Thanks, but…” “He’s gone…” Jeremy looked up. He put both hands on the ground but slipped because Daryl was trying to get up at the same time. His hands landed on Daryl’s chest. Both hands. He felt two heart beats. “Daryl? You…you’re the Doctor…” “Doctor?” Daryl smiled, “Oh no, I’m just a stockbroker…” “I thought you were a lawyer?” Jeremy said, pulling himself off Daryl. “Oh. Uh. I’m both,” Daryl was lying and Jeremy knew he was. Julia and Willie ran to them. They began to ask them questions about whether or not they were hurt. Jeremy studied Daryl. He distinctly felt two hearts when he put his hands on the man’s chest. Jesse, David, and an older man came running as well. Jesse and David pretty much asked the same questions. Jeremy turned to them, “Who’s this?” “Oh, I’m ahhh, Jacob Wells,” the man spoke with a distinct British accent. “No relation to the young fellow that runs the Collinsport Inn by the way.” Happy for the distraction, Daryl came over to him, “I’m Daryl Devlin. Nice to have someone from England here. Fellow country men and all that,” Daryl spoke in the manner of light banter but looked cautiously at Jeremy, who eyeballed him suspiciously. Jacob shook his hand, “Yes, indeed. I’m sorry to have arrived so late and just as the excitement began…I take it you are David Collins…” David looked ahead of them into the woods. “I told you that at the house…” David was annoyed that this man arrived so late at night and at a time of extreme crisis…although to be fair to the old guy, almost all the time was a time of crisis at Collinwood. Jesse looked at Jeremy and pulled him back to a boulder. “This new guy, I think he’s the Doctor. I mean he seems very Doctor like. He’s come here because he feels his son might be accepted in this place…” “His son?” Jeremy gawked. “He’s got a son? So how could he be the Doctor…” “Huh, grand daughter Susan…Master son? Maybe the Doc’s had a son since he was here for a long time before this year? Anyway, yeah, he’s got a son who’s got some issues…needs. Sounds to me like he needs some acceptance of how different he is. And the father, Wells, he’s heard all about how different the people are in Collinwood…” “I don’t think he’d like the ones here…it’s not exactly a positive place,” Jeremy said, staring at Daryl who began more light banter with Jacob and even drew David into it. “I don’t think he’s the Doctor anyway.” “What? Why not?” Jesse felt defeated once again. “Listen, that guy, Daryl— he’s…HE IS the Doctor.” “What? Are you sure?” Jeremy whispered, “I think so. I felt his chest when I was getting up…” “Smart move,” Jesse whispered. “Listen, it’s no joke, man. I distinctly felt two heart beats…” “Wow,” Jesse said, “Did you do the eye thing?” “Yeah,” Jeremy said, “And…” “And?” “I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t long enough…” “Are you sure you felt…two?” “Two tits?” Jeremy asked and laughed, “Yeah, I did. Two hearts…at least…” he ran a hand through his hair, “Oh, now, I dunno…” “Jeremy,” Jesse said, “It might be him. Let’s dig some more…” Jeremy moved over to David, “David, I have to ask you something…” “Oh but we have to get Mr. Wells here settled in…” “I can check him in if you’d like. I already have a room at the Inn but I…I’ve been in Collinwood a few times and I know where the empty rooms are…” Daryl said, “And Burke’s told me all about it.” Jacob thought this an excellent idea. “I’d be honored if you let him. I only have the two bags I left at the door.” Jacob smiled. David was restless again, thinking of Quentin out there as a Wolman. He began to stare past the two men. “Go ahead, I want to stay out here and find whoever it was that attacked you.” David stated and looked into the woods again. Jeremy felt that Daryl was just doing this to get away from him. “Come on, Mr. Wells.” “You can call me Jacob…” “Okay, Jacob… I feel almost as if I know you already…” “Maybe they’re both the Doctor…” Jesse stared at them and said as he moved to Jeremy’s back. “Some people even feel as if I’m like their own Father and call me that…” “That…that’s silly.” Daryl smiled. “That is an interesting house.” Daryl went into its history, “It was actually built on the Moors near Lyme, Regis on the south west coast of England. It was at some time in the past, disassembled, shipped to Boston and carried here by Oxcart…” “He even talks like the Doctor,” Jesse whispered, “And…do you notice how he talks about a place or about something from its past as if …as if he were there or reading it as if he was so far ahead in time that it’s history to him?” “I get it,” Jeremy said, agitated. After they walked off, out of ear shot, Julia, Willie, David, Jesse and Jeremy conferred. The search took the rest of the night for all of them. Jeremy and Jesse wondered how they ended up in a giant green house, glass plated in green, open, fully restored. It was kept hot and humid inside and it was creepy, even restored. Jesse could imagine how scary it must have been dilapidated as David had told them it had remained for so long throughout the 60s and the first half of the 1970s. Large glass ceiling plates could have come crashing down and he half expected the werewolf to jump down at them through one, but that didn’t happen. “How did we end up here?” Jeremy shrugged, “The Doctor?” They readied the cane as every plant that blocked their view could house the wolf man. Jesse finally said, “It…it’s not here.” “Quentin, you mean. Quentin’s not here.” “Yeah,” Jesse lowered the silver cane of Barnabus’s. “Quentin’s not here. But this hot house has made me…” Jeremy raised his chin and smiled, “What?” “Hot.” “You’re always hot…” Jesse smiled, “You, too…” After looking in the restored, giant green glass plated greenhouse, Jesse and Jeremy found an old wrecked root cellar, half caved in. Wild and overgrown with weeds and brush, bursa escort bayan they carefully looked inside, armed with two of Barnabus’s silver canes. “Nothing,” Jesse had said. Willie and Julia searched the mausoleum. Julia has carefully looked across the trackless, fogged cemetery for some signs of a crouched, slavering animal man. After heading into town via his car and checking the Blue Whale, where a wolf man once attacked, David went to the hotel to check on Owen. It was here, years ago, that Owen’s father, after having been just a clerk and having inherited the Inn, was attacked and killed by such a creature. A wolf man. A werewolf. David suspected, and his magical abilities strongly confirmed, the werewolf was Chris Jennings, a friend of the family who long suffered from the curse, being one of Jenny and Quentin’s descendents. Chris couldn’t control it but he was controlled by other sinister forces. David suspected Nicholas Blair or one evil man named Bruno of that. Bruno, had himself, been controlled by a strange race called Leviathans, rumored to be from outer space or somewhere beyond. That was all water under the rusty bridge that lead to the town of Collinsport. Chris was dead and so was his love Sabrina. The evil extra dimensional self proclaimed Earth rulers, the Leviathans, were defeated and gone. David worried, now, about Owen. He went to the young man, who was busy at the Inn desk, managing several new workers. David smiled at his hard working love. He sat in a chair and waited. When Owen had a moment, he came to David to talk. It had been November of 1968 when Owen’s was killed. David wondered how much Owen knew of the circumstances. Some day, he wondered if he would have to reveal it all to Owen or should he keep it a secret from him? Keep the pain away from the man he loved. Knew he loved but had never really touched beyond petting and kissing, even that was skimpy and they had not engaged in it much. David made small talk but Owen knew there was something more. David told him, “There’s been…attacks …again.” Owen’s father’s body was never found but there was a trail of blood from the hotel into the park across the street. Either the wolf man had fully devoured the man or…threw his body over the cliffs…David shuddered to think of it. Owen took it in stride. “David, this is Collinsport. Of course, attacks happen here. It’s a fact of life here. And…” he saw David’s angst, “…sorry to sound so mean but frankly, with the holiday looming, I’m just too damned busy to worry about it.” David laughed. After that, he had the painful task of going to Joe and Maggie at their Cottage, the Evan’s Cottage. Joe Haskell had been driven nearly mad by visions of the werewolf, in reality Chris Jennings. Added to that he had been attacked by Tom Jennings, an animalistic vampire and a vampire version of Angelique…all three directed at Joe by the satanic Nicholas Blair, who also happened to be Angelique’s demon brother…or something. Blair had his sights on Maggie in the past. David wondered, as he drove up the cottage, got out and in the graying overcast sky, went to knock on the door of the Cottage, sure he was to awaken Maggie and Joe from a sound sleep. He found them awake and he decidedly felt he had just interrupted a sexual encounter between the two. David tried to get Maggie alone but found he couldn’t. Joe sensed what David was trying to do and told him not to protect him. “David. Maggie and I know that our returning here…would expose us again to the horrors of this town. But the people we love…including you…” Joe smiled. “…are here. We had to come back to see them. To be with them and make them part of our lives. And this time, we are ready for the horrors, so don’t hold back…” “I think there’s a werewolf loose again.” Joe’s face went pale. But he separated himself from Maggie, moved to a closet and took out a pair of rifles and a pair of pistols. “Like I said, ready…” “Silver bullets?” David held one rifle, taking it from Joe. Joe nodded. “We’ve also got silver linings on the doors and windows and garlic around to ward them, both vampires and werewolves, off.” Moving to the window, Maggie went to a flower pot, and put her hands around it, “And…the famed mariphasa lupina lumina plant…which can cure the werewolf disease.” David wondered, “The Moon poppy….where…” he gave the rifle back to Joe and took the pot in his hands but didn’t raise it off the window sill. “Where did you get it?” “Tibet,” Maggie laughed, “Where we spent our honeymoon…” “Do you have more of it?” “No, but I can grow more.” “If you can, it would help,” David said. “David, do you know who this werewolf is?” Joe came forward. “I’m not entirely sure,” David said, “But it’s possible, that…that, even though as the wolf man, he appears to be shorter, that the werewolf is …it’s Quentin…” Maggie gasped. “I’ll get right on growing that.” Jesse and Jeremy stumbled out of the woods. Jesse puffed, “Doesn’t anyone get any sleep around this place?” “Look at that?” Jeremy pointed to a House by the Sea. It was brightly colored, yellow, with red curtains and shades. It stood out against the rapidly vanishing night sky, which was quickly giving in to a deep dark blue, illuminating the house from behind. “Let’s check it out.” They strode up to the house and looked around. “It looks empty.” “I’ll try the door.” Jesse found it open. “It…you think the werewolf would use the front door and close it afterward?” “I doubt it but let’s search the house anyway,” Jeremy told him, “Julia and Willie both said this house isn’t owned any more…” “Yeah, it once belonged to a warlock or a demon or something,” Jesse said, moving carefully into a very clean hallway which was adorned with antiques, modern furniture, and quite nicely, too. “This town,” he puffed, “It’s a veritable nightmare of , well, nightmares. Who’d wanna live here?” Jeremy found a double doored room and flung the doors open by the knobs, ready to strike a wolf man had it been inside the huge living room. “The Doctor?” Jesse opened a closet, ready to strike anything hiding inside, crouching, “Yeah!” Jesse found nothing inside, “He’d wanna right all the wrongs.” Jeremy joined him and looked over his shoulder, “Yeah, and then leave afterward…straightening this town out in no time.” He put hand on Jesse’s shoulder. “C’mon.” The last place they looked in was a second floor giant bedroom, the entire thing done up in pink. A pink fluffy bed with feathery like designs on the spread, a pink shaggy throw rug. A wooden floor. Pink wall paper. Pillows pink. A pink bathroom. Pink curtains over a large window to the left of the bed, the impossibly full moon shining through them. A pink chair which Jeremy draped the cane he was carrying over, after he looked in a very deep, very large walk in closet, full of…nothing. “No one’s lived here for a long time, it seems…” Jesse looked in an alcove where a TV set was, “But it’s all so clean…” “There’s a little dirt but not so much…” Jesse took his cane with him as he jumped back down on the bed. He bounced. “It’s so comfortable…” Jeremy kneeled next to the bed, “C’mon, we haven’t time for…” Jesse pulled him to the bed and kneeled over him, stripped off his love’s shirt as fast he could. Jeremy laid there. “You said you were hot. But really…we…” Jesse leaned down and kissed him deeply. Jeremy returned the favor and stripped off his pants as he wildly kissed Jesse. Without his hands, Jeremy knew Jesse could get him going. For Jeremy used his hands to take off his shorts. He kicked them off the bed. Something took notice of the movement. Jesse didn’t break the kiss as he took his own shirt up to his head, left it at his neck, broke the kiss then, and threw his shirt on the pink chair. Soon, both were completely nude. “I don’t know, we should get dressed,” Jeremy started to say and began to try to get up… With one arm pushing, hand against Jeremy’s chest, stopping him, Jesse had the cane with the wolf head on it. He gently took the point to Jeremy’s neck, caressed the lovely bare neck with the point and moved the ear to Jeremy’s shoulder as he carefully scratched Jeremy’s body with it, but not to make any marks. Jeremy shut his eyes as his erogenous zones were all hit at the right places and at the right time. Each touched off his body to tingling. Jesse smiled as he had positioned himself over Jeremy. He carefully moved the point between Jeremy’s nipples, then rounded Jeremy’s ample pec on the left side, rounded the nipple and with one free forefinger, pressed the nipple in, replaced the finger with the point of the cane wolf nose and pressed, removed it, thumbed it and repeated the process with the other nipple, carefully sliding the cane point across the muscular chest. Jeremy squirmed beneath. Jesse was careful not to hurt his lover. He moved the cane down the upper abs and to the navel and in. Jeremy seemed to fold up, “Hey take it easy…” he laughed. “Sorry,” Jesse said, “no, I’m not, feel that…” He pressed the cane in and took it out. “Ohhhhh,” Jeremy gasped, “That’s hot…so hot…” Jesse put his finger in as well and then stuck his dick head in, moving his body upward some more and dipping his hips and his dick ahead of them, into Jeremy’s former umbilicus cord opening. After satisfying that area, he moved the point ever so slowly…tingling the area between and around hip bone, dick, leg, and lower abs, each rounding, each line made making Jeremy jump involuntarily and voluntarily at the same time, and sometimes in reaction to the nilüfer escort other. “Ohhhhhh, shiiiii,” Jeremy gasped, huffing. “Oh keep goin; don’t dare stop…that’s sooooo…” The cold cane grew warm with his heat and Jesse rubbed it on both sides, between hip area and lower abs, between hip and dick area. Then he lined it up the shaft, which was rapidly filling and rapidly growing. Pre cum dripped down as the dick dipped under the weight of the cane, taking the cane going up it, getting stronger and finally reaching up to stab Jesse in the belly as he propped himself over Jeremy, hovering as though he were exercising and his own abs were flexed and tight… his own dick bouncing onto Jeremy’s dick and past it to the balls…Jesse took the cane up the head and rounded it, it throbbed under the movement, then he took the cane back down the shaft, bumping a good, healthy vein, which bounced back into shape after the cane left it, filling up. Jesse moved the cane back down to the right leg, hitting more spots. “Geee, g spot….” Jeremy gasped, “Oh my God!” Jesse put the cane down, down down, the nose point going all the way down the leg and he rounded the leg so he managed to get the entire top and bottom feeling it. Then he moved it back up, past the spot where Jeremy’s cock started, and he lined the other leg. He even used the cane to massage the upper foot and under it, Jeremy squirming and holding his balls in. “OH SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT!” Jesse laughed, dropped the cane next to him and grabbed Jeremy’s dick with both hands. It shot all over his chest, firing on all cylinders. Jesse soon had cum dripping all over his chest as Jeremy shot six giant gob loads of boy juice! Moaning and almost screaming the entire time as the pent up dickhead burst with fire and the feeling of penetration where there was none. Jeremy panted as he finished and gasped, “oh gosh, oh gosh, oh man, oh man….oh….” “Like that, didcha?” Jesse asked. “Oh yeah. I wonder if, wonder if,” he panted. “Take it easy,” Jesse laid down on his back. “I wonder if Barnabus will let us have one of those canes when we leave?” Jesse laughed. Jesse began to rub his own cock with both hands. Jeremy took his wrists and wrestled him but Jesse, this time, pushed him onto his side. Soon, they laid side by side, then turned on their sides. They both looked down. Jeremy got a mischievous look in his eyes and began swatting his dick into Jesse’s. They crossed each other’s dicks, veined and well hung. They both began to get larger. Jesse raised his eyebrows and said, “En guard…” and swung his dick at Jeremy’s throbbing head, his own dick opening and emitting pre cum. Their legs began to entwine. Their dicks fought for dominance. “Take that,” Jesse thrust his hips and sent his dick into Jeremy’s cock, thrusting past it, and stabbing into Jeremy’s large belly button, slickening it with pre cum. “No cheatin'” Jeremy laughed, “Say, we’re supposed to be lookin’ for the werewolf…” “I know but we can take a break. Especially in a room like this one…” “But what if it kills someone while we…” “Jer, we looked everywhere we said we would and haven’t seen a sign of it…” “I know but I just would feel a bit more than guilty if it killed someone while we were…” He swung his cock head at Jesse’s right testicule and trust his hips too. He tried to get up and swing his leg over Jesse. “Oh, cheatin’ are you? Distract me while you dominant!?” Jesse pushed Jeremy down with both hands on his shoulders and put legs over both Jeremy’s and stuck his dick right into Jeremy’s navel, cumming as he did so. Jeremy laughed and drove his dick straight alongside Jesse’s using one hand to put them side by side as Jesse cam. The feeling of Jesse’s vein, and the pumped up dick letting loose, so close to his, was awesome. And while he felt that, his own dick began the process of letting loose. “Oaahhhaahh, fuck hey yeah!” Jeremy cam too, “Uhh uhhhh, oh, fuck man!ohahaha! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Something moved. Under the bed, eyes darted back and forth. Something awoke again. Sniffing, wet nose. Snarling upper lip revealing sharp fangs. Wearing the tattered remains of Quentin’s clothing. The wolf man was beneath the bed. On it’s side. It turned quickly and began to scratch at the under bedding. It started to snarl and growl. The boys knew what was happening immediately. Their backs could feel the movement of the wolf’s claws scratching to make a huge hole in the bed to kill them from. “The bed! It’s under the bed!” Jesse yelled, reaching for the cane. “The canes, get the canes!” Jeremy screeched. “Mine’s on the chair!!! Too far!!!” Jesse’s fist closed around it, “Got it!” Jesse could feel more cum spurting from his dick as he turned to get the cane and began to reach under the side of the bed but then the werewolf tossed the entire bed upside-down, mattress throwing both boys up and out, the mattress following them and landing on them both! Both screamed. The werewolf sprung and jumped out the side window, smashing right threw it! From under the mattress, Jesse said, “Jeremy?” “Yeah.” “This is the first time I want to get out of a bed we’re in together…” “Jesse?” “Yeah?” “Very funny and…shut up.” As they walked, Jesse put his arm around Jeremy’s waist and pulled him toward him, both laughing to get out of the melancholy they both felt for loosing the werewolf. The sun was just about coming up by the time they walked back toward Collinwood. Jesse put his arm around Jeremy. Jeremy looked at him and moved away a bit, feeling he was being watched. Then he pulled out of Jesse’s grasp altogether, “Jess, Elizabeth’s looking out the window…” Jesse looked up and saw the old lady. “Oh, I don’t give a shit…I’m sick of this time zone…” He grabbed Jeremy around the shoulders and pulled him toward him. When he looked up again, Liz was gone from the window. They walked to the house and were about to move around the side of it when they saw the German Shepard again. It jumped right out of the building’s twine and ivy covered walls. At first, they thought maybe it was another werewolf attack or some new kind of werewolf or a new terror altogether. “It…It’s my dog!” Jeremy saw it and kneeled down for it to come to him and lick him, put its paws on his shoulders. Jesse kneeled down and pet it, “It’s a ghost, a real live ghost…” Jeremy frowned and looked at him in a scolding manner for saying that. After the great greeting, the dog moved away. It began to bark. This made Jesse step back. “He…he didn’t do that before…is he going to attack or something?” “No, never.” Jeremy turned to him, “I prayed that Fitzie, here would look over you in your sleep, guard you from harm.” Three barks. A break. Three more barks. A break. Four barks. Jesse squinted, “I…I think he’s barking out a code of some kind…” Jeremy took a very small pad out of his pocket and a small pencil that one would find at an OTB (Off Track Betting) building. Or at Miniature Golf. “I’ll write them down…” He felt Jesse staring at him, “What?” “You carry a pad and pencil around with you?” “Listen, when one travels around with the Doctor, you have to remember all kinds of things. And while I have a fairly good photogenic memory…when one wrong number on a code to stopping a countdown to the end of the world or a wrong letter when communicating to an alien species could mean big big trouble…well, then yeah, I carry this around. You should, too.” “My memory’s fine, thank you.” Jesse smiled as Jeremy wrote down the numbers. Finally the dog stopped barking and sat down, tail wagging. “Good boy,” Jeremy patted his head and hugged him tightly. “Good boy!” “What does it mean?” Jeremy stood up again and looked at it, “You know the last set of barks seems like a name. Like he barked the alphabet, “Let’s see,” he figured out the name. “Ryan.” “Right,” Jesse pointed, “Ryan might be sending us some of these ghosts to try to get messages to us…but what about the other stuff?” “It might be a message in and of itself. If Ryan knew I prayed that prayer…I mean he’s got some awesome Tomorrow People mind powers and stuff…he might have known about my dog and given him a message. That ghost you met too, the one from 2007…” “But whey didn’t that ghost tell me the message?” Jeremy shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe…maybe the trip here or maybe sometimes the ghosts’ own problems make them forget the messages or what others need? I don’t know.” “Anyway, can we go to sleep now, I’m really bushed,” Jesse said, “And I don’t use the word bush much,” he shuddered thinking of the connotations of the word bush. “Yeah,” Jeremy put an arm around his neck, “Let’s go get some sleep…” “Man, you’d think no one in this crazy mixed up place ever did get any…” “Sleep you mean?” “That too.” Jeremy laughed. The late morning grew hotter. David moved toward the Caretaker Cottage. He knew this was probably fool hardy but he had to face his fear. Besides, he wasn’t defenseless. He was a kind of sorcerer now himself. He moved closer and closer to the Cottage and in his mind, it loomed larger than the entire Collinwood estate. He breathed heavily and took in some air. He shut his eyes. He noticed as he moved closer to the Cottage, the more he sweated. The hotter he felt. David had to force himself to open the cottage door. His hand was on the knob of the door and even it felt hot to the touch. He blinked as he opened the door, blinked to get the sweat out of his eyes. Inside, he found nothing. He swallowed. The silence was deafening to him. Then the low crinkle he had türbanlı escort heard before, began again. The fireplace was dead but it sounded alive. David looked, squinted his eyes. The very air around him sizzled and waved with forms of heat. He moved backward. The painting was gone. He had to make sure so he went to the fireplace and looked up inside it. It was gone. He backed off and moved to the door, put his hand on it and opened it to back out. “I’m going for now. Whatever you are, you can’t do this to us. To Barnabus, to Quentin, to my friends, and to me. I’ll be back…” He shut the door and the fire sound grew louder. A female voice was reading a poem. David couldn’t make out the words and was sure that he shouldn’t. That if he did, he might fall under a spell from which he would never recover. He turned from the Cottage and sweating unnaturally, fled back to Collinwood. They both feel asleep fast…and stayed that way until late morning… Jeremy and Jesse had just finished waking up, kissing, and showing… together. They were finishing getting dressed when, David came into their adjoined rooms to tell Jesse and Jeremy, “I’ve just been to the Cottage. Damned creepy.” “You mean the family was there?” Jesse asked. “No, no, they weren’t. That’s what’s so creepy. They’re not there, the portraits gone, nothing. Just dead silence. Except for…” “For what?” Jeremy asked. “Oh, nothing. I don’t know. A sound of …like…like fire,” David had to think about that. “I’m worried about the caretaker’s family, too.” “Let me see that,” Jesse said and grabbed the paper none too gently from Jeremy’s hand. Jeremy smiled and looked back at David. David shrugged, “I’ll go get lunch.” “It IS a phone number,” Jesse nodded and looked back at Jeremy. “Thanks, Sherlock. You’re so smart…” he kissed Jeremy on the forehead, “As well as cute…” “Thanks, Watson…” Jeremy shut his eyes and opened them. “It is 1976. We should have realized…he’s visited Earth so much, there’re probably multiple Doctors running around at any one given time…moment or year. The Doctor, or one of him anyway, is probably on the other side of the world right now, saving it from some menace. Why I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s in England somewhere or maybe New Zealand or Australia…or even France…” He grew breathless as he had to follow Jesse down steps toward the phone in the vestibule area… “I’d guess England, London, probably.” Jesse blinked, “11:12 pm here. So what could it be there? I would guess about 4 o’clock…” Jeremy shrugged, “About…I guess.” He went to the dial circle on the phone. “Hello?” On the other end, a stiff upper lip with voice to match, answered, “Hello. UNIT…” The man sounded incredulous. “Who is this? And how did you get this number?” Jesse covered the phone with the hand that wasn’t holding it, “It’s one of UNIT’s numbers.” He took his hand off the phone, urged to by Jeremy who waved him on, “Is the Doctor there?” The older man asked Jesse, “Doctor?” “Hmmm, what is it now Brigadier?” A mop of curly hair rose up from behind a table where the boggle eyed Doctor was working out calculations on a small pad with a pencil in his left hand. “Isn’t it enough that I’m making sure the Kraal virus isn’t harming anyone of us…” The Brig ignored him without realizing he was ignoring him. The Fourth Doctor ignored the Brigadier right back, “Hmmmmpfff.” He looked at the paper on the pad. “Yes, yes. I think it shall work quite nicely if we just spread this here…in this spot…” “I’m sorry but I have to hang up. You’ve made a mistake calling here…” “Please don’t hang up.” Jesse gasped, “I’m one of the Doctor’s lu…friends. We need his help. Me and one of his other companions are stranded in this time….” “Sounds serious…” “Please, sir, can you just put him on?” “Doctor, it’s for you…” “Oh, what is it now?” The Doctor had his feet up on the table now and sat back in the metal chair. “Can’t you see I’m busy, Brigadier….?” “Yes,” the Brig nodded, “Quite…” The Doctor bounded his feet downward and then bolted for the phone. The Brig handed it to him casually. “I think it might be one of your companions…” “Hello?” The Doctor said, coldly. “Who is this?” “Listen. You don’t know me yet but I’m one of your future lu.panions, friends. Me and another one of your friends are stuck in this time zone. We’re away from the Doctor and he…” “No, no, no. This won’t do at all. Don’t say another word. Not one word do you hear me?” “But we’re stuck here and need your help. If you could just…” “That’s another word. You’ll just have to make do on your own. I can’t get involved!” The Doctor slammed the phone down. He went right back to his pad and pencil. “I think this will work, Brigadier…” The Brig was still looking at the phone the Doctor had slammed down. “Amazing. Simply amazing.” “Oh what? That? Brigadier, I don’t expect you to understand the causal nexus or the web of time but I cannot get involved with my own future timeline or anyone in it already…” “I think I understand that much, Doctor. However, that was a bit rough, don’t you think?” “I had to be. If I do anything…” the Doctor stood up again, dropped his pad and pencil down, and put his right hand’s forefinger together with his thumb, “Anything, you get that, anything…” he cupped his hand to his mouth, “To upset what is set in motion there, anything! I can mess it all up and how it will get resolved. I might just make things worse…” The Brig blinked at him, looked at him, his face impartial. In his dry manner, he looked to the window, “Yes, well, that much I do understand…” “Ohhhhhh!” Jesse held the phone in his hand, “That bastard fucking hung up on me.” Jeremy covered his mouth to stifle a laugh. “Sounds like him…” “The next time I see him I’m going to kick his Time Lord ass.” Jeremy laughed, “That’s the idea. Now you’re thinking positive…” “I’m thinking I’m positively going to fuck him over,” Jesse smiled. “Oh and oh boy you bet that we’ll see each other again after that.” “Do you think he’d even remember hanging up on you that long ago?” “He’d better remember…” “Could you tell which one it was?” “Not sure. I mean neither of us have actually met any of the other Doctors…but from the sonorous, rich voice, I’d say it was the one with the floppy hat, long scarf, and big eyes…that fuckface…” “Lunch is served,” David came out of the entrance toward the kitchen area. David asked, “Did you get him? Did you get the Doctor?” Jesse swallowed some baloney. “Yeah, we got the bitch.” In the kitchen, they told David what happened and he was fascinated with why the Doctor would do that. “You’re right,” Jesse said, “I’m going to try again…” “I’m going to go to Julia and Willie and find out if they found out anything,” Jeremy blinked, finishing his sandwich. “I’ll go with you,” David stated, then wondered if that was the right thing to say, “..I mean, if…if it’s all right.” “Of course it is,” Jeremy smiled. Jesse nodded, “Yeah, why not…I’m going to look for the caretaker and his stupid family…” “Okay, be careful and take that cane with you…” Jeremy said. “It’s daytime,” Jesse said. Jeremy stood up, David followed. “I don’t care. One thing we know about this place, the rules don’t seem to apply. Or they change or something. The moon was not supposed to be full until a week or more from now…” “Okay, I’ll go get it,” Jesse said. As they left, he finished his toast and bit into it, thinking how crispy it was. He put it down and cleaned up after himself and Jeremy and David. “What pigs, leaving it for me…” Jesse went back up to their rooms. Inside he found the cane. He gripped it and was about to go downstairs again to try another call to the Doctor again. He was about to leave the room when he heard something loud crash. Then he heard a voice scolding itself. “What. The. Hell. Now.” Jesse went over to the wall, put down the cane on a chair. He heard footsteps behind it. He leaned on it and the wall opened. “What. The. Fuck.” He looked inside and saw a hallway. Thin. Small. Cramped. Just the kind of place he didn’t like. He went inside. He looked around and saw cobwebs. “This house is even creepy in the day time.” He was about to journey in but thought better of going without the cane. He returned to the room and retrieved it. He moved into the wall hallway. “Secret passages…” He found the floor dropped and felt the passage was descending. If he was right, soon he would be level with the cellar. “Giant bats, vampires, werewolves…” He moved on ward and was amazed at some of the old antiques behind the walls. “Giant bats, cults, witches, vampires, wolf men, all this place needs now is for me to complete the Universal Classic Monster set is for me to run into Frankenstein’s Monster…” “Yeah, all I need to run into now is 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…”

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