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Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 143 (remove email address) The Doctor, "The motorcycle monster will steer clear of you lazy lay abouts IF you donate to Nifty!" "Don't mince words, Doctor," the Brigadier snapped. "DONATE and THAT'S AN ORDER!" fty/donate.html Radio Times: Two 21 year olds help the Doctor realize he's not his own son, which was a trap by an old enemy. The three go on adventures in time and space, meet new companions and old enemies, and have fun and relationships. Strong sexual content. Someone or something has recalled the TARDIS back to Earth, present day, because things are not normal where the Doctor lived before he met Jesse and Jeremy. Having returned to Earth for a rest and sex, the trio are plunged into multi mysteries. What is killing gay men and UNIT officers? When more murders occur, the Brigadier and the Doctor deepen their investigations into the secret bases on LI. Is K9 a good watch dog for Bessie? Is Bessie cool enough for K9? Jesse and Jeremy need a break on a beach but will they be able to steer clear of mutant monsters? (Cue creepy KOLCHAK THE NIGHT STALKER music from almost any episode but especially The Ripper, The Vampire, Zombie, UFO, Knightly Murders, Werewolf, and Bad Medicine) "Doctor: Data log update: Tuesday, July 1st, 2008...11: 59... as the witching hour approached and my companions and I were ...asleep...sort of...Godfrey Bannerman was leaving The Bunkhouse, which was being watched by local police and UNIT officers. Both discussed the jurisdiction rights of the case, however what neither realized was just how ill prepared both were...Godfrey was 29, average looking, and now very happy. He had just made out in the Bunkhouse with a man his own age...finally instead of the older men that chased him for his body or the younger twinks that just wanted money and gifts and a place to live from him...this night, he'd have trouble just finding a way to live..." A tire. Sitting alone. Quiet. Not moving. A black leather boot kick starts the motorcycle. Heavy breathing started as if breathing was not whoever was breathing was not used to it much. A gurgle. The motorcycle started, it speeds off as fast as possible from a driveway, so hidden by surrounding brush, and observers might not have recognized it as a driveway to an old dilapidated three story house. Godfrey headed for his second hand but modern car. He smiled as he looked back at the Bunkhouse, from which the music could still be heard. It was always played loud. It was early for the gay night life, he thought but it was already rocking. He didn't care about that. He just met a man named Paul Burger, a successful businessman his own age, with much more money than himself. That didn't matter to him either. He never believed in love at first sight but here it was. It bit him. From across Montauk Highway, in huge parking lot set far off from the WALBAUM grocery center was an unmarked police car with two men in it. One, in the passenger side, was asleep. The other had binoculars. A third man walked to their car and knocked on the window. The drive opened the window. The third man asked, "Would you like a pillow for your partner?" "Would you like a punch?" "Really. We got this." "I don't know who you guys are but my boss told us to monitor the gay place." "Familiar with it, are you?" "What if I am?" The sleeping man woke up. "That's politically incorrect." "Look, until our chief calls and tells us to back off, we can't." "I get it. I have someone just the same on my ass now." "So, maybe you're familiar with this place? Having someone on your ass? Often, is it?" "Very funny." The UNIT man walked away. Godfrey was unlocking his car door when the sound of a motorcycle filled the air. The police men already were out of their car while the UNIT man ran to a grocery truck...in reality a UNIT van...to get his partners. A flashing of light from the opening of the door of the Bunkhouse made a reflection on the dark black helmet of the motorcyclist. It was totally dark except for the outline of a skull in white, the eye sockets in red, and the nose and mouth openings on the skull of the design yellow. The face in the helmet was obscured by the darkness and the reflections of light from the street lights. Two men came out of the Bunkhouse. The creature turned its head toward them from it charge at Godfrey and grunted, animalistic. Drool seemed to come from under the helmet. It made a decision and turned the motorcycle from them toward Godfrey. Five UNIT men ran at the motorcycle but it reared up and knocked two of them dead with its wheel. The leader, the man who knocked on the car door, had a bazooka on his shoulder and he had run across Montauk Highway with it, being helped by another UNIT man. Cars almost hit them. It would have been a less painful death. The creature swung an arm out at the helper and as the leader fired, the blast hit the creature's chest, sending it back slightly but not enough. The man/monster, in all black leather from collar to pants leg, touched the helper and the helper sunk in on himself, on fire. His body seemed to be on fire while deflating. He yelled and screamed in pain. The leader fired the bazooka at the motorcycle and it seemed to explode it. The blast cleared and the motorcycle was unharmed. The leader of the UNIT team screamed as the motorcycle ran him over bodily, crushing his head into a red pulp, crushing his skull and leaking his brains out! By this time, Godfrey was in his car and started it. He stepped hard on the gas. The two men outside the Bunkhouse watched as more police and more UNIT men were killed by the motorcycle man/monster. They were flying all over the place from being hit by the thing's arms and the cycle seemed to drive itself as the thing waved at them, flipping them over, knocking them into each other, or burning them to death. Guns were fired. The thing drove at Godfrey's car. From his driver seat, Godfrey just felt stalked. He looked into his rear view mirror. He heard the sound of the motorcycle. At first, the sound was droning on far away. He seemed in the clear but he still felt nervous and chilled to the bone. It was after him. He knew it. Suddenly, from out of the darkness behind him...as he headed west on Montauk and past a large row of trees on both sides...he realized this was the wrong way to go...the other way led into downtown Sayville where there were more lights and people. Although, he realized neither lights nor witnesses deterred this killer. In the mirror he saw the image of darkness filling out a motorcycle suit, outfit, leather jacket, and helmet. He swore that maybe he saw fire in the eyes of the helmet but it was difficult to see them continue as he drove. He was heading out as 100 miles an hour. A car's rear lights appeared ahead of him. It was probably someone drunk driving slow or an old person out far too late and unable to drive well at their age of 80. He drove around it, wondering if the motorcycle stalker would kill them. The motorcycle seemed to go right through their car as if it were in tangible. As it passed through, the car of the old couple in it, exploded, incinerating them instantly. Skeletal bodies continued to move even after they were dead until the car just stopped in a huge wall of flame. The fire that erupted into the dark sky over the trees illuminated Montauk Highway, deer running out of the way. "Oh my God!" Godfrey gasped. "It is after ME!" He drove on at incredible speeds, nearly crashing his car into a house as the road bent. He kept his car on the road. He glanced back and couldn't believe his eyes. It was gone. His rising fear lowered. He couldn't believe it. Maybe the old couple in that car was enough for it. He felt horrible about it but he laughed for his own safety. He eased up on the gas. He turned back to look at the road and back again at the rear. It was gone. When he turned back to the road ahead, a huge tired crashed through his windshield and large, gloved hands impossibly followed it. The tire hit his chest and the hands hit his head and seemed to melt into it, into his brain eventually. He screamed as his car stopped because his foot was on the brake. , Simultaneously, the cycle crashed into it and this stopped it as well. The laughter that accompanied the murder escaped him because he was dying in such pain. His life was being drained out of him and his flesh sunk into his insides. A gurgling voice. "It is goooood." http://www.youtube/watch?v=eAJjvjnKpF4 Doctor Who, Jeremy and Jesse 143 ube/watch?v=dW1YCdK-Xlk BOYS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN Robert Moses State Park Beach, New York: Long Island: Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008. Two hot blond boys walking along the beach. 90 percent naked. One puts on shades. Binoculars watching them. Boys walking. Surf sound as the water hits the sand. Calming. Gentle breeze. Summer sun. Blue sky. Glistening abs. Bare feet. Jesse is whistling the KOLCHAK THE NIGHT STALKER whistle theme...twice. He whistles three different versions as they walked. Farmingdale, New York: Long Island: Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008 "They all know me." "Yes, how nice." "How?" "You tell me. Is this some kind of a trap, Brigadier?" "Doctor, I don't think I like that question. Are you implying that I am behind all this?" "No," the Doctor pointed to a door in the hallway. "But you must have made quite an impression." He tapped his knuckles on the wood of the door. The Brig turned. He hadn't realized that as they spoke and walked, they approached a series of offices in the hallway. The door the Doctor tapped on had a plaque attached to it. It read, "Brigadier Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, CMG CBE DSO: Commander in Charge of Project." "You're the one in charge, Brigadier..." Shocked face on the Brig. Zoom in on the plaque. "I'm as in the dark as you are, Doctor." "Maybe not." "The dreams? Those confounded dreams," the Brig pointed at him. "They might be a clue to all this?" "Hello," an older scientist said as he passed by. "You're the one in charge of all this. Let's go see their teleportation experiment." "I'm afraid it's already been done," Vera told them when they finally found the office by sheer luck rather than skill. "I'm sorry, sir. You did say to push it ahead of schedule." "I did? I did. I did." "How'd it go?" The Doctor asked her. The Brig saw Vera's hesitation. "He has full clearance, Ms. Miles. He IS my, ahh, my scientific advisor." "We go way back, ahh, Alistair?" Vera looked at the Doctor strangely. "I'll show you the file." "That'd be just splendid." The Brig smiled at her. As they left her office, the Doctor looked at the Brig accusingly. He raised his eyebrows. Vera took them to a larger room where there were smaller computers. "I take it you want to view the incident?" "Yes, yes," the Brig said, "Get on with it." Vera drew their attention to a wall screen. She moved to a file cabinet that looked made of some kind of plastic. She pressed a button and a drawer opened,. From it, she took a DVD out and moved to the wall screen area. She ejected another DVD from it and put the one in her hand into it. "When the radar is activated..." "Ahh, yes, the radar," the Brig said. "I wondered if it was reactivated." "Yes," Vera said, "When you ordered it closed down, I wondered if you were with us or against us. Our experiments, I mean." "Glad you had a change of hearts, aye, Brigadier," the Doctor playfully slapped the Brig ---but not too hard---on his chest. "Why the sudden change?" "I...I just think that progress cannot be held back." "Too right, too. Forge ahead regardless of the consequences I always say," the Doctor said facetiously and waved his hand in motion to his comment. Vera explained, "You know our other base, they've made amazing strides ahead. Things that will help us create lasting peace." "Well, I've heard that one before, haven't we, Brigadier?" "Don't be so cautious, Doctor. What else, Ms. Miles?" "They've used mind controlling micro wave transmissions and to protect our men and women in the services, we are lose to using atom dispersal to create invisibility, and time travel units, among other things. We can guide our world before it gets worse. Think of the implications!" "And the radar is the key to all of these great advances?" The Doctor asked. "When the radar was activated..." Vera kept giving the Doctor stares and glares as if she did not approve of his humor. "...it enables a man in this room in this facility to sit in that room..." "That room? How interesting!" The Doctor pointed. Vera showed them seats near the screen to sit in. On the screen was a man in white coat, another scientist the presumed. He was in a chair. The room was sterile and milk white in color. Vera continued explaining, "...to focus on an object on a stand..." As they watched, a stand came into focus and on the top an apple sat alone but on a stand next to the apple stand was a cage with a large white dove with large striated and sectioned wings. http://www.fotolia/id/29368989 It was cooing. "Lovely bird," the Doctor said. "I know she is," the Brig joked. Vera ignored them. "...and to transfer it so that it eventually solidifies to an exact looking room in another facility many miles..." "How many miles?" The Doctor sat up in his seat. "Approximately 85..." "Whoa. All that distance?" The Doctor asked, as he feigned being impressed. The Brig smirked as he knew the Doctor was playing at her. The Doctor's people could do much more than that. "Someone on the other side is focusing on seeing the apple at the same time. We've done it successfully over 15 times." "Empirically, I'd guess that's a good base line." The Doctor looked at his feet, "What about the dove there?" "After staring at apples all day, 15 times over 18 months, our scientists wondered if it could be done with two objects." "And this bursa yabancı escort is result?" The Brig asked. "It is." As they watched, the man focused on the apple and the dove at the same time. Vera continued to narrate. "As you can see, Dr. Fenshaw there was concentrating. At the same time, Dr. Cohen, both of them found to be high psychics invested with rare telepathic and teleportation powers...almost always on other objects..." "Good, good," the Doctor injected. "...Dr. Cohen was thinking of the thoughts of Fenshaw and every time, the apple appeared on his stand at our other base and left this base. At first, we were not sure it wasn't just that his mind picked up an image of the apple and remade it, reformed a new apple so we did five more experiments where the apple was bitten by Fenshaw. The apple that made it to Cohen 85 miles away was bitten. Tested, we found that it had Fenshaw's DNA on it!" "How very interesting," the Doctor stood up. They watched on screen as the dove and apple vanished. "This was the first time...you did two?" "Yes and it didn't work. I'm afraid it failed." The dove sound echoed around the man's room. It seemed to echo around the room the Brig, Vera, and the Brig were in, too. Vera looked terrified. The Brig looked up. The Doctor looked angry. He then looked at Vera and took her chin in his hand. She pulled away. "Ever see the movies called THE FLY? Same principal here, my dear." "You mean the dove and the apple...?" "Merged, my not good woman." "That's abominable," the Brig stood up now. "Just give us some more time. We'll perfect it." The Brig looked at the Doctor who nodded ever so subtly. The Brig said, "For the moment, I want the experiments such as this shut down. Just for now," he added as she started to protest. "Ahh, Ms. Miles..." the Doctor added before she stormed out. "Do you have a record of the activation times for the radar?" "I take it, it is the one at Montauk?" Vera looked suspicious again. "Of course. You should know that, Brigadier. You were fully briefed on the history between the tunnel there and the link to the Philadelphia Experiment." "Ah, yes, the tunnel. Yes, what was I thinking? My age, you know." The Brig said, "The Doctor's request?" "Radar activation times. Yes," she left the room. "My, my, my, my dear fella," the Doctor rounded the room, near the screen and looked up as the dove sound echoed around again. "We have got problems." "Yes. Thing is what to do about it. Do I call a full scale attack on this place now?" "No. No. You've managed to already get some of it shut down by just a visit here." "You know what I don't understand..." "I imagine so..." The Brig snorted and went on, "...if someone erased my memory, why didn't the staff here get notified?" "Maybe there wasn't time? Maybe it was recent." The Doctor looked around. "We should watch what we say. The place may be bugged." The Brig's face was red. "Bugged? I'm bugged all right. Using me for an operation like this. Being shut down and then reopening. Who's behind it? The Americans? The Russians? England? And what branch of military?" "I don't know but I intend to FINE WOMAN..." the Doctor yelled as Vera came in the door with a stack of papers for them, old style computer papers linked together. "I didn't know these old things still existed. Couldn't stand them. Always had to separate the pages and the holes that came punched out of them practically littered my time..." "You mean took up your time?" "Yes, my bad woman." The Doctor took the stack and walked out. "Brigadier, is your friend, you know, quite right in the head?" Vera asked. "Oh, don't mind him. He just likes to irritate people. Me, mostly." The Doctor appeared at the door. "Well, come on Brigadier. Has age caused you to lose your sense of urgency?" "Goodbye, Ms. Miles. Vera." The Brig kissed her hand. "Goodbye." As the pair left, Vera thought. Then, she moved to a phone. In the car and en route, the Doctor unfolded the papers and checked the times. The Brig was talking. "I'll have my men watch the place. And I'll make frequent visits...just to make sure..." "Just as I thought. Ah. Ah ha. Ahh." "What is it?" "Ahhh. Ha." "Stop. Is that all you're going to say is ahh ha?" "Unh uh." "Brigadier, tell me, do you remember the times of some of the events that have happened?" "Some. Which ones?" The Brig asked as he drove and watched the road. "Doesn't matter. Name a few." (Start Creepy Night Stalker Music) "Let's see. June 23rd, 8: 06?" "Yes. Ahh, ha. Ahh ha ha." "Don't start that again." "Brigadier, some more, some more, go on." "Lemme see. Before that, there was the 22nd, at...oh, I think it was 12: 45 pm. June, of course." "Brigadier, I think I made a dating mistake in my log!" Drolly, the Brig said, with more than a hint of sarcasm, "Shocking." ""Wha?" "You never did bother about getting dates correctly." "Dates? I'm a Time Lord. I'm busy fighting...ahhh.." "Cybermen?" "Yes! You know THAT!" "Daleks?" "Of course!" "Sontarans setting the world on fire?" "Uhm, naturally!" "Axons?" "Oooooo," the Doctor shivered visibly. "Don't mention them." "Yeti, don't forget the Yeti." "As if I could," the Doctor said. He shook his head. "No, no. The date I messed up was the date the Framing boy disappeared. It was Saturday June 21st, not the 22nd." "Does that make a difference?" The Doctor dropped his shoulders. "Frankly, no. But lemme see...so let me see. Those dates. These dates." "I'm more puzzled about the dates you have with your two...uhm, friends." The Doctor took a pause. "Ah ha! They are doing it!" "The two lads? I expected as much." "Not that!" "Share the intel, then." The Doctor looked serious. "More than intel. Come on, you got more?" "Oh, I don't know...I'll have to check my records...exact..." The Doctor grew encouraging. "Come on, old boy, you can do it!" "The 29th. A boy went missing at around 8 pm. The 23rd again...the 24th?" "Ha ha. Ahh ha. The lunatics. They've really done it this time, these humans." http://www.itapinfo/longislandrailro...ml.U-qpf_9Ms5s "Explain please," the Brig snapped as he stopped the Camaro alongside Pinelawn Memorial Park, opposite the small, quaint, and wooden, dilapidated railroad station. "Or I shall go no further." "You haven't changed, my young man," the Doctor said. "Please don't stop on a Cemetery Road." "It's called Long Island Avenue." The Doctor looked at him and sat up in his seat some more. "Since when did you become so...so..." "What?" "Americanized?" "I came here looking into the mysteries. They have long range effects. I'm sure at some point they are going to affect Europe. Besides, US UNIT asked me to look into it. They invited me here. At the same time, if someone is playing around with some kind of time tunnel that you don't know about, don't you want to know?" "Of course, of course. But I thought you were retired by now..." "You well know, as I do, that UNIT officers never really retire." "Yes." The Doctor smiled. He wanted to hug the Brig. "What are you now, Brigadier, 78?" The Brig shut his eyes and shook as he laughed. "A girl never likes to tell, Doctor." "You've got quite a bit more ahead of you." The Brig waved his hand. "I know you long enough to know that you shouldn't tell me about my own future..." "Oh nonsense, I'd change time for you, Brigadier...in fact...oh, maybe you're right." The Brig uncovered his ears. "... but about this stuff...fess up. What have you found, old friend?" "Well, old friend. Each of those times---the deer attack, the what was it?---the gang of teens attacking a man, the freak weather--- corresponds to a time the radar dish was in operation." "Good lord. We have to get to Montauk right away and find out what's going on there." "We do indeed. The only one that baffles me is the missing teen." "Maybe the kidnapping had nothing to do with the project?" "One teen maybe. But there have been others. Maybe the radar dish had nothing to do with it but I'm absolutely...as sure as I can be---that the project is responsible for the homeless missing person cases AND the missing teenagers." "They're experimenting on them!?" "Maybe. And definitely interfering with time and time IS my business. I'll go there first thing tomorrow morning...alone." The Doctor added the "alone" when the Brig started to protest. The Brig looked at his Cell Phone. "You can't." "Oh, just watch me." "You can't because I need you here." "What? Why?" "There's been another murder near the Bunkhouse. Another motor cyclist." "Oh, no." "I'll need you check into that. Do you think that has anything to do with the project?" "It doesn't seem to fit in but the odds of it being unrelated are astronomical." Jesse and Jeremy walked on the beach. They had just headed east for a short time. Jesse told Jeremy, "My grandmother makes the best Spanish shortbread cookies. Mmmmm." "I'll give you something to eat, if you want." Jesse laughed. Jeremy grew serious. "Do you miss your family? I mean now that we're back on Earth, do you wanna see them?" "Not really. I've kind of had enough family things. The Doctor's, you know." Jeremy picked up a ball of sand that was meshed together and tossed it. "Yeah, I hear that. It's just as it was we usually get to drop in from time to time but with everything that happened since we came out and the Doctor being gone and us lost in 1976, then on Gallifrey...all those Doctors..." "Other Doctors? Other Doctors? What other Doctors? Whadda mean?" Jeremy nudged him with his shoulder. "Cut it out. It's been awhile for us since we dropped in on our families and friends ...and careers." "Yeah, I know. Isn't that part of it all, rather...I dunno...nice." "I guess. I kinda miss it. Miss my family, my friends. My life." "Do you think...you'd leave?" "Leave the Doctor?" Jeremy stopped walking and looked offended, his upper body moved back from his lower, moving away from Jesse. "Yeah, I mean the way you're talking..." "No. Never. Never." Jeremy nodded for Jesse to start walking again and he obeyed. Jeremy followed and caught up to him. "Yeah. Me, too. I mean if you did, it'd put me in a dilemma...who'd I go with?" Jesse laughed but then his face grew afraid. "Don't worry, I won't put you in that position. Plus, I love him too much. And...he told us he wants to marry us!" Jeremy recalled. "When he was a girl. You think he'll remember that?" Jesse looked sad all of a sudden. "He's probably already forgotten how we saved his life by..." "No. No way," Jeremy said as he nodded his head both ways. "He'd never forget that. That was...we've had sex before but that was...something special. Maybe he's forgotten the marriage proposal but...the wedding? What'll I tell my folks?" Jesse grew wide eyed. "Me...too." He looked at Jeremy and they both cracked up laughing. Jeremy tilted his face toward the sun. To him, it all felt so serene, peaceful, and calm. The warm breeze against his nearly bare body graced what little peach fuzz he had on his body and massaged his glistening muscles. He thought he might fall asleep while walking. He didn't think he could feel more content than he did right now. He shut his eyes for a few seconds and breathed out. "Do you think I'm selfish?" Jesse grew surprised, as he fiddled with a bandana in his hands. "What? No. What made you ask that?" "I don't know. People are dying out there and I just kind of...I don't know. I'm just so content and happy with our lives, my life. I feel so good. Then, I think about those being killed or hurt by whatever's going on here..." Jeremy looked down. Jesse took his lover's chin and picked it up. "You are the type of person who carries a girl under his arm just to save her from the Daleks and get her to safety. Who runs out to save a little baby from a car wreck. You're the most unselfish person I've ever met...anyone's ever met. Just because you like your life..." "I know. Thanks. But I feel, maybe we should be helping the Doctor." "Look, we gave enough to him. To this whole stinkin planet and lots of other planets out there. We can't be responsible for saving everyone. Neither can he." "The Doctor?" "Yes, the Doctor. I love em but he can't save everyone. Even he knows that. We have to stop and gather our energy and thoughts. Know what we are protecting. Live life. It's why we both still have our careers whenever we can pop back into them via the TARDIS. What we do counts. If it weren't for us, this whole planet would be gone right now." "I know. I just needed a rest. So much has happened to us in the last few months..." Jesse corrected him. "Years..." "Years," Jeremy said as he laughed. "Look, I know I gave the Doctor a lot of stick for being fat or old or ugly or whatever but the truth is..." Jesse drew himself into Jeremy as he stopped their walk and turned the taller boy to himself. He put his arms around Jeremy's arms and let his hands meet behind. "...it's what..." he took one hand back and grabbed Jeremy's left hand with his own right hand and put both hands over Jeremy's heart. "...'s in here that I love. Your soul. I fall in love with every day. A beautiful soul." Jeremy looked him in the eyes. "Is that from one of your songs?" "No." Jesse smiled. "Just the title. But it's true. I love what's here...oh, you know that I love the body and the flesh as much as the next guy..." "...or more," Jeremy laughed out. "Or more. But I also love your soul. The Doctor's soul." "Does that mean you'd fuck him if he were fat or looked so very old or unattractive...?" Jesse took his hands back and let Jeremy. "Fuck, no. That'd be disgusting." Jeremy laughed. Jesse smiled at him. "Shit, no. But that doesn't mean that I wouldn't love him...the soul him. I would. I just wouldn't touch his wrinkly, old, lard ass." Jeremy closed bursa sınırsız escort his eyes and laughed. He smiled and shook his head. "You're incredible, Jesse. Absolutely incredible." Jeremy put his hands around Jesse now and kissed him. "So are you. You're the most caring person that God ever created. You care, you want others to have love and peace...and you're self-less..." "Thanks." Jeremy drew him in even closer so that their bellies touched and soon their chests were, too. Their noses rubbed each other. "You have a right to enjoy some summer time on the beach," Jesse said seriously. He then smiled and puffed his chest up and shook his hips a bit as he spoke, "With me, of course." "Of course." Jeremy smiled and eased out of the cuddle/hug. As they walked on the beach, Jesse put a bandana in his hair and pushed his hair back behind it. "Like it?" "Dunno." "Really?" "On you everything looks good." "Ditto." "I'm tired of walking," Jeremy said, "Let's go lay out but I do feel a bit bad about leaving K9 alone in Bessie. You think he'll be all right?" "Of course. He's K9. He can be time winded, kicked, watered down, beheaded----he's always all right." In the parking lot, K9 talked to Bessie. "It is unsafe and morally corrupt to leave canine and other friends alone in automobiles during hot or cold extremes of temperature. Outside temperature reaching 100 and rising. Activating hood cover and air conditioning unit." Bessie's hood went up from the back and attached itself. Walking in the parking lot, an African American man, sweating, dingy in cut offs was with his white friend, also dirty looking and wearing a cut off sleeveless blue rag of a vest and dirty blue shorts. The white man nudged his arm into his friend, "Hey, Cheffon, did you see that thing?" Taller Cheffon asked, "No, Larry, what is it now?" "The hood. The wind must have closed it." "That yellow car?" "Yeah, let's check it out. It looks pretty harmless and old. We might be able to get something out of it." Cheffon looked around. It was fairly quiet in the parking lot now that the morning rush was over. He moved toward Bessie. The two men looked at the yellow roadster. "It looks old. Probably can't really go very fast." "And an old car like this. I doubt it has any...you know..." "Car alarms?" "Yeah. Let's see what's in the trunk, shall we?" Larry rubbed his hands together. "Keep watch." "Forget dat, man. Let's just take it." "Yeah?" Larry smiled. "You game for dat?" "Why not? No one will miss this get up. It can be sold and cut up real good." "Okay. Good plan. We need the dough." "Defense mechanism configured. Activate." K9 said. Cheffon asked, "Who say dat?" He reached for the door handle and tried it. "It won't budge." "Really? Lemme try." Larry reached for the door handle. "Hey, move your hand out of da way, mon." "I can't! I think it's stuck to the door." Larry grabbed Cheffon's hand and tried to pull it off the handle. As he did this, he leaned on Bessie with his left hand. This gave him the position of being stuck on top of Cheffon and from behind. Both Larry's hands were stuck, the right one on Cheffon's, the left one on Bessie. They struggled to free themselves. K9 said, ""Do not worry, human waste loads ?it will switch itself off?eventually." Jesse and Jeremy lay on their towels not far from their tent. They stretched out and fell asleep. Muscular bodies taking in the sun, sweating, tanning. Later, at the car, Jesse and Jeremy were carrying their gear toward Bessie. It was late afternoon but still quite sunny outside and very hot. Jesse saw the two men stuck to Bessie and laughed. "Tried to take ole Bessie here, have ya?" Larry gasped. "Please. We've been out here for hours." "All fucking day," Cheffon said. "Get us off, will you?" Jesse gasped. "Get you off? Right here? Sure, I'm game. You guys are ripped. Probably from a drug habit rather than working out but a bod is a bod. Just promise never to do it again." "Okay," Jeremy laughed. "K9? Call the police yet?" "As soon as I saw you approaching." K9 said. "They are on their way." "Who said that?" A police car arrived faster than usual. Two young officers came out. A tall one and a stocky one. Both were brunette and good looking. The tall one looked Jesse up and down and shared a knowing, brotherly look between them. "These two tried to steal our car," Jeremy told them. "Was anything taken?" The tall one asked. "I'll check." Jeremy opened the door on the other side. He hit a button and the hood came down. "Yeah, you know, Matt, these two match the description of the two that robbed that old woman a week ago." "Yeah, I'll phone it in." Matt moved to the police car and touched Jesse's hand. "Will you give me a blow..." "...certainly..." "...by blow account of what you witnessed?" Jesse had his hand on his chin, contemplating...something. "Sure. I like a man in uniform." Jesse went with the man around to the front of the police car driver side. Jeremy looked at the other policeman. "Okay, I'm going to turn off the stick em suction. Magnetic, you know. You got em covered?" "Sure do, kid, sure do," the policeman said. Jeremy pushed the button and the two men came off the car. They almost collapsed to the ground, both moaning and complaining. "Easy there, guys," the policeman said and clapped cuffs on both of the complaining men. He opened the back seat door to the police car and made the men get into it. He slammed the door. "If they're who we think they are, they're going away for a good long time. A string of robberies and assaults all along the beaches." "Oh, good. I mean, good that you got em." "I got em," K9 said. "Who said that?" The policeman asked. He looked into Bessie and saw K9 on the back seat. "What in tarnation is that?" "That? That what?" Jeremy was leaning in Bessie from the driver side. "That...that tin dog back there." "I am not made of tin." Jeremy shut the door to Bessie and quickly made his way around its back to the policeman. "Oh, uhm, Jesse over there's a bit of a sci fi nerd. It a replica. It's from a TV show. You know the one." "Yeah, sure do. I watched it on the sly. I think the robot dog was called Rover." "Rover?" Jeremy said at the same time K9 did. "Yeah. Wonder Woman." The man came closer to Jeremy. "Just between you and me, I always wanted to be her." "Wonder? Woman?" "Yeah." Jesse gave a quick blow job to Matt and stood up, wiped his mouth, and wrote a number on his wrist with the pen Matt made him fill out a report on. "Uh, thanks for that." "Any time," Jesse said, "Any space." "Uh?" "Nothing. But that sure was something you got down there." Matt cleared his throat and picked up the report that he already placed on the front seat of the police car. "Yes, well, this will help put these two away for good." In the back seat, the two men were passed out. The other policeman looked at Jeremy and raised his eyebrow. "Well, good thing you had this rather strange alarm system and magnetic thing. Hope it's legal." "Oh, officer. Everything I do is legal." Jeremy winked. "Sure. Except maybe that bathing suit you're almost not wearing." The man said and smiled and shook his hand. He moved to the passenger door of the police car, "Matt, you drive." Matt nodded to him and went into the car, never taking his eyes off Jesse, who waved to him. The police car drove off. Jesse sighed. "I think that tall one was gay." "I think the other one was, too." "How'd you know?" "Wonder Woman told me." "Wonder Woman?" "Long story." "Yeah, mine is, too." Jesse looked down at his crotch but then said, "That whole thing made me want to stay longer. Wanna?" "Sure, I love the beach." Jeremy shrugged. "K9, we'll back later." "Ohhhh," K9 whined. The two of them headed back to the beach. K9 moaned. More frolicking in the water. They met a few guys who were gay also, and they talked for a bit, making small talk that one makes when meeting new people, but then, although they liked the new acquaintances, both Jeremy and Jesse were glad when the guys left and they were alone again. In fact, the beach seemed to empty out. The two of them just lay in front of the ocean, watching the hot sun. They fell asleep for a time. Later, Jesse chased Jeremy, threatening to throw seaweed at him. Jeremy turned to watch him but fell onto his back into the hot sand. He laughed. Jesse landed on top of him. "Ohfffff!" Jeremy was underneath Jesse who was on top of him. His bare back was on the hot sand. The sun was going down and there were not many people left on the beach and certainly not in the area they were tenting up. The heat on his back and the heat at his crotch made him stir as it was two different kinds of heat. Jeremy had his hand on Jesse's bare left shoulder as the blond singer rested on his body, body to body. His other hand was under his right arm. Jeremy leaned up his shoulders and kissed Jesse on the mouth. As they lay there, the lateness of the day escaped them and they didn't realize the surf was coming in. The tide was low but the water surged at them and they didn't care. The coldness of the water and their heat mixed, almost creating steam. This made it even hotter for Jeremy. He arched his back and they rocked into another kiss. Side to side, their heads turned as their lips locked and action inside mouths continued. More water came around them. Jesse stood up and fell onto all fours. Jeremy started to get off his back and on all fours as well. Jesse turned and locked eyes with Jeremy. He ran up the beach toward their tent, which was higher up. Jeremy ran after him and tackled him by grabbing his lower legs. Jesse fell but managed to turn over onto his back. Jesse laughed and so did Jeremy. They kissed again but Jesse held Jeremy's head away for a few moments. "Before you...I never knew it could be like this. Nobody ever kissed me the way you do." "Nobody?" "No one. Nobody. Not even..." "Jesse?" "Yeah." "Shut up." "No. I mean..." He couldn't finish because Jeremy delved right into another kiss on him. He turned his mouth sideways from Jesse's mouth and they rocked their heads as they kissed. The water reached them again but Jeremy turned Jesse up and took the water onto his feet and body and kept Jesse up from it. They continued to kiss in that position. Many more people were leaving the beach. Darkness came slowly. As the sun went down, Jeremy and Jesse slept outside the tent, watching it. They felt warm and comfortable in their near nakedness. They had beach chairs they brought with them but they soon abandoned them for their towels (A British symbol on Jesse's and a Texas flag symbol on Jeremy's) so that they could lay side by side, touching sides, Jesse's right to Jeremy's left. "Isn't that something?" "Yeah," Jesse said. They fell asleep and stayed asleep well into the night. In Bessie, in the parking lot, K9 sighed. Austin Butler, orange sweat jacket on and open, revealing his flat, smooth, hairless abs and with zero percent body fat, ran along the beach with his dog. He was dressed like this, practicing for his Jonas Brothers' TV show appearance. http://newstar8.tumblr/post/67260423...er-in-jonas-la The moon illuminated the water to one side and the beach was alight on the other from its influence. It made things very visible even in the night. Butler walked the Labrador Retriever Beagle, the coloring of a Beagle but the size and flexibility of a Labrador. The dog shot ahead of him for a bit. His blond hair rose in the wind as the night glowed toward daytime. A blue, red, and white tent was set back somewhat from where he was running. He thought he heard some sounds coming from it. Someone in trouble? He thought he heard a scream. A grunt. Someone being raped? The tent was romping around. It was moving and romping and shaking. And the sounds of sex were coming from it. Austin stopped short in his running, his head already turned toward the tent. Austin ran to the tent and opened the flap, which at this point was approximately four feet off the ground. "Hey, are you two all right? I mean is there anything...oh." He saw Jeremy, on all fours on top of Jesse's front, both totally naked, pelvises tightly pressed against each other, penises mingling and dripping. Sweat glowing on their bodies. Both of them looked at him. Hair hanging. "I...I...I..." "Three eyes in one sentence?" Jesse asked. "Makes you a very..." "Hot guy. Wanna join in?" "Don't I know you guys from somewhere?" "The news maybe? TMZ?" Jesse asked. "You're the two...oh, man. I'm sorry...I thought..." Austin smiled though his cheeks were red. "Wanna..." Jeremy shook his head. "What?" "Join in?" Jesse finished. "Oh, uh, no. I'm not...I mean if I were, I would, cause you are both very, very hot." "You think we're hot?" Jeremy asked, still hovering over Jesse. "Well, yeah. If I were gay, I'd definitely join in." Jesse smiled. "Do it anyway." Austin liked the way this one shook his upper body and head as he spoke with complete confidence. "No. I havta..go. My dog." "Okay, nice meeting ya." Jeremy nodded to him. "Yeahhhh..." Austin, red faced, nodded back, trying to avert his eyes but finding it impossible. "Okay. You, too. I'll ahh, let you get front ...I...I mean back to it." He quickly departed. Jesse looked at him. "He's gonna regret that." "Why? Because you're so great?" Jeremy used one hand to playfully smack Jesse's cheek. "Yeah." Jesse shook his head. "Naw. Cause he is, you know." "Really? It's a small universe. Meeting a star like him here." "He's gonna realize he is." "Not everyone's gay, Jesse." "No?" "No." "He is." Jesse insisted and then asked, "Didn't your gaydar go off?" "Gaydar---It's not one of my super powers, like you have it." "What is one of your super powers?" Jeremy görükle escort jerked his torso into Jesse and lifted him with both hands as he balanced himself upward now, sitting up and turning Jesse over onto his stomach. "Sex wrestling." Jesse laughed as Jeremy turned him over and he tried to fight it. Jeremy placed his dick between Jesse's butt cheeks. "No. No. NO! YES!" Outside, Austin tried to run as far as he could from the tent. "C'mon, let's wrestle," Jeremy breathed on Jesse's neck. Jesse leaned his head back into Jeremy, almost resting on Jeremy's shoulder but with his mouth near the neck. "Yeah, no. What chance would I have against someone who was trained by a karate master or a ninja or a samurai or whatever he was..." Jeremy quickly kissed Jesse's cheek, turning his own head. "Ju jitsu and all of the above or below as the case may be..." "Yeah, well, it could be fun...I guess. But really, when it comes to beating up the bad guys, I ain't got no skills." "There's a few Daleks I could talk to that would debate that...oh, wait, no, they can't. You stopped them." Jesse laughed. "Besides, fighting's not everything. You can hold your own. And you have skills I don't. I mean I can dance but not like you and you can sing like...an angel. A singing angel." "Thanks." Jesse leaned back and turned his head as he tried to push himself up against Jeremy. Jeremy's dick hit Jesse's ring and they both shuddered with sexual delight. Jesse moved his anus up some more so that Jeremy's penis was pushed in but by Jesse's own motion. This made Jeremy shiver with satisfaction. Jeremy knocked Jesse's arm out from under him and they rolled...with Jeremy inside Jesse. They turned to one side and Jesse's face hit the tent floor. "Hey, take it easy!" "Do you wanna wrestle or not?" "Not!" Jesse said so that Jeremy would ease up. When he did, Jesse grabbed Jeremy's arms by wrapping his arms around Jeremy's. In one movement, he made his lover's member come out of his own ass, spurting. For a moment later, he was on top and Jeremy was on his back but then moved to his side, wriggling. They both laughed. Jesse moved his legs around Jeremy's. Jeremy was able to quickly get out of the hold and get back on top of Jesse's back. "Hey, we've gone full circle." "Circle? That reminds me!" Jeremy put his member back into Jesse and thrust. Jesse squealed with delight again. He arched his back. "NO! I want my turn!" Jesse pulled his anus away, letting Jeremy's dick pop out again. This time, it exploded all over Jesse's bare, slick back, making it even slicker. Gobs of boy cum shot across but this didn't stop Jesse. Jesse moved his legs out from under Jeremy in one move. A wrestling move. He was now sitting in front of Jeremy, who moved to try to headlock Jesse. Jesse rolled and then used his shoulder to push off the floor. He was behind Jeremy in a shot and turned his lover around in a move and together they fell to the floor in a tangle, Jeremy on his side again and trying to get free. His dick was straight up. Jesse's was, too. As Jeremy was on his side, Jesse jerked into him from behind and straightened out his own body. This made Jeremy arch backward, his abs stretching. Jesse fucked Jeremy. The smell of boy, sweat, and sex filled the tent. "I wanna try something." Jesse said, "Get on your belly..." "What? Sure." "And arch a little bit." Jeremy did both. Jesse took his crotch and put it between Jeremy's cheeks and then lifted his own legs and hands up. He then spun using his hands on the tent floor. His feet and head kept spinning past Jeremy's head. "Ohhhh." "Aahhhh!" "Fuck!" Jesse spun around about ten times and then parted. Several long lines of cum connected his dick slit and upper legs and torso to Jeremy's ass cheeks. "I didn't even know that I..." Jeremy turned and grabbed him by the arm and wrestled him down again. They wrestled some more which in turn, made them ejaculate, before falling asleep. Total night fell. Eventually so did the boys. Their wrestling sex exploits defied words but they made a new hole in the tent on one side and there Jeremy collapsed onto his back and Jesse collapsed half on Jeremy's left side and half on the sand outside the tent. Both of them were facing the night sky and both saw beautiful stars in a clear cloudless velvet. Both of them fell asleep. The hill base...UNIT Mortuary...11: 11 pm... The Brig was asleep in a chair in a huge white room. The Doctor wore gloves, a mask, and had scrubs on as he poked around a table that had a metal tank on it that filled most of it. He used tongs to take out a small amount of material. He put some of the material on a slide. He moved over to another, higher table and looked at the slide through a microscope. "Your chaps were smart to bring the body...or what passes as a body...right here and in such medically sound containment, too." The Brig snored. "I'm too old for this sort of thing, Doctor. I need sleep." He startled himself up and looked at the Doctor. "What? Oh, yes. Yes, good lads, here in the colonies." The Doctor turned and raised his eyebrows. "The states," corrected the Brig. The Doctor chuckled and looked in the microscope. "Doctor, it's been hours. Haven't you found anything?" "It's almost too horrible to think about," the Doctor said. "Is this related to the Farmingdale project?" "In a way, Brigadier. I think tomorrow you should raid that place like you wanted." The Brig stood up. "Now, you're talking. Why in the day?" "More people will be there." "Won't that alert the other base?" "You have a point there." "Actually, as you full well know, Doctor, it's your point, remember?" The Doctor smiled and took his mouth mask off. The Brig looked in the tank and made a face as if he were horrified and grossed out, which he was. "Good lord, Doctor." "I know. And I have an unpleasant feeling there's going to be more deaths." "How very morbid," the Brig said and covered his nose with a gloved hand. "Yes." The Doctor said, "We know it might be Montauk but that's not definite. We DO have to go there but I don't believe these two events are directly related." "Not directly? You shall have to explain." "You see, we know that this project was shut down. Shut down by you. Then, your memory of it was erased. Perhaps that's why...that's why you were drawn to the cases here. You flew home but something was nagging you about this. It wasn't a UNIT project but the US and UK governments working together possibly. And possibly since 1945. For all we can gather, it was shut down. Then, someone, maybe the government or maybe some of the people from that government project reopened it. We know they're experimenting with the weather...animals, teenagers, the homeless, and we know they are influencing TIME, too. Time might have drawn this other murderer here. Or something in time. Artron energy or Chronons or void particles. The project, however... I can't see them getting anything out of killing people like this." "But their experiments might have drawn this killer here? I take it the killer is not human?" "You take it right, Brigadier. You know your signs of alien incursion when you see it." "So, is this an attack from outer space again?" "I don't think it's quite that straight laced or straight forward. The DNA from this victim and the others...as well...have...parts missing." "Parts?" "Things in their DNA that they should have. Almost as if someone plucked out or sucked out their very energy, the things that give our bodies energy. They're...just gone..." he nodded at the Brig, motioning him to look into the eyepiece. The Brig did so. "Even I know that some of that helix ladder is missing." "Yes and different parts of ladders are missing on each victim. Sometimes the same but sometimes different." The Brig looked at the Doctor. "And then there's the state of the bodies." "Yes...I don't think it's an experiment done by humans. I think it's draining certain types of people for the energy that they have. They're taking everything that makes a human a human." "What about the experiments?" "Much of it...alien technology. I think they've had some help. Maybe even some evil Time Lord help." "But who? Which one? The Master? The Monk? The RANI?" "Or it could be someone even more advanced than the Time Lords." "Good grief. More advanced?" "Yes, there are races that even the Time Lords do not know about. Some of them aren't even shaped like us or have no corporeal form at all. They're almost not even recognizable as life. And then there were the classic little green men, biped small beings with large eyes and heads...that don't speak. That probe..." the Doctor put his hand near the Brig's rear end. The Brig swatted the Doctor's hand away. "Get off, Doctor. Raid or no raid?" "Let's hold off until we can get to Montauk base. We'll go there at first light tomorrow." "And if they're underground so to speak?" "I'll bring K9. He'll detect any activity." "The tin dog?" "Yes." "Where is he now?" "With Jeremy and Jesse." "At the beach?" "Yes. They need a rest." "However, Doctor, I do not..." The Doctor waved to the chair. "Oh no?" "Doctor, I got old. I don't need all this." "It needs you. I NEED you." The Brig smiled. "Thanks. I want you to know that as we've been delayed here, I...I already sent some men to the base at Montauk." "And?" "They've found nothing. They can't get underground. The whole thing was supposed to be cemented in years ago. They even found evidence of that." "Well, it is possible...that the other base is not there at that spot in Montauk but some other spot. We'll have to scout it out first and if we find nothing, then we'll fan out from there. The radar dish is there, though. I've seen it in some of my research." "Research?" "You don't think anything to do with time experiments on Earth is going to escape me entirely, do you?" "Then, you're not angry with me for sending men there ahead of us?" "Of course not, Brigadier," the Doctor sighed out. "It's not as if I didn't already know you sent them, is it?" "How'd you know?" "How long do I know you, Brigadier?" "Ahhh. Someday I'll appreciate that. Can't pull one over on you, can I, Doctor?" "No, not since the caves..." "Oh, are you never going to forgive me for that one?" "I don't think it's a matter of forgive...Alastair." "Some day Doctor, there might be a threat that you might not be around here for." "I get that. I guess." "Then, sending my men ahead of us was a mistake?" "They might have been killed but no. It was a smart move. We also don't know how long it will be before our Miss Miles will contact the other base, if she hasn't already. What I don't understand is why they didn't know your mind was erased to begin with." "Perhaps they don't communicate with each other as well as they should have? Kind of like the FBI and the CIA before 9-11?" "Maybe. Maybe they fear their communications are being listened in on." "They probably are. Or maybe they aren't all told all things. Need to know basis, that sort of thing." The Doctor thought about this. "I don't know. Ms. Vera seemed to know quite a lot." "Either way, I'm having them monitored. We can't let that part of the operations hurt anyone else." "I'm not sure that the base there and the personnel there did any of the hurting. This thing...whatever did this...it did quite a lot of hurting. Some of it to your men." "I want to get back to finding him...it. Are we almost done here?" "Yes. This thing is trying...no, not trying...assimilating human DNA and other materials into itself. As if..." "As if...?" "As if it seems to want to be human..." The Brig was taken aback. "Human? How utterly baffling and bizarre. The question now is who's next?" The Doctor didn't answer right away. "I have my suspicions. I just do hope those two boys can stay out of trouble..." The Brig shrugged. "What kind of trouble could they get into on the beach?" "If you'd known Jesse and Jeremy long, you wouldn't ask...they coined the words jeopardy friendly." Typed wording (X FILES STYLE) : Thursday, July 3rd, 2008. Robert Moses Beach. Early morning. Seagull sounds of morning. Rising sun on the gentle summer breeze. Warm air. Calm. The ocean was barely moving. Jeremy was on his side now and Jesse had dropped off him onto the sand, his belly to the warm sand. Jeremy's gaze as he opened his crust covered eyes was to the east. Jesse looked up. What he saw made him spring up. An apple with white dove wings flew up in front of Jesse, who looked at it amazed...with wide eyed wonder. He almost smiled. He swallowed. "Jer...Jer...?" The apple seemed to him to regard him with some emotion but Jesse was not sure what that emotion was. "Well," he thought, "It's not trying to kill me yet so that's a good sign. Jer, would you wake up please?" The wings fluttered as it lowered itself to the ground to settle. "Jeremy?" The apple took off again, flapping its wings some more. "Jeremy?" Binoculars were watching the scene from the north dunes. Behind the binocular was a man. Next to him were two more men, all of them wearing black suits, black button shirts, black shades, and black ties. Even large, scientific looking, black watches on their right wrists. A man's voice said, "Those things are being drawn to them for some reason." "We have to capture them. We have to get them both now!" STING INTO THEME... ube/watch?v=dW1YCdK-Xlk ube/watch?v=-TjpxiheG5U http://www.youtube/watch?v=8Hp-BHhU240 To... A skull monster screeches a wild banshee like scream ... Be... Jeremy is punched in the face in an interrogation room. Jesse screams! Continued... The Doctor, wide eyed. The motorcycle rears out of the night sky at him! End credits: ube/watch?v=TYjLu-YbCMA The Doctor finishing up his autopsy in the room and he's whistling Kolchak the Night Stalker theme song. The Brig has already left. The Doctor looks at the room, the lights go out by themselves and he shudders. He grabs his regular shirt and runs out of the room. (Similar to the KOLCHAK THE NIGHT STALKER ending theme and credits) Soundtrack stuff: ube/watch?v=kaIGeVaP8M0 Fuckers, donate! TO NIFTY, of course! fty/donate.html