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Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JEREMY AND JESSE 183 DONATE TO AND SUPPORT NIFTY: ube/watch?v=Dxvej27d8N0 DOCTOR WHO, JEREMY AND JESSE 183 The Western Story part two “DRAW! Two days go by… TARDIS 1:45pm Jesse went to the largest gym area’s largest bathroom and hit the canister near the counter of the largest mirror. He started to put his shaving cream on but something felt wrong. “K, is something wrong?” “You did this already, master.” “What? Shave?” He looked closely at himself in the mirror. “I…so I…are you sure?” “You did it one for this week already. Suggest a month.” “Is that you trying to supposed to be funny?” “Negative, master.” It was true he didn’t need to shave a lot. He was not a hairy person and he thanked God for that every day. “Did it earlier at exactly 1:11pm.” “So I did. Did a good job, dinn I?” “Determination needed in about a month.” “Very funny.” “This unit is not funn…correction. This unit IS funny, master.” “Sure, sure.” Jesse frowned as he found K9 had lifted in the air and hovered right near his face. He reached out and put his fingers under K9’s chin and rubbed. K9 cooed and put his head down and then up. Jesse smiled at him. “I do so love you, K9.” “Affirmative. Ditto.” “Ditto?” Jesse gawked. “Where’d you learn that?” “Cinematic movie. GHOST.” “Loved that and used to love Whoopi, too. Then she all went and wanted ratings on her first day on that horrible show, THE VIEW. She defended dog killer Michael Vick.” “Michael Vick. a former professional American football quarterback who played 13 seasons in the National Football League (NFL), primarily with the Atlanta Falcons and the Philadelphia Eagles. He played college football at Virginia Tech and was selected by the Falcons as the first overall pick in the 2001 NFL Draft. During his six years with the Falcons, Vick was regarded as having transformed the quarterback position with his rushing abilities and was named to three Pro Bowls. He was the first NFL quarterback to rush for 1,000 yards in a season and holds the record for the most career rushing yards by a quarterback. Vick’s NFL career came to a halt in 2007 after he pleaded guilty for his involvement in a dog fighting ring and spent 21 months in federal prison. His arrest and subsequent conviction garnered Vick notoriety with the general public, which lasted throughout the rest of his career.” “Yes, all that. Well, she defended him, saying that he shouldn’t get any jail time because as I quote, “They’re just animals.” Jesse sighed. “I hate her now.” “Hate hurts you.” “Yeah, yeah, Master Doctor over there, I know that. Our friend Caine from 76 would say that, too. But she infuriates me now. I can barely look at anything she’s done. And I loved her movies and her on Star…” “Suggest forgiveness.” “It’s just that I love dogs. And cats, too. But dogs.” Jesse covered himself as when he said dogs, K9 cooed but when he said cats, K9 put his head down and growled. Jesse put his cheek next to and onto K9’s right side. K9 cooed. “Affirmative.” “Vick and Whoopi are still both pieces of shit.” K9 sighed. Old West Town: The early morning cricket chirping had an abrupt stop. A woman, mightily dressed, entered the bank early. She paused at the door as her three children, a teenage girl, a barely teen boy, and a younger boy ran ahead inside. She looked at the strange idea that the cricket sound stopped. She shrugged and went inside. Inside, the youngest, Timmy pulled two dead birds out of his jacket. “Mr. Taller, for you!” He ran toward the desk of a well-dressed banker, who was in his early 50s, who gasped. “WHOOAAAAA!” He put his hands up. “Get those things outta my bank, Timmy!” “I thought you’d give me some money fer sure fer im!” “No!” The girl had a gift, too. “This is for all of you, Mr. Taller, for being so rightly kind to my ma and my whole family after losing my pa.” “Your gift is rightly welcome,” Taller said as the girl put the apple pie down on his desk. Timmy stuck his tongue at Taller and moved toward the door. His mother stopped. “I thought I told you not to bring anything dead inside the bank again!” “You did!” Timmy stuck his tongue at her, too. “Get rid of them,” the mother said. “Aw, ma, we can ate them later.” “Ate? Timmy, I really must speak to that kind Mr. Kent about your schoolin’. I don’t think he’s doing such a fine job of it.” “Taint his fault, ma. I give him a hard time.” She ruffled Tim’s shock of red hair. “Mighty fine of your to admit to it. Those who tell the truth are capable of great things, Timmy.” Timmy winked at her before leaving the bank and discarding the birds to some passing by old coot. “For free…sir.” The old man gave the boy a coin. Timmy brightened up as the man took the birds by their ankles and left. Timmy ran inside, “Ma, ma, look at what I got!” “You didn’t steal that did you, boy?” Taller stood up, eating a second slice of apple pie. “Mr. Taller,” the teen girl said, “That pie is for all the folk who work in the bank.” “Oh, oh, yes,” Taller said. He put his slice down. Then, decided to eat it anyway. “Seein’ as I took me a bite outta it, already…” The girl shook her head. “Maureen,” the mother took her toward the teller, “I want to open an account for you and your brother.” “ME?” Tim brightened up even further, putting his coin in his pocket. “No. You’re too young,” the older brother said. “Patrick! Taint fair!” “Oh, you can have your name on my account if you want ta.” “Really?” “Yeah, sure. As long as you don’t spend it on frivolous things.” “Frig ill us things? Wot’s that when it’s at home?” Pat rubbed his hand over his brother’s red hair, too. He had some reddish brown to his own head of hair but his red was more bright then Tim’s. “You should pay more attention in school, you know, like Ma and Mr. Kent says.” “Aw fuck em.” “TIM!” the sister said, “Language.” “Aw, fuck you, too, Maureen.” “Tim, soap,” was all Ma said. Tim shut up and looked wide eyed and then down. “They’ve opened early!” “Not so loud.” “Damn.” “Don’t matter none much. We go as planned.” “Yeah, we need the money.” As another boy, a bit older than Tim but younger than Patrick, came running down the board walk, a brown tussle of hair, bare foot, the men hesitated. The boy ran inside. “Hey, ma! Maur. Tim!” Patrick smiled. “Bodine, where’s your shoes?” Taller looked at him. “Mrs. McBain. It’s bad enough one of your brood brings two dead animals…” “They was birds…” Tim protested. “An’ now another is here without shoes…certainly you have enough money from the land your man bought…” McBain went wide eyed, first at her son Bo, then at Taller. “Mr. Taller! You know my cowhands are there and need to get paid. And I do have enough money in your fine bank…” Taller smiled. “But if you insult me or my boys again, I shall withdraw it.” Taller came from behind his desk, having risen when Bo ran in. “Mrs. McBain, Jill, if you will allow me…” “Allow? I would not, sir.” “I am heartily sorry.” “Please, then apologize to Tim and Bo…” “I…apol…” From the teller booth, Maureen and Patrick turned to smile at this. Maureen snickered. “Boys, I’m sorry.” “Pol’o’gee not cepted,” Tim snarled. He ran to Patrick. “Say’s when we openin this sheet?” “Patrick, don’t let him talk like that.” Patrick gave a fake slap across Tim’s freckled cheek. “Tim, language!” Tim smiled up at him. Patrick laughed. Bo smiled at Taller. “I cept, it, tall urgh.” “That’s Taller. Urggh, Mr. Taller.” Bo pointed. “You in did it again.” “Did what?” “Said urgghha.” Bo laughed and looked at Jill, who’s shoulders shrugged as she laughed silently. “I do not say that.” “Yes, you do, sir.” “Urgh…” Taller dropped his resignation at all of this and moved to behind the counter to the teller taking care of Patrick and Maureen, who was a slim girl. Another teller, a man, took care of Jill as Jill moved to him. “You’re taking out that much, Miss?” “Mrs.” “Mrs?” “Yes, we’re throwing a party, aren’t we? For our staff. Of course, the bank staff are invited, too.” Patrick turned from the teller business. “Bo, you need to learn em to wear some boots, you do.” “Oh, like you and the filth on your’s. Clean em!” Bo laughed. His hair was more brown than red. Patrick laughed. “He’s right,” Jill admonished Patrick. “Aw, ma, he just reads too much Twain, that’s all.” He turned to the teller. “My, you’re young. And pretty. And a lady.” He noted that each compliment drew a redder face from the young girl, who was probably a few years older than he was. He continued. “Tain’t never seen you here.” “I am new here. Just arrived with the WAGON TRAIN. I heard Mr. Taller say your pa passed on?” “Six years ago now…” “I…I’m sorry.” “We was all quite young, o ` course but it affected us two more than the younger two…” “You seem to have gotten along…” Jill looked at this exchange. “I’ll be right there to open you up.” “WHAT?” Patrick asked. “Your account.” “Oh.” It was at this moment the men entered the bank. Their names were Toothless, Rowdy, Favor, Quinn, Newt, Lando, Zeb, July, and Bolivar. At first, they had masks on but as would do, they didn’t leave their masks on, which might spell doom for some (get it?). At entry, two guards, tall men who were muscled and quick to the draw, were not that quick to the draw. Two young rascals from Saint Louis, Marty Miskulin and his twin brother Mike Webb, assumed jobs in a bank that had never even had the threat of being robbed…until today. They lived in a tent in the back of the bank to save money. Toothless shot the male teller who tried to run for the side door out of the teller booth. The young man was shot in the head and went down fast. The children and women screamed. But it was Lando and Rowdy who shot the guards. Marty grew wide eyed as he realized he had a bullet in his belly button. He tried to raise his gun but another shot hit him in the side and he dropped it. He wanted to hold his belly but the fire there hurt his hands. He crouched down and fell sideways in a crumple. “My bra…” “You wear a bra?” One of the killers, the one who shot him, said to Mike. He shot Mike again. Mike didn’t realize at first he was shot in the belly. He tried to bring up his hand to shoot but the gun was shot out of it and then another shot finished him. He fell on top of his brother, front to front and jerked as his brother did. Quickly, though, their bodies stopped jerking. Two bankers come from the top level and were similarly shot, even though they, too, had guns, these guns smaller than the guards or the robbers. One of them had asked, “What’s goin here down here?” For his answer was a bullet in the belly, too. The moans of the dying went on for some horrible time. Quickly, Lando, his gun still smoking, raced to Maureen and when the struggling girl wiggled enough to escape him, he was joined by July, who shoved her back into Lando who grabbed her shoulders and then arms, as he then held her from behind. The two men then grabbed an arm each as she gasped. “Don’t kill everyone…yet,” Toothless ordered. He nodded. Favor had a gun trained on Taller, who tried to run behind his desk and never reached it. He was on the side of his desk, leaning sideways, wincing. He had his hands up in the air. Favor had the gun nozzle in his ear. “You the head banker?” “Yeeee…” “Yeee?” Favor spat. He looked at Toothless and Jill, trying to wriggle free of Toothless’s grasp on her arm, saw the looks. She knew they were having fun taunting Taller and the others. But her panic was for her children now. Quinn made straight for the female teller but in his way he grabbed the little redheaded kid who tried to run after his other brother, Bodine. He had one gun on the teller who raised her hands in the air and with the opposite hand held the boy in a tight grip around the boy’s arm. “Money!” “Right away, sir!” Patrick made a move toward Jill and Toothless but the evil faced, nasty, and dark and dirty Rowdy put himself between them all. He shoved one arm across Patrick’s chest and aimed his gun at Jill and his other hand held a second gun which he aimed down at Patrick’s chest. He maneuvered the teen into the counter and aimed the second gun at his neck. “Just itchin to shoot a woman or her son in the chest and this will be my only chance before I get meself rich so just give me an excuse!” “Patrick, don’t move!” Jill snapped. “Don’t move! Don’t shoot him!” “He won’t!” Toothless said. “If he stays still.” “Patrick, stay still!” Patrick was trying to but he was puffed up and jittery, shaking. His eyes were wide. “Ma!” “It’ll be all right.” She said but didn’t believe it. When the shooting started, barefoot Bo fled for the door. Toothless nodded to Newt and Newt nodded back. “Kill him!” “NOOOOOO!” the entire family screamed. Toothless tried to cover all of them at once. “Shut yur traps up or I’ll do you all now!” That made them stop screaming but they were sobbing. Newt aimed at the fleeing boy. He had the kid’s half bare back in his sights. He was pulling the trigger when Jill broke loose and slammed into Newt’s back. This made the shot go wild. Outside Newt went down. This was just when the Doctor, Jeremy, and Clark were walking along with some of the school kids, the Doctor and Jeremy wanting to maybe help him with some of the rowdier ones. When the shots went off, Jeremy, who was closest to the gang of kids while the Doctor had taken Clark aside to talk about two of the boys who Clark has found fondling each other, quickly ushered the gang of kids, including those two who were holding each other in fear, away to safety. It took some time for him to do this as there were a lot of them and they were all screaming. The Doctor saw a kid go down who fled the bank and ran at him but a bullet passed through his upper hair, stunning him into a fake fall. He laid head first near the head of the boy. Bo lay with his feet toward the bank, head away. The Doctor laid with his feet away from the bank, head toward it but side by side with the nearly bare boy. He whispered, “What’s your name?” “Bo…Bodine.” “Shhhh. Shhhh. Keep it low, Bo. Lovely name, Bodine. What’s going on in side?” “Robbers. I know one of em…” “How many?” “I think six or seven…” “Which is it?” “Nine!” “Nine?!” The Doctor thought that was too many for him to take on. “Eight!” Clark stumbled between them, his head between their heads, sideways to them both, his body fallen. After Newt threw Jill back to Toothless who tossed her to the counter next to Patrick, he aimed at her. “No! Never mind her! Kill the kid!” “NOOOO!” “I got him. Another hero bites the dust. I plugged the boy, wonder!” “Is he dead?” Toothless snapped. “Make sure!” “I’ll make sure!” Newt said and moved out. “Do it! Finish that little fucker!” Newt emerged from the bank, confident he’d have no resistance from anyone. He aimed at Newt’s prone form. That was when Clark came at him. Newt aimed but the big man was so fast, the gun moved sideways between them as they wrestled and went off. Clark went spiraling away. “I got you!” Newt laughed and figured he shot him. Clark fell onto his back. Newt looked down at his chest where his heart should be. It was bloody. “Oh. He got me.” Outside, Doc Adams arrived and looked at the Doctor’s back. “I’m not hit, he is and he is!” “Where’d he get you, son?” “In my heel!” “The heels!” The Doctor looked toward the bank where he heard a scream cut short. “No, just me one heel, good sir.” “Doctor.” “No, I’m the doctor,” Adams said, “And I say, we do have to get that out fast. Bite down on this.” The Doctor sat up and moved himself behind the boy, “Use me to lean on!” The Doctor used a tool to remove the bullet, taking the tool from his bag. “Steady on, boy!” The boy leaned against the Doctor. “Owww…” The Doctor reached around and popped two pills into the boy’s mouth as he opened it in pain. “This’ll help!” “What be they, good Doctor.” “I’m the doctor.” “No, I’m the Doctor. Kid…whatsyurname?” “Bodine.” “Bo…deen. Good name, that. Those were given to me by a good friend. He called them Bat-Lozenges.” “Bat…ugh…” “Bats can be quite cute at times. Depends on…anyway, they work instantly.” The doctor Adams said, “You’ll be all right. I’ll clean that up some and you’ll be fine…” “Good man. Good Doctor. I mean good constant doctor…never changes his face, he does…n’t…” the Doctor smiled at Bo. “Doc?” Bo asked and both answered but Bo was talking to Adams. “Do…you understand what this doc bursa yabancı escort is saying?” “Don’t call me doc. See to him!” The Doctor lifted Bo up and took him to a wagon on the other side of the street. “Stay here.” Adams followed him with the boy but the Doctor pointed to Clark on the ground. “He’s still alive!” “I’ll see to him, too.” “Good ma…nnn, doctor…” The Doctor corrected himself. “I have to go back in bank! My whole family’s in there, sir.” “I figured as much,” the Doctor rolled his eyes. He pulled the wagon’s drape over the boy’s anxious face. “Stay put and don’t make things worse. Stay here. Like saying don’t wander!” He moved toward the bank again and turned and pointed a warning finger at Bo who looked out of the wagon, “stay…” He walked past the Dr. Adams who was looking at Clark’s ribs. Adams shook his head. “Where you going?” “To my version of the Untempered Schism…” “What?” Adams asked, looking up from Clark. The Doctor moved up the steps of the bank as Jeremy arrived at Adams and Clark. Jeremy arrived and helped pick up Clark. “We have to move him out of the line of fiiii…” As they got him to the wagon Jeremy lifted Clark. “I got him.” The teacher said, “Wow. You’re stronger than you look.” “In many places.” Jeremy flirted. Something was wrong and he felt it. “The Doctor…where’s he going?” Brule Adams looked at Clark and not up at Jeremy but then he did. “He said something about an Untempered Schism?” “What? NO!” Jeremy rose up and tried to run to the bank but Toothless shot past the Doctor at him. Jeremy threw himself to the side of the bank’s corner, hands flat out on the brick wall, huffing as a shot just missed him. He was out of the line of fire for the moment. The gunmen were about to shoot the Doctor but the Doctor already yelled, “I have gold! I have gold!” The Doctor also had his hands in the air. “I have NO guns. I DO have gold!” Toothless heard the word, “GOLD” and ordered, “Don’t shoot that short, muscled one! He done has gold!” “Oh, hullo, I’m here to make a deposit in my…” The Doctor started loudly but then whispered the next word, “…sperm,” and then made the next word louder again, “…bank…” “Mister,” gray haired and disheveled Toothless, who also wore a large brimmed lightly tanned hat, said as he pointed his gun away from Taller and toward the Doctor, “…you came in the wrong place…” “I didn’t cum yet at all,” the Doctor smiled, faking it. “That’s the problem. I mean if you want me to make a donation you’re gonna needs me some handsomer men then you blokes. I mean you’re not Brad Pitt, Chris Evans, or Alex Pettyfer, are you?” “You’re in the wrong bank!” Toothless, who was mostly toothless but had two teeth, one a front tooth and the other a side tooth just a tooth space away from it. “Did you say you have gold? I’m adverse to gold.” “I do. Hope you’re not Cybermen.” The Doctor thought about this. “Hmmm. More likely you don’t know what the word adverse means…” “Take it out.” “See,” the Doctor shook his head, “I was told there were nine, oh wait, eight guys jerking off in here but now I see it’s just six jerk offs who are in here…doing something less productive than jerking off…” “Why you…!” Toothless armed his gun. “Sheriff…” Jill gasped. “Wait, hang on a mo, I am NOT the sheriff…” The Doctor looked at Taller who raised his eyebrows and motioned his head at the Doctor’s breast. Taller never let his hands leave the air. The Doctor looked at the badge on his lapel. “Well, lookie at that, would cha!” He gawked at it. “Now, who put that there! I’m not. I’m not the sheriff. That wily ole coyote must have snuck that on me when me eyes weren’t lookin. He wants you to think I am the sheriff so everyone will think he is not! Clever drunkard, he is, that one.” “You’re not the sheriff?” Jill gasped. The Doctor looked at the evil Rowdy behind her with his arm around her neck and a gun at her chest. He panned his eyesight at the gunslinger called Zeb (who reminded him of the oldest brother in the TV show THE BIG VALLEY) who had a gun to her son Patrick’s chest and another aimed at Maureen who was being held by Lando and July. Another, bigger man, Quinn, was holding a small redheaded boy in the air with one hand while his other hand had a small gun aimed at the boy’s temple. “No, fraid not.” “Deputy then?” “No! Not the Depp either. And glad these days, I mean he ruined DARK SHADOWS dinna `ee and not to mention insulting America while making his buck off it, leaving it for France, which is unappreciative of dead American soldiers who helped free it from the Naa…I was there, I should know, the French just gave up easily…see, he also beat his wife and…” The Doctor snarled. “Speaking of which…” He smiled at the woman, “You know these …uh barely men? I mean thank God they’re not bare cause they ugly…” “He insultin us,” Favor said after the Doctor noticed he and another named Bolivar dragging two dead men out of the way. “Toothless there was our, I thought, loyal cow herder and all around helper on our farm…” “I know the farm!” The Doctor faked a brightening up. “I think I’ve seen it on our way into town…” “…but it seems he doesn’t want to work and nor do his friends here. They just want our money in this bank…” “Core-erection…” Toothless turned toward the woman, “We want all the money in this here good bank…” “I take it you kilt the guards,” the Doctor nodded. “Give the man a badge. Oh, he’s already got one. And with that badge on we is gonna kill you…” Toothless had his gun pointed at Jill again. The Doctor quickly moved his hand to the badge and replaced with something from his pocket. The badge was gone and in its place was something green and long. The move made Toothless turn his gun quickly at the Doctor who snapped quicker at him, “I am weaponless. I never carry a weapon. Wellll, almost never. Wellll…” He tilted his head… “What in tarnation is that?” Toothless asked. He squinted. “That a celery stalk?” “Don’t be silly. Celeries can’t talk…” the Doctor joked. Quinn was holding a gun at the female teller and she was putting money into a bag. From the moment he walked into the bank, the Doctor saw what would happen. Jill was going to be breast fondled by Toothless while another man thrust at her from behind while the other men either held the children at bay with weapons or made sure the female teller was going to put money into the bags. When Jill was fondled, Patrick broke free of Rowdy, “Take your hands off. That’s my mother!” He’d manage to get a good fist onto Toothless’s jaw but Toothless would be aiming at the boy, miss and hit Maureen in the chest and firing again, her forehead. Maureen would have spiraled away from her captors, who were just as stunned. Maureen, bloody chest, would hit the table near Taller, who cringed and moved back, not even lowering his hands to try to catch Maureen. Maureen’s bloody chest would collide with the table but her head would hit the apple pie she just brought Taller and the red would mix with the red apple. Her face would be unceremoniously dumped into the pie, nose and mouth first. The mouth would be red with blood and apple smothered by pie as the body just stuck to the table. Jill would scream as Rowdy would catch the boy Patrick in the belly and the Doctor was sure it was square in the belly button and the boy bent over and held his belly. “Oh it burns! It burns! Momma! I’m so…” another shot to his belly and the boy would spin to the ground and Toothless would shoot him again as well in the groin. Laughing. Jill screamed. “You unspeakable monster!” She would rush Toothless with fists raised but he would just shoot her in the chest and she would be thrown to the counter where her blood would hit the teller’s window and make the female teller scream. Jill would hold onto the stall and ultimately, with holes in her heaving chest, fall and huff her last. Patrick would be on the ground in an impossible position holding his belly in, literally and gasping toward a lingering and painful death… Tim, struggling, tears in his eyes as his brother and mother huffed their last breaths, would kick Quinn and hit him just right in the dick so that Quinn would drop him and Tim would make a run for the door as his middle brother had just moments ago. The other men were too fast for him and blocked him. Rowdy, Bolivar who left Favor to gather money from the terrified and hyperventilating female teller, Toothless who the Doctor thought looked a lot like the actor Henry Fonda, Lando, and July blocked the kid. “He’s seen us.” “So have they all.” Favor told Toothless. “We need Taller and the girl alive to give us the money. And it don’t matter none they seen us. We have a rep to uphold. I just wanna do the brat.” Toothless shot Tim in the neck, spraying blood all over, and Toothless’ men followed suit by shooting the boy all over his little body. “So happy this makes me,” Toothless would say. The Doctor saw all this with his special relationship with time. But here, time was messed up. None of that was supposed to happen. “Fuck you.” “Excuse me?” Toothless asked. “If I may interfere, I don’t care. I can’t watch a family killed right in front of me and do nothing. I am Timelord Victorious. Fuck you, time.” “My nem…” Toothless was a bit intimidated by the Doctor, even though Toothless himself was the one with the gun. He cleared his throat. “My nam…e’s Toothless, not time.” “I like fam. I like this fam. I’m thinking…naw,” the Doctor eyed up the situation, following his eyes all around the room. If this then that, he thought. Jill, Maureen, Patrick, and Tim were still alive for the moment. The Doctor knew he had to act and act right away. The Doctor started to say something like, “You know this man…” “I is more than a man, depuuuu…or sheriffffffffff or whoever you is…we already shot er’ kid…and he dead and…” …when Jill said, putting words to her sobs of crying, “He’s a worker of our’s, we thought a loyal friend, too. He’s toothless…” “Dat’s not me real name. I just worked like a slaver for little pay from her and her kin and playin with her two youngin brats…be mi pleasure to gut shoot em dead and like in we kilt the three guards in there…git their unclaimed land…probs in my nem…name anyways but the money ain’t. It’s to be given to her husband’s kin back in New Hawk…” “York,” the Doctor corrected, closed his eyes and then opened them to look at everyone. Then, he just focused on Toothless. “But Bo out there he’s not dead and he won’t be…well, maybe not till he be 110 years old…” “We’ll’ill track him down and shoot that kid like a dawg. The way we are aiming to shoot down his fam as you call em’ right now…” Toothless aimed at Jill, who closed her eyes. “Spare my children! They won’t come after you!” “Like hell I won’t! I’ll gun im down first chance I git!” Patrick spit. “Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, that’s your name, innit?” The Doctor said. “It doesn’t do to tell your enemies all your plans. I mean I did tell that Bodine out there is alive and just suffering no more than a heel wound made by a heel…that’s you by the way Toothless…” Toothless raised his eyebrows. “Ha, Toothless. Should be called Can’tShootStraightLess.” The Doctor shrugged. “Still, to be called Toothless… That’s an amazin thang…” “Sheriff!” Maureen gasped, wriggling in her captives’ fists. “I was named tat by mi ma when I was born because my tooths never grew in straight and I…” he went on and on. He also came round to telling the Doctor how he would kill the boy again. “We are supposed to be robbing this here place and it is taking far too long thanks to you, what is your name?” “Wait, you were named Tat?” “Tell me your name or I shoot one of them.” “My name’s only for whispering in ladies I need to use as a wife so that…” The Doctor saw Toothless visibly lose his patients and point his gun at Jill, who closed her eyes. He answered his name. “Only name I go by is Doctor?” “You a medical doctor?” Taller asked, his hands still raised. “Wait,” the Doctor looked at Taller’s desk where his name plate announced his name. “You’re a teller…” “No, I’m the head of this bank…” Taller looked surprised. “But you were a teller at one time?” “Yes.” “Sooo, you were a teller by the name of Taller or was that taller by the neme of …name of…Teller. It boggles…” “I thought you might see to my man there…” “There’s another Taller…I mean teller– back there?” The Doctor asked. “Fraid he’s dead,” Toothless laughed. “We’s good shots.” “You are an unspeakable abomination!” Taller snapped and then immediately shrunk back as Toothless raised his gun to hit him. Toothless seemed ready to strike the frail man. “Cringing cur!” “Don’t hit a cringing cur!” The Doctor yelled and this drew Toothless away from Taller. “Are you a Doctor?” “No…I, wait, hold on. I must…I might be. I think I finished that degree in Lister with Glasgow. Yeah. No, wait…” he held his hand out, palm flat. “It wasn’t that…It was in Glasgow with Lister. I think I finished but mostly I’m not a med guy, but I can be. I might even be able to fix your dynamic duo.” “You mean my teeth? I got that from a fight in…” Another long story. When he finished, Toothless puffed his chest out, “That’s why I called Toothless.” “Toothless, you know to be called…wait…what…what is THAT sound?!” The Doctor knew it was the whistling that came from Toothless’ endless rambling chatter. “Reckon we’d have ta follow them back to New Hawk and kill em, too but the land I have no desire for.” Toothless stopped talking and the whistling stopped. “That gawd awful sound like a whiss…” The Doctor thought, tilted his head like a dog hearing a strange whistling sound…and he was hearing one. “Then why bother with the land after…” the Doctor already knew but just faked that he just realized. “Oh, it’s you! You…you’re, through…” he gestured with his hands, taking a chance one of the trigger happy murderers would get a nervous shot at him. “…that sound…you know, you…you can’t be called toothless when you gots yur selves some tooths left in that there big never closing mouth of yours…” The Doctor dropped his cheery fa�ade. “Maybe we can change that now and you can be called by another name…” The Doctor had in his hand a larger than life coin, gold, and with a diameter of half an inch. He flicked it and it flew straight into Toothless’s mouth, taking out both his remaining teeth. “That irritating sound…the whistle —nah, you talking at all, will be gone…and…” The Doctor felt his pocket. “That was a Rassalon Re-Cent. Re Issue?” He shrugged. “You gots ta fi…you, there, you’ve got a woman’s smacked bottom!” He pointed to Lando. Outside, Jeremy saw Robert run over to the wagon and get an update on Kent and the boy Bo from the young Adams, who was the doctor. “Where’s the sheriff?” “What sheriff? I mean which one? There’s one inside.” Clark winced. “That’s not the sheriff. That’s the Doctor.” From the end of the wagon, Robert went wide eyed. “And…N…he’s inside with all those bank robbers? Why, he’ll reckon to be shot!” “He’s said he’s going to save my father.” “I imagine he’s saved many fathers,” Robert said, his look blank. “Well, this time he’s not going to do it alone. I’m going in there…” “No, they’ll kill my family…” Bo tried to sit up. Adams gently pulled him into the sitting position again. As Robert ran to the side of the door of the bank, Jeremy reached around the corner of the brick building and pulled him to the side alley. Robert almost shot him and told him so. “I almost shot you!” “They’ll kill you if you go in there!” Robert got his gun up between their pressed bodies, feeling up Jeremy’s navel and pecs along the way. Jeremy swallowed with desire and fear for the Doctor. “Not if I kilt them first, my man.” He planted a kiss on Jeremy, who had his back to the wall but his kiss and his free hand rubbing on Jeremy’s right side cause Jeremy to arch, his upper back slightly on the wall now and his lower hips on the wall. His dick threatened to pop up out of…no it did pop up out of cowboy pants. Their hats fought each other for room and threatened to sail off their hats. “So why do you smell so good…?” Jeremy breathed out and then in, deeply both times and felt sensual desire. “I was getting a shave…” “Whad…whad they shave�a whisker,” Jeremy laughed. He saw Robert’s hurt look bursa sınırsız escort and anger. “I love naturally smooth boys…” Robert’s anger dropped and he started again, “… and a cut…look…” he lifted his hat and Jeremy saw half his long brown hair hanging down his right side and the other side was a neat short cut …cut. “Very stylish…makes me wanna do this…” He dove his tongue into Robert’s mouth again. After a few they parted and smiling, Robert then started to move away. “You can’t leave me with blue balls!” Jeremy pulled him back. “They’ll be black and blue if you don’t leave go of me.” “I won’t let you go in there. The moment you do they’ll kill the Doctor and the kid’s family.” “So you’re really not interested in ME, ME, just in me not going in there.” “Course not. I really am interested in you but not just interested…in love…” “Oh fuck with that word…” Robert pulled away but Jeremy kept him held by the arm. Robert then found his second arm held as well. And by a strong man. “I said leave go of…” Robert couldn’t talk any longer because Jeremy started to kiss him again and turned him around so that Robert’s back was against the building now. Jeremy thrust his hips into Robert, Robert opening his shirt a bit. “I gotta help…” The Doctor eyed the entire situation as he entered the bank. He did it with his rambling as a cover. Taller was being held by Favor who was closer to the door than Taller was. Taller was nearly clinging to his desk with his body, his hands in the air. This was to the Doctor’s left. Directly behind his desk and closer to the corner, on his left, was Timmy who had Quinn just eager to shoot a little boy. Directly behind them was a ladder. Beyond him and ahead, more to the corner of the bank, was Maureen who was being held from behind by Lando and July who held her arms back, both slowly moving their hands up the teen girl’s arms to try for a feel to her breasts, the savages. Behind them was that ladder that someone who was painting left against the second level’s landing. A can of red paint was on top of it. Timmy was in front of the ladder to its left but Maureen was in front of it to its right. Next to them was Jill but she was being held by Toothless a bit closer to the Doctor and the middle of the bank. Directly overhead was a huge curtain rod sporting a dull brown curtain which let in little light but the light fixture above was bright enough and the windows to the front of the bank let in more than enough light. Next to Toothless and a bit beyond the bank shelf teller stall counter was the lean teen, Patrick, who had Zeb pointing a gun at his chest and Rowdy watching him with an arm on both the teen boy’s arms. Both men were in front and this was more toward the right of the bank and back closer to the teller’s counter. They would be the major problem. The Doctor would have to rush them once he put his trap into action. He would probably get shot but chances were they wouldn’t get both his hearts and if the damage wasn’t bad enough, maybe he would regenerate…and maybe not. It wasn’t a guarantee as some thought that Time Lords can just be badly hurt or even killed and then regeneration would just kick in. If he died, he died and it might happen, it might not. If damage is too bad, he would die and not regenerate. Behind Patrick was the girl who was giving money to Bolivar. She was safest, being behind the counter itself. Still, she could be shot but she was on the far right corner and closer to the stall counter than her brother was. “Hey, Tim, Patrick, Maur, ever play mouse trap? I did it once with a rat. A giant rat. Or two. Or three or one, two, three…” “Shoot him!” Toothless said but each man was hesitant. The Doctor had an aura that they felt. A confidence that caused them goosebumps and hesitation. Toothless aimed his gun but found the Doctor’s wrist flicked up. Something came out from his hand and flew into his mouth…between both his teeth, knocking them in and the coin went down his mouth. His throat caught it and it expanded. It actually drew inside his mouth. Toothless’ gun went off as he staged back to Jill’s amazement. She ducked back and elbowed July in the lower back, who was now back to back to her. This made the man bend backward and turn toward her which then made her smack his chin with her hand bag. As Lando started to aim his gun at her, he was hesitant to leave Maureen his target but let go of her. Maureen stepped back a few steps. The Doctor, in his other hand, had taken out a cricket ball. “Here’s hoping this isn’t a Krikkitmen grenade! On the other hand…” Toothless’ gunshot shot Favor in the chest and the man went down and didn’t get up…ever again. Even so, Taller kept his hands in the air. The cricket ball bounced off the wall and flew at the point between ladder and paint can and with force. The paint can fell, red paint preceding it. As Quinn seemed to be pulling the trigger at Timmy’s head, blood red paint covered his head, face, eyes, nose, and soon his open mouth. Seconds later, the can fell over his head and as this happened, Timmy had time to kick the man between the legs and duck for cover as the ladder fell over toward Lando and July and as July recovered and sighed relief, he looked up and saw the side of the ladder heading for his face. It took him down and with it, caught in the steps, Lando. Maureen had a swift kick to the man’s dick before joining her brother in the left corner of the room on the side of the teller counter. On its way down, the ladder took with it the entire curtain rod, ripping the curtains but more importantly smashing the iron down onto Bolivar who had two bags of money and he was out…probably for good. The curtain flowed down after the rod. “That’s curtains for him!” The Doctor ran at Rowdy and Zeb who were covering Patrick. Patrick moved to tackle Rowdy but the bigger man knocked him down and pulled a gun at him, ready to fire while Zeb turned from the fallen Bolivar…it was the money bags he was looking for, for the rod toppled the bags along with Bolivar, who wasn’t about to let go of them, even in his death. From a full run, the Doctor stopped short, skidding across the floor, his body moving and then stopping not far from the now turned and pointing Zeb… Zeb’s gun was pointed firmly at the Doctor’s head; Rowdy’s at Patrick’s head. Rowdy went down first. A second shot entered Zeb’s belly and as he tried to fire his gun, the Doctor saw him aiming over the Doctor’s shoulder and slightly to Zeb’s right…not at the Doctor now. He was ready to shoot the Doctor but now another person had entered the bank. A shot took Zeb’s heart and then his head. Rowdy was similarly shot as he tried, even after the first shot to his belly, to shoot Patrick, who was backed against the counter now as he jumped up from his butt. Robert blew on the nozzles of his guns. He had two out and was standing not far from the doorway. The Doctor looked quickly at Robert. “Was that a face of thanks,” Robert wondered. It sort of looked like one. Other than that blank look which had an almost emotion on it, the Doctor ignored him. “You all right, son?” The Doctor held his shoulders. When Patrick nodded yes, he went to the counter and leaned on it to look the girl teller who was starting to stand up from her hiding spot. “You okay, miss?” The girl nodded yes, too. Even as two men slowly died in front of him, Patrick laughed. “What happened? What did you do?” “Later…” the Doctor stooped to get Rowdy’s gun while Robert kicked the gun away from the struggling body of Zeb. As Robert aimed to shoot Zeb again, the Doctor pulled his arm. “They’re dead. They’re dead.” “And thank you for saving my life…” Robert snapped loudly. Jill was checking her daughter and sons while the Doctor watched. The Doctor held Robert’s arms and put his hands from his arms to his shoulders. “And…thank you…for saving my life and the lives of all those here. There were far too many of them for me to take them all down.” Robert nodded. “It…it’s okay.” The Doctor kissed him full on the lips. “No, I mean it, thank you. For what you did…” He ended the kiss and held the side of the boy’s head. Robert looked at the shot Favor, red…something coming down from a can of paint from under the can which was firmly over a nearly unconscious Quinn, Lando and July dead or unconscious under a ladder, Toothless choked to death just near him, and Bolivar downed by a curtain. “But what…” Robert laughed. “…did you do?” “The most important question is just what did you do to your hair?” “Like it?” “It…it’s stylish…” “For what year?” “You should only know,” The Doctor said. “That’s something Jeremy might say.” “Know him well, do you?” “Do we ever know anyone really well?” Robert asked. “But yeah, I think I do.” “Can you get the sheriff for us?” The Doctor asked him. “I mean you’ve done enough but if you can get the…” “I thought you was the sheriff…?” “Let’s settle this with you…I am NOT the sheriff…” “If you say so, deputy. I’ll be right back…I’ll get you. I mean the sheriff…” Robert laughed and took off. “Cheeky lad…” the Doctor smiled. “I like that. Like him.” “Thank you, Doctor!” Taller was on his hands and knees but finally stood up. “Shut yur yap, cringing cur!” The Doctor snapped, putting an arm around the woman Jill, “You all right?” “Oh, yes, thanks to you.” Jill stooped to pick up the bag of money. “Doctor, I promise he wasn’t that stupid when he came to see me for work. At least I don’t think he was.” “Stupid has a way of covering itself up when money’s involved.” “Bodine?” Jill asked. “He’s all right, the Doc…Dr. Brule Adams has taken him.” “I have to go.” Jill blinked at the Doctor. “I can’t thank you enough…what you just…did…I’ve seen you around town but…you have no name but THE Doctor and somehow you’re doing impossible things with cricket balls.” The Doctor smiled as Jeremy rushed in with a half drunk Micha behind him. “Well, I discovered a talent, that’s certainly true. And it’s not just cricket…” he looked at Jeremy… “Erhm, balls…that I do impossible things with.” Jeremy smiled and joked. “Why, Doctor, whatever do you mean?” “Welp, whelp…poor orphan boy I took in…” Jeremy rolled his eyes. “…there’s baseballs, footballs, rugby balls, golf balls, tennis balls, volley balls, basketballs…” “Doctor,” Jill flirted, batting her eyelids, “…you gest…” “Snow balls…” The Doctor looked at Jeremy’s crotch, “General balls. Bare balls. Blue balls…” Jeremy smiled but tried to cover it up and frowned. The Doctor looked at Jill. His old ways of showing off for the ladies while trying put the boys in their place were gone but sometimes they resurfaced. Being as old as he is, kicking habits was both difficult and easy: difficult because the habit lasted so long and he seemed to remember how much a jerk he was in his 10th through 12th incarnations, maybe even his 9th as he wanted to be Alpha Male, stupidly. “But the Doctor has an eye for the ladies.” Jeremy snapped, “The devil!” “Uh, no,” The Doctor said to Jill. “No, to the devil or no to the ladies?” She asked. “Both, my dear.” July was alive and recovering, only one of two that were alive. “If I gets me way, you’re whole dirty gang will be killed the next time I get you and your men,” July gasped as Micah put him in hand cuffs and took him outside. “We have a gang?” Jeremy had rushed in and was at the Doctor’s side. “I guess we have?” The Doctor half asked. Eyebrows up. “If we do…” Jeremy started. “We’re not a dirty gang, are we?” The Doctor asked. “Of course not,” Jeremy smiled and puffed out his chest. “Uhm, Kent’s been shot…” “WHAT?” The Doctor let go of Jill who almost stumbled back in her big dress and recovered as the Doctor fled outside. Jeremy shrugged to her and followed. She pulled up her skirts and followed to reunite with Bodine. As the Doctor looked over Kent, who was on his back on a stretcher with Doc Adams and Micah, both of them young, Jeremy said, “He’ll be all right?” Both Doc and Micah nodded and said “yes” at the same time which made them look at each other and frown. “They’re SO doing it,” Jeremy said out loud. “Oh, did I say that out loud.” “You’ll be all right. My big super hero. My super man.” The Doctor kissed Kent’s face which made Kent go red with blushing and made Jeremy look both ways and more. “Take him to my office,” Adams said. “I’m suffering…” Kent gasped. He laughed. “You big baby.” Jeremy touched his leg. “Oh…oh my. Wow. You saved this here boy’s life, you did. Where’d he go?” Kent was taken away, moaning about his side. “Now, to the important things. Did you see that woman Jill?” “What about her?!” The Doctor seemed grumpy again. “She had one BIG VALLEY between her…” “I asked you to stop doing that!” The Doctor shot out. “Okay, okay,” Jeremy pouted. “Whoever marries her will have one big BONANZA!” “I thought…” Jeremy laughed. “Sure will. What about your coin?” “Oh that? It’s been in Toothless’s mouth and that’s a foul, dirty place…like Howard Stern sings.” “Anyone who finds it…” “Is welcome to it.” Micah put the badge back on the Doctor’s lapel. He almost punched the hottie but the young man slipped away. “I am not the Sher…” “You’re not Cher?” Jeremy put an elbow on the Doctor’s shoulder. “I could have told you that. Though if anyone has a chance of impersonating her…” “YES!?” The Doctor snapped, still looking toward Micah who fled down the dirt paths. “It’s not you.” “I should say not.” “This incarnation of you is too short.” “WHAT? Come back here! You and you!” “I guess you’re right. He wasn’t Supes.” Jeremy said about Clark, “Bullets will hurt him.” “Well, he’s not Superman. Not in this universe…” Jeremy looked. “Though he’ll be all right.” “He’s lucky to be alive.” “Good. I’m relieved.” “Thanks to ole Dr. Adams here.” Adams held out a bloody gloved hand. “You can call me Brule…” The Doctor gestured. He put two fingers to his eyebrow on his right side and saluted instead of shaking hands. “Sure he’ll be okay?” “This here big fella? Why he’ll be up on his feet in no time. It’s almost as if the bullets did not harm at all. Just grazed him. He must’ve been movin fast enough to avoid most of em. Like some sort of…” “Don’t says it,” the Doctor snapped, mostly to Jeremy who was wide eyed and ready to say it but to the doctor, too. “Oh, Brule Adams, it’s just that you’re a good doctor. A very good doctor, worthy of Doctors everywhere.” “Thanks for saying so, deputy…” “I’m not the deputy…” The Doctor said. “Sheriff then. Young Micah’s too young anyway.” “Take him away. He’s annoying me,” the Doctor smiled at Clark. The Doctor nodded to the two men to take Clark away on the stretcher. Robert was confiscating all the men’s guns for the Pony Express and even asked Micah if he could. As they took him, Clark grabbed the pants leg of the Doctor. “Doctor, be careful.” “Waa?” The Doctor bent his knees to get closer to Clark’s head. “That Robert rider. He said, when the fight in the saloon started, very clearly, said that he didn’t want them to kill you. Him.” “Naw. You must have misheard him.” The Doctor said and nodded for the men to take him away now. “No, wait. No, I didn’t. He said him. You. I think he’s after you. Stalking you.” “What?” “Just be wary, Doc.” The men had taken Clark to a safer distance away so the Doc could work on him. “Doctor?” “Huhh?” “The money. Looked strange.” “Well, Jeremy the money, huh, ha, regenerated over time, too.” “Very funny.” “Well, there is a natural evolution of the money of these United States.” As they walked, Jeremy wondered. “Doctor?” “Yes, Jeremy?” “I mean you sound British…” “Only on my…” Jeremy said it at the same time as the Doctor, “On my mother’s side, yes I know…I mean your mother’s side…” The Doctor frowned as his own predictability, then realized it was just because, finally, one of his traveling companions…not that Jeremy, or Jesse for that matter, were JUST traveling companions…finally knew him with a greater depth than say laymen like one called Moffat didn’t. He smiled. Jeremy continued as he didn’t notice the Doctor’s reaction as he was trying to watch where he walked. “…but just a thought as the Civil War isn’t but a few decades off…” The Doctor furrowed his face and darted his eyes around to lay on Jeremy’s face. “Jeremy!” He put his finger his lips. “Shhhh…time görükle escort warp…” “…pollution, I know…” Jeremy remembered. “But with that on the horizon…” “Twenty years is a long time, Jeremy…” “Not to you. And nowadays, not to me…” Jeremy pondered quickly if the Doctor were just trying to change the conversation. “…anyway…in the American Revolution…” “You mean the rebellion?” “Yes.” Jeremy stopped walking and when the Doctor noticed…about ten steps later, he ran back to Jeremy, hoping to seem as if he weren’t avoiding the question…which he was. “I think you may have just answered my question.” “Oh, don’t go by that. I love me my revolutions, my boy. You’ve been in on one or two of them enough to realize that…” “One or two?” Jeremy screwed up his mouth. “Welllllll,” the Doctor tilted his head. “Depends on the cause and means and how and wherefores and wither to’s…” “Typical Doctor answer. BUT which side were you on?” “I…” The Doctor started to answer with a definitive answer. Then, he stopped. He thought. He looked puzzled. “Oh, no acting…” “No, Jeremy, not this time. I’m not acting. I don’t remember.” “Well, knowing your affinity with Britain…” “Not much for kings, though…” “This is true…” “I think…” He seemed to be struggling with memories of earlier lives. “I think at various times I was just trying to escape. From being hung.” “You ARE hung,” Jeremy joked. “Now who’s being funny?” The Doctor straightened his cowboy scarf and held his chin up. “But perfectly accurate. I AM hung.” “What do you mean? You were, at one time, not involved?” He laughed at that joke of his own. “Precisely.” If Jeremy had been chewing tobacco which he thought was a horrible habit, he would have spit it out but he was chewing gum and spit it out by accident. It was either that or choke on what the Doctor was saying. “Pick that up. Not sure chewing gum is supposed to be in this time.” The Doctor pointed and Jeremy did what he was told and quickly. He shoved it into a tissue in his pocket, which was another thing wasn’t sure he should have: a tissue not a pocket. “You see at one time, I was just an old guy knocking around with his granddaughter, trying to survive the times I landed in and keep inconspicuous.” “Incon…you?” “Yes. You know a lot of my past history.” The Doctor informed him. “Sure, I do. Jesse, too. But…okay, you didn’t get involved but what about…?” “I think later in my lives, I tended to take whatever side was the kindest. I mean in my sixth…no, it was my fourth…no, wait, my second or was it my eighth…?” “All the even lives, then?” Jeremy frowned as they walked again. “Yes, it does seem that way. Either way, if there were colonial atrocities going on around me and or my comp…my friends and the locals, I took the British side.” “Likely, I figured. You and I are on different sides then! For once, ay?” He elbowed the Doctor’s ribs. “Ow.” The Doctor looked at him as Jeremy paced ahead, proud of himself for a definite answer from the Doctor. “That’s as definite as I’m going to get.” The Doctor caught up to him. “As I was saying…in other lives, possibly, my first, or maybe my third, and my fifth, or possibly my seventh…maybe nine?” “Don’t start that again…” “I was on the other side. I mean on Long Island I saw atrocities on both sides!” “Both?” “Of course. You know nothing in time travel, especially Earth history is all that clear cut. The areas are often gray…ever read MY BROTHER SAM IS DEAD?” “Is that another of your brain farts, changing the topic again??!” “I do no such thing!” The Doctor snapped and Jeremy thought he noticed the Scottish accent buried under, come out. “I rrrreally rrrrsent that rrrremark.” “Yeah, okay.” “No. It’s entirely relevant. It’s an account, supposedly fictional, about such atrocities on both sides.” “Oh.” “I know it’s all truthful. Most of the characters really did live…then…orrrrr…” Jeremy imitated him. “Orrrrrrrrr…?” The Doctor shot him a nasty look. “…or…died as the sad case may be in that time.” “I always wondered about that.” “I…well, I always meant to go back and find out if I could make his brother Sam be alive…” “Getting involved?” “Of course…” The Doctor winked and turned back to walking, attention forward. “Jesus, you’re complicated.” The Doctor noted his use of the name of God, which Jeremy normally did not as he actually met Jesus and it had a profound affect on him. “Yes. When you lived as long as I have in this dimensional multi verse, it does tend to get complicated.” TARDIS 2:42pm “Collective?” Jesse strode past one of the many libraries and poked his head in. He looked around. Simone and K9 was shadowing him. He went to a console. “Computer, show me JESSE MCCARTNEY.” “Jesse A. McCartney was born to Ginger and Scot McCartney. He is the oldest of three children. He has a younger sister named Lea and younger brother named Timmy. He made his debut on TV as JR on “All My Children” (1970), but he has been pleasing audiences in Irvington, New York since he was 7. He toured nationally starring as Louis in the musical ‘The King and I’. He has performed on and off Broadway. He was part of the singing group, Sugar Beats, which was nominated for a Grammy. In 1999, he was picked from 500 other boys…” “Okay, enough of those Dream Street memories. Would be nice to see my folks again.” “Folks? What are you, Will Robinson or Opie?” “Shut up, Simone.” Jesse’s eyes darted to the left as if he was proud of the cat for being so sarcastic as well as versed in his universe’s popular and cult media. “Kay?” “Yes, master?” He stood up from the seat and looked down at K9. “You know you always sound like Jeannie when you say that.” “This unit does not register a Jeannie…other than a certain vacuum that…” “Shad yup, pup!” “Affirmative.” “You know shut up?” “Doctor Master has proclaimed it a number of times throughout this unit’s various incarnations, the memory banks of which all reside…” “Kay, K. How long has it been…” Simone telepathed. “I know who Jeannie is. Shall I blink him away?” “Simone? Can you go back to hiding in your corner of this lovely TARDIS?” “Well, I never…” “Doubt that, cat.” Simone huffed and left. Jesse sighed. “K9, how long has it been since I visited my parents and sibs?” “Your time or their time?” “Nearest you can figure, my time…” Jesse put a hand on his chin and the other on his elbow of that hand’s arm. “Approximately, one hundred years, a month, two days, and three hours.” “One…are you…? I guess it must be…that’s a long time. For them?” “That depends on when you reappear in their…your timeline…” “Yeah,” Jesse bent down to pat K9’s head, “Yeah, that’s sensible…I…we’d better make it soon.” As soon as he pet K9’s head, he thought he heard the unit purr like a dog…or a cat. He wasn’t sure. He thought he also heard Simone telepathically laugh. “Okay, time for lunch.” “Lunch was good,” the Doctor said in the saloon, which was still in the throes of being repaired. It was a day or two later in the OLD WEST town. “It was…” Jeremy said. “Let’s go back to the hotel…” “Cooped up in there? Why?” “Why do you think? I wanna fuck you.” “Well, I wanna fuck you.” “Well, we’re both versatile if the mood strikes us…soooo. Oh kay. Oh gay…” He whispered the last two words and leaned over the table, winked and gave an air kiss. “C’mon then!” The Doctor jumped up and they went to into the beautiful summer day, not a cloud in the sky, a bright pure blue overhead. In the town street, outside the saloon and the horse drink bay, Robert put his spurred heels down on the sand, determined. “DRAW!” The Doctor felt his pockets and pulled out a pencil. “How nice, something to be creative about.” “You dumb fool coyote…I might have shot you right there.” “Robert, you have no reason to shoot me, do you?” “Don’t you remember?” Robert asked, waving both his guns. “You killed…” “You?” “No! Not that! You’re the one… My father!” “Father!?” Jeremy said at the same time as the Doctor. “You don’t mean the Doc…Doctor is your father!?” “I should have named you Luke. Me? A father? I can’t have…chil…I can’t have for…well, it has been known to happ…I’m your…” “NO!” Robert snarled. “You killed him! You killed my father! You shot him, in cold blood!” “I what now?” The Doctor looked at the drawn gun. He put a hand to his head. “What now? I don’t rememb…” “What?” Jeremy saw the Doctor’s face. He turned to Robert, “He couldn’t have…” he turned to the Doctor and whispered, “You couldn’t have…could you? Would you?” “There’s something…” “Well, think! Try hard!” “Hard isn’t the way to do this.” The Doctor said and stood in front of Jeremy. Who then stood in front of the Doctor. “No, the Doctor isn’t a killer.” He turned to the Doctor, “What the fuck’s he talking about? Do you recall anyth…” “I might have repressed it. Or did I really forget? I forget if I forgot.” “You’re not making yourself very clear, Doctor.” Jeremy said through grit teeth. He turned to Robert. “Hold on!” He put a hand up, “Don’t shoot, okay?” “You, get out of the way. I won’t be denied my righteous vengeance.” “I didn’t think people talked that way anymore…” “Well, it is only 18…what is it?” “…41…” “Ahh, 41 BC, now that was…” “No!” “AD?” “Doctor! Try to remember what he’s talking about!” The Doctor’s jovial asides seemed to fade quickly as a thought hit him. “Jeremy, I may have shot a man to death…” “What? No. Your memory’s faulty…” “I heard him. That’s just what he did to my father. Shot him right through the heart and belly…” “I…” Jeremy turned around and put his hands on the Doctor’s shoulders. “Be thankful you’re living, and trust to your luck, and march to your front like a soldier. Gertrude Stein. Or was it Rudyard Kipling? You know when you actually meet them, sometimes one says what the other is famous for writing or stealing as the case may be.” “You forget quite a lot of things, don’t you? Important things?” “Well, no one’s perfect. It doesn’t make me the Evil One. Does it?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about. After all this time…” “That’s all right, don’t listen to me, I never do.” “If I may interrupt! I’m going to kill you so draw!” “Hang on a mo. I’m not even…” “Mo?” Jeremy and Robert both asked. “…wearing a gun!” Robert tossed him one and he caught it. “NOW DRAW or I’ll slay or flay you alive where you stand.” Jeremy whispered. “He can’t do that with a gun. It’s either…” “Shut up, Jeremy.” The Doctor pushed him behind himself and stepped forward. “I’m anaspeptic, frasmotic, even compunctuous to have caused you such pericombobulation.” Robert blinked. Jeremy looked perplexed. Jeremy whispered, seemingly catching himself cowering behind the Doctor and then standing up straight again, “Where did you get that from?” “Pip and Jan…nice couple. I forget if Pip was the man and Jan was the woman or if it was the other way round…” “Waa the fuck does it mean?” “I’m sorry if said anything to upset you?” Robert shouted out. “You have the gun…I don’t know what that last thing you just said meant but it sounded like…” He turned and smiled at on lookers, mostly old men, old women, young women, children, teenagers, and some Native Americans, Asians, and even dogs and cats. “…an insult which there means that I can shoot yer.” “Yer can…I mean you cannot,” The Doctor corrected himself and Robert. “How do I know it’s even loaded…” “He’s honest, Doctor. I can pouch for that. Vouch for that. His pouch was full of sper…bullets…” “Jeremy…” The Doctor said, only staring at Robert. “I know, I know. Shut up.” “This here is the longest draw gunfight I’ve ever not seen!” A fat old man laughed and his belly shook. The Doctor turned, pointed his gun, then realized his gun was pointing at the fat man and he pointed it down but yelled, “Shut up, fat man!” Robert blinked. “He’s right.” “Ohhh, that was rude. I wonder if parts of my tenth self are still jiggling around in there,” the Doctor jiggled his whole body. “Either from that troubled time of finding my sexuality with Rose…” “You do like to mention her a lot…” “That’s all right. I like me blonds with dicks attached.” Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Geeze sus.” “It could be from those degenerations…affected me memory or some of them…” “Like killing a man?” “Course, I don’t like killing a man. Or anyone or anything for that matter. I mean I even take flies outside…” The Doctor turned to Jeremy who started moving away from him, slowly, his back to Robert but moving carefully toward Robert and looking as if he were worried and upset with the Doctor for killing. “He gone done and shot my father in cold blood. My father had no gun.” Jeremy looked at the Doctor but spoke to Robert. The Doctor could see that small bit of lack of confidence in Jeremy’s face. “He wouldn’t…” Jeremy said anyway. “I know he wouldn’t do a thing like that.” The same way he wouldn’t let a great friend be taken to the past by angels? “Jeremy, I…” The Doctor started but then as Jeremy backed away, Jeremy winked at him to let him know he trusted him. The Doctor forced a smile. “Your trust…” Jeremy was almost at Robert. He whispered. “Now, you shut up, Doctor and don’t argue…” “Thank you, Harry.” Jeremy smiled. But then he dropped the smile. “You’re so weird. Every convo goes mental.” Robert knew Jeremy’s plan and when Jeremy’s back drew in close, Robert took one hand and shoved him away. “Keep out of this, lover boy. This is between me and the Doc there.” Jeremy recovered and turned to Robert. He took a step closer. “He…he doesn’t like to be called that.” “What?” “Doc, he doesn’t like to be called that. Look, if what you say is true, and I’m sure it isn’t…” Another step. “Jeremy, get out of there,” the Doctor said, too quiet for anyone to hear. He had a gun at his side. He was trying to figure out if he should use it. And with Jeremy so close and Robert holding his gun down… He spoke out louder, “Jeremy! Get out of there!” “Not a chance, Doc.” He turned to yell at him. Robert turned to Jeremy. “He doesn’t like Doc.” “I like him.” Jeremy stared into Robert’s eyes and then turned his back on the boy to the Doctor, speaking to them both. “I love him.” “Don’t matter. HE is the reason I trained so hard.” Jeremy tried humor. “I’d love to see how hard.” “Shut up.” Robert glanced sideways at him. “Shot mi dad like a dog. Made him suffer.” To that the Doctor said, “No! Not suffer.” “He ain’t human what he done to mi pa.” “In many ways he’s the most human of us all…” Jeremy turned to Robert and put two hands on his forearms. He had moved in closer. “What do you know about it?” Robert asked Jeremy. Jeremy knew if he tried to move Robert’s hands down he could get shot. So he tried the talk. “He’s filled with love and compassion. That way is coming soon for all mankind…” The Doctor lifted an eyebrow. “Was that…naw…?” He was sure it was. “Did you just quote Tina Turner from We Don’t Need Another Hero?” “What he done to my pa, he has no heart that one hasn’t…” Jeremy almost doubled over in laugher, which left Robert bemused and the Doctor amused. “No heart?” Jeremy tried to compose himself. “Man, he’s got more heart than …well, than all of us. As if he has two of em…” “What?” “He has two hearts…” “Is there anything else he’s got two of?” Jeremy snorted. “Listen, point is…leave him be…” “I can’t,” Robert had tears in his eyes. He rubbed his right arm on the right eye to prevent the water leaking out to be seen. Jeremy saw it and felt compassion in his own heart. Jeremy was sideways to Robert. “He…he saves lives. Lots of lives. He’s a peace maker. He makes things right. He knows what he’s doing. I mean he usually jumps in and makes things right. If he killed your father, I know it wasn’t him. Life…all lives mean something to him.” “He took my pa’s or ain’t you been…listen…” Robert poked the gun at Jeremy’s navel. “Get outta here or I’ll plug ya…” “Robert, look at yourself…do you really wanna kill me?” “I’m…sorry.” Robert moved closer to Jeremy and for a moment Jeremy thought that the boy was going to hug him tightly. And he grew hard from that. Instead Robert said, “Two hearts, huh? I’m gonna shoot him both of those two hearts. More than once and then in his gut and belly, just for good measure!” He shoved his elbow into Jeremy and nudged him with his other elbow, shoving him, then using his knuckles and hand, as much as the six shooters would allow. This shoved the tall blond actor out of the way so forcefully that it knocked Jeremy down. Robert moved three steps forward. “Now, Doctor, I’ll say again, draw!” Support Nifty! fty/donate.html

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