A/N: This is a detailed side story for my Doctor Who AU 'Verse. It's 'All About' Jamie and the Doctor. How they met, what adventures they had, and finally why they were parted. It's a prequel to Doctor Who and the Great Eclipse even though I'm writing it now, and mean it to be read in conjunction with Doctor Who and the Tangled Web. This is meant for those folks with no exposure to the second Doctor. This chapter covers the serial "The Moonbase". Scenes that don't have either the Doctor or Jamie directly involved will not be included. Transcripts of the episodes are used as reference for dialogue, along with photonovels where the BBC has lost / destroyed them. Inspiration and Titles come from the T.a.t.u song "All About Us" that was used for the video featuring this ship. See TARDIS Parking for the links to both Transcripts and video.
OtherMeWriter, Kyer, thanks for the reviews. I went and looked at the images of the second doctor again and am changing the eye color from 'gold-brown' to 'gray-brown'. of all the color pictures I've found only one shows him with 'blue' eyes. All the others his eyes look light brownish.
Part Three
And it's all about, It's all about…
Verity was angered. The Time Lord who had rescued her from a certain doom was the most stubborn, bullheaded, arrogant, and unfortunately, mentally powerful Gallifreyan she had ever met. Not that she had meet many, but when he wanted her out of his mind there was no forcing him back open. She supposed that she pushed too hard. She flickered the lights at him in anger, tossed him about, threw a hissy fit until she was tired of doing so and then stubbornly materialized them on the moon in 2070 just like she was going to in the first place. So – there. "Everything back under control again," the Doctor contended. She snarled at his mental walls. Damn him.
Jamie stood up and rubbed his head where he's bumped it, "Oh, thank the lord for that. You know, Doctor, I'll never ask you to do that again." The Scotsman can hear the TARDIS grumbling but can't figure out why.
The Time Lord stares at the piper as he hears what the ship is saying through Jamie, and slowly lowers his own mental shields. "There wasn't any call for that," he scolds her. For once she doesn't jump right back with her need to bond, instead sending him a tentative curl of greeting.
"Anyway, Doctor, you... you've done it. It's Mars! It must be. You've landed the TARDIS exactly where you said you would," says Polly looking through the scanner.
Ben frowns, "Hey, wait a mo! This doesn't look like Mars to me." Polly asks him how he knows. "I have seen pictures of the moon surface and that's what this looks like," he replies.
"That's the moon?" Jamie looks to the Doctor for an answer and so does Polly. The bad thing is the Time Lord really wanted to show off Mars. His face falls into a frown and he nods.
"Oh well, you weren't too far out, were you? Only two hundred million miles!" Ben says as he laughs.
"All right, let's move on - while we can," the Doctor is quite serious about leaving and turns to the controls.
"Now wait a minute! You don't expect to land us on the moon and let us fly off just like that, do you?" exclaims Polly. Ben joins in with her badgering to look around.
But it's Jamie's look of wonder that changes his mind, "That picture canna be the moon? The moon's way up in the sky." Of course making sure they remember to wear space suits is kind of tricky. He decides that they will take a quick look around, a half-hour tops. After giving it some thought Jamie said, "Maybe we'll meet the old man in the moon."
Ben humors him, "You won't meet anybody mate if you don't get some gear on."
"What? Oh aye," Jamie agrees.
Once the are properly suited up they step out on the moon's surface. They look around and the Doctor begins to get a strange sensation that perhaps his ship has brought him here for a reason. He doesn't like this, not one bit. He's ready to get back inside the TARDIS and leave. "It's deserted," he claims.
Jamie is walking near him, "Yeah, I don't think I like it."
Polly's sighting of lights just make him worry all the more, even though she's the only one to spot it. And then he suggests that they jump… Stupid, stupid… he should have known better. Jamie doesn't know his own strength and goes flying over the side of the crater they've landed in. They rush to find him and discover that there is a Moonbase over the next rise. Jamie's managed to knock himself out by landing on it.
They start to head that way when some men step out of an airlock and move over to Jamie's form. The Doctor closes his eyes and tries to not groan as the lad is carried inside. "Come on, let's go," he orders as he sets off to get his Scotsman back. Wait… did he just think his? Oh, for the love of Rassilon! He did, didn't he? Damn. Damn, Damn, damn. He reaches the door and bangs on it, Ben and Polly right behind him. Suddenly it slides open. He strides inside. Once they are all through the door closes.
As they exit the sterile room they hear "Nils, speaking. We, er... We got a bit of a flap on up here... Mr. Hobson wants a word with you all..."
Two men step up to them. The leader says, "Hello. Where did you lot spring from? Don't tell me the shuttle rocket arrived already?"
"No, it hasn't."
The other man says, "There was another one with them, sir. Bob taken him along to the Medical unit. He's all right. He's just knocked himself out or something."
"We don't want to cause you any trouble. Just let us collect our young friend and we'll be off," says the Doctor.
He's rather ignored in favor of Polly being escorted to the location where Jamie is. Instead they learn that this is the Earth's weather control station, using the Gravitron and the year is 2070. And the station is suffering from a plague. Something in downing the workers left and right. In fact three men in the last two hours have fallen ill and it seems to have just started happening. Even worse, someone or something is listening in on every communication the base makes.
The Doctor quickly steps in to assist asking to be taken to the sickbay, where Jamie is. The same man, Bob, that had taken Polly there, steps up to escort he and Ben. The room has twelve beds and six are filled. Two of the beds seem to have individuals that are deceased on them as they are totally covered. Three have base personal who are covered with black vein-like marks across their skin. The final bed has Jamie in it. He moves up to the lad as Polly finishes her study of the instruments and begins attaching an automatic emergency regulation unit to the Scotsman's chest. "Is this how its goes, Doctor?" she asks.
He nods and puts a hand on Jamie's face to asses his condition personally, taking some comfort in the instant surge of psychic energy that flows between them, "Yes, that's right. Then, this unit automatically controls the pulse, the temperature and the breathing."
"A sort of electronic Doctor," Polly says.
He frowns, "Yes. Almost got stripe trousers."
Ben moves over and studies the instructions, "It even gives you medicines too."
The Doctor says absent-mindedly, "Yes. It will do very nearly everything." He's gently checking Jamie's eyes and feeling his temperature. Really, the lad should be awake to make sure he doesn't suffer from brain damage. The fact that he's running a fever is odd though. He must have picked up something from the last stop, or the slave ship he was on before that. Jamie, lad? Can you hear me? He gets a mental groan back. Hold onto the link, Jamie. I've got a very bad feeling about this place and I need you to recover. The lad's mind grips the link like a child clutches a stuffed bear. Good, Jamie. Very Good.
"--can't be nice to him. How do you think he is, Doctor?" Polly was asking when he resurfaced out of the deep mental contact.
"Oh, he's not too bad. He's a bit concussed and feverish but he'll be all right with rest."
Jamie groans softly, having followed the Doctor back to awareness. He grips the Doctor's hand, "The Piper! The McCrimmon Piper! Don't let him get me!" he begs as he tries to sit up. The Time Lord puts his other hand on his shoulder, skin to skin, gently guiding him back down. The tingling sensation seems to reassure the lad and he settles somewhat quietly.
"Piper?" Jamie's aware enough to mentally relate the legend of the McCrimmon Piper, a spirit that appears to guide his clan to the beyond. He's frightened of it, and keeps picturing an out of focus human shape that is light in color. Meanwhile Polly's telling him what she's gathered from listening to Jamie mumble. He puts up a hand, "Has this phantom piper appeared to Jamie yet?" He's not getting a clear image of that from Jamie one way or the other and that bothers him.
Disbelieving Polly says, "You don't believe it, do you?"
He looks at her, even though he's loath to take his eyes off Jamie, "No, but he does. It's important to him."
"He keeps asking to keep the piper away from him."
"Good. We can see if we can do just that," the Doctor walks away deep in thought over the puzzle in front of him. He doesn't listen to the spat that erupts between Ben and Polly, but then one of the other men groans and he diverts his attention that way. Polly darts over there, "Don't get too near. Have a look on his chart."
Polly looks at the chart, "It's Dr. Evans."
"Oh, yes. The station doctor. He was the first one to get it."
"He looks one of the worst," Polly says as she eyes the other two.
Something about this is not right. He frowns, "There's something about this epidemic that I... I just don't understand. It's not like a real disease at all! It's almost like...
Ben interrupts him, "Not real! What more do you want?"
Sidetracked he says, "I don't know. But there are certain signs and symptoms, which don't add up." The Doctor studies Ben for a moment and then makes a decision, "Ben, I want you to go to the control room and keep an eye on things." The sailor asks what he's to do. "Give a hand, do anything but keep your eyes and ears open." Ben nods and leaves the room. The Time Lord looks back at the sick; "There's something very wrong indeed." He wanders away to do some investigation on his own. It takes quite a while and when he returns Polly is asleep in a chair. Well they didn't exactly pause between picking up Jamie, saving the world, and landing here, did they. He wonders when the last time it was that she slept.
"What is that?" She starts awake.
He moves over to her, "Shhhh, it's all right Polly. It's only me. We don't want to wake everybody up do we?" He watches as he rubs her forehead as she checks on Jamie again. She's exhausted. "You look if you can do with some sleep yourself."
"I'm all right," Polly looks at what the Doctor has found, "What have you got there?"
"Oh, I been doing a little investigation." He holds up a strip of silver metallic material that she mistakes for silver paper. It's not. She asks what it is. He lies, telling her that he has not a clue. There are cybermen here, and this is a bit from one of their casings. That much he knows, having been driven to regeneration by the monsters. The lights change, indicating a sleep cycle.
Moments later Dr. Evans screams, tossing restlessly, feverish, clearly fighting something. The Doctor narrows his eyes at this. Polly tries to get the sick man's attention but he's not experiencing reality quite correctly at the moment. He whispers, "The hand. No, don't touch me. No. The silver hand." Then he screams again and – dies. Only the Doctor can sense faint mental energy lingering in the man's brain and suspects that he's in stasis. But why?
He informs Polly that he is going to inform the station leader of the events. When he arrives at the control room he finds out that another man has gone missing. Out of nineteen station personal they are down two. The head scientist comes back with the Doctor at the news about Evans. When they arrive back they discover that Evans' body is gone too. The Doctor narrows his eyes. Something is wrong, but he can't put a finger on it right away. The station leader blames them for the missing body. Polly swears she saw a shadow leaving the room. He's bothered by something. He needs to put some space between himself and Jamie so he can think.
Jamie's half-awake, clutching to the link, and terribly thirsty. He moans, "Water. Water." Polly gently touches his arm and tells him that she will get him some, as his glass is empty already. He tosses and turns; then the sound of the door opening makes him snap awake. Sitting up, he's face to face with the creature of his nightmares. This he associates with death, "It's you! The phantom piper!" The silver man-shaped creature advances on him. "No! No, I'll not go with ya." He can see clearly now that this is not human, and likely never was. Hazy memories of fighting these monsters float in his mind's eye and he sees an old man collapsing from the effort of battle, death hovering over him. Then the white-haired man shifts with a golden light into his Doctor. The creature leans over him, and he sends a wave of panic down the link, "Do you hear me piper? No, leave me." It backs away. "Leave me, I'll not go with ya. Do you hear me? Leave me. No, I'll not go with ya." Jamie's slipping back into delirium from the shock. Somehow he knows this thing is death personified. The cyberman moves to another bed. "I'll fight ya every inch of the way," he mumbles as the other patient stirs. The cyberman picks the man up off the bed. "I'll not go with ya. No."
The patient screams, "No!" and he struggles with all his might, but is no match for the silver robotic creature. The cyberman slings him over a shoulder.
This brings Polly back into the sickbay. She hears Jamie, "Leave me piper. No, leave me, I'll not go." But what causes her to freeze is the cyberman who is still in the process of making its exit. She screams. The water falls from her hand and splashes all over the floor. That brings the Doctor, the station leader, and two workers into the room.
"Polly!" The Doctor moves over to her, while the station boss demands to know what is happening. "Polly, what's happened?"
She nearly throws herself into his arms, "Oh, Doctor! Doctor, it was horrible. A great creature like a... like a Cyberman," she starts to cry. He knows they are here, but he needs to calm her, reassure her. Polly looks at him, her mind putting the pieces together, "Yes, but Doctor, the -the Cyberman was carrying one of the patients out!"
Jamie sits up, "I'll not go with you!" The Doctor looks over to him and sends a wave down the link. The clear image of a cyberman is pressed back at him. They look different, a new model, but yes, these are cybermen.
The station boss, Hobson, makes Polly go over the story again, dismissing the cyberman part and demanding to know where his three missing men have gone. Ben comes into the room and takes a position to back Polly up. The Doctor moves to Jamie and puts a hand on his arm and gently coaxes him back to sleep. The Scotsman looks at him and grips his hand trying to understand what it is that they've encountered. The Time Lord mentally explains about the soulless metal men from the tenth planet of the Sol system named Mondas. Jamie surprises him by thinking back, They killed you. He grips the lad's hand tighter. How in Omega's name did Jamie know that?
He's not given the time to ponder this, however. Hobson stomps over, "What do you know about all this?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." He lies through his teeth, and makes himself believe every word of it.
Glaring he says, "That's enough! Now let's have a little calm thinking. For the past two weeks a completely unknown disease has appeared in the base. People drop in their tracks; they develop this black pattern on their skin. Then some of the patients disappear, right?" He turns back to Ben and Polly, "Well, they can't leave the base without wearing space suits, there are no space suits missing, so where are they?"
"You think we did it. That we caused your people to get sick?" Polly says in amazment.
"Oh, come off it, we haven't done a thing!" Ben exclaims.
Hobson narrows his eyes, "That's as maybe. I don't know who you are, what you are or where you come from..." He shifts to include the Doctor in his glare, "...but you can get off the moon now."
"Yeah, well that suits me fine. The sooner the better!" Ben says as he marches to the door.
Sadly the Doctor says, "No Ben, we can't go yet." The sailor stares at him in disbelief and demands to know why. The Time Lord slowly releases Jamie's hand, "There is something evil here and we must stay."
"Evil? Don't be daft!" Hobson says.
"Evil is what I meant. There are some corners of the universe which have bred the most terrible things. Things which act against everything that we believe in. They must be fought. This disease, for instance. It isn't really a disease at all but I can help you with it. You'll see. I'll find the cause for you." Hobson challenges him to do just that. He assures the man that he can and he will. The station boss gives him twenty-four hours to make good on the claim. He gets directions to the equipment and sets to work straight away, sending Ben and Polly off to collect samples of everything they can find on the base. He then sets off to do likewise.
Once he's collected a tray of samples he heads back to the sickbay and discovers that Polly is lying on the floor, "Polly! What's happened? Polly!" He can't wake her. But after a quick examination he realizes that she's been zapped by a cyberman's weapon. He carefully moves her into a chair and sets to work. Polly comes to, aware of the Doctor talking to himself, "Ttt. Nothing. Absolutely nothing." She watches him stand up.
"Isn't there any clue at all?" she asks.
He looks over at her, glad that she's awake. "No. It's a complete blank. All the tests are negative. As far as I can see this whole ridiculous place is completely sterile!" But then… perhaps he's looking for the wrong thing? Could it be poison? He no longer has a patient to check that for. After making sure that Hobson doesn't come barging in on him he sends Polly out to make coffee for the crew so he can think about this some more.
Finally he decides to just tell Hobson the truth. This 'sickness' is not caused by a disease. Then Polly comes back with the coffee and the Doctor witnesses a breakthrough moment when one of the men is stricken with the 'disease' as he's watching. It's the sugar. It's the sugar when combined with the coffee! "Don't drink that!" He smacks Hobson's coffee out of his hand before he can drink it. "It's the sugar! Don't you see? That's why the disease doesn't affect everyone. It's the sugar in the coffee, not everyone takes it!" He carefully picks up the container and carries his untouched coffee back into the sickbay and over to the microscope. He puts some sugar onto a slide then looks. Nothing. He snags a dropper and puts some coffee on another slide and looks. Nothing. Then he puts some sugar into another container, adds some coffee and stirs it.
"What are you doing?" Hobson demands as he stalks up to the little rumpled man.
"Just be patient," the Doctor snaps at him. He prepares a third slide with the sugar-coffee solution and examines this under the microscope. Something has started to move in the solution. As he watches one of the not quite dissolved grains of sugar breaks open like an egg and reveals another of the organisms. "Just as I thought. A large, neurotropic virus." Hobson takes a look when invited, and draws a comparison to the space plaque. "No. It's a large, infective agent that only attacks the nerves. That's why the patients have got these lines on their faces and their hands. It follows the course of the nerves under the skin. I believe the Cybermen have deliberately infected the base." Hobson insists that there's not a single place where a cyberman could be hiding. But the Doctor looks around the room. Something tells him that three beds should be filled. Only two are. Jamie is in one. Who is in the other? He assumed it was a body. "You say you searched all the base? And only four of your men have gone missing?
"Yes. What of it?"
"Did your men search in here?" Hobson looks sheepish. "Did they?"
"Well... there are always people in here so they thought that..."
Oh hell… The Doctor grips Hobson's arm and whispers urgently, "Did they search in here?"
"No!"
The Time Lord moves over to the 'body' and flicks the edge of the blanket off its foot. "Oh no!" Polly says as the Doctor motions everyone back. "No! No! Oh no!" The Cyberman gets up off the bed having been exposed. It pulls a gun and advances on them. Hobson finally realizes that the Doctor's been right all along. The creature shoots one of the crewmen who tries to attack it. Then a second one appears in the opposite doorway.
"Remain still," it orders. Then it directs all but Ben and Polly to move into the control room. The other Cyberman goes with it after it informs the two humans, "You will remain here. If you leave you will be converted like the others."
They are left with one infected patient and Jamie. Ben looks at Polly, "I don't like that word - converted." She makes a face and shakes her head.
The Doctor discovers that these Cybermen recognize him. Meaning that he'll be seeing them again in their past but his future. They intend on destroying earth. Or trying to. He has to stop them. The first step is to drive these two from the base, or destroy them. Just his luck… he's fresh out of gold.
Jamie wakes finally. He's feeling much better. The Doctor's mind brushes his and he smiles before trying to get out of bed. Polly spots him and rushes over, "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" She feels his forehead and notices the temperature is normal, "You seem to be better."
He tries to sit up the rest of the way, "Aye, I feel myself again."
"Lie back there!"
"But I'm better!" he protests, sitting up all the way. Then he puts a hand to his head, "Oh, my head." Polly smiles at him and tells him that he wasn't seeing his phantom piper after all. "It had me worried though, I admit that."
Ben comes over. "Those Cybermen have got us all worried mate. We see them in action before."
"They must have some weakness." Polly says.
"Well, in my day, they used to sprinkle witches with holy water," Jamie tells her.
Ben laughs, "Fat lot of use that would be on them."
"Sprinkle... Holy Water... Ben! Their suit is a metal of some sort, but the chest unit is plastic. If we mix up a chemical that dissolves plastic…" She turns to the chemical shelves. "Now what sort of solvents do we need for that?"
Ben looks over at Jamie totally mystified at what direction Polly is taking this plan of hers. The Scotsman shrugs and takes advantage of the situation to get to his feet and find his clothes.
Unknown to Polly, Ben and Jamie a third cyberman has entered the base, bringing with it the four men that had been removed previously. They order all the workers against the far wall. They then use the controlled men to work the Gravitron, intending to have the earth destroyed within the next twelve hours.
Polly is madly brewing up a solvent cocktail. She finds the little bit of silver material and studies it a moment. There, on the edge of it is a tiny flake of cybermen's plastic. She carefully cuts it away. Only one chance at this, so she better get it right.
"I still don't know what you are on about," Ben says.
"We haven't got gold, do we? But the chest unit is their weak spot anyhow. We melt that…"
"I get it! It will clobber their controls or something."
"Yes, that's it. I've only got one tiny sample to test it on, however."
"Make up a mixture." She does so. Then they test it and it dissolves the cyber-plastic and the plastic bottle nearby. "And lets put it in these thin glass test tubes." Ben suggests.
The Doctor leans over to Hobson back in the control room. The station leader says, "Why have they gone to so such trouble? Why didn't they operate the control themselves?"
Now that is a good question. Funny. "Funny." To go to all that trouble to make the men do the work. Why? "Do it themselves, easy." They're using the men as tools. Why? "Don't know." Yes, I do though. "There must be something in there they don't like." Pressure? "No, no." Electricity? "No." Radiation? "Maybe." Grav... Gravity! Now there's a thought. Gravity. "Oh yes, Gravity!" He looks at Hobson, "It's the Gravitron itself, the gravity field it generates."
The earth tries to contact them and the cybermen prevent them from answering. Once the transmission stops Hobson whispers, "If they don't get our next transmission, they'll send up a relief rocket."
Back in the sickbay Polly and Ben are filling test tubes while Jamie stoppers them with rubber corks, "Poar," Ben chokes, "What did you put in it?"
"Let's think... Belezine, Ether, Alcohol, Acetone and Profane." They finish up and split the containers. "Now, come on." She says.
They all head to the door, "Not you, Polly. This is men's work." She rolls her eyes and keeps following them. "I thought that I told you to stay behind," Ben scolds her.
The reach the control room. "I'm coming with you." Jamie starts to protest and Ben gives him a headshake. Once Polly's got in her head to do something it's impossible to stop her.
Instead Ben gives final instructions before they head into battle, "Now look, we only have one chance at this. When I open the door, drop down as low as you can, aim the bombs at their chests. Keep throwing and moving. Don't let them hit you. Right?" Jamie nods. He's been in battle; he knows what to do to survive. Besides his Doctor is there. Ben glances through the window in the door. "There are three of them. Ready?"
Even as the cybermen become aware that someone is outside the door the Doctor senses that Jamie is there and that a plan is underway. He's suspected that the controls on the men are sonic, so he backs up a step into one of the unmanned control banks. The first cyberman moves toward the door and the Time Lord shifts the controls causing a shrill tone to fill the room. The men working the Gravitron start to jerk about then freeze. The third cyberman fights with the control box.
The second cyberman aims his weapon at the Doctor as Jamie, Ben, and Polly burst into the room tossing test tubes at the silver man-shaped monsters. "Quick, get their chest things!" Ben reminds them.
Jamie rolls in front of the Doctor, pegs the cyberman with a double handful of solvent filled test tubes and then grabs the man and drags him into cover. Behind them the cyberman's chest unit dissolves in a mass of goo. Jamie looks at the Time Lord and pins him, kneeling, to the side of the console. They stare at each other. "Aye, thank ye," Jamie says before quickly leaning in and kissing the dark haired, gray brown eyed man on the lips for the briefest of moments. He then scrambles to his feet and is back in the fight, helping Ben and Polly. The Doctor sits there with a hand over his tingling lips, blinking.
It's the sound of the last cyberman falling that gets him to his feet, "What are you waiting for?" he rushes into the power room, "Get these things off their heads!" The quickly move the infected men back to the sickbay and take control of the station again.
Hobson says, "Now listen everybody. I don't know how many more of these Cybermen there are, but our point of view we are under siege. I'll reckon they will be back in a bit... Charlie, keep trying to get through to Earth. Right?" the man nods. "The rest of you, lower the armoured doors at all exits." He looks at the three with the solvents, "Make up as much of that gubbins that you got, we may need it." Polly nods and she and Ben rush back to the stores to find more solvents.
Then they play the waiting game. Jamie suggests that they take a bit of a walk to "check the armoured doors" although the Time Lord gets the impression that he's thinking about something else entirely. He decides to humor the lad. Jamie steers him into an alcove, "Remember when we were in that wee cage?" The Doctor nods. "I'm not a bairn, Doctor. It's dangerous traveling with you. I gather that if I'm going to survive it I'll need to live every second as if it's my last." He pushes the dark headed man farther into the shadows until he's got him up against the wall. "If I die before my next breath, I want there to be no regrets."
"Jamie?" The Doctor isn't quite sure where the lad is going with this.
"If I don't do this, I will regret missing this moment," Jamie puts his hands on the Doctor's face and kisses him. The Time Lord is rather surprised at how bold the Scotsman is being. Kiss me. The order ripples across his mind like lightening dancing across a thundercloud. He puts his hands on Jamie's arms and timidly responds, not exactly sure how to do this as a two-person activity. Jamie doesn't let that bother him. It's one thing to know what you want and totally another to know how to go about getting it. He shifts to work a knee between the other man's trouser clad legs. The contact even through the cloth makes him respond with a rush of heat. The Doctor lets out a gasp. Jamie pulls back slightly; resting his forehead against the other man's as the waves of energy wash over him. Look at me. Gray brown meets blue-green. The link snaps and crackles with the intensity of the physical reactions going on as nerves across both their bodies fire off in rapid waves. The Doctor groans slightly as Jamie shifts to press himself close against him, feeling what the lad in feeling on top of his own sensations, the racing tingles, throbbing heat, intense self applied pressure that is almost painful, thudding heart, and shuddered breathing. Let me feel you. Jamie watches the flickering expressions as the Doctor thinks about his request. He begins kissing the man's face, bracing himself against the wall, pinning the Time Lord there. Please.
Oh, this is going to be – intense. The Doctor can't deny Jamie. He's not overly sure on the wisdom of this, but he can't tell him no. He brings his fingers up to the lad's face, tilting it back slightly so he can look at this wonderful human. "Jamie – I will. But we should be sitting. Not as far to fall." The Scotsman gives him a smile that rivals the sun and leads him into the storeroom where they can lock the door. The Doctor removes his coat and his shoes. He settles down on one of the bags in the room. Jamie moves over and undoes his bow tie, kisses him, and sets down with his legs entangled up in the Time Lord's. He's trembling. A good part of that is arousal; some of it is fear. But he lets Jamie work his mind back into where it was before, strung out and shivering with need, and does something for the lad that he'd never think of doing with anyone else. He lets his shields all the way down so that Jamie can feel him feeling what Jamie feels into infinity. They sit there, frozen and panting for an eternal moment, neither one daring to move.
My lord… Oh… Jamie rocks slightly, increasing the pressure and intensity of their touch driving them both into a rapid ascent. The Doctor puts his hands on the lad's hips holding him still. Then he works his fingers under Jamie's shirt, touching off mini-explosions as he taps his way up the lad's torso. Jamie doesn't move, curious at to what he is going to do. He pulls the Scotsman in close suddenly and slides his hands down the spine. Jamie arches, pushing their groins together, flying apart in a thousand different directions. He's aware that he's feeling a different pulse along side his own, a separate shattering, they're falling together and feeling each other go at the same time. He rides it all the way out to the very last shutter.
Jamie feels like his arms and legs are noodles. The cool body under his has a very pleasant but inhuman pulse. Somehow they've ended up on the floor. "Jamie?"
"'em… We do that again, sometime?"
The Doctor laughs and hugs him, and Jamie is happy to notice that the shields are back in place. Yes. Sleep now. Drowsily the lad nods and wraps his arms around his Doctor. They both nap for a few hours. When he wakes up The Doctor has an idea, one that just might drive the cybermen off for good. He smiles at Jamie, and they both get themselves somewhat straightened out. He then heads off to find the station leader. When he does he asks, "Mr. Hobson, how far can the probe be lowered down?"
"About thirty degrees."
"That's no good." He gets a curious look from Hobson. The Doctor asks, "Can any other part be lowered?"
"Well, the main coil lenses can be shifted about without too much trouble but too much trouble..."
They are interrupted by several threats and attempts by the cybermen outside trying to get in, but eventually the Doctor manages to push his idea. He indicates the Gravitron, "How far down can this be aimed?"
"Down?" Hobson doesn't get it. But his second does. He rushes to move the field down to the lunar surface. They set up a relay signal system so that the cybermen outside don't know what they are up to. They are able to lower the field down to within six feet of the ground using the controls. Then they have to turn the safety off. The probe lowers and the cybermen are pulled up off the surface of the moon, ships and all. The station workers erupt into cheers.
"We did it! Ha ha!" the Doctor is delighted. Jamie beams at him. Hobson quickly gets everyone back to work. While the station returns to normal the Doctor and his companions slip away. They make rather a mad dash to the TARDIS. The Time Lord gets them inside and into the Vortex. "There we are. In perfect flight."
Polly rolls her eyes, "Yes, and look what happened last time."
"Oh, that. What a lot of fuss. Just a bumpy landing, that's all. It won't happen again," the Doctor tells her. The three companions exchange doubtful glances. After a moment of silence the Time Lord says, "I know."
"What are you up to now?" Ben asks.
"Let's have a look at the time scanner." He throws a switch. Well, you stubborn old machine, where are you insisting on taking us now, and why? Verity pops up an image.
"The what?" Polly inquires.
"The time scanner. Instead of the normal picture showing where we are it gives you a glimpse of the future."
Jamie can hear the ship thinking, Well you stubborn old coot, what do you make of this? "The second sight? Very dangerous," he warns.
"Oh nonsense. I haven't used it very much. It's--" he coughs, "not very reliable as you can see."
Polly looks at the scanner, "Doctor." He glances at her, "Oh, Look! Uhh!" She shivers with revulsion. The scanner is showing a giant crab like claw opening and closing.