Sorry it's taking so long to get through Russia. I've been busy and I've had family issues… Anyhow, I don't own Bleach or Doctor Who. Boyars are the nobles of Russia. Either this chapter or the next will conclude the chapter on Russia and the Ninth Doctor. Thanks to all my readers! Please Review!

Chapter 3 - Ice Lords and Chaos

"Who wishes to have an audience with the Ice Lord?" proclaimed the reptilian creature sitting upon an ice throne in the heart of a labyrinth of a mountain palace. "I am Lord Iecara Vararus of the Royal blood of King Caria of Mars!" growled the Komodo dragon. Through lineage alone, this beast became king. He wasn't that bright, but he knew how to send an army out and destroy any world. His father was a proud Komodo dragon, but he died when he was only 500 years old, reigning only 100 years… At the time, Prince Iecara was a joyful child of only 120 years old, before his father died, but now, 600 years later, even his breath chilled you to the very bone, without leaving you frostbitten.

A woman stepped forth. "I, Sophia Alekseyevna, Regent Tsarevna of All the Russias, ask for an audience with you, O, Lord of Ice." She spoke with dignified respect. She bowed before him slowly, for even in her thickest winter clothes made for the Russian climate, she was frigid.

The Ice Lord stepped of his throne and warmly received the Regent Tsarevna with whom he was working. The regent pulled herself up from the frozen floor of the palace. She looked around at the amazing creation that had been constructed. A dome fashioned in the era of the Mongol, full ice sculptures of every king the Martians from the beginning of their civilization, and a labyrinth to the throne room—to prevent people of foreign dignitaries from coming in unannounced—filled the mountain that overlooked the Time and Chaos Lords.

"What brings you back, Tsarevna?" hissed the dragon. His cold grey eyes looking upon her like some delicious meal, he was here to help his ally. After all, Ivan IV's paranoid mind was the reasoning he could help control the Russian throne here on Earth. "Are the Streltsy being of any assistance or are they causing another uproar?"

"No, no, they are quite pleasing. It's my younger half-brother, Peter, he's been trying to usurp me and the other tsar, Ivan, my true brother… I thought that if I sent him and his mother out to Serbia so he could grow up, I could implement some laws for my people, but he proved to be a pain in the ass, even in Siberia. I tell you this because he has returned to Muscovy and I wish to overthrow him. I was wondering if you would consider helping my family since you helped Grand Prince Ivan IV create the Streltsy almost a hundred years ago?" the regent said with a crooked smile on her face.

"Thank you for the meal, Jason. It tasted like my mother cooking." said Ivan, with a smile on his face and a hand over his stomach, rubbing it to help digest the meal that had been eaten. "You are quite welcome, comrade. Consider it an apology for earlier." Jason said with a small smile that beamed from his face to his new friend. "Well, now that we've eaten, we should be getting along to the Kremlin." the Doctor said bluntly. The five of them went outside of the tent that the dæmon had summoned and saw a set of sleds. A full team of Siberian huskies were attached to both sleds.

"What… What magic is this?" shouted Ivan terrified. "No magic, I found a couple of wanderers that had no use for them anymore and decided to take the teams. How else do you think I found you all so quickly?" remarked the captain as he cozied up to the soldier… Jason opened his fan and gently blew Jack in front of the soldier up to one of the sleds, a good 30 feet in front of the soldier.

As they sped to the Kremlin, the Doctor and Rose took one sled, while Ivan and Jack took the other, much to Jason's dismay. Jason was running at full force to keep up the two sets of dogs, with his arms stretched out to either side, holding his fan wide open. "How much further, Ivan?" Jason shouted. Just as he had said those words, he saw the Kremlin just in sight. "About twenty minutes, now!" yelled Ivan. Finally, the Doctor was going to meet with the Tsars, but it would be not a pleasant event… Jason was already crying. He pulled back a bit and pulled out the leather-bound book. He just stood there, caressing the leather, muttering an inaudible sentence. He looked up, taking a deep breath, placed the fan straight out in front of his body. He drew a circle in the air and pressed his hand covered in black to the circle. He opened the door he had created and walked through, trying to prevent any more tears from falling on his frozen face.

Inside the Kremlin, the other "door" opened to allow Jason to walk through. He had sort of overshot where he was wanting to land for he certainly didn't mean to find himself in the grand throne room where Tsars Peter and Ivan were sitting on their double throne. The Imperial Guards bore their sabers, poleaxes, and muskets at the intruder. Jason looked around, dropped his fan, and dropped to his knees. The Doctor is going to hate me for this… thought Jason as he bowed before the Tsars.

The Doctor knew something was happening. "Jason's in trouble…" He said with no emotion. "Fantastic…" he continued with utter disdain. "How do you know he's in trouble? We just saw him about ten minutes ago outside the city… And he hasn't caught up with us yet!" Rose looked worried, for despite the dæmon frightening her, she was beginning to like him. "Bloody hell! Can't he do anything without getting captured?" said the Captain in an annoyed voice.

Ivan looked at the Doctor with concern written all over his face. "What must we do to save him, Doctor?" "We've got to gain an audience with the Tsars. And that won't be easy unless we barge right in there." "Leave that to me." Jack said coyly. "No! Rose, you and Ivan are going to meet with the Tsars. Jack, you and I are going to cause a little chaos." the Doctor said with a smile. "You are not going to like where we're going to have to go, Jack."

"All troops: Prepare to invade the Kremlin!" shouted Iecara. "We are going to storm the Kremlin with the Streltsy and overthrow Peter!" A roar of triumph resounded with in the mountain. The Regent Tsarevna had left the mountain and was now on her way back to the Kremlin in her royal carriage. She was finally going to be Tsarina, not just a regent. She had wanted the power of the tsar because she was tired of letting her half-brother take her chance of wearing the crown. After all, why had she even began to work with Prince Vasily Vasilievich Golitsyn in the first place if everything was for not? I even got Kiev back from the Polish three years ago, a feat my father and Feyodor were unable to accomplish. This insurrection will work, or it will be the last thing I do! I will have the full power of the Russian autocracy, it's mine by right! I'm older than both Peter and Ivan! How dare the boyars elect Peter to be tsar! They just simply over-looked Ivan, until I mentioned my brother! I'm not going to let that little bastard get away with this! By this point, the Tsarevna was boiling mad...

"Aren't you listening to me? Your sister, the Regent Tsarevna, is going to try to overthrow you! You must believe me!" Jason was begging. "Why should we believe you? You come at us with a weapon of Mongol decent!" Tsar Peter explained, looking at the two meter fan on the floor. "I don't believe him, Peter. My sister would never do something like that to me." Ivan said matter-of-factly. "Yeah, she'd never do that to you. I, on the other hand, have felt her wrath. Guards release him!" Peter stated in a commanding voice. "Now that I have spared your life, prove it." "Of course, sire." Jason said as he bowed before him, with fan in hand.

They were dressed in a rustic orange shirt with golden patterns embroidered on it. Complementing the shirt was a pair of slacks with a row of black running up the outside seam. A cape made of rustic orange and elegant, embroidered designs graced their shoulders, each with a staff and saber. They wore a minish cap decorated with golden beads and diamonds. "Doctor, what are we doing?" Jack mumbled. "We're just a couple of boyars wishing to see the tsars and pay tribute." the Doctor replied with a grin on his face. "I feel ridiculous! I want my overcoat and my gun." Jack complained. And with that, the two boyars waltzed the Kremlin to see the tsars.

Unbeknownst to them, the Ice Warriors had already place a small squad inside the halls of the great palace and were on their way to find Tsar Peter…

A/N: The next chapter is a bit longer because I absolutely had to end it... but it does contain the yaoi (at the very end, (boo!)) so if you don't like, don't read...