This chapter will end the "episode." I'm sorry-it's not going the way I had imagined and I just have to let it flow through me. There will be the argument between the 9th Doctor and David/Jason in this chapter and hopefully I can move on to the 10th Doctor and Rose.

Chapter 4 – Daemons and Doctors

As the Doctor and Captain Harkness walked through the Kremlin, they had to fight their way through several burly men; after all, they were in Russia. What they didn't expect to see were Ice Warriors in amongst those Streltsy. "What are you doing here, Commander Cristatus?" asked the Doctor impatiently to the Ice Warrior standing in the hallway of the Kremlin. "Jack! I need some help here!" "I'm afraid he'ssss a bit incapacccitated at the presssent moment," the helmeted iguana hissed. The Commander looked at the Doctor with ray gun in hand. "Well, we'll just have to make things a little more even, won't we?" remarked the Doctor, as he used his sonic screwdriver to disarm the ray gun the commander held. "Guardsss, capture the Doctor." And with that, several Streltsy guards captured the Doctor, but not before the Time Lord could get in a few well-placed hits. The Commander walked in front of him, down the corridor. As they walked, he saw Jack being carried over the shoulder of one of the Ice Warriors…

How did a 17th century man capture a man from the 51st century? This is just fantastic… the Doctor thought to himself as he saw his friend of the burly man's shoulder. Well, that's one way to get him down: a blow to the back of the head…

Back in the throne room, Jason was wondering what the two tsars were planning. He saw them talking privately. "Excuse me, your excellencies," Jason began as he bowed before the thrones, "but may I ask what the date for today is? You see, I have been wandering for weeks on end and I needed some pla—" "Silence, abomination! You are a witch and we will not have a witch in our presence!" Peter roared in anger. Upon hearing the word witch, Jason's anger flared, his eyes began to be taken over by that black aura. No! I must remain calm. If I am to keep control of this body, I must stay calm. "Your excellencies, I am not a witch. I am more akin to what the Greeks would call a dæmon—a kind spirit that brings peace. I do not wish ill upon you, o, tsars of the Russias. I am simply here to seek warmth and food for a time and leave when I have sufficiently rested. I was separated from my group and my abilities took me to a place that was not where I intended to intrude." Jason said as he bowed before the men. "Peter, we must have pity on him. I sense no harm from him." Ivan spoke, calmly "Then tell me, brother, how it that he knew of our sister and her intentions to usurp the throne?" Peter replied to his brother tactlessly. "That is a good point, brother. Tell us, sir, your answer to my brother's question." Ivan looked at Jason through squinted eyes. "Very simply: As I traveled, I saw a royal carriage about forty miles from the city with a caravan of guards at a mountain. I thought I might ask the royal for some food and warmth, but instead I overheard a woman commanding the officers to 'spare my brother, but that bastard must die for me to assume power'. The guard then called her 'Regent Sophia' and I knew that I must warn you." Jason said with a slight coil to his words. He knew that he could not reveal he was from the future, but at the same time knew that he had to convince Peter to allow him sufficient time to find the Doctor.

The Doctor followed Commander Cristatus down a long corridor in the Kremlin. It was lined with gold and pillars with pictures of the various royal families that had lived there before. Cristatus opened a door and commanded the Streltsy to throw the Doctor and the unconscious Jack into the room. The Doctor marveled at the room. It was big enough to be used as a bedroom but was being used as closet—a water closet, at that. The other Ice Warriors bound the Doctor and took his screwdriver, as well as both of their sabers and staffs. Cristatus wasn't as incompetent as Slaar, but he took no precautions. All the Doctor could do now was wait, until either Jack woke up or Jason came to save him…

Rose and Ivan were trying to set a plan. "Little girl, you must wear this, it will prevent suspicious from coming upon you." "No! I ain't wearin' that! I don't know where's it's been!" Rose bellowed at Ivan. "Little girl, for your friends, they are in trouble, and we have got to save them. You care about that man, the Doctor, do you not? You are learning to understand that man, Jason, no? Then, please, for both their sakes, wear this dress so I can take you to see Tsar Peter. He will listen to me some, but I need someone to help me make him listen." Ivan practically begged Rose to wear the dress of royal purple. "I would not let just anyone wear this dress, it belonged to my mother, when Tsar Feyodor gave it to her." he continued, with a tear falling from his face and into his beard. "She meant a lot to you, your mum, didn't she?... I miss my mum, too… Alright, but no looking!" With that, Ivan left the room and a woman of the House stepped in to help Rose put on the dress.

Rose stepped out of the room and handed Ivan a coin. "What's this for? It's got a beard on it…" "Tsar Peter makes men who wish to keep their beards pay a fee and this coin is the signature that a man has paid to keep his beard. All the men in my family have lost their beards, but I could not. My mother loved my father and his beard and this is my memory of them." Ivan spoke as he inspected the British girl. "You will be as a duchess visiting. Your name will be Anastasia Frigoryia. I will take the blame for forgetting the mentioning of your arrival, Duchess of Westocania." He bowed to show his reverence. "You love him, don't you?" Rose spoke. "Love whom? I am a mere soldier. I follow the orders of my tsars and protect them at all costs." Ivan said. "I could ask you the same question. Or should I ask: You know Jason loves him, but refuses to speak up to him because of you. You have seen the glare of hatred that Jason gave you earlier more than once, have you not? And yet, you still stay with that man because you are falling in love with him." Ivan continued.

Rose stopped walking down the corridor to the throne room. "I… He… I have a boyfriend, but I left him for the Doctor… I don't know why, I just did. And yes, I do know that Jason is in love with him, but neither one of them speaks about it. I see Jason polishing swords, just staring at the Doctor in his leather jacket. He seems happy just being there with him. I can't… I couldn't possibly compare to Jason in loving the Doctor but I just… I just do. Is that wrong?"

"I understand, little girl, but sometime you need to ask Jason if it alright with him if you can flirt with his Doctor. He has loved him for a long time, it seems. He tries to act brave and strong but his emotions are right there on his sleeve ready to be seen and read." Ivan responded to the girl's confession, sitting on a bench in the corridor. "And to answer your question: yes, I love the Tsar. I know that it is forbidden but I have had the pleasure of watching the innocent little boy be used by his evil half-sister, sent away from his rightful home, and reclaim the throne as his own. I do love him, but like your friend, Jason, I could never have him for he is bound by duty to God Almighty and honor to his family for him to love me. Besides, what would my wife say? And my four children?" he spoke with his ring off his finger, in his hand, looking through it, at Rose. "I must suffer through it until one of the two of us dies. And I pray to God that it is I who dies first."

As he rose from the bench, he wiped away the tears that had stained his eyes red. Putting his ring back on, he continued, "But we must press on to find your friends and answer my question: Why does this Doctor man want to see the Tsars?"

The Doctor just waited in the loo with Jack. He didn't have a saber, a sonic—not as if it would do any good on the rope binding their wrists and ankles—or anything that would help. "Ugh… wha… what… Ow! my head!" the captain woke up grumbling. "Good, you're up… now help me get out of these ropes." the Doctor said flatly. "What happ– Where are we?" Jack mumbled as he sat up against the toilet. "Why are we in the bathroom, Doc?" "I don't know, Jack. I just followed Commander Cristatus—" "WHAT! Cristatus is here? Damn it!" Jack interrupted. "Yeah, he's here… But I'm worried about Jason. Something is wrong with him." the Doctor. "So, how are you two doing?" Jack asked inquisitively, while shifting to sit up against the toilet. "I don't know, he won't talk to me, and Rose…I think she's falling for me and it's never easy with a human." the Doctor admitted. "Yeah, I know all about that, but I was never that reliable. He seems to care, Doc." Jack said to his former lover. "How do you know? You haven't seen him in the TARDIS, all he does is polish his swords, watching Rose and I. He's always getting in trouble and it's… it's…" "Doc, let me tell you what I think: Jason probably enjoys watching you talk and rattle on, but he's probably thinking, 'I don't know what's wrong with me. I love that leather jacket. His crew cut is cute. This regeneration is a bit lanky, but he pulls it off well. I want to talk to him, but he's always feeling bad about the War. He always has some human with us. It's like my company isn't enough. I'm so worried about what he's thinking that I miss the details and I usually am caught for some reason. I wonder what he's thinking. I wish I knew.' You think about them, but not about him." Jack hit the nail on the head. The Doctor had always had focused on the companion than Jason, but when it was just them, he tried to show his affection. "Jack… could we not talk about this, it's awkward talking about Jason to you…"

Suddenly, the doors to the loo flew open. Rose, there in her purple ball gown, rushed over to the men. "Doctor, what are you doin' in t'e loo? Oi, Jack, are you alright? That's a big knot you got!" The two men were stunned at what they saw. The rather homely Rose Tyler with her blonde hair in curls dangling about her face in a royal purple ball gown that fit her figure perfectly looked stunning. Behind her, Ivan walked in. "Doctor, are you alright? I heard you and this man here talking. I did not understand, so I asked Duchess Frigoryia here to step aside as I broke the doors down. This will cost me a whole month pay." "Duchess?" the Doctor and Jack said together. "'Ey, no snickerin you two: you're in the presence of Anastasia Frigoryia, Duchess of Westocania. And you two are my escorts to see the Tsars." Rose proclaimed proudly, as the two gentlemen tried their best not to laugh, but to no avail.

"What have you done, Peter?" Ivan V questioned loudly. "Simple, I killed the traitors to the throne. Those who supported our sister are no more. I will not tolerate any distention among the boyars or the Streltsy." responded Peter simply. Jason looked across the room. Bodies piled everywhere, with piercings of the blade from which blood flowed like a river. He was used to this chaos, but Jason would not have killed them. He was hoping that some of them would have been exiled, like Prince Vasily Golitsyn. "Tsar Peter," Jason began as he bowed, "should it please you and your brother, I wish to go find my companions, for I do not think I should be here. There are—" "Nonsense, Jason, you were the one who told me of my sister's treacherous plot. You will remain in my sight until I have a chance to see her and hear her side of the story." proclaimed Peter.

At that precise moment, Jason's leather book fell out of his parka, a knock at the doors resounded within the chamber, and a creak was heard as the doors to the throne room were opened. "Presenting Anastasia Frigoryia, Duchess of Westocania and her royal escorts!" Jason's eyes lit up. His Doctor was here to save the day. "Forgive me your excellencies, I wish not to barge in on such an important matter but—" Ivan stopped in mid-sentence as he looked up and saw all the bodies. Rose fainted and the Doctor rushed to her to catch her from falling to the ground. Jason's heart sank low. He knew then whom the Doctor had chosen. His despair overwhelmed him. As he opened his fan, the aura of the Albatross' wings began to appear, his eyes taken over by the darkness.

The darkness that surrounded his hands spread to ground and soon engulfed Ivan, both Peter and Ivan V, and the Doctor up to the neck making them immobile. Rose fell into the Captain's arms as Jason levitated the men off the ground and lined them up along a wall in the throne room. The bodies on the floor—as well as the blood—began to turn to dust. They were blown away with one swift movement of the fan in Jason's right hand. "Jason! Calm down, Jason! It's not what you think!" yelled the Doctor. "Not what I think?" the voice flowed rasply from the mouth. "How could it not be what I think? You have always chosen the new companion over me! I don't understand! You have never asked me how I feel! You flirt with me all the time and you don't know anything! You may be a Time Lord, but you are so much a man, it's ridiculous! I… I… I ha—" "How do you feel about me? I want to know. Is it how I feel about you? I flirt with you for a reason, but I need some sort of litmus test… I'm sorry I'm an oaf. I've never been good at expressing my feelings, you know that. I'm sorry for making you feel this way. Please, tell me what you feel for me." the Doctor said blushing over his pale face.

The doors creaked open a second time. The body's head jerked quickly to see who was interrupting this. It was Sophia. With one fell swoop of his left hand, the body had enchanted her as well, slamming her into a column that led to the balcony. "After this lovers' quarrel, Sophia, you and I are going to have a little chat." Peter said to his older half-sister. "Silence!" boomed the voice, its echo resounding like thunder. "What do you mean, 'how I feel about you'?" the voice asked as the body walked closer to the Doctor. "I love you, Doctor. I've loved you ever since the Time War. You have always been oblivious, but I could tolerate it as long as you didn't flirt back with me. However, when you were regenerated into this lanky, leather-wearing, father type, always over protective of the world, I expected the same. No, you had to go and flirt with me and then pick up her. She's been falling for you ever since you saved her from the Living Plastic!" Jason looked over at the fainted Rose in the Captain's arms in contempt. "And I had to be the bloody one to save her precious mummy!" Jason fixed his gaze back upon the Doctor's oblivious face. "I can't take it anymore, Doctor! I LOVE YOU!"

With this revelation, Commander Cristatus walked into the chamber. "Regent Sssophi—" Jason was getting tired of interruptions. He looked at the commanding Ice Warrior and began to summon his book. "Bound in Heaven. Written on Earth. Seal in Hell. Book of Chaos, come forth." The book appeared and the ring materialized in the center of the book, allowing access. "Ice Warriors, for your attempts to control the Earth, I hereby banish this and all future generations with in the universe to spend eternity in the Calypso Galaxy." His spell, something not even the TARDIS could translate on a good day, was being spoken. Within an instant, the Commander vanished. The Ice Warriors that were under his command disappeared. Even Iecara Vararus, within the mountain, vanished into thin air.

"Who was that?" Peter finally spoke. "That was an alien race that had been vying for centuries to capture the Russian throne. Sophia went to them for help to overthrow you because she knew she and the Streltsy were not enough. Am I right, Sophia?" Jason turned to the regent and smiled a similar crooked smile that she herself wore. "Answer him, Sophia." Ivan V said. "Alright fine, yes, he's right."

With this, Jason began to falter in his step. He had used a lot of his energy. He knew he couldn't maintain control of the body for much longer. He sat the two Tsars, the Streltsy guard, the Time Lord, and the Regent all on the ground. As he began to lose consciousness, he could see Peter and Sophia arguing. "Jason, Jason! Hang in there, Jason. We'll get you to the TARDIS!"

David woke up on the bench of the TARDIS. "Ugh…" David rolled over and sprang upright. "Where's the Doctor? What happened?" Rose patted him on the shoulder as the she sat beside him. "Are you mad at me? David, is it?" she spoke softly as she twiddled her thumbs. "Hate you? No. Jealous? A bit. But then again, I've always been jealous of all his companions…" David responded. "Well, maybe you should learn to reign in your jealousy, David." Jack spoke flatly, with not an inflection of flirtation to be found in his voice. David stood up, a bit dizzy, but he managed to make it to the control panel. "Jack, what did I do? Did anyone get hurt?" "Physically or emotionally?" David looked quizzically at Jack, "What do you mean? What happened? Last thing I remember, we were outside the TARDIS getting ready to head into Russia." "Well, ask Jason about Ivan." Jack turned away from the dæmon. "What happened to Ivan? Where's the Doctor?"

"Peter and the guard had a private meeting. The Streltsy officer was stripped of his rank and sent to a monastery. The Doctor told Peter that he couldn't kill Kuznetsov because he had helped save him, although I was given the duty to inform his wife, Alexia, that he had been killed. You should be grateful to the Doctor. As for the Time Lord, he's in your room." Jack wasn't one to show his anger but at this particular moment, it was written all over his face. "Oh. I'm glad he wasn't killed. What happened to Sophia? Did she—?" David began to ask. "Yeah, she's there." Jack said as he sat beside Rose on the bench.

In David's room, the Doctor was sitting on David's bed, looking at the notebook. He couldn't help but want to open the book, but it required a touch of magic—all the Doctor had was his sonic screwdriver. David walked in and saw the lanky man in his leather jacket and purple V-neck shirt on his bed. David smiled slightly and knew that an explanation would be required of him. "I'm sorry I've put you through this torment, David." the Doctor started. "I've never been good at expressing my feelings, ask Jack how I am. Ever since the Time War, I've been blaming myself for not being there. I've always liked you. I've just never known how to express it—especially with all the companions I've invited on board." He got up and walked over to David, who was still leaning against the door. David turned his head, to hide the embarrassment—something only Iricanta had been able to evoke. "I'm sorry for my behavior. I couldn't deal with it and had Jason try and lessen the blow. I'm always thinking about what you are thinking about me. I just don't understand, you never say anything while there is someone on-board. But you flirt when it's only the two of us. I just don't know anymore, and I get distracted…" The Doctor began to chuckle. "This is fantastic! Jack really can read people!" The Doctor laughed as he grasped David's face in his cold, lanky hands. "Promise me, David, that if you want to talk to me about us, you will come to me and talk about it." David looked at his Doctor. For the first time in nearly 700 years, David felt loved. David closed his eyes and nuzzled in his leather jacket. The Doctor lifted his face, wiped the tear that was falling down David's face, and kissed him.

This chapter was a beast to write! I'm sorry it is sooo long. I had to end the darn thing. Next chapter, I will bring out another personality with the 10th Doctor. Please Review Please! I wanna know what you all think about the first "episode"...