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Knight Rider: Ride The Dragon [Fanfiction]




Stern checked his watch as his car pulled up to the rendezvous point on the barren open road.

He was at least five minutes early.

That gave him plenty of opportunity to reconsider, to pull out of the deal, to make good his escape. Leave what he believed to be a futile deal behind.

Those five minutes ticked by, and eventually wound down with Stern still undecided. The price tag of the deal had done its job in making his mind up, and he cursed himself for it.

Another car soon pulled up behind him, with a tall and keen African-American male with flowing dreadlocks, flanked by two large muscular goons.

He beckoned Stern to step out of the car, Stern obliged.

The two men stared at one another, one cool and collected, and the other sensing his every nerve was shot.

Stern fumbled through his pockets searching for something, the other gentleman’s two heavies moved an inch closer, which hastened Stern to quickly produce the item from his person.

“Look Kincaid, I’ve been as clear as I can, I can’t retrieve anything else from the facility without being implicated, and they already know I was the one who last checked the security feeds”

Stern nervously handed Randy’s men a small black obelisk device.

“Here, now it’s not much, but it’s everything on the first fifteen agents we could recruit, it’s not the fifty like we arranged, but that’s all I can supply”

The heavies moved closer, Stern tossed the device to Randy, who caught it without even flinching.

He looked at it with a look of mild disappointment, it was obviously not what he’d ideally desire, but at the same time he looked as if he was also partially satisfied, like this was worth some kind of wait.

“You like what you see don’t you? Alright, I think I’ve earned my take. Give it to me”

Stern noticed the large men were starting to put on black gloves. He could tell trouble was brewing.

Randy gave a silent and commanding nod to his heavies, who rushed Stern and grabbed him headfirst, applying pressure from their massive hands as they pulled him into a vice like grip, ultimately succeeding in caving in and crushing his skull.

Randy snapped his fingers, which seemed to bring the two heavy hitters to heel. They returned to his side and all three entered their car, driving off into the distance and leaving Stern a lifeless shell on the desert road.

Inside the car, Kincaid played with the black box, testing it’s durability by gripping it tightly. Suddenly, and frustratingly, it came apart in his hand.

“A dud” he said, almost smiling. He quickly got on the phone.

“Keep Mrs. Stern precisely where she is. I’m sure he’s left the real box with her”

Travelling along the open road in his faithful supercar K.I.T.T, Michael Knight, flagship agent for the Foundation for Law and Government was preparing to lecture his sentient partner on a topic that had been on his mind as of late

“KITT, one in three fish caught around the world never makes it onto the plate, ever wonder why? Because it’s either thrown back overboard or it rots before it can be eaten”

“Please…why talk about fish?” K.I.T.T asked.

“Always keep your keener interests fresh in your mind buddy, helps you plan ahead for the future” Michael advised.

“Does that future still require you to be at the foundation?” K.I.T.T asked.

Michael’s silence spoke volumes.

“Please reconsider Michael” KITT begged.

“KITT, we’ve been through this, we’ve tried to keep Wilton’s torch burning bright, but it’s been far too cold since Stevie passed away. The torch doesn’t have to burn out with me if I know that it’s time to relinquish my hold of it”

“I can’t imagine having another partner, it just won’t be you. However will I find one?” K.I.T.T asked.

“Have you perhaps considered dating?” Michael replied, trying to keep the tone of the conversation light and full of merriment.

“Very funny” K.I.T.T replied.

“Believe it or not, I’m serious buddy; you’ve got the pizzazz, the right look, that wise-cracking, cynical but convincing personality and an attitude that all women admire”

“…But I don’t exactly have the physical qualities women would find pleasurable now do I?”

“Beauty is best perceived on the inside pal, you just need a woman who understands that, who can be a rock for you in times of great need, who can patch you up when you’ve left in pieces”

“Name one” KITT asked insistently.


“Go ahead. Name one. I’m all receptors”

“Alright…off the top of my head…April”

“April hasn’t worked at FLAG in over two years Michael, and I think I know where you’re going with this, you just don’t want to say it in case I become repulsed by the very notion”

“And will you?”

“Absolutely. It’s Bonnie isn’t it?”

“The name never left my lips”

Michael was satisfied that K.I.T.T had said it and not him.

“She’s practically my mother Michael”

“She mothers you, but she also mends you. She’s perfect”

“She’s human. I’m not”

“KITT, I’ve even heard Devon refer to you as the most humane thing the Foundation has ever produced”

“How flattering, but you’re just trying to make me feel better about you leaving. It won’t work”

“Would you prefer I turn the topic back to fishing?”

“Mercifully, you won’t have to. Devon’s on the line”

“Alright, patch him through”

The features of kindly, yet strict Englishman Devon Miles appeared on KITT’s monitor screen.

“Devon, judging from your shaken demeanour, something’s either hit you hard or you’ve just read my notice”

“A little bit of both Michael, I can’t persuade you to think differently?”

“Not this time my friend, in just under a month, the sun will set on this gentle Knight. I’m game for a few more missions before that, so it’s best you assign them to me when I’m still in a willing mood”

“Then I shall not waste time over your personal matters, instead you’ll just have to deal with mine. Tanner Stern is dead”

“Tanner Stern…Devon, isn’t that one of Jennifer and Garth Knight’s godparents?”

“In happier times, yes, he was a dearly valued friend of Wilton, his cooperation and funding was vital to the initial operations of the Knight Foundation, but he had demons Michael, we could never prove it, but we were certain he’d been embezzling, Wilton acted on his gut instincts and dismissed him”

“So what, did his demons catch up to him?”

“We don’t know. We kept tabs on Stern on the possible chance we could nail him for the same crime in a different position, but he must have learned his lesson because he kept a quiet profile as he bounced from one national interest job to another, he was most recently a key researcher in the Dreamfields project”

“Sounds like they’re experts in a good night’s sleep”

“I’m afraid it’s nothing quite so innocent Michael, Dreamfields is an advanced study of sleeper agents affected by MK Ultra techniques. Over fifty agents, CIA, freelance etc, were subjected to the procedure and had their brainwave patterns taken, stored on a computer hard drive, every secret they ever possessed is on that box”

“And you think this Stern guy was thinking of stealing it?”

“Not ‘thinking of’ Michael, he has stolen it. Don’t ask me how, but someone put him in charge of security detail for Dreamfields, and this afternoon we discovered he had tampered with the security cameras to create the illusion the master memory was still in our custody, but it no longer is”

“He stole it and badly covered his tracks?”

“It may be that failing to conceal the trail may have been deliberate. We discovered that he had recently checked in to a couples retreat with his wife somewhere in Colorado”

“So he left a trail did he? Guess he wanted to redeem himself. Alright, I’ll pay this retreat a little visit”

“Good luck Michael”

“Ready for a big catch buddy?” Michael said as he put his foot down on the accelerator pedal.

“Maybe, hopefully this is one assignment that convinces you not to be the one that got away”

Michael and KITT’s arrival did not go unnoticed by the couples at the retreat, who marvelled at the look of the black T-Top as it strolled up to the front of the building.

In an attempt to look even more suave than usual, Michael pressed the C button on the car dash, triggering KITT’s convertible mode. The roof of the car slid back and Michael sprang out of his seat and leapt out of the car, landing on both feet with precision agility.

Noticing all this was a dapper looking bushy haired lady in crystal clear heels, a long silk scarlet scarf around a white shirt. She admired the look of Michael’s ride.

“Nice wheels, but it makes me wonder, do you give all your attention to this particular mistress over your own woman?”

Michael was unsure of how to answer that without getting too personal.

“Actually I’m looking for someone”

“Those are the words a woman wants to hear, you’re alright” said the lady, giving him a longing wink before stroking her fingers delicately over the hood of the car.

As she walked off, Michael entered the clinic’s reception area.

“Excuse me; I’m looking for a Mrs. Emilia Stern? I understand she’s still in residence here” Michael asked.

“Who are you in relation to her?” asked the receptionist.

“I’m not related, but we have something in common…one Tanner Stern, he was killed just on the outskirts of this very clinic, now I’d like to ask Mrs. Stern a couple of questions if at all possible”

“I’m sorry sir, I can’t permit you an audience, are you even married? Our policy strictly prohibits anyone not related to our guests be denied access to the building”

“Listen, I’m not here to patch things up with a loved one, I’m here to conduct an investigation”

“We conduct our own investigations here sir, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave”

“Or what?”

The receptionist pressed a button behind his desk, signalling security.

Michael sighed deeply, this was just the kind of complication he didn’t need.

Suddenly, an inspiring thought came to him.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, forget what I said, I was just trying to play macho, you know, the old tough uncompromising cop card. I actually came here to book me and my wife a five week session; do you think that could work?”

“You must think I was born yesterday sir. You meant exactly what you said earlier and falling back on an excuse isn’t going to sway me. Mrs. Stern will not be disturbed”

Michael was soon escorted out of the building by two lean and brash looking guards, who took him out and tossed him on to the concrete pavement.

The woman with had admired the manner of his arrival earlier walked over to him.

“I take it she still thinks you value the car over her?” she remarked.

Michael looked back at KITT, frustrated and dejected.

However, even as he clambered back into his vehicle, more radical and dangerous thoughts were occurring to him.

“KITT, have you been made by the security cameras?” he asked.

“Negative Michael, the one camera at the front of the building takes a while to cover the entire scope of the area”

“Let’s keep it that way, blow it out” Michael asked.

KITT did as instructed and sent out a disruptive signal that caused the camera to short-circuit.

“Any particular reason why you had me do that?”

“Let’s just say I’ve a feeling you’ll be coming this way again, and I’d hate for you to be recognised”

Back at the FLAG semi, Michael and KITT discussed the days’ events with Devon, Bonnie Barstow, and Reginald Cornelius the 3rd, or RC3 to his friends.

“I don’t get it Devon, how can a clinic like that even be able to deny an official investigation?”

“I’m afraid because of the company it keeps; it can keep us out indefinitely. We are a private operation Michael, but so is the clinic, and there’s no way of proving a connection that would require the presence of the police, not officially”

“But we have a connection, Tanner was there Devon” Michael insisted.

“He was there on private business; he and his wife were working on ways to fix their relationship”

“So why hasn’t she checked out yet? If he’s dead, there’s nothing keeping her there. Devon, something stinks here”

RC3 interrupted the conversation and handed Devon a print out of the clinic’s proprietor.

“The clinic is operated by one Randolph Lester Kincaid” RC3 confirmed.

“I’m afraid this just got more complicated. Kincaid is another slippery customer with a bit of a grey area to him. A militant prodigy, recruited into the service at just 14 years old, they knew he wasn’t the legal age but were so impressed with his skills they kept that little fact quiet. He left the army of his own accord nine years later to pursue more passive interests”

“Never knew being a murderer was such a gentle pastime” Michael remarked.

“Yes, well, good luck proving it” Devon added.

Inside KITT, Bonnie was checking on KITT’s systems when the dash came alive, the TAPE deck was played, and powerful and immersive music became blurting out of the speakers. Bonnie was taken aback, slightly amused.

“KITT, what is this all about?”

“Careless Whisper, it’s your favourite”

“And what do I owe this pleasure?” Bonnie asked.

“Michael thinks we’re a match”

Bonnie gave KITT a look conveying both annoyance and cynicism, not taking his sincerity at face value, and clambered out of the car to give Michael a telling off.

“What have you been telling him?” she said with mellow frustration.

“Hey, I’m just proving how attentive I’ve been over the years. Most observant” he said.

“He’s just teasing you KITT, he knows his days here are numbered and he’s going to make sure we’re all as uncomfortable as possible” Bonnie explained.

“That’s what I thought too, but on reflection, the idea of standing a chance of us being compatible has warmed me to the potential situation”

“Well, that’s because I haven’t given your positronic relays a bit of a temporary jump to realign them with your agility shifters” Bonnie asked.

“Was that a threat or an advance warning?”

“A bit of both”

“Ah, I see you two are flirting” Michael said

“Cut it out Michael” they both said.

Bonnie noticed something on KITT’s dash.

“KITT, your internal temperature levels are rising so slightly, if I didn’t know better this could pass for blushing”

“Question is Bonnie, are you?” KITT asked.

“Don’t be silly”

RC3 proceeded to explain the purpose and function of the clinic to the others.

“The clinic only takes couples who’ve been on the rocks. They keep them apart most of the time when they get there as a way of testing just how much they long for each other, only allowing couples to have contact through special phone lines. When the couples are on the cusp of reconciliation, they’re brought together through a special reconciliation line, and when they make their intentions clear over that, and then they’re allowed to see each other, enjoy some time together, and check out”

“Sounds like a very orderly procedure” Bonnie replied

“And exactly the kind of militant strategy Kincaid is capable of dreaming up” said Devon.

“So either Stern was in a hurry to reconcile, or it’s possible he had to check out before his wife could check on him” Michael deduced.

“Michael, I would like very much for you and KITT to return to the clinic. If Kincaid has his hands on the master memory box, national security is of the utmost concern. Heaven knows what was stored in those agent’s heads.” Devon confirmed.

“I’d love to Devon, but the clinic caught on to me real quick, and they know what I look and sound like, so I can’t go back there, but I made sure that KITT could, the cameras never made him outside the building…and the way that clinic’s wired, we can just use his voice”

“Then we’ll have to arrange someone else to help KITT co-ordinate our operation” Devon replied.

“Yeah, and it’d have to be female” RC3 added.

All three men turned to Bonnie, who looked perplexed.

“What are you looking at me for?”

“You’ve been in the field before”

“Yeah, but to act like KITT and I are some kind of couple? Come on Michael”

“Hey, if anything, it’ll give you a chance to vent about his short-comings, all part of a relationship that just grows and grows”

“You’re sick” Bonnie replied, a little flustered.

KITT again began playing Careless Whisper as Bonnie sunk her head into her hands.

Back at the clinic, Emilia Stern was listening to a soothing session of classical music when a sudden knock at the door startled her. She tensely approached the edge of the room and called out to whoever was on the opposite side.

“Who is it?” she said

“Room service ma’am” came the response.

Stern’s nerves calmed and she opened the door to let them in.

“Of course, please come in”

Two large, muscular men stepped in; both looked like they were fixed on a different kind of mission. They looked at the records she was playing.

“Got an ear for Beethoven?” one of them asked.

“Tanner’s favourites, I can’t help but listen to him. They were playing even when we talked over the reconciliation line”

The men stood still, keeping quiet, staring into Mrs. Stern, making her most uncomfortable.

“I can’t seem to bring myself to…part of me is always thinking he’ll come back through that door, or call me on the reconciliation line. That’s all I want to hear, just the sound of his voice”

She noticed the men weren’t leaving.

“If you don’t mind me asking…when am I going to be allowed to leave?”

“When we’re fully satisfied” replied one of the men, cracking his knuckles.

“Satisfied with what?” Stern asked.

“The state of your health” said one of the men in an icy manner.

En route to the clinic, KITT was trying to make small talk with Bonnie.

“You haven’t talked to me since we left the semi”

“I’m just thinking of how I’m going to sell the ups and downs of this ‘marriage’ of ours to those waiting for us at the clinic”

“Define the ‘ups’ first if you care to”

“I just don’t think we thought this through, according to the information we processed, both partners have to be present and then they’re led away to separate rooms. You’re a car, I can’t exactly say you’d prefer to sleep in the garage than be anywhere near me in the villa”

“I’ve processed a little more of the details since then Bonny, and apparently if the couple is already experiencing long-term separation, an exception can be made to that rule. There is an eight day period where the groom can prefer to deal with matters directly over the phone, but he must make some sort of personal appearance once that session is up”

“So you’re telling me I may have to be here a while?”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily”

“Oh be quiet”

Bonnie stared out at the open road, taking in the splendour of the great outdoors as KITT hurried along towards the villa.

She didn’t know why, but she felt compelled to ask KITT precisely what he had in mind for their back-story together.

“Have you even come up with a narrative for the pair of us? How we met, and ‘fell in love’? We need something to give the people there a slim hope their techniques can reconcile us so I have an excuse to get out of dodge and abandon this crazy scheme”

“Let’s say when we first met, you swept me off my feet with a salsa…”

“Why a salsa?”

“It was the first dance I could think of”

“Ok then, what was our song?”

“I think I’ve come across one in my leisure index that’ll do just the trick”

The car’s interior soon came to life with the beats of que locura enamorarme de ti, on a continuous loop.

Bonnie, feeling a little overcooked, pressed the reliable C button on the dashboard which, as before, pulled down KITT’s top. Bonnie got up on her feet and spread her arms wide across the crisp open air, taking in a rush of the afternoon breeze as the salsa played loudly over the speakers.

Their activity on the road caught the attention of a nearby police car, which sped after them.

Bonnie heard the sirens and quickly dropped back into the driver’s seat. A quick press of the C button, and KITT’s top swiftly slid back over her head.

“Now you’ve done it, we’re going to get pulled over”

“I did nothing, you were the one who went topside looking for fun in the sun, and I was the designated driver”

“Designated? KITT, are you trying to spin it like I were drunk”

“That’s the story you might have to tell the officer”

“Don’t you even think of pulling over?”

Despite her protests, KITT did just that as the police car drove up beside him, the sun roof retracted as its driver gesturing with his hands for it to slow down.

As KITT came to a halt, the officer, slightly obese with bags of weariness over his eyes and his tin star badge sloppily stapled to his shirt, slowly made his way out of his own car and approached the window of the right side of the vehicle, he lightly tapped it.

The window came down to reveal Bonnie’s flustered features.

“You looked an awful lot like you’d prefer walking on air to keeping your eye on the road ma’am”

“I’m sorry officer, its first day jitters”

“First day jitters?”

“Yeah, my first tour of pro bono work in a long stretch, I felt like celebrating”

“You some kind of doctor?”

“You could say that, I dabble in a little surgery. Treat every man I meet like a machine”

“You on your way to perform an operation?”

“Yes” KITT replied, startling the officer, who could not see anyone else in the pitch blackness that filled the car’s interior.

“Who said that?”

“Her husband, and I’m in quite a sorry state” KITT continued, adjusting his voice so it was slower paced and sluggish.

Bonnie caught on to what he was trying to do.

“Yeah, he can’t hold his liquor” Bonnie answered.

“Why is everything so dark in there?” the officer asked, peering again into the pitch black interior.

“He’s sensitive to sunlight”

“But you had the top straight up when I caught sight of you. This is a convertible correct?”

“I risked all that to give my wife a brief thrill, she’s due to perform live-risking surgery on me, and I have developed an allerg-aller-…”

“An allergic reaction” Bonnie finished for him, recognising KITT didn’t want to sound too coherent in detailing his ‘dire condition’.

The officer found the explanation most unorthodox.

“Ok ma’am, say I were to believe this tall tale, how soon is this operation?”

“As soon as I arrive at where I need to be”

“Ok then, I’ll escort you to where you need to go, just in case you feel the need to indulge in any special stress-relieving ‘thrills’ again, these roads aren’t for any sort of joyride, no matter how noble the intention, you got me?”

“Clear as crystal officer, won’t happen again” Bonnie replied.

“You might want to turn the lights up in there a little, just so you can see where you’re going” the officer advised before walking back to his car. Bonnie gave him a reassuring wave.

She slumped in the chair, reflecting on just how close a call that was, but she could not feel anger even if it was quite necessary. All she could think of was the enormous risk KITT had taken for her.

“KITT, I can’t believe you”

“Did you really think I’d let you take the blame for me?”

“I don’t know, you’re normally the first person who puts Michael on the spot whenever you’re in a jam, and here you are making sure I come across as the better person”

“And now we have another narrative to spin to those at the clinic. Drunken disorderly putting your medical career at risk”

“I’d like to think our relationship has some redeemable qualities”

“Do you have anything in mind?”

“All I can think about is the way it all began”

At this prompting, KITT resumed playing his personally selected salsa for the duration of the journey

Emilia Stern was resorting to a round of cleaning, constantly keeping herself distracted from the tragedy that had impacted her. The doorbell rang, she answered.

“Mr. Kincaid, what do I owe this pleasure to?”

“I figured I would take an interest in how you are coping with your loss. We are doing everything we can to keep you well accommodated”

“Are you ever going to let me out of here? I need to move on, make preparations for Tanner’s funeral. I’ve got to a get a hold of his nephew”

“We’re not detaining you Mrs. Stern; we’re just trying to keep you at ease during your grieving process”

“I’ve done all the grieving I can process in this place…you don’t know what it’s like being surrounded by all these squabbling couples, all taking what they have with one another for granted. I should never have been persuaded to come here”

Mrs. Stern seated herself on the couch and buried her head in her hands. Kincaid sat down beside her, cradling her as she went limp in his arms, spent from the emotional toll the past few hours had taken on her.

“I would hate to have you run out just as we on the cusp of a true break-through, in many respects, you can help our little community learn a great deal on how to process this kind of grief if anything similar should happen”

Stern couldn’t help but find that last sentence most curious.

“You sound as if you strongly anticipate whoever it was that killed Tanner will come back for the rest”

Kincaid stroked the edge of her cheeks delicately.

“It could be the others, it could be me, and it could even be you”

Kincaid got up and made his way out, gently blowing a kiss at his guest before swiftly exiting. His two lumbering henchmen awaited him on the other end.

“May we deal with her now?” asked one of the brutes.

“Your bloodlust will have to wait a little longer. I’ve managed to put some fear into her, she will be less compelled to leave if she knows a threat still exists, eventually I will ask about what items Tanner brought with him to the clinic. When I am fully satisfied with her answers, then I shall demand her silence. Not before”

Kincaid then quickly changed the subject and turned to other matters.

“The security cameras, have they been repaired?”

“Maintenance workers reckon another day tops before they can go up” confirmed another of the goons.

“Then we will have to tread carefully. I’ve already been informed someone was here at the clinic asking about Tanner, we must acquire the information vital to our operation quickly…and if grief and fear cannot coax the truth out of her, then and only then will you step in to supply absolute force. Is that quite clear?” Kincaid spoke, his ice-cold voice sending tangible shivers down even the normally unshaken enforcers’ spines.

KITT approached the mountain road that Kincaid’s couple’s clinic was perched near the top of, the police car still tailing them from behind serving as an escort.

As KITT and Bonnie pulled up at the clinic, Bonnie proceeded to freshen herself up with a spot of perfume. She paused as she applied it, taking note of something across KITT’s dashboard.

“Something the matter?” KITT asked.

“You’ve turned on your Olfactory sensors”

“Well, since you’ve turned things up, so did I. Am I not allowed to form an opinion on what type of fragrance you put on?”

“Let’s just talk business OK? Use your micro scanners to keep audio tabs on me”

“What about visuals?”

“I’ll notify you when you can turn them on, a girl needs her privacy too you know”

“You’re absolutely correct; I must learn to respect your boundaries”

Bonnie sighed and motioned to get out of the car.

“Don’t forget your wristwatch” KITT advised.

“You mean Michael’s wrist watch”

“No, I meant the one I had Michael buy you”

The door to the glove compartment on the dash opened of its own accord, and Bonnie gazed inside at its contents. A sparkling white and gold plated Seiko ladies’ watch.

“Do you like it?”

Bonnie was mesmerised.

“Did Michael put you up to this?”

“I put Michael up to it; we picked one up on the way back from our first visit to the clinic”

Bonnie tried it the eloquent gift, slipping it onto her wrist with ease. Her eyes sparkled in awe of its rather simple majesty.

“It’s beautiful, I’m flattered KITT, really, I don’t know if I can accept something like this”

“It’s not a question of acceptance; it’s more about the appreciation. You have affection for my gesture, I am content with that”

Bonnie again took a peek inside the compartment and fetched out another item, it was indeed Michael’s own communications watch.

“I already have to deal with you over the phone; I’d appreciate it if I didn’t have to keep in touch through every vital moment of my stay here. We’ve been through enough work on and off the field to know you can trust me. Just give me a chance to wind down”

“You wish to wind down? I thought you said we were all about business from here on out”

“What is it that you and Michael always do? Mix a little business here, a lot of pleasure there”

“It’s quite the opposite; Michael’s personality just blurs the lines a little”

“Only just a little?” Bonnie said, as she opened the door and scrambled out of the car.

“Have I put you in the mood most appropriate for this assignment?”

Bonnie peered back into the dimly lit interior to give KITT an earful to his receptors.

“You’re not doing it for the assignment KITT; you’re doing this all for me in some terribly misguided insistence that there’s something going on between us. You have to prioritise here, get into the part if you have to, but stop treating it so personally. It’s not fair to me”

“How is it not fair? It means nothing to you doesn’t it?”

Bonnie maintained radio silence on either confirmation or denial.

“Doesn’t it?”

“I’m going to check in now, phone ahead to let them know you’ve already made arrangements to arrive at the clinic in a couple of days time, but that you’ve been given the number to the direct phone line so we can stay in touch until you ‘arrive’, that should hopefully give us all the time we need to get Mrs. Stern and the black box out of there”

“What about our police friend?” said KITT.

Bonnie looked north of her to find the officer getting out of his own car.

“Leave that to me” she said, shutting the door behind her.

She approached the officer, trying her best to feign appreciation for his good deed for the day.

“Thank you ever so much, I need to prepare a room for my husband, you wouldn’t mind looking over him and my car while I sort this out will you?”

“If you think it’s the best for your husband’s health, but I can’t stay too long, I’m needed back where I was. The road stays awful rowdy”

“I understand, thank you” she said, and headed to the entrance, giving KITT’S bonnet a gentle tap on the way over there.

The officer peered over at KITT.

“How’d a no-good drunk like you ever net a fine catch like that?”

Bonnie headed into reception and made accommodation arrangements.

However, she hit a snag.

“I’m sorry Mrs. KITT, we’re kind of full, you’ve have to cohabit with one of the other guests”

“Sure, no problem any candidates?”

“Would room fifteen A be a good fit?”

“Looks like you and me are gonna be roommates” came a voice from behind her.

“Tammy Clarke, occupant of 15 A, a pleasure to meet you”

Bonnie anxiously shook her hand as it was offered to her.

“Bonnie, Bonnie KITT” Bonnie said, her heart in her mouth as she grappled with the pseudonym she had taken.

“I’ll get you settled in no time, you can keep me company with stories about your own love and loss” Tammy said.

The two ladies made their way over to 15 A, where they unpacked and eventually unwound, sharing several pleasant conversations about the people in their lives.

“My man had a son by another marriage, Channing, sweet kid, he just turned thirteen. He cleaned his old man up at the tennis courts, it took some time for me to sooth that ego of his, but that should have been my first warning sign. Before long, I found he was set off by a million things; usually it had to do with something competitive. He had to be everything around me, the best swimmer and the best dancer, but he all he had to show for it was two left feet and the shallow end”

“Maybe you should thank him for making the effort” Bonnie suggested.

Tammy flinched, almost like Bonnie had read her mind.

“That’s just it; he wants me to thank him. Every time he’s on the other end of the line he says I help him come in first, but I want to be leading the charge too in our business. He says I should be grateful and content as an equal, but we both know he just wants me to stay in second place; he doesn’t want me sticking one foot ahead of his. That’s why we’re here; he’s got to learn it’s OK for him to trail behind too”

Bonnie poured herself and Tammy a glass of water and raised a toast.

“Well, I hope you end up owning the dog in this race” she said.

The Two women raised their glasses together in a toast and drank.

“So, what brings you all the way out here?”

“My husband has a few issues to work through, I practices in medicine, I mend people, but lately all I seem to be doing is patching him up exclusively, I give him daily examinations, I give him fuel”

“He’s an engine you have to keep running” Tammy concluded.

“Yes, yes exactly that and it’s me who ends up running on empty. It’s not like he doesn’t appreciate me, he’s wonderful, he depends on me to mend him, but I need to be on the mend myself, to improve, and to do that I need to be in the field of practice”

“Well, speaking of practice, time I worked on mine over at the court, fancy a go?”

“No, I’d better start trying out that hotline; I think I miss my husband already”

Once Tammy excused herself and headed over to the tennis court, Bonnie made her way to reception and contacted KITT, verifying with the receptionist that KITT had indeed called ahead as she’d requested.

“You can tell our officer friend to head out now KITT, we’re completely settled”

“Bonnie, must you announce to the entire clinic we had a police escort? If you’re not careful, you might attract undue attention to yourself, and just imagine my cover’s public image”

“I’m being as quiet as I can”

“Speak up; I can’t hear how difficult you’re making this”

“Oh you’re impossible” Bonnie yelled

“Is there fire in my dragon?” said KITT

Bonnie hung up the phone and took a glance over at two women who had eavesdropped on the outburst and were already making chatter amongst themselves.

Outside, the police officer looking after KITT received the news.

“Well, it’s been nice to meet you fine folks, take care of that girl and your car while you’re at it. If I were you, I wouldn’t know which to love first or more”

“And the less I think like that, the more I’ll start loving life” KITT replied.

Unbeknown to KITT, one of Kincaid’s two heavies had caught a glimpse of him when returning from an errand he had been running.

The heavy made his way into the lobby and called in to Kincaid’s office, only to receive his secretary on the line.

“Mr. Kincaid is at an all-day meeting with your clients, can I take a message”

“I think I’ve spotted something he’ll definitely be interested in, have his schedule free for sometime tomorrow morning”

Once both ladies had settled in for the night, Bonnie found herself tossing and turning, unable to get a good night’s rest.

She got up, put up on a pair of slippers, and calmly entered the bathroom. She curled up beside the shower and turned on her watch.

“KITT? KITT are you there?”

“Bonnie, do you know what time of night it is?”

“I’m restless, and I wanted to apologise for snapping earlier. You’re far from impossible. I just can’t stop thinking about how crazy all this is”

“You’ve been out in the field on more dangerous escapades than this, you can handle it”

As pleased as she was that KITT had faith in her abilities, that wasn’t what was troubling Bonnie, if she could even call it trouble at this point.

“It’s not that, I was thinking back to things I was saying to Tammy, it made me realise a few home truths about myself, about you, and how easy we are together”

“I’m touched Bonnie”

“Could you do me another favour?”

“Name it”

“A little serenading would make for good morning coffee conversation with Tammy, you got any tracks?”

KITT played What’s New Pussycat from Tom Jones and patched it through directly to the watch at a modest volume. Bonnie leaned back against the walls of the shower and clapped her hands with delight.

The next morning, Tammy awoke to find Bonnie humming a delightful melody to her.

“Sounds like you had heaven handed to you last night” she asked.

“You could say that. The husband played me the dreamiest tunes last night”

“He made you forget the nightmare that brought you two to this point did he? When he’s coming over? I’d love to meet him; I’ll tell my man about him if I can”

“Another day or so, truth be told, sometimes I don’t think I’d need him around physically, we’re not the type that requires that kind of intimacy, all I need is the sound of his voice”

“So long as snoring doesn’t come out of his mouth, I ought to be fine with whatever else he’s selling. Just be careful it isn’t snake oil that makes you feel good’n’ready for him just yet. A girl’s gotta fortify herself if they want a little more effort shown their way”

Tammy checked her watch.

“Oh, will you excuse me? I have to run an errand for a friend”

“Sure, I ought to be heading over to the phone anyway; I’m expecting the hubby to give me another house warming call”

“Might have to get my man to do the same, tell me about it later”

“Of course, I’ll tell you when we head over to aerobics”

“I’d like that”

Kincaid was led to the outside of the building by his hired help, who pointed him in the direction of KITT

“You’re absolutely certain?”

“That thing gave me and my brother the shock of our lives, we don’t forget little deeds or who commits them”

“They couldn’t have known about Tanner’s stash, not unless his wife had gotten a message out without us knowing”

“Do we have your authorisation to pay Mrs. Stern a visit?”

“I want to see the registry for yesterday morning and afternoon, once we have their location, then you can pay them a visit”

“Sir, there’s no more time, they’re here. They’re trouble. Give us the go-ahead”

“”Ok, I’ll arrange transport for you to depart as soon as possible if you succeed in retrieving the goods, don’t cause a scene”

After Tammy had left, Bonnie slumped down on the bed and called KITT on her signal watch.

“How are you?” KITT asked.

“I’m good KITT, thanks so much for last night, it warmed me right up. How’s life on your end? Any trouble?”

“Trouble has a habit of noticing me”

“Somehow, I don’t think Tammy is that much of pain in the ‘toosh”

“I would. I’m tagging her heat signatures, and she’s heading towards WO8, that’s Mrs. Stern’s room”

“KITT, how do you know that’s Stern’s room?”

“I’ve tapped into the clinic registry”

“Aren’t you rushing things just a little?”

“I don’t have a choice. As I said, trouble takes notice of me, and this assuredly is trouble”

KITT played a video recording from last night of the hoods pointing Kincaid to where he was parked. Bonnie froze with apprehension as she recognised him.

“I recognise that man; he’s one of Margo Sheridan’s goons from that mess in San Francisco”

“He recognised me Bonnie, we have to act fast. Notify Devon”

“”Actually, hold that thought, I’ll head on over to Stern’s room and see what Tammy is doing there””

“Bonnie, that could be extremely dangerous” KITT cautioned, but Bonnie was insistent.

“Both of them could be in danger and I’m not about to sit here knowing I could have done more. If this were Michael, he’d be on it by now, I’m your partner for this, I’ve been your partner always, we’re doing this together, don’t try to stop me”

“Very well, but you must hurry, I’m detecting another heat signature approaching Mrs. Stern’s room”

Bonnie swiftly made her way along the corridors, following KITT’s directions and heading towards the room.

KITT was beginning to worry.

“Bonnie, the door has been breached”

Bonnie dashed through the halls, making her way finally to Stern’s door, where she heard a struggle going on a few meters away. She suddenly heard a smash.

Arriving at the door, she found a morbid sight,

A visibly upset Stern screaming at a lifeless body sprawled over the remains of a coffee table.

It was Tammy.

“Are you OK ma’am?” Bonnie asked of Stern, who grabbed Bonnie’s arms and pleaded with her to leave.

“Get out, they’re still here” Stern said.

“Who are?” Bonnie replied.

Two of Kincaid’s goons suddenly shot past her, one of them carrying a briefcase in their hands, they shoved Bonnie to the floor, but Bonnie quickly tripped up one of them while lying down.

She got up to her feet and waited for the brutish hulk of a man to rise, before springing onto his back and clawing at his eyes with her fingers. The man swung violently, trying to crush Bonnie against the side of the wall, but Bonnie placed her legs against the side of the structure and used the momentum to propel her and the goon into a glass cabinet full of polished ornaments.

Bonnie clambered off the brute’s back, grabbed a nearby glass candle holder and smashed it across the base of his head, knocking him senseless.

She swiftly patched through to KITT on her watch.

“KITT, I need you to track the heat movements of anyone who has just left this room”

“I’m already on it Bonnie”

Bonnie checked in on Tammy, she looked for a pulse, but couldn’t find one. She could afford no tears just yet, as there was business to settle.

“It’s my fault she’s gone, I was giving her something to look after, we’d be seeing one another a lot on the tennis court, I confided in her, she was to take Tanner’s effects from me and put it in her room…suddenly these brutish people came in, accused her of working for some law enforcement agency and

“They mistook her for me, my god” Bonnie said, almost numb with shock.

Kincaid intercepted his henchman at the parking lot just as he was scrambling to enter a car that belonged to him.

“I told you not to make a scene”

“Change of plans, I’ll see the client gets this box personally”

“What about me? I want my cut”

“Consider yourself cut” said the goon, levelling Kincaid in the stomach, entering the car, and speeding off.

Bonnie dashed out and headed towards KITT, climbing into him, the two headed off in pursuit.

“He’s going at an accelerated pace Bonnie, and up a mountain hill no less, if he’s not careful, he could career off of it, or worse, force other drivers off the road and plunge”

“We have to stop him before that, super pursuit mode” Bonnie replied, pressing the appropriate button on KITT’s dashboard to trigger the transformation.

KITT transformed into a sleeker, more fortified and quicker road rover and it soon caught up to the enforcer’s own vehicle.

“Jam his breaks KITT” she said.

KITT did so, and with the speed the opposing car was going, the sudden stoppage of the breaks was enough to send the enforce plunging out of the car window and across the tarmac.

Bonnie sat back in her seat, put both hands up to her face, and buried herself in her tears.

“I’m sorry for Tammy Bonnie, truly” he said.

Bonnie quickly recovered from her moment of distraught reflection, got out of KITT, dashed her fingers along his smooth frame, and headed over to the battered body of the enforcer, raising his head up to match her in the eyes.

“The next time you try to fracture someone else’s face, just remember it was this dragon that burned you” she said, and flattened the man with a swift right hook.

Back at the clinic, mop up operations were under way as police had been notified, with Kincaid having been named as an accomplice by the apprehended enforcers.

Bonnie sat atop KITT, her legs gently kicking against his bonnet, her hands relaxing across his windshield.

Bonnie watched as Tammy’s body was removed from the premises and loaded into an ambulance.

“How do we do it every day KITT? We try to be so careful, we think we’re ahead of the curb, but we were so caught up in ourselves that we made some very basic errors”

“We made human errors” KITT replied.

“Yeah, and it cost us one human. It’s easy to tell just how tired Michael sometimes is of seeing failure, makes one wonder if we’re all cut out for this in the long run. At least you can take it in stride”

“Bonnie, without the sentience you worked so much on perfecting for me, without you informing and enhancing my experiences with your care and confidence, your humour, your successes and deepest regrets, I would never have developed a soul. I care just as much as you, I care for others, and there could come a time where even I may tire of the ride”

Bonnie smiled, touched by KITT’s honesty. She knelt down and gently kissed his bonnet, only for the kiss to linger for more seconds than one would normally expect.

Bonnie disengaged, a look of astonishment on her face, she clambered inside the car and allowed the wind through an open window to give her intakes of breath for her own had felt like it had been taken.

“KITT, patch me through to Michel if you can”

“My logic tells me you’d rather this be a private conversation”

“Oh no, you’re listening in. This concerns you too”

A worried Michael appeared on the screen

“Bonnie, just so you know, I’m trying to get Devon to approve of me heading back over there… Kincaid’s heavies caused me and KITT a lot of hassle in San Francisco, I’m not about to let them…”

“Forget it, the job’s done. I need to ask you something”

“What exactly?”

“Michael, is this at all strange to you?”

“What is?”

“I’m asking you for your perspective on what exactly goes on in KITT’s head, it’s crazy, but it’s as if I’m trying to get an opinion on a guy I’m interested in from the person who knows him best”

Michael was delighted.

“I knew there was something”

Bonnie was visibly blushing.

“Michael, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to talk to Bonnie for a minute or two” Devon replied, gently pushing Michael aside.

“Let me guess, this is the part where you beg me to call if off before everything gets really toxic?” Bonnie joked.

“Bonnie, please, you know KITT means you no real harm with this form of teasing”

“I’m serious Devon, there’s things going on between me and KITT, have I been cooped up in the foundation’s labs and the semi for too long? Why would I feel this way about him? He’s not human, he can’t give me a gentle kiss or an inviting embrace, there could be no physicality, and yet I’m moved by his gentlemanly gestures, he knows what I like, It’s a pity Asimov never put forth a fourth mandate in his law on robotics, one about robot’s roles in regards to companionship. That’d be all the proof I’d need to know what I feel, want I want, is right”

“Bonnie, if I may quote Asimov, ‘You’ll have such proof as exists, you are the only one responsible for your own wants’. KITT is an exceptional machine, and we all need to give him exceptional consideration”

“Thanks Devon, I love him too”

Bonnie turned off the dashboard com

“Did you mean that?”

Bonnie nodded nervously.

“I can’t help it, it’s just there…Michael was right, it’s always been there, I’ve never really found anyone out there that matches you, matches your ideas and ideals, and you do have such things, no one has your need to feel human and wanting to know the why of what we are, and to emulate it, to transcend beyond your own basic core function. It fascinates you, it fascinates me, and I will always want, I will always need, to want to explore that with you”

“Whatever happened to looking forward to winding down?”

“How about you stop trying to wind me up?”

“That’s the whole point of this activity, that we both drive each other crazy”

“Any more lip from you pal, and I’ll drive you off a cliff”

“How very Thelma and Louise of you. You do know I come equipped with parachutes?”

KITT detected a faint giggle coming from his passenger.

“Bonnie? Are you laughing?”

Bonnie was all a flutter, she was unsure of how to react to the question without giving KITT something to further consider in regards to her mood.

“Yeah, I kind of am. My gosh, I love you. I absolutely love you. This is insane”

“To reach the limits of sanity, to venture into the unknown, is what it means to ride the dragon” KITT replied.

“Then by all means, let this dragon soar. as fast as you can make my heart race” she instructed.



Doctor Who-A Door Once Opened [Fanfiction]



A Door Once Opened

The Doctor paced up and down the TARDIS, his mind troubled, he watched as Donna Noble, full of spirit and hope, dashed around the consoles, flicking switches and observing the arrangement of solar systems on the display screens.

“Picked a spot yet?” The Doctor asked.

“I thought we could try the planet Felspoon. Just because. What a good name, Felspoon. Apparently, it’s got mountains that sway in the breeze. Mountains that move. Can you imagine?”

“How would you know that?”

“Because it’s in your head. And if it’s in your head, it’s in mine.”

The Doctor walked over to her, calmly as he could, as if he were approaching the eye of a wild storm.

“And how does that feel?” he asked

“Brilliant! Fantastic! Molto bene! Great big universe, packed into my brain. You know you could fix that chameleon circuit if you just tried hotbinding the fragment links and superseding the binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary, binary…”

Donna gasped for breath, The Doctor reached out for her, but she pushed him back, insisting she was in good health.

“Nah, never mind Felspoon. You know who I’d like to meet? Charlie Chaplin. I bet he’s great, Charlie Chaplin. Shall we do that? Shall we go and see Charlie Chaplin? Shall we? Charlie Chaplin? Charlie Chester. Charlie Brown. No, he’s fiction. Friction, fiction, fixing, mixing, Rickston, Brixton”

Donna reeled back; this time collapsing backwards into The Doctor’s waiting arms. This time, Donna could feel a burning sensation course through her mind, her temperature rose and fell, a mixture of hot and cold, all the while her head experienced a dizzying spell.

Miraculously, she staggered to her feet, The Doctor gently supporting her.

“My god, I feel just like Susie Harper when she caught wind of her husband’s car crash in Swansea” she said.

“Donna, are you aware of what’s happening to you?”


“There’s never been a human time lord metacrisis before now, and you know why”

“Because there can’t be” she said, fresh tears beginning to run down her face.

“I want to stay” she said.

The Doctor couldn’t help but afford himself a wry smile.

“Susan used to say that, a long time ago now, she’d seen every sweeping sort of change there is in this universe, yet she never wanted things to change for herself. Change is good, they say, change is evolution. What happens when the change is too great though? What if you cease to be the person we all know you to be? That’s what she was afraid of; she wanted to belong somewhere, in one place, in one time. I always told her that was an impossibility”

“And now?” Donna asked, barely holding it together.

“Now I’ve learned a few things…what do you want Donna?”

“I want to belong Doctor, but with you, here, in the TARDIS, exploring galaxies , learning all I can from you, facing the faceless, staying true to who I am, but being an equal, you and me, the Doctor Donna”

The Doctor graced her tearful cheeks with a tender touch and rubbed it smoothly.

“We had the best of times” he said, pressing his fingertips gently against the sides of her temple.

“No, no Doctor, please I want to stay, I don’t want to go back”

“Donna, when you travel with me, there is no going back”

“So what is this?” Donna said as The Doctor gently closed his eyes and concentrated.

“Stay still” he said.

Donna ceased pleading and stayed as composed as she could, The Doctor tensed up, his body shook, she felt something move within her mind, her temperature stabilised, but now it was The Doctor that was becoming cold to the touch, then hot again.

The Doctor’s eyes snapped open and his right leg gave out, he knelt to one side, leaning onto the console for support. Donna cradled him, trying to get him back to his feet.

“Doctor? My head, it’s getting clearer, what did you do?”

“I experimented, just a little, call it an original recipe if you will” The Doctor said, short of breath, he grabbed his chest and tried to pump his hearts back into a regular pattern, as they were both beating a bit too rapidly.

“You took advantage of my personal crisis to conduct an experiment? Oh that’s wizard, I’ve gone from teacher’s pet to lab rat” she replied.

The Doctor couldn’t help but laugh at Donna’s tenacity.

“Look at you, not one second off of avoiding a meltdown, and here you are having a meltdown”

Donna was initially peeved at the sheer cheek on display, but The Doctor’s smile and the relief her crisis had been avoided was enough to get her to think differently, and she soon joined in the merriment with a fresh giggle of her own.

“Alright Frankenstein, you’ve got one shot at an explanation before I take a shot at your ribs for that one, so let it out”

“A few years ago, when I travelled with Rose, I came across Madame De Pompadour, uncrowned queen of France, fantastic gardener. She was being stalked by some robots who wanted her body parts to power their ship and she was feeling very perturbed about that, so I peered into her mind trying to uncover exactly why they specifically chose her…and then something extraordinary happened, she peered into my own head. Two-way telekinetic symbiosis between Time Lord and human. She observed all my memories, could see them as clear as I could see myself”

“Did you ask her how she could do this?”

“All still a bit of a mystery to me, but I never forgot what she said. She told me ‘A door once opened can be stepped through either direction’, that’s when it struck me, a door, a back door, that I could use to deposit all of your experiences with the meta crisis, pouring it into my own head, and leaving the telekinetic link open so everything else your tiny human head observes and absorbs from this moment onward can reside in a tidy little corner of my own mind, dormant and asleep”

“Who are you calling tiny?” Donna said, winking.

The Doctor hummed a little melody to himself as his hearts began to beat regularly, he felt a spring in his step, but he couldn’t yet let go of Donna.

His hands clung on to her own; he looked into her penetrating eyes.

“Our minds will stay linked, every pain in your path will be shared by me, you need not fear overheating, you need not fear fits, you need not fear anything…but it does mean your ordinary life is over, this means you can’t go back to temp jobs and traffic jams, this means you have a place where you belong”

“Just say this means forever Doctor”

“You and me. For as long as we live”

Donna clung to the Doctor tightly; The Doctor cradled her in his arms.

“This feels a bit less platonic…nice though” he said.

“Well, maybe Dalek Cann had a point; maybe this was always fated to happen” Donna said.

“Hope you’re well prepared then, because there’s something else I shared with Madame De Pompadour” he said, and leaned in to give Donna a mesmerising kiss.

Doctor Who-The Man I Was [Fanfic]


As The Fifth Doctor bids farewell to his previous selves, he finds one of those selves may be a little further ahead




The game of Rassilon was over, the price for playing it had been paid in full by the now deposed Borusa, President Eternal, now ruling alongside many other prize claimers over a tomb.

Within moments Chancellor Flavia and her guards would be descending on the chamber to secure the area and to instruct those who had survived the game to make a full statement of their ordeals.

The Doctor knew he had to make good his escape before that could happen. Celestial Intervention Agency’s regular lines of inquiry were always so bothersome to him.

He also knew that each of his incarnations would have the most terrible trouble keeping their singular narrative straight, having experienced four separate challenges all at once.

He envied his fourth incarnation, who had managed to elude the whole procedure purely on an error on Borusa’s part.

The window open to his remaining selves were narrowing, he knew if they all took their leave now, there would be no chance of him being able to properly recollect due to the timelines being thrown back into synch, he would not be able to retain the memory, and the CIA would be far too tangled up in red tape to bother pursuing the matter further.

Temporal fission was the solution; another product of Rassilon’s misguided but fair genius. Those who had participated in the game would be returned to their customary times and places.

As they all came up to him to say goodbye, the kindly elderly soul reunited at last with his granddaughter, the inconsistently tempered cosmic hobo accompanied by a respected Brigadier, and finally his third incarnation, accompanied by perhaps the best of companions.


Sarah Jane Smith.

“Well goodbye me dear chap, I must say I’ve had the time of my lives, haven’t we Sarah Jane?” asked the third, extending his hand out to shake his other selves’.

“Have we? Well, I only have one life and I’ve had too much already” she said.

She reached to extend her own hand and bid farewell

“Goodbye” she began, than something came over her.

Some more rational people would call this an instance of recognition, and a chance to make something of the moment before them.

The realization had to have been dawning on Sarah by now this was the latest version of The Doctor, the form that had succeeded his fourth, the last face Sarah saw.

The one that left her behind on Earth on the flimsy basis no human was to step forth on Gallifrey, his home world.

In truth, he just didn’t want her to know him better than any of his prior companions. The last two to step forth on his world had their memories stolen from them, their times with him on his travels brutishly cut short.

Things had changed in his lives since then; experience had taught him that a greater loss can occur on his adventures whether or not they be tied to Gallifrey and its own dangers. The late Adric had seen to that.

He had tapped into the minds of all his incarnations when they had linked together to free him from Borusa’s control, and from what he had glimpsed of his third incarnation’s dealings in the Zone he had found it the most casual, almost no drama to be had other than bearing witness to a Raston robot’s crude despatch of Cyberman forces.

He reflected on how Sarah had dealt with witnessing one of the deadliest killing machines devised, and she had barely blinked.

This was the woman he deemed impossible to take with him?


What if she told him, in this moment, how she felt? Would she thank him for the times he spent with her? Would he thank her for sending her a version of K9 as a Christmas present? Would she give him a piece of her mind?

His heartbeats beat faster, his aloof expression almost crumbled.

Then the moment passed as quickly as it had started with a formal handshake and a quiet goodbye.

“Erm, it was very nice meeting you”

The Third Doctor ceased the opportunity to make light commentary on this

“Thankyou Sarah, it was nice meeting you too”


“I’ll explain later” he said, giving his other incarnation a wink.

It was at this moment that The Fifth Doctor reflected on another memory of his third self created by this day’s events, another exchange between him and Sarah Jane when they had first met up in the Death Zone.

No, no, it’s you you”

That’s right”

No, No, you changed remember? You became all, er…”

Teeth and Curls?”


He had remembered what his fourth incarnation was fated to look like. Usually a time lord can only be certain of his own reflection for as long as his timeline is out-of-synch, then they forget as soon as the adventure with them has concluded. In times of greater danger, the future self manifests as a projection, occasionally the projection will be camouflaged to prevent the reflection becoming clearer , presumably not to shake the focus of those they’re assisting to move on to the next phase as they combine wits to solve a problem.

Another response from the exchange rattled The Doctor further.

Yes, well, maybe I did, but I haven’t yet”

He was trying to make things simpler for Sarah on their adventure together, but he holding something back from her, he had planted a lie inside a truth.

He had become teeth and curls; he just hadn’t become him again.

Not yet.

Retro regeneration was, after all, possible.

Perhaps Borusa’s time scoop had malfunctioned twice, displacing his fourth incarnation, and bringing another incarnation that happened to take the face of a previous self forward. The pain he had felt when he was initially taken perhaps could have been because they were in the midst of a forgotten adventure together and his role in that encounter was essential to keeping him alive.

If his luck held out, perhaps the explanation to Sarah was one about to come rather than yet to come.

Sarah could sleep soundly in bed today knowing she could see the faces of all those Doctors she knew again, replenished, and renewed.

And if there ever came a day where he would revisit a few of those old faces, he would make up for the mistakes in the lives they had led earlier.

Next time, he would not let her go.

As he watched the ‘Third’ Doctor and Sarah Jane enter the TARDIS, The Doctor spoke to his companions, a part of him cursed himself for not saying much to Sarah Jane in that crucial moment, but a part of him was overjoyed at realising what sort of person he’d travelled far from

“I’m definitely not the man I was. Thank goodness”



Sliders-Roulette [Fanfiction]




Commonly, it’s every day you take a good look at yourself. Most times however, it’s usually through a mirror. Not this time.

This time the experience was very three-dimensional, physical, and real.

“My god” resistance commander Wade Wells uttered in disbelief at the sight of the person amongst the party that had arrived at the holding facility to spring her from her militant Russian captors.

Her double. Her exact double.

“I know this is difficult to process, but this is as wild for me as it for you” the double revealed.

Wade scratched her head, baffled as to what this meant. Had the resistance somehow smuggled her in to take her place? Had they perhaps recruited the finest plastic surgeons to meticulously replicate her appearance and graft it on to a willing volunteer?

When did they ever find the time to do that?

“Look, we can’t hang around here, my friends are doing their best to distract the guards but this isn’t a fantasy world, they’ll come around eventually, they’ll hopefully be

“Oh no, you’re giving me answers on the go, and you’re giving me them right now. If you know who I am and you’re part of all this, then you’ll consider that an order” the commander instructed.

Wade threw her hands up and shrugged.

“Why not?” she said.

As the resistance soldiers and the two Wades darted down the corridors as quickly as they could, the commander was floored by the amount of info dumping she was being subjected to.

“Parallel dimensions? Sliding? Sounds a lot like the kind of thing you find on forbidden planet”

“Maybe that’s why parallel worlds are cordoned off the way they are…worlds like this ought to be illegal”

“You don’t suppose your group of ‘sliders’ could fit some of us into your travel plans?”

“I don’t think we’ve thought that far, we only just got here, largely by accident, and we’re set to leave as soon as my friends spring the crying man from his own cage”

“Sorry, did you say the crying man?”

“Yeah, Rembrandt, Rembrandt Brown, you know him?” said Wade.

“Rembrandt Brown? Yeah, I’ve heard of him. Killed in the Detroit uprisings over twelve years ago, he was an up and comer on the soul circuit just before with the spinning tops. Pilot and I had our first dance to one of his songs”

“He’s got good taste” Wade said.

“I like a little soul in my man, Pilot’s just my type, his whole race is my type, he’s just lucky to have been first in line”

Wade laughed, her double shared her wit.

They managed to reach the outdoor area. They saw Pilot just a couple of meters away playing lookout.

“Let’s see how you good you are at proving you’re the real Wade” Wade said, telling her double of the kiss Pilot had planted on her.

He had found the experience somewhat lacking, this time she was sure he’d be supremely satisfied.

“Only one other person has kissed me the way he did, and he turned out to be a stranger from another world too” she said.

“Different Pilot?” she asked.

“No, Quinn, one of my friends”

“Quinn? As in Mallory?” the Commander replied, almost in disbelief, she felt like laughing.

“What’s the joke?” Wade said.

“He’s probably nothing like this where you come from, but he’s such a square”

“No way, who’d have figured?” Wade replied sarcastically.

“You’re kidding me, I mean, I used to really dig him but it’s like he never saw anything past our friendship, he’s still like that on your world?” the commander asked.

“He has his moments here and there, but yeah, totally oblivious”

The pair were soon joined together in a fit of merriment which was all too swiftly undercut by the sound of gunfire ringing out all around them.

“Scatter” Commander Wade instructed.

“No, I’m not leaving you out of my sight” Wade said.

Commander Wade took her cap off of her head and planted it on her double and pointed to the retreating soldiers

“They came all this way with you to make sure I wasn’t out of their sights, they’ll lay it all on the line to keep both of us safe. Head back with Pilot, I’ll co-ordinate a tactical retreat with the rest. Go!”

Wade nodded and headed off, slightly terrified but placing her trust in what the commander was doing.

Elsewhere, another party of resistance troopers were laying down cover fire as Quinn Mallory, Maximilian Arturo, and Rembrandt Brown all darted under a hail of bullets and made it to a nearby truck. Quinn was deeply distressed, searching for signs of Wade in all of this chaos.

To his relief, he caught sight of her fleeing the grounds with Pilot, the commando trucks were already starting to pull away. Three of the commandos threw grenades, taking precision aim at the ceiling, and the resulting inferno tore the roof off of the complex.

Quinn took Wade by the hand and sprinted towards the cab where Arturo and Rembrandt were entrenched, the truck was on the move and under heavy fire, but Quinn was able to leap onto the edge of the cab, he tightened his hold on Wade as Rembrandt helped support Quinn’s own weight. Quinn held Wade close as the sides of the cab were rattled with soviet gunfire.

“Almost at the home stretch Wade” Quinn assured her.

He noticed Pilot firing from the back of the jeep as another explosion rocked the former university building. It was soon entirely ablaze, a large tunnel of smoke pouring out from what had remained of the roof and blackening the still evening sky further.

Quinn held Wade tightly so she wouldn’t fall; he whispered calmly to her that all was well.

She failed to respond.

Quinn pulled her back and looked at her face, there was a quiet and terrifying stillness to it, her skin pale, cold to the touch, slurred breathing. Quinn’s fingers graced her back and found them smeared with blood when he withdrew his touch.

Quinn was shaken, he held her face in his hands and looked for any trace of life, even the faintest would suffice, but there was nobody staring back at him, her eyes were closing.

“God Wade, no, I-I never should have brought you here. It’s my fault. My god, this-this is all my fault, everything…”

He held the back of her head to his chest; he closed his eyes in anguish as the full consequential weight of his meddling with god’s grand design came calling on his conscience.

The truck pulled up to the curb of a residential area. Arturo was frantically applying resuscitation techniques on Wade. He did not achieve much success.

Rembrandt and Quinn were on their knees alongside Pilot, they felt desperate, helpless.

Rembrandt looked up to see that one of the other trucks had stopped and a medical squad raced back towards them, the men assessed the situation and took over from Arturo hoping they would have more luck than he.

“Move back, give me some room” the doctor said.

Rembrandt rose to his feet and pulled Quinn back with him. They watched with bated breath as the team explored the bullet wound.

Observing from a short distance away was someone who was both new and familiar.

Only a few minutes earlier, she had been talking to herself, sharing a laugh, discussing boys, losing herself in a playful world that distracted her from her duty to the resistance, and she had enjoyed much of that conversation.

She had been hoping to have it continue a bit longer, but now it had all fallen silent.

And now she was left staring at that reflection, so still and motionless, the very life blood pouring out of her, the spark in her eyes gone, and all that was left was the grief of a man she had been learning about minutes before.

Someone also new, yet familiar.

“Quinn?”Commander Wade Wells said.

Quinn believed he was hallucinating as his ears picked up on the voice. He turned, immensely relieve to find Wade approaching him on foot, having stepped out of the back of the truck the medical team had been riding in.

Quinn surprised Wade by moving over to her and clutching her tightly.

Wade’s attention remained drawn to the body ten yards away, now being surrounded by a throng of sad and obeisant rebels.

Quinn pulled her head back into his shoulders.

“Don’t look back, never look back you hear? Always forward, always with me, you got it?” he said.

“Quinn, there’s something you need to know…” Wade said, trying to get a word in, but Quinn was too taken in by her safety.

“Trust me, I’m going to get you home, we’re going home, say it with me. Say it”

“We-we’re going home” said Wade. Quinn held her firm, Wade held him back, her own troubled mind racing.

She watched Pilot rush over to where the other Wade had fallen, he was distraught, his body shaking, and he scooped up Wade in his arms and held her close to his chest, whispering to her, kissing her tenderly on the forehead, trying to bring out some kind of reaction.

Wade had every right to break away from Quinn, to walk over to Pilot, to assure him everything was well, that she had lived, that the resistance would go on.

And something prevented all of that.

Something that proved as formidable as the resistance, something that could not be easily dismissed or destroyed.

A notion.

An idea.

Back at the resistance’s underground headquarters, the rebels were in the process of hurriedly packing up and relocating. In a far corner of the room, underground radio was announcing the success of the raid on the political prison.

The Sliders were being congratulated by Pilot and the others#

“Thanks to what you’ve told us of your world, we know they can be defeated. You’ve giving us hope again. In Wade’s memory, we’ll carry on”

Pilot leaned forward and gently kissed the group’s version of Wade on the cheek.

“Good luck, I hope you make it home” he said.

Wade gently touched the spot where he had kissed her, she looked into his eyes briefly then quickly glanced away, knowing that kind of lingering contact would arouse his suspicions.

Pilot nodded at Quinn, then he and his lieutenants strolled away, throwing themselves back into command, barking orders and rallying the troops.

As Arturo and Quinn began to work out how to best use the sliders’ timer mechanism to depart this world and achieve the best possible destination, that of their home Earth, Wade took a stroll around her base to process the surreal experiences of the last few hours, what she had done, who she had met, and what she was giving up.

She looked all around her, the resistance hadn’t fallen apart, and in fact they had been strengthened by the raid they had just conducted. News of her fate hadn’t even been addressed on the radio, which she felt was appropriate, not one person is above the mission.

She could always confess she was alive, reveal that it was the Wade of another world that had fallen, but only a handful of people high up in command believed such a sensational story, imagine if that were to be applied to the general public or the puppets behind the media, they would deem the resistance mad, trust in them would greatly diminish.

And for those in the resistance who had remained uninformed of the doubles situation, they would assume she had risen from the dead, or was being impersonated, and that would invite radicalisation within the ranks or dissension from within.

She could hear so many voices, some uncertain, some distraught, some encouraging, but she was drawn to one voice in particular, at first it was barely audible, but the closer she got, the louder it became.

She recognised the deep, soulful voice coming from a large tent erected at the edge of the compound; it was a voice that had accompanied her first dance with Pilot. She moved closer in proximity to that location.

She quietly entered the tent, and saw six bodies, rebels killed in the raid, including her own, being draped with American flags. A few mourners stood in silent tribute as Rembrandt sung the timeless hymn Amazing Grace. The song moved Wade so much a tear strolled down her cheek.

When she took on the role of resistance commander, she had been responsible for a few losses, people who had died in her name, people who had fought for her beliefs and paid the price. Now, she herself had paid with her life, only she was alive to witness the profound effect martyrdom was having on her group.

If her life had proven so significant in life to these people, the resistance would be strengthened even further by its loss.

All that was left was for her to play a cosmic game of Russian roulette with her life, she was free to decide what path she desired most, and somehow the idea of journeying to worlds where Russia did not have a lip lock on the states or where there was no disease or crime proved tantalising.

And if there were worlds where tyranny still existed, she could her experiences and skills in leadership to help turn the tide.

She would never tell the others, at least not yet, it could destroy Quinn, who was so clearly a leader in his own right, and keeping the group sane and together during a turbulent journey, she would not deter him from his own path by reminding him daily of tremendous guilt.

As the four Sliders departed the resistance base and moved across the city streets, the wind kicked up the deserted sidewalks, giving the cityscape an eerie forbidding quality and causing all four travellers a sense of unease.

A frustrated Quinn was making adjustments to the timer, the wind made him squint.

“I have no way of verifying whether or not the timer is charged. If the Professor’s computations are precise, with a minimal standard of deviation…”

“Oh give that brain a rest q-ball, simplify it for the rest of us” said Rembrandt.

“I can’t tell if we’ll get home or not, I really don’t. Best to keep your fingers crossed I guess”

The Sliders hurried along when a man in a large cream trench-coat stepped out of the shadows and abruptly blocked their path, shining a powerful flashlight in their faces.

“You’re violating curfew, I’ll see your papers. Now.”

As Quinn and Arturo hesitated, Wade was not as patient.

Knowing this was likely the last act she would commit on her world, she approached the man firmly

“We don’t have time for this” she said, and clocked the man square in the face with a mean right hook.

“Gee Wade, I didn’t know you had it in you” Quinn said.

“Guess my double’s shown me my untapped potential” said Wade, charging down the streets ahead of the rest of them.

Little did Quinn know just how true this was.

Meeting her double, even briefly, had changed her outlook, through her friends it was very possible to have different lenses with which to see the world.

The Sliders hurried for the scene and headed for the park, wherever they ran to, be it to wherever home was for them, or to a thousand different worlds to come, they were putting their faith in risk, chance, and choice. A game of cosmic roulette, with their lives at stake.

Commander Wade Wells would be there to make sure their odds were good.

Danger Mouse-Older



(Contains Spoilers for “Melted”)

“I’m never watching that film again” Pink Dawn vowed as the Mark IV darted across the arctic tundra en route back to London. She was tied to the back of the flying machine and was finding the wild winds difficult to tolerate, especially as they were messing up her hair.

“Well, at least Melted gained one fan to replace the one it just lost” came a voice from the intercom. Dawn frowned.

It was him.

Her co-star in her most recent misadventure.

“I’m not talking to you, you cut my adaptation to ribbons” she said in a sulk.

“Terribly sorry about that, it took me a little while to get into the part” Danger Mouse replied.

“I should have kept your dimwit sidekick in the role of Bumpsydaisy, he’d have stuck to the script, he loved the musical so much he had a precise knowledge of how it all went down” Dawn continued

“Penfold is many things, but a willing accomplice would never fit” DM replied, having faith that his sidekick would never be completely swayed.

“And what about your pitiful pal? I’d much rather spend the rest of this trip talking with a fan of the experience than some newcomer who only used a priceless moment as a means to an end”

“He’s taking a nap, I should know, I gave him a little something in his refreshment to send him to slumber land” DM revealed, adding a tenth pillow from the car’s compartments to the pillow fort that he’d been forming around Penfold to keep him asleep.

“You put him to sleep?” Dawn asked.

“Which means we can talk” DM continued.


“That big number we shared was a means to an end, but I meant everything I said in that performance Dawn” DM revealed.

Dawn felt something shoot up her spine.

At first, she believed it to be a rush of blisteringly cold air from the sharp winds that coursed through the sky and all over her body, but this felt like an internal jolt associated with the feelings of anxiety and unnerving uncertainty.

Whatever he had just admitted to, she believed him.

“How could you have possibly meant it? What was it I said?” she asked, unsure of whether to hate herself for asking as she was seemingly giving in to the kind of conversation her captor was trying to have with her, and she was unsure of how to feel.

“The whole spiel you had about the world being as cracked as the people you meet, that touched me Dawn, it reminded me of how own shortcomings on the west end when I was trying for a career as a musician and singer. My voice and the people in my life at the time were all cracked and distorted, everything was held to an impossible quality standard. The worst examples of humanity judged me on my ability and rejected me. All I wanted was a chance to play in their pen”

“That’s exactly how we met, I wanted nothing more than to have someone play with me, to give me undivided attention and respect, even love” Dawn admitted.

“Look at the pair of us Dawn, we want to keep our egos close and demand everyone lavish attention on us in order to give those egos extra stroke, at the worst of time, we want to embrace love in its most selfish state, only thinking selflessly of others when we give in its highs or lows”

“Are you saying that, deep down, I wanted to personally stop the meltdown the planet was undergoing?” Dawn asked.

“Deep down, you wanted to be the hero, you wanted the redemption story. That’s what Melted was Dawn, a tale of love finding a way to cleanse the light of the darkness that was enveloping it. You wanted me to be your glue to mend the crack in your world, and I in turn needed you to be the light I needed to find my way out of my repressed darkness and take charge of my voice, to command a worldwide stage and make us both the heroes of the story. We brought the light of Melted into a world that sorely needed it. Love held back the ocean, it turned the tide, and we stopped the flood”

Dawn absorbed what DM had said, and rattled back with something she needed to hear. She hated herself for asking in light of the strength in the marvellous mouse’s words, but she needed to hear this from his lips.

“When you were saying ‘I can’t, I can’t’ earlier, you weren’t suggesting you couldn’t bring yourself to sing, you were afraid to admit something about yourself to me, a side that could get you in trouble with your superiors. I didn’t understand then, but I see it now. There was a hidden meaning to it, just as there was when I made my own intentions clear…when I demanded you play Bumpsydaisy. It wasn’t humiliation I wanted from you, I may have said that just to be cheeky, but it wasn’t what I wanted from you at all. It was the chance for you to reciprocate what I was already feeling”

Danger Mouse felt the unnerving cold shoot down his neck as the tension built, only for it to then steadily fade. He smiled.

Dawn understood.

“You’re right, you’re exactly right, I jumped at the part after I thought back to what Penfold had said about the character when he was telling me all about the musical. I feigned disinterest but it struck a chord with me, it got me thinking about how we first interacted, I couldn’t help myself, I even knew instinctively what your favourite game was on that day, it was hide and seek. That right there demonstrates synergy I haven’t had with almost anyone else, it wasn’t just a parental feeling either, it was something more”

“Who are you going to hide from if you try to seek me out after this?” Dawn teased.

Col. K’s hologram form suddenly formed before DM as he contacted the two.

“Ah congratulations DM, that performance was absolutely riveting. During your duet, Squawkencluck got so caught up in the moment she nearly jumped into my arms, completely forgetting I’m a hologram 50% of the time, she landed square on her butt, the poor woman. What’s your E.T.A? We have a nice soft cell waiting for young Dawn that’ll serve her well, at least until her father bails her out with his vast wealth and connections with suspected city council members looking for a Christmas bonus. Just a pity we can’t prove those connections. See you when you get here”

DM smiled, though he was quite uneasy, and turned off the hologram.

“Is what you feel worse than a prison sentence?” Dawn asked.

“To some people it might very well be, but I believe what I feel is something that travels with me, not something that hinders me. It reminds me there is good to come in my twilight years when you’re all caught up and we can truly embrace what we have with confidence we won’t be judged”

“Why tell me now? I could very well say something” she said.

“Dawn, you won’t tell. As you said, your intentions are clear. Right there, in your soul, and in your song, the understanding we share is tangible and real, and it’ll always stay there no matter how further egotistical we become or how much you continue to try to exact revenge on those who wronged you. We’re both opposites, and the same, and whatever it is we shared under the northern lights, rest assured it will stay with us from now until we retire from all of this”

“That’s probably why I’ll never watch the film again…it does nothing now but remind me of what we shared, and what we can never have for as long as age and our opposite experiences divide us”

“Youth is fleeting Dawn, it forever will be, if we can hold on to the hope time can heal those scars of ours, and provided our hearts aren’t pulled in other directions, then we can also hope act on whatever impulses linger in the farthest future”

“Said with such conviction…but you’re right, we need to give each other time, when I grow up, we’ll explore this further. I won’t tell, I’ll treasure our moment Mouse, but don’t think for a second it will go on to define where we stand as long as I’m still young. I’m still a spoiled, selfish little girl, and still every bit your worst nightmare”

“And I will be as determined to stop you for as long as you stay where you are…but know that, for that brief moment in time, when what we shared the fate of the world in both of our hands, we were wiser, and you? You were older


Doctor Who-Good Men [Fanfiction]






The wailing cries and patter of tiny feet were music to a nurse’s ears and the key to warming her heart.

There was tangible outburst of mixed emotion at the hospital; there was much caution, concern, as well as joy.

Only a few days ago, man had recently touched down on the moon, and now seemingly another miracle had occurred in the form of several new arrivals, all left on the doorstep of the hospital, and their birth certificates listing names and addresses that belonged to patients that had recently experienced miscarriages.

It was a mystery as to why this was, who was behind the arrival of these miracle babies?

How did they know which parents had experienced their own personal tragedies?

As the staff prepared the new arrivals wing of the maternity ward, these questions were at the forefront of everyone’s minds, even as the nurses thrilled to the cradling and care of newborn life.

Someone else had caught wind of this too, a trim and slim looking man with a fetching tweed jacket and bow tie who had popped in to say a couple of things.

He was looking for someone.

The babies in the ward, some of them girls, were most excited, more than usual.

It was one of the first times they gazed upon a man.

A slim looking man with a fetching tweed jacket and bow tie had popped in to say hello.

“Hello sweetie” he said.

The babies cried, and kicked, and screamed, and gurgled, but the look on the man’s face became gloomier with each outburst of emotion on their part.

It wasn’t producing the desired result.

And the nurses were staring at him, making small talk among themselves as to why he was in the ward seemingly chatting up infants.

“Ok, not one of you knows what I mean by that, and this probably looks very wrong right about now, but before I take my leave, I’d rather an adult in the room answer a question for me”

“Can I help you sir?” asked the nurse.

“Yes, very much so…what is he doing here?” The Doctor responded.

“Excuse me?” the Nurse asked, a little perplexed

“And him, and him, him, him and him” The Doctor said, pointing to six of the babies in a row.

“I don’t know what you mean by this, these are new arrivals; you do know your way around this hospital don’t you?”

The Doctor produced his ‘credentials’ on the psychic paper, informing the nurse he was a Doctor from a local clinic sent to check on a specific arrival by the name of Melody Pond.

“I’ll talk to the orderly in charge Mr. Smith, he’s around here somewhere”

“Take your time”

The nurse took her leave to fetch the orderly.

“You shouldn’t be here; none of you should be in here…not in this place or time, who decided you of all people, ought to be made vulnerable?”

Several of the babies in a row stared at him with a mesmerising expression.

“Don’t give me the eye, I know you’re not regarded as average Joes” The Doctor responded.

“Sir? The orderly in charge of new arrivals as you requested” came the kindly voice of the nurse.

The Doctor turned only for a cold shiver to travel down every fibre of his being.

“Bruce, this is Doctor John Smith” the nurse said, making the formal introductions.

“Trying to pick out your favourite Asian child Doctor?” Bruce said, extending his hand for The Doctor to shake it.

The Doctor, not wanting to make too much of a scene, at least as long as the nurse was present, gripped Bruce’s hand lightly. He could feel Bruce tighten his grip in a vice like manner.

The Doctor did not cave in to the pressure, though his face was clearly strained by the pain.

Satisfied with this, Bruce released his grip.

The Doctor scrambled to think of what to best do next once the nurse had disappeared.

He had met this orderly before, in the same city, only several decades into the future. Bruce was a free man then, an innocent ambulance orderly who had become the latest in an endless list of victims at the hands of The Doctor’s arch rival.

This was no longer Bruce, he was forever The Master.

“Are you looking for someone Doctor?” Bruce asked.

The Doctor was hesitant to answer, if ‘Bruce’ knew that he was looking for the child that would become River Song, it would be quite a catch for him were he to intercept her before he could. The havoc they would wreak together scarcely bore thinking about.

“That can wait, I’d like to know where all these babies came from” The Doctor responded.

“Can I tell you a story of the birds and bees over a glass of fruit juice?” Bruce taunted.

“You know what I mean, we can speak baby, both of us, and we know these children are touched with darkness, some of them are a bit ego-centric, already telling me everything they’d like to do, babies always have some negative impulses to work through, but I unfortunately recognise some of them based off their voices and mannerisms. What do you see when you talk to them?”

“I see a bright future Doctor, I see good men”

“Really? You’ve picked a fine motley bunch. Let’s list them all shall we?”

The Doctor strolled along the ward, naming each child as he went.

Additionally, he also listed their crimes, or rather, their future crimes.

“Gian Lugi Ferri, in 1993 he will walk into the law offices of Pettit and Martin on the 34th floor of 101 California Street. Put on a pair of orange ear protectors, and will commence shooting at random with three semi-automatic pistols”

The Doctor looked over at the small group of babies that had given him a gander earlier.

“These boys are all members of the Joe gang, who on September 4th 1977, raided what was then the Golden Dragon restaurant in an attempt to assassinate the leader of Wah Ching, a rival gang. They killed five and wounded eleven with a barrage of bullets. It was labelled the bloodiest massacre in the annals of city history”

“Let’s not forget Dan White, who in 1978 acted under the influences of misunderstood pressure from conservative departments and constituents, and had a couple of spills with bad junk food. He assassinated Supervisor Harvey Milk and Mayor George Moscone. Infamously convicted of manslaughter and not murder after mounting what was known as the Twinkie Defence” Bruce added.

“He also dealt with severe depression” The Doctor snapped back.

“He was also once hailed as a hero in the news for saving a woman and her baby while on the job. He was already capable of the most incredible good, I almost refused to consider sending him back to start again, but then I remembered the strains life had put on him”

The Doctor walked back up to Bruce and grabbed him by the lapels of his black jacket.

“Some of the most heinous crimes committed in San Francisco, or will come to occur in San Francisco, monsters each of these children will become, and they’re all lined up, ready and waiting to be returned to their parents, but not their actual parents, by new ones. You’re trying to alter the course of history”

Bruce pushed The Doctor back with a firm ferocity.

“This is my good deed for the day Doctor; I’m giving these monsters a second chance before they have the opportunity to squander their first ones. They’ll go to people that can raise them well, people who thought they’d lost on their own chance to do right by a child”

“And I suppose you scouted them before hand? Followed them along their personal timeline and found they had perfectly inoffensive lives?” The Doctor said, his anger steadily growing.

“Are you proposing that they are effective in their own history by being who they are? Lost souls? Killers?” Bruce continued, knowing precisely which buttons to press where The Doctor’s morality was concerned.

“In a way, they sort of are. They are established in the web of life, they are fixed points, and they are historical fact. Unravelling the web of time is dangerous, but that’s never been lesson you appear to have ever learned”

“You think in such linear terms” Bruce said dismissively.

“Somebody has to, our people lost sight of it, you lost sight of it, and I’ve come close to losing sight of it, but in the end whatever will be, will be”

“Did your mother teach you that?” taunted Bruce.

The Doctor chose at this moment to turn the subject back to the delicate matter of how to best handle the situation going forward.

“I think you’d best leave, you know I won’t stand for this, I have to take these babies back” he said.

“Your good deed is to ensure evil carries on…a fitting karmic punishment for your sins that have been and for your sins yet to come” Bruce said, taking his leave.

The nurse returned to the ward just as Bruce departed, she looked at the haunted expression on The Doctor’s face, his features were paler, and his hands were visibly shaking, tightened into knotted fists.

He knew what to do, he would take them all back in the TARDIS, but first he had to get them off site in a most professional manner.

“Put in a phone call for me to the FBI, ask for Canton Everett Delaware, inform him an old friend needs help in shifting most of this ward’s contents with as minimal fuss as possible. They’re not meant to be here, and tell the expectant parents I’m sorry, but they’re going to have live out their lives wrestling with what could be, not will be”

After trying delicately to spin the awkward and tragic situation as best he could to her without creating the impression he was mad or complicated, the nurse held back fresh tears and took her leave to do as requested.

The Doctor looked on at the babies, all of them speaking in their infant language, some of them already tinged with the dark impulses that would later overtake them in life.

The Doctor pondered why The Master had, in the most twisted of fashions, opted to try his hand at a ‘good deed’, but with no consideration for the kind of rules good men like The Doctor maintained for themselves.

Perhaps it was to show the absurdity of trying to maintain rules in a universe that permits the very concept and execution of rule-bending, that it was steadily becoming easier to be right more in the well intentioned sense. He was trying to prove good men no longer needed rules, or at least not that many.

The Doctor felt like he was the last of a noble breed, and he had come close to abandoning all sense of that before, prior to the sacrifice of Adelaide Brook, the woman who stopped a time lord victorious in his tracks.

To honour her memory, her sacrifice, the rules would be maintained.

He just hoped that when the time would come for him to depart from this reality, his light and apposite footprint would not be washed away by the tide of those well intentioned, but morally in flux.

In the final hour, all good men must abide by the law.

Be it the law of time, life, or otherwise.

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers-Gracepoint: Episode One-Rangers In Retreat [fanfic]



(Five Episode Mini-Series), An alternative take on the final days of the Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers, which asks the question…what if the Rangers were not reverted to children at the end of “Rangers In Reverse”, but the rest of the world was? Featuring Kid Bulk and Skull, Battle Borgs, the Zeo quest, Alpha defusing a bomb, and above all else, more metallic glitter!


Episode One: Rangers In Retreat

At the Angel Grove Juice Bar, it was another frantic weekend afternoon for six extraordinary teenagers with attitude.

One of these teenagers, Rocky, was lifting a large crate of bananas that had been recently delivered. His friend Billy was helping him with another heavy crate, full of melons.

Directing traffic was the bar’s owner Ernie, who was pleased to have all the help he could get lifting these packages.

“Good work guys” he said.

“Think nothing of it Ernie, we’re glad to help, especially when it means free smoothes” said Rocky, which caused Billy to give him a dirty glance.

Rocky wondered what the accusatory stare was for.

“What? I’m eager to try out Ernie’s new recipe, you must be curious too” he said.

“Rocky, surely the fact we have put some effort into helping Ernie out with the crates reward enough?” Billy insisted,

“Come on guys, they’ll be plenty of reward to go around, and it’ll be for everyone, it’s all on me today. After all, it’s a special occasion tomorrow” said a satisfied Ernie.

As he walked past another of Billy and Rocky’s friends, Tommy, a sense of awkwardness overtook all three as they pondered what Ernie meant.

“You guys get the feeling we’ve forgotten something?” Tommy said.

“I know you get that feeling all the time, but I’m usually pretty sharp” said Rocky.

“I admit to being fairly stumped myself over what Ernie could possibly be indicating” said Billy.

Two more of their friends, Adam and Aisha, charged into the bar.

“Hey guys, is Katherine here?” said Adam.

“No” Tommy replied.

“Thank goodness, I wanted to run what we have planned for her big day past you guys before she turned up” Adam revealed.

Tommy, Rocky and Billy all looked at each other and felt an overwhelming urge to bury their heads in their hands

“Kat’s birthday, aw man I forgot all about it” he said.

“Well don’t that beat all?” said Aisha sarcastically.

“Hey, we all forgot this time, he’s in good company” said Rocky defensively.

“Well it shouldn’t really matter, this present didn’t require all of us to think it out anyway…this has fallen straight into our lap” said Aisha.

“What are you getting at Aisha?” asked Tommy.

Aisha beckoned the group to huddle together so she could reveal her intent.

Meanwhile, high above the Earth, on the far side of the moon, within a lavish lunar palace, evil was stirring.

“My father, Master Vile, is finally ready to unleash the masterstroke of the millennium” exclaimed a lethally lively Rita Repulsa to her hardened husband Lord Zedd, bratty brother Rito and long suffering solider Goldar.

“Such a prestigious presentation requires an audience, we have supplied it, now where is the presenter? Is the old coot perhaps conjuring up a vanishing act? Let’s hope so” Zedd remarked.

“Have patience my pretty, he’s been very busy, this latest scheme has taxed his powers and his mind”

“I’m going out of my mind just putting up with him” said Zedd.

Deep within the core of the moon, in an underground cave close to the lines of the Caves of Deception, Master Vile stood in the midst of heavy mist, a sceptre in hand, putting into practise an insidious incantation.

“Forces of darkness that I empower fulfil my needs at this crucial hour. To ensure that all my enemies fall, delay no longer and answer my call”

Vile raised his arms, ripples of blue electrical energy surged from his sleeves, the blue turned wildly to gold as the energy levels in the cavern increased tenfold. The sheer strength of the power surging through Vile as the incantation took effect was enough to trigger a small lunar quake.

The ground beneath Vile began to crack open, and a power crimson glow emanated from where he stood.

Vile continued his incantation.

“Evil so pure it blinds who can see, after ten thousand years, send your champion to me”

The lunar quake soon subsided, and the cave once more became stable. Vile stood firm despite much debris falling around him. He reached out to the chasm that had opened before him with his right hand and fetched a stone orb with a pulsating orange light.

“It is done, oh glorious embers of evil I thank you for this gift” Vile said in gracious thanks.

Vile would find little gratitude when he returned to the lunar palace. Having been severely damaged by the lunar quake, everyone was stumbling around. Squatt was helping Baboo back to his feet, while Rito was attempting to help Goldar in much the same way, only for the golden gladiator to swat his hand aside, opting to rise on his own power.

“Gee Pop, you did it again, you left ol’ Edd over there piping hot” Rito said to Vile, pointing to Zedd’s skin glowing a bright and enraged crimson. The colour of the lunar chamber changed to reflect his current attitudes.

“Just what in pandora’s play pen are you up to now Vile?” Zedd said angrily.

“Planning the next step in our plan to destroy the Power Rangers and conquer this planet of course” revealed Vile.

“And what will it require? Another visit from a branch of your family tree? You’re lucky I don’t cut you off at the roots” Zedd replied angrily,

“Be nice Zeddy” said Rita

“I’m an overload of evil, being nice isn’t in my nature” revealed Zedd.

“Mock me if you will Zedd, for very soon the fate of the Power Rangers shall be decided, and not by my hand, but by their own”

At the Power Rangers Command Centre, Alpha 5 was in a state of distress.

“Ay-yi-yi Zordon, a disturbance in the moon’s gravitational pull is decalibrating all of our instruments”

“Have you been able to pinpoint the cause?” Zordon, the Ranger’s Eltarian mentor, asked

“Not at this time Zordon, but the readings are off the scale, I can only think of one item found at the heart of the moon that could create such a disruption, but it’s remained undisturbed for thousands of years…not even Rita or Lord Zedd have dared to try and release it”

“Then we can only assume Master Vile has dared to do what others have not” Zordon revealed.

“Only the most absolute of evil beings would risk using what we assume has been uncovered” Alpha said.

“The evil we oppose has never been in a more desperate state Alpha, the Rangers have become quite the formidable force and Vile’s last campaign against the planet ended in humiliation. He will not take being humbled in this way lightly”

“I guess all we can do right now is hope that we’re both wrong about this, but I have a feeling in my dials that something is going to go drastically wrong” confessed a worried Alpha.

Elsewhere, in Angel Grove, a large carnival was in town.

Katherine , a pink blindfold over her eyes, asked her five teammates what was going on

“Guys, where are you taking me?! I don’t understand!” she pleaded, half excitedly as the loud music and sound of screaming children gave her the impression she was surrounded by a lively and joyous environment.

“We wanted to make sure your first birthday in the States was full of life, laughs and love. The love comes from us, the laughs come from them, and here’s to more years of life for all of us” exclaimed a pleased Aisha.

“Yeah Kat, you’re definitely going to love this” said Tommy.

Tommy and Billy lead the blinded Katherine through the main parking lot, the others following close behind.

Elsewhere in the parking lot, Junior Police Officers Bulk and Skull were on parking duty. Skull was carrying a measuring tape, while Bulk was busy writing tickets on a notepad.

Skull’s measurements one vehicle in particular were analysed by Bulk, scribbling them on the notepad and agreeing with them.

The owner of the car soon arrived, his features hidden behind a baseball cap and a pair of dark shades.

Bulk approached him.

“Excuse me sir, but according to our meticulous measurements, your car is too inches close to the line. That’s a mighty big traffic hazard there.

Skull wound up the tape measure and plucked it into Bulk’s hand.

“Write ’em his notice Bulkie” Skull exclaimed.

“Sir, I must advise you to be careful where you deposit that heap of yours, otherwise next time we’ll be forced to tow it” Bulk continued, chuckling. Skull followed that up with his own trademark laugh.

The man removed his shades, revealing the features of Bulk and Skull’s superior officer Lt. Stone.

“I might be forced to do something quite disturbing if you go through with that gentlemen…so why don’t we put a bad idea to bed” said Stone in a smooth and stern voice that shook Bulk and Skull to their core.

“Yes sir, absolutely sir” said Bulk, tearing up the parking ticket and stuffing it in Skull’s mouth, Skull swallowed it and grinned nervously at Stone, who rolled his eyes and stormed past them.

Around the corner, the blindfolded Kat was brought to the carnival entrance.

“Now for the grand unveiling” said Aisha as Tommy handed her the tickets for entry.

“I’m ready guys, surprise me” said Katherine.

Billy removed her blindfold and Katherine took in the full sights and sounds of the carnival in progress.

“Surprised?” said Rocky.

“Oh guys I love this, thank you so much” said Katherine as she got a little overemotional.

“Hey, wipe those tears girlfriend, this is a happy occasion” remarked Aisha.

“I’m so lucky, these past few months have been a rollercoaster for me, meeting you guys has really changed my life for the better” Katherine said.

“We’re all lucky to have met you Kat” said Rocky.

“Come on, guys. Let’s go have some fun!”

At the Lunar Palace, Master Vile was explaining his latest plan to his family.

Squatt and Baboo, most curious about the item in Vile’s hand, reached out to touch it, only to be electrocuted by a surge of Vile’s sceptre

“Don’t put your grubby paws on it. This is a delicate item, it has the power to shatter the very foundations of a planet. Do you want us all cast adrift in space?” Vile” cautioned with sheer contempt in his voice.

“It would help of course Vile if we knew just what we were dealing with” Zedd said.

“Thankfully it is the Rangers that will have to deal with this orb’s power, and they will find they have at last met their match”

“Their match? Wouldn’t they use that to start a fire and smoke us out?” asked a dumbfounded Rito much to Vile’s dismay. Zedd zapped Rito’s behind with a bolt of energy from his own staff.

“The Orb was devised as a morphing grid in miniature” Vile explained, “It has the ability, when placed in a location that aligns perfectly with a set of stellar constellations, can emit a temporal wave that restores the Earth to an earlier point in its history. This was originally devised as a last resort by the Morphing Masters should evil overtake the planet, but the orb was too powerful for them to control, and was thus buried deep within the moon. Only a thorough breakdown of the caverns of despair’s defences by the Rangers on their last visit here granted me the power sufficient enough to release it”

“So this orb can do what we’ve already tried, and failed, to do in turning the clock back on the Earth, to do. An inspirational piece of original thinking there Vile” replied a cynical and wearier Zedd.

“Oh ye of little faith, this will do more than just reverse time, being a product of the Morphing Masters, the orb harnesses the very core of the Morphing Grid’s energies, whenever energy from the same source is used in opposition to it, it absorbs and bestows it’s wielder with a karmic deflection” Vile explained.

“Are you telling us this is basically a rabbit’s foot?” asked Rita.

“I got one better sis, it’s the whole rabbit” said Rito.

“Rito, I am entrusting the Orb of Doom to you, position it just north of the city, it will do the rest. You need not worry about interference from the Power Rangers, indeed I am looking forward to their attempts at meddling” Vile instructed, handing Rito the orb.

“You can count on me Pops” said Rito, shimmering in red energy as he transported himself down to the surface of the Earth.

Back at the carnival, the six teenagers were atop the Super Slide riding atop potato sacks, cheering loudly as they slid down towards the bottom. At one point in the trip, Tommy found himself unable to maintain his balance and spun around on his back.

Katherine was in high spirits, and exclaimed how awesome the slide was as soon as they touched down.

“You guys want to try out the Roller Plane next?” asked Tommy as Katherine helped him to his feet.

“I eagerly agree” said Billy as he came down.

“I’m definitely up for it” said Katherine.

Rocky clutched his stomach, feeling a little queasy.

“I don’t know guys, these rollercoasters are really messing with my intestines, probably shouldn’t have those chilli dogs before I started on these rides” he said.

“The ironic thing is you haven’t even been on any real rollercoasters yet” joked Aisha.

The Rangers communicators suddenly went off.

Katherine’s face froze, she shook slightly.

“Not today” she whispered.

Tommy and the other dashed off to a secluded corner at the edge of the slide, the teens huddled together in a circle, activating their communicators.

“We read you Zordon” said Tommy.

“Power Rangers, you are required at the Command Centre immediately” said Zordon.

The teens did as instructed, triggering the teleporter on their communicators. Their bodies shimmered and crackled with sparkling multi coloured electricity and they flew into the sky heading towards their Command Centre hidden in the rocky mountains on the outskirts of the city.

Upon landing inside the Command Centre, they were greeted by a distressed Alpha,

“Oh, thank goodness your’re here! Ay-yi-yi! It’s just terrible!” he bellowed.

“Calm down Alpha, I’ve never seen you this haywire” said Adam.

The teens, looks of concern on their faces, asked Zordon what the latest emergency was

” Master Vile has summoned the darkest force in the universe, and is preparing to unleash it on our planet.” Zordon revealed.

“I don’t get it! What force?” Aisha asked

“The Orb Of Doom. A device that harnesses the very power of the Morphing Grid. Corrupted long ago by the forces of evil it lay dormant within the Moon’s caverns of despair for millennia until very recently. Somehow Master Vile has gotten a hold of it, and has sent Rito to Earth to place it at a specific set of coordinates. Once he succeeds, Vile will be able to use the Orb to reverse time and undo key events in our history. It will be as the Power Rangers had never arrived”

“Wait, it can tap into the Morphing Grid energy? Does that mean it can give Vile, Zedd and Rita access to our powers?” Rocky asked.

“No, but for as long as he has his hands on the Orb, Rito and his forces will have a distinct advantage in both strength and tenacity that could prove to be a difficult challenge” explained Alpha.

“Once the Orb is planted, it will burn through its remaining energies to accomplish its task. You won’t have to worry about it afterwards, but by that point it will have achieved it’s purpose and the Earth will be altered”

“Does this orb have the power to halt time indefinitely?” asked Billy.

“It was created to be an ideal weapon by people whose sole ideal was the planet’s perceived golden age, an age that cannot be viewed through a lens that looks forward” Zordon revealed.

“So in other words, to the orb the past is most present” said Adam

“Let us intercept Rito Zordon, we can take him” said Tommy.

“There is a chance, but there is a great risk Rangers. As Alpha has said, the power you draw from the morphing grid will be used to enhance Rito and his own forces; they would prove to be a formidable match”

“We’ve gotten by before through taking chances” said a confidant Tommy.

Billy printed out the co-ordinates and studied them thoroughly.

“Remember, Rangers. Once the Orb is secured, it cannot be removed.”

“Red Ranger Power”

“Black Ranger Power”

“Yellow Ranger Power”

“Pink Ranger Power”

“Blue Ranger Power”

“White Ranger Power”

Transforming into the Power Rangers, the six teenagers teleported to their destination, where they found Rito wandering the hills.

“Look, he’s got the orb in his hands” said Adam, pointing to the glowing object in Rito’s grip.

“Hey Rito, we’ll take that” called out Tommy.

Rito turned around and grunted.

“Hey, dad said you’d arrive for the party, might as well start it with a bang” he said and fired several electrical shots from what passed for his eyeballs, igniting the very ground the Rangers stood on, though fortunately the Rangers were able to leap out of the way in time as the soil erupted into flames.

The Rangers encircled Rito, giving him no possible way out.

“You’re surrounded Rito, you might as well surrender and hand over that Orb” said Tommy.

Rito waved his bone-sword menacingly at them.

“If I had nerves, you guys would be getting on the end of every one of them” Rito remarked.

“Whatever your game is, you’re going to lose” said Rocky.

“Oh games? Now this is definitely what I call a party, here’s one of my favourites, it’s called “TENGA, YOU’RE IT”

He waved his sword and summoned an army consisting of purple and black feathered freaks

“Those feathered forces have never been much of a match for us Rito” said Tommy.

“Always a first for everything, sic ’em boys” said Rito.

More Tengas approached Aisha from behind.

She backed away slowly upon noticing them.

“I hate to tell you this, guys. But now we’re the ones that are surrounded”

“I ain’t got all day, so if you don’t mind, I’ll leave you guys to play while I get my job done” Rito said, resuming his journey.

Suddenly, Zedd’s most loyal minion Goldar arrived.

“I heard you were having a party, why wasn’t I invited?” he said.

“Guys, we can’t delay any longer, we’ve got to stop Rito before he plants that orb where it needs to be” said Billy.

“Agreed, drop it Rito” said Tommy.

“We won’t let you get away with this” said Katherine.

“I’m afraid you have no choice this time Birthday brat, the grid’s energy flow through this odd little orb, a lot of luck is on my side this time”

“Your luck’s about to run out” decreed Tommy.

“Fortune favors the bald” said Rito

“That’s bold you numb skull” said Goldar

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with my skull, sure it’s a bit dented around the edges, but it feels just fine” said Rito.

The Rangers, realising time was of the essence, charged into battle with the Tengas. Rocky threw several fierce punches, some of which the Tengas deflected or ducked, and set themselves upon him. Aisha managed to avoid being sliced in half by Goldar’s sword and reached out to grab the orb from Rito, but a Tenga speared her from the side and pulled her down to the ground.

Billy tried his hand next, getting close to Rito and managing to spar with him briefly. Rito was able to juggle clashing with Billy with holding the orb and keeping it from falling into the Ranger’s hands. The orb glowed brightly, Rito could feel the harmonious energy of the grid protecting him as Billy found it difficult to get past Rito’s sword attacks and take the orb from him, even attempting to kick it out of his hand fell to pieces as Rito’s hand was able to avoid every attempt by Billy to do so.

Finally, two Tengas grabbed Billy’s arms and held him back, Billy eventually hurled them off and knocked them on top of one another, but by the time he turned, Rito had already advanced. The two Tengas swiftly got up and this time were successful in bringing Billy down.

Adam tried his hand next only to find his path to Rito blocked by Goldar and a trio of Tengas. Billy broke free of the Tengas pinning him down and joined Aisha to fend off Goldar and the trio and clear a path for Adam.

As the fight wore on however, more Tengas swooped in and provided Goldar with back up. Blue and Yellow now faced overwhelming odds, and their plan to give Adam cover to reach Rito soon fell apart as Adam raced to their rescue.

The swarm of Tengas tore into the Rangers with kicks and pecks from their beaks, Adam was kicked in the gut and Aisha was slammed onto a slab of concrete rock . Billy found himself being tackled once again, and was barely able to get up.

Billy walked over to Tommy, who was biding his time, attempting to find a clearer path to Rito and becoming frustrated that

“Tommy, Zordon was right, the orb’s power is protecting Rito, there’s no efficient way of reaching him, and the Tengas are unbelievably strong. We need extra protection”

“We’ll call on the Mettallic Amour” Tommy replied.

The Rangers all gathered around as the Tengas and Goldar swarmed over them, they motioned their arms up in the air and then down, creating a dazzling flash of light.

“Metallic armour power up” Tommy bellowed.

A pool of gleaming energy coated the Rangers in sparkling, gleaming variations on their outfits. The Rangers cracked their knuckles and flexed their enhanced muscles.

“So you Mighty Morphing Morons are on the Metallic Mend, as if that’ll put a dent in my plans” said Rito.

“Too bad, because we’re about to put break your bird’s beaks” declared Rocky.

Aisha jumped high in the air and perched herself a tall boulder, the Tengas surrounded it. Aisha leaped off the boulder and delivered a jump kick to the Tengas, her golden yellow colouring illuminating the sky as she did so, knocking down several of them in one mighty swoop.

A Tenga also takes a leap into the air and attempts to pin down Billy for a third time, but Billy, protected by the metallic armour, was able to deliver a nasty kick with his leg in perfect position to impact on the Tengas’s chest, causing it to flip uncontrollably down to the ground.

Black Metallic Ranger Adam faced down three Tengas at once. He utilized the power of his armour, gliding across the ground at the speed of light, zipping across the area and deflecting attacks from several Tengas.

Tommy engaged with Goldar, using Saba to counter sword attacks from the winged warrior. Several Tengas attempted to attack Tommy, but his sharp instincts alerted him to the ambush and he was hold to fend off the attempt at an attack by twirling around and slashing them with strieks from Saba before turning around and again clashing with Goldar.

Rocky and Katherine attempted to double team Rito, managing to finally catch up to him through the efforts of the others. They sparred back and forth with him, again trying to get him to release his grip on the orb of doom.

Rito was not to be deterred however, and slashed away at the two Rangers with his bone sword. The metallic armor protected them, but to their horror they found difficulty in trying to break Rito’s hold on the orb.

“It’s no good, that thing is still drawing power from the Grid to protect itself” said Rocky.

Meanwhile, somewhere up in the mountain range, White Ranger easily takes on Goldar, AND several Tengas at once. What a guy! Red Ranger gets back in the action with Rito Revolto, the two sparring Tommy attempted to reach Rito next, but the Tengas wee as determined as ever to prevent their foes from succeeding, and they grabbed him from behind, Katherine and Rocky were faced with a difficult choice, let Rito go or help their leader.

Katherine knew where her loyalties lay, and dashed off to protect Tommy. Rocky was initially hesitant, concerned with the mission, but realised friendship and teamwork was always the main priority.

Rito powered on, counting the numbers until he reached a spot covered in a patch of grass.

“Looks like a pretty spot…but wait, would Vile really pick somewhere nice looking to plant this thing? Is he just being ironic?” he said to himself.

Rito sat down, bashing the left side of his skull as he pondered where exactly to place the orb. The other Rangers were struggling to keep the Tengas at bay in the backdrop of him puzzling over the problem.

He pointed his finger to the patch of earth and waving it around, settling on the left, then the right, then up, then down. Nothing satisfied him.

“This isn’t working, I have no idea where to place this thing, might as well chance it” said Rito, getting up and dropping the orb on the first patch of soil he chose.

To his astonishment, he found sometimes chances pay off for villains as much as they do for heroes.

A bright beam of violet energy was released from the Orb, streaming upwards towards the sky. Rito stood next to it, looking on in awe

“Alright” he said

“I don’t believe it, the bonehead actually pulled it off” said Goldar.

“Hey, I was the one who trashed their Zords months back too, my pop was right about broken clocks” replied Rito.

Menawhile, the Rangers found their struggle against the Tengas becoming mercifully easier, and they were able to beat them back.

Unfortunately, they also knew what this meant.

“Looks like the Orb’s been released, which means we’re too late” said Tommy.

The Rangers huddled together and watched as a loud thunderclap could be heard and the sky darkened. Lighting struck various sections of the rocky terrain, encircling Rito as he laughed triumphantly.

As the sky became a black hue, Rito spotted full moon peering through the murky clouds, as it’s glow intensified, a earthquake suddenly rocked the area.

Rito, Goldar, the Tengas and the Ranger swayed from side to side as fissures opened up in the ground and they struggled to maintain their balance.

Observing all of the events was Alpha and Zordon from the security of the Command Centre.

“Ay-Ay-Ay Zordon, the Rangers have failed” said Alpha.

“Then we must proceed with our contingency plan quickly Alpha, summon the Rangers back here and begin preparations” Zordon ordered.

“Rangers, return to the command centre immediately” Alpha instructed as he contacted the Rangers.

“There’s still a chance we can take the orb out Alpha” said Tommy.

“There’s nothing that can be done at this stage Tommy, if you stay where you are, you’ll be affected by the temporal storm the orb is generating” Alpha revealed

“Tommy, listen to Alpha, Rito’s won” Rocky insisted.

“No, we’ve got to get the orb” Tommy said, anguish and desperation in his voice.

“Remember what Zordon said, the orb can’t be removed. It’s over, we have to retreat”

“No way” said Tommy, trying to make it to where the Orb was, only to be pulled back by the remaining Rangers.

“It’s too late Tommy, please, it’s too dangerous to remain here” Katherine pleaded.

Tommy pounded the ground in frustration as he realized his friends were right.

“…Ok” he said.

Tommy looked at his friends; he clenched his fist in frustration, and made the call.

“Rangers, retreat” he said.

The Ranegrs raised their arms to the sky and triggered their teleportation.

“The Rangers in retreat? Now there’s a story” said Rito.

“We’d best retreat ourselves, otherwise we’ll be taking a trip to the Earth’s core” Goldar said, grabbing Rito by the shoulder blades and teleporting away.

Back at the Lunar Palace, a triumphant Master Vile addressed his family, giving the returning Rito a gold medal for his competence.

“Well done sonny boy, I knew the good fortunes of the Orb of Doom would bring misery and ultimate defeat for the Power Rangers” Vile boasted.

“Thanks dad, if I had a face, I’d be red with blushes right about now” said Rito.

Rita noticed Zedd was hesistant to celebrate.

“Hey, what’s down with your demeanour, the Rangers lost and had to run away” she said.

“Exactly, they retreated back to the Command Centre, where undoubtedly Zordon will find some means of protecting the power squeaks” Zedd revealed.

“Not even the wise and formidable Zordon can prepare fully for the great sea of change about to flood this planet” Vile revealed as bolts of lightning darted out of the Earth and lit up the stars, exploding into majestic sparks of light and energy that danced across the moon palace.

Back at the carnival, Bulk and Skull were trying to maintain order as the citizens panicked and ran in all directions.

“What’s up with the sky? The forecast said it’d be clear all day” said Skull.

One citizen trod on Bulk’s foot, causing him incredible pain

“That’s the fifth time someone’s stood on my bad toe today, the next one to try that is up to their pencil necks in trouble” he vowed.

No sooner that he’d decreed this did the same thing happen again. In pain, he grabbed the citizen by the neck and demanded he apologise.

“Care to repeat that Bulkmier?” said the Citizen, revealing himself to be Lt. Stone.

“Apology ac-accepted sir” Bulk said.

“Hey Bulk, you wanna head off and get something to eat” Skull said as he turned back to his friend, only to freeze in horror at the icy look on Stone’s face as he suggested this.

“I meant get something to eat for the folks here” Skull said nervously.

“Yeah, a little something to calm their nerves and stomachs, I don’t know if you’re aware of this but there’s something brewing up there” Bulk said nervously, pointing upwards towards the sky.

On the moon, Master Vile began to cast a spell

Give me strength, power, and rage. People of Earth, reverse in age”

The Orb Of Doom gleamed with another surge of power, a ferocious torrent of fire shot upwards and igniting the moon, making it as bright as the sun, before it shot back down towards the Earth and immersed in a warm glow.

Inside the Command Centre, the Ranger, still in costume, watched a view of the Earth from the viewing globe.

“Look, the planet is beginning to reverse it’s rotation” Billy said

“Alpha, can you focus on the carnival?” Tommy asked.

On the viewing globe, the carnival slowly ground to a halt. Citizens froze in place as the planet burned bright with white hot energy.

On the moon, Master Vile concluded his spellbinding ceremony.

“Ultimate power, exert your force! Divert the Earth’s natural course!”

“These nursery rhymes aren’t worth my time” said a despairing Zedd.

Rita aggressively elbowed him.

As the world turned, Master Vile gloated at his supreme victory.

“The Rangers will not able to summon their Ninja Zords or draw on their own power, their defeat is total, we must make preparations for the conquest of their world” he said.

The Earth began spinning in a clockwise direction, opposite of where it was heading before, and as it did so, those caught up in the temporal storm found themselves regressing in age.

Bulk, Skull and Lt. Stone were among the panicked citizens reduced to children.

“Hey, aren’t we a little bit short for these uniforms?” asked a nimble and nervous Stone.

“Who asked you?” said Bulk, shoving Stone to the ground and trying to walk away only for his feet to trip over the long sleeves of his pants.

Elsewhere, someone is tossing a baseball to some milk jugs at a booth, observed by a vendor with his dog at his side, when the temporal storms overtake them and they’re all reverted to children, with the dog reverted to a puppy.

Back at the command centre , the Rangers observed the changes to the world in disbelief.

“I can’t believe this is happening” she said.

“Our parents…our friends, will they even recognise us if we head back?” asked Adam.

Tommy was beside himself with guilt and anger.

Observing all these changes at the Command Centre, Katherine shed a small tear as the world she knew fell apart, and all on her special day.

“What do we do now?” she asked.

Noone had an answer.