Futurama Porn Story: Leela Squared Chapter 1

P.S. As the two Leela’s interact and appear more often together, I’ll
distinguish them by calling them the Doctor’s Leela, and the other as Fry’s
Leela, just for simplification purposes.

Leela Squared

The year: 3015

Fry slept, and dreamed. He dreamt about his wedding day, and how Leela had
looked back then, and of the day that he had finally become more than a
simple delivery boy. He saw the day when he’d finally gotten Bender to
tone down his evilness just a little bit, which had meant that he’d stopped
worrying about finding some of his organs missing and on the black market.
He was in a good place, with friends who appreciated him for who he was,
when, all of a sudden, the dream turned darker, and Fry saw something new.
A tall man stood in the shadows, and he seemed to be saying something
important. As Fry approached, he could see that the man was gesticulating
furiously, as though what he was saying was important, a life-or-death
matter. Fry concentrated harder (something he still had difficulty with),
but he still couldn’t make out the words. At that same moment, he noticed
that giant shapes had started to form around the stranger, closing in on
him. Fry concentrated harder still; he had to know! But only one word got
through.

Stranger: .Leela!

Fry awoke with a start. The dream had become a nightmare at the last
minute. He looked down, and was surprised to see Nibbler sitting beside
him on the edge of the bed, looking at him with those three ever-so-bright
eyes. Nibbler stared for a moment longer, and for just a second, Fry had
the strangest feeling that Nibbler was smarter than he let on. Fry gazed
so intently at that third eye that it startled him when Nibbler hopped up
in the air. Fry saw where he was going to land, and started to tense up,
even though he knew it was too late.

Nibbler: Yah! Yah!

The air rushed out of Fry’s lungs as Nibbler landed square on his stomach.
Nibbler hopped off again and waddled out the door. Fry watched him go as
he struggled to catch his breath.

Fry: (Gasping) When I get a hold of you I’m gonna drop kick
you right through the goal post of life!

Just then, he heard the one of the most wonderful sounds that he’d ever
heard in his life, the voice of his wife.

Leela came into the room, holding Nibbler in her arms and tickling him on
the chin. Fry noticed that, even as he cooed with pleasure, he glanced
over at him with what could have been a smirk.

Leela: Fry! Why would you want to hurt this cute little guy, you know that
Hilary and David love him to death. I know you’re cute, yes you are, and
oh you’re so cute. Who’s my cutey pie, hmm, who is it?

Fry watched as Leela stroked Nibbler on his belly, and thought to himself,
smiling slightly.

Leela looked over at him and then stopped and looked again.

Leela: Fry? Dear, what’s wrong? Are you okay?

Leela leaned over closer to him, and Fry smiled more broadly and waggled
his eyebrows at Leela, who laughed in spite of herself.

Fry: I was just having a dream, about the day we got married, and when
Bender became a little less evil, you know, maybe even helping around the
house and stuff. Amy got less clumsy, and she became a real engineer.
Most of all, I could spend the rest of my life with the one woman that I’d
loved for so long, that it was almost like trying to reach out and touch a
star.

Leela: (Smiling) You know Fry, you could get burned by a star if you
touched it.

Fry: (Grinning) Yeah, but for one glorious moment, I’d be part of it, you
know?

Leela leaned over and gave Fry a kiss, and after a moment dropped Nibbler
and allowed the kiss to build in passion. However, before things could
progress further, they heard the next great loves of their lives, which
were, unfortunately, fighting as usual.

Hilary: Mom! David won’t give me the milk, and I want cereal. Make him
stop!

David: Mom, it’s not my fault! Hilly hogs the cereal all the time, and I
have to eat the powdered wheat-cakes. I want cereal too!

Leela: (Looking up sharply) You two had better stop fighting, and start
getting ready for school. We’re going to leave in twenty minutes, so hurry
it up.

Leela turned back to her husband of nine years and looked warmly at him,
before she gave him another quick kiss.

Leela: Come on Fry, let’s get the troops under control, and then you have
to take a shower. You know we’ve got that meeting today with the Terallian
Corporation, and you’re going to have to use that charm of yours at full
power if we want to get their delivery deal.

Fry smiled as Leela pulled him up. He stood, and gave her a hug that took
her off her feet briefly. Leela hesitated; then she reached around his
neck and hugged him back.

Leela: (Surprised) Hey, what’s that for? Are you okay, honey?

Fry looked back at her and grinned.

Fry: Yeah, I just wanted you to know that I love you, and that was the best
way I could think of. You know, you mean everything to me, Leela.

They started to lean towards each other again, when they heard a loud
CLANG! They both jerked their heads towards the noise, and then heard
Hilary’s voice from the kitchen.

Hilary: I’m telling mom!

Leela rolled her eye, and Fry let go of her. They had just started towards
the kitchen, when Hilary came bursting through the door, Nibbler hot on her
heels, and David bringing up the rear, all three of them talking or making
noises. Hilary was a little seven-year old girl, with orange hair,
highlighted with purple. She had two eyes, and her hair was straight, cut
down to her shoulders, and parted in the middle. David was a more
precocious five years old, and had one eye, very similar to his mother’s,
with hair that was more of an equal mix of purple and orange, which he
parted over to one side. Fry looked at him and remembered his insistence
with Leela, that if any of their children were born with one eye they
wouldn’t worry about covering it up, because he or she would be their
child, and they would love it no matter what. Leela had agreed, albeit a
little reluctantly at first, and she’d found herself more than once having
to refrain from combing his hair over just enough to partly cover his eye.

Hilary: Mom, David broke the pot again! I told you you’d get in trouble
if you tried to cook like uncle Bender.

Hilary directed this last comment at David, who was now clutching Nibbler
in his arms and fighting back tears.

David: Nuh-uh, Uncle Bender says I could be a better chef than him one day,
all’s I got to do is follow the directions that he gives me, and my cooking
stuff would be great.

Hilary: No it won’t!

David: Yes it would!

There followed a few more uh-huh’s and nuh-uh’s, with Fry and Leela looking
back and forth at the two opponents, until Leela stepped over and between
them.

Leela: Okay everyone, time-out!

She dropped down to eye-level with Hilary.

Leela: Hilly, you need to stop picking on your brother. I got picked on
when I was a kid, and I hated it. Will you please try to share with him a
little more? You’re his older sister, and he needs you to look out for
him, okay?

Hilary looked down at the floor for a moment before she glanced back at her
mother.

Hilary: (Mumbling) Okay.

Leela then turned around and got down on her knees to look at David.

Leela: Davey, I know you want to be a strong boy sometimes, but you need to
listen to your sister more. She loves you a lot, and she really does want
to only help you, most of the time anyway. I also know you like your uncle
Bender a lot, but you have to listen to your Mommy and Daddy too, okay?

David: (Small voice) ‘kay mama.

Fry reached over and gave them both a hug, and whispered into their ears,
and they perked up and ran off toward their rooms, while Leela watched them
go. She turned back to Fry, who had started to look a little guilty now.

Leela: Okay, give. What’d you tell them?

Fry: I just said that we’d go to the park today, after they got done with
their school work, and that I’d take them to the duck pond.

Leela: Uh-huh. And?

Fry: (Sheepishly) I said that we’d visit Grandpa Farnsworth.

Leela: Fry, we probably shouldn’t visit him so much; you know he’s getting
more senile and crotchety by the day. And he’s not really their
grandfather either. I guess he’s more like their great, umpty-ump. cousin?

Fry: Yeah, well, you know if we try to tell them that, they’ll be even more
confused than ever; I mean, how do you explain that their daddy is
technically 1040 years old?

Leela: (Sighing) Yeah, I know. Well, you get ready and clean up; I’ll be
back from taking the kids to school in a half-hour. Nibbler’s done his
business already, and I’m having it transported to the building now, so if
you’d take him for a walk, that’d be great. Please, Fry?

She gave Fry what she knew was her almost patented look of pleading, and
Fry laughed in spite of himself.

Fry: All right honey, you take the kids to school today, and I’ll take
Nibbler for his walk in the park, then it’s my turn tomorrow to take the
kids to school.

Leela: Philip, tomorrow’s Saturday, and the kids are going to stay with
Aunt Amy tonight.

Fry: But then what’ll we .

Leela looked over at him, and Fry saw the smile that had made him realize
that she was one of the most beautiful women alive.

Leela: That’s right, we’ll be alone tonight. Now, I’ll see you back here
in around 45 minutes.

They leaned together again, and the kiss was sweet and warm.

Fry: See you soon, honey.

As Leela walked out to make sure that the kids were ready, Fry looked down
at Nibbler.

Fry: You’d better not need to go for walkies tonight, hairball, because
the two of us aren’t leaving this bedroom for the whole night. So there.

As Fry said this, he got undressed and headed for the shower, while Nibbler
stared after him.

Nibbler: (To himself) Oy, why couldn’t the Mighty one have been just a
little smarter?

There is another place and time that doesn’t actually exist in any place or
time. The closest anyone can come to describe it is a type of vortex,
which connects to all places and all times. There are only a few living
things that can survive in this hostile environment: Chronovores, eaters of
time, Eternals, beings that exist in the empty wasteland of Eternity
itself, and a few other races that have managed the rudiments of time-
travel. That was why seeing something here was a rarity in itself, and the
small blue object was even rarer. It tumbled and spun about, in one
direction or another, sometimes pausing to spin in a counter clockwise
movement for a bit, only to start tumbling and spinning in different
directions again, moments later. A person looking at this would think that
the occupants, if not dead, would have been violently ill, to say the
least; that is, if the occupants lived in the same dimension as the blue
box. The fact, though, was that they didn’t, and no one inside the time
craft had a care about what went on in the vortex outside their home.

Inside the craft, the first thing that would have struck an observer was
that it was enormous. Compared to the dirty and dingy small blue shell on
the outside, it was an almost sparkling white, with rounded circles all
along the walls, and a ceiling that seemed to stretch up to infinity. In
the middle of the room, there stood a hexagonal console, with a central
column that moved up and down and hummed gently in a manner that could have
put a person to sleep if they were to concentrate on it. Perched on top of
the column, a black top hat gently rose and fell along with it.

A tallish man stood over the console, a look of concentration on his face.
To look at, he seemed fairly nondescript. He was wearing well-worn
clothes: a dark brown topcoat, light tan corduroy trousers, a cream-colored
shirt, and plain black leather shoes. His face had some wrinkles on it,
with deep laugh lines around his mouth, straight lips, and a nose that fit
his face perfectly. His hair was dark brown with a sprinkling of white
throughout, straight, and cut fairly short. The silent communion ended
when he heard a noise behind him. He turned to the female standing there.

Woman: Well, Doctor, don’t you think this makes me look nice?

The woman was dressed in a fairly comfortable outfit, form fitting but not
too tight, allowing her to move around easily. The shirt was black and
short sleeved, which showed off her hard muscular arms, while the pants
were dark gray, with brown leather boots that came up to her calves. She
had dark brown hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes, and a very pretty
face. She looked to be somewhere in her early forties. Anyone who thought
that would have been off by 120 years.

Doctor: Leela, you look very lovely in that, but are you expecting
trouble?

Leela turned back and looked at him for a moment. How many years had she
known him, one hundred and thirty now? She realized that he was actually
very handsome in this incarnation, and that if she’d just now met him, she
would have loved to go out with him somewhere.

Leela: (Shaking her head) Doctor, in all the years that you have known me,
as well as my lifetime on Gallifrey, you of all people should know that I
always expect trouble.

The Doctor grinned back at her and returned to his own thoughts. Even
though Leela had been placed into a loom on Gallifrey, giving her her own
set of regenerative life cycles, she had not lost her warrior spirit. If
only her husband had survived the last great crisis, she might still be at
her home in the Kwilchxz Mountains. The Doctor shook his head; there was
always time for self-recrimination. Right now, he wanted to fulfill her
wish, and let her have the chance to travel with him some more, though
this; he felt would end sooner rather than later.

Leela looked over at the Doctor, guessing somewhat correctly what was going
through his mind. She knew that he still felt guilty over the Dalek
invasion of time, that he’d not been able to help as he’d wanted due to his
being captured and tortured by them. She understood now why so many races
hated those mechanical devils. With the loss of her husband, Andred, her
fury at them had been stoked into flame-like intensity, and she’d been glad
to kill what had hopefully been the last of that particularly vile species.
The Time-Lords had been very grateful to her, giving her the option of
teaching a class on war and self-defense at the academy, and also granting
her the gift of being loomed. They had probably been unprepared for the
result, as she came out looking almost exactly as she had when she entered.
She remembered the Doctor attributing it to her tremendous self-image,
which would allow her to maintain her sense of identity much better than
other time-lords, the Doctor included.

Still, she knew that the Doctor would probably beat himself up over it for
as long as he lived, since he always pushed himself harder than anybody
could take, including himself. She also worried, as she was starting to
see the sign of late regenerative depression. It had become rare for the
Doctor to smile these days, and she knew that part of it was due to him
nearing the end of his life cycle. The Doctor was young for a time-lord,
only about 2400 years of age, but he was in his tenth regeneration, his
eleventh incarnation. He only had two more regeneration’s to go, before he
would die the final time, and then be placed back into a loom, in order
that a new time lord could be created. The way he acted these days, she
knew that he was thinking of settling back on Gallifrey, and looking
forward to his last few years with trepidation. Leela knew in her heart
(actually, two hearts now, technically), that when that happened it would
be almost the same as putting a wild animal in a cage and watching it
slowly pine away.

Leela: (To herself) I will not let that happen to the Doctor, not while I’m
around to help him. He has meant too much to me over the years to let him
drift away now.

The Doctor, as he stood looking down at the console, smiled to himself.
Now that Leela had been loomed, her half-time-lord physiology meant that
she could broadcast her thoughts much easier than those of other humanoid
races. He was glad she was with him, and hoped that she could help him get
over the funk that had hung over him for the past century or so. He’d not
had a traveling companion for over a hundred years, and life in the TARDIS
had become lonely. After receiving the summons to Gallifrey to accompany
Leela to his own house’s looms, the astonishment of nearly everyone when
she’d emerged virtually unchanged had made him secretly proud. Leela had
come into her own at last. He’d also been delighted when she had asked to
travel the universe with him once again. He knew that part of her reason
for asking was so that she could become accustomed to the changes she’d
gone through, and because the death of her husband had left a gap in her
new hearts, one that she needed to fill in her own time.

Leela walked over to the Doctor and watched as he made minute adjustments
to the coordinates. She had always marveled at the way he flew his TARDIS,
almost as though it was a child, and he, its father, though sometime she
had the impression that it was the other way round.

Leela: Where are we going, Doctor?

Doctor: Well, I thought that maybe we’d take a little vacation, just get
away from saving the universe, and take more of our own personal time, you
might say. We’ll be materializing in the Central Park of New New York
City, sometime around the 30th century. A very advanced time in human
history, and I don’t really recall anything-horrible happening in that time
or place, at least, I don’t think that anything bad happened then. My
memories are a little vague about that period, for some reason. Just an
opportunity to get away from it all, and I can teach you some more about
your new life that will help you adjust to it better.

Leela smiled and placed her hand on the Doctor’s coat sleeve for a moment,
and he looked over at her before turning to watch a reading. Leela stepped
back and observed. She’d learned the basics of TARDIS operation since
she’d been on Gallifrey, but it was still wondrous to watch the Doctor as
he maneuvered around the console, adjusting switches here and there. She
felt the familiar slowing of the drive, and waited for the column to stop,
letting them know that they had arrived. She smiled to herself. She would
get the Doctor to relax for a bit; it might be just what he needed.

Fry walked out the entranceway and down the steps, holding Nibbler’s leash.
It was going to be a cold March day. He remembered the date, and tried to
had been in that play? Oh yeah, beware the Ides of March.
As he walked toward Central Park, he wondered to himself, what were Ides,
anyway? Or maybe had it been, beware the Brides of Frankenstein?

He wrapped the scarf around his neck and started for the park, hoping that
his trusty red jacket would keep out the worst of the wind. It howled
about him as Nibbler tugged him along.

Fry: Hey, what’s the rush, fuzzy? We’ve still got a little while before
Mommy comes back home.

Fry felt the leash jerk again; it seemed like Nibbler was in an even bigger
hurry than before.

Nibbler: (Thinking) What is this disturbance in time and space that I feel?
Something is coming, but I don’t know what, exactly. I have to find out,
and see if it will be a threat to the Mighty one. He must save the
universe one more time.

They continued on into the entrance of the park, and Fry looked around at
the tubes and the people going back and forth, wondering about his night
with Leela. He was so distracted by the noise and bustle that he didn’t
notice a strange sound at the far end of the park, a sort of grinding noise
building to a crescendo that abruptly ended with a loud “thunk”.

Over in the other corner of the park, the Doctor and Leela stepped out of
the TARDIS, the Doctor locking the doors and handing her a spare key.

Doctor: Here you are! I plan to enjoy some museums in this time, as well
as visit some friends I made the last time I was here, several years ago by
their time, several lifetimes for me. I hope that they’re still all right.
In this time period, they’re discriminated against, because they’re
mutated humans.

Leela: As advanced as these people are, they still have discrimination
against members of their own race?

Doctor: It won’t be that way for much longer. There should be a certain
couple here, working to normalize relations between the two communities. I
just think that.

Leela realized that the Doctor had stopped speaking, and turned to look
back at him. He seemed to be concentrating hard, as though something was
near that he could not identify. Suddenly, she felt something at the edge
of her own consciousness, as though something was attempting to probe her
thoughts. Using her own newly acquired time-lord gifts; she shut them off
from any possible prying eyes. She looked over and felt for the Doctor’s
mind, but he’d shut off his own broadcasts as well, and was looking around
warily.

Doctor: Leela, there’s someone here, very advanced, very powerful. I don’t
remember feeling this way in a long time, not since I met another powerful
being that called itself Sutekh. He was very dangerous, and I nearly
didn’t survive the encounter. I think that you should go back to the
TARDIS; I’ll be along shortly.

Leela: No, Doctor, I have made my own decisions for too many years now to
worry about times of danger. If you are going to face this, then I shall
as well. I will never leave you alone — you are my mentor — but I am
also no longer the young girl who barged into your TARDIS that day and sent
us flying in time accidentally.

The Doctor turned and smiled warmly at Leela, who smiled back at him. It
was rare to see genuine warmth on the Doctor’s face these days, and, she
admitted to herself, it made him look very handsome. Together they stood
and searched for whatever could have caused these feelings of trepidation,
when the Doctor noticed a young man in a red jacket and orange hair. He
was being pulled along by something on a leash, which seemed fairly strong
by the look of it, and.

Doctor: Great Rassilon! I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it
with my own eyes.

Leela: What Doctor? That young man?

Doctor: No, Leela, though he’ll likely play an important role in the
history of the universe one day. It’s what’s on the leash that concerns
me. Leela, that creature is an Eternian, one of the oldest races in the
universe.

Leela: Well, what should it be doing here, acting as though it is a pet to
that young man?

Doctor: There are legends that I’ve heard. the Eternians have predicted
that there’s a being course! That young man must be the so-
called Mighty One, the human being that can supposedly save the universe
from total destruction. I’m going to go and meet him.

Leela: Doctor, are you sure that we should? It may cause problems down the
line, you know.

Doctor: Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Leela. There should be no problem at all.
Besides, if he’s actually the Mighty One, then he might be acquainted with
someone whose family I came here to meet.

Fry stopped short, looking at the two people who had come up to him. The
tall man and the very pretty woman he was with were looking at him with
undisguised curiosity.

Fry: Um, hello? Can I help you with something?

Doctor: Hello, how do you do? I’m called the Doctor, and this is my good
friend and traveling companion, Leela. We wondered if you were friends
with a cyclops.

Fry: (Startled) Hey, that’s my wife’s name, and yeah, she’s a cyclops.
But, actually, we’ve been married for nine years now.

Doctor: Married? Of course: she must be the “Other”.

Just then, the Doctor felt a blast of mental energy that almost knocked him
to the ground.

Nibbler: (Mentally) Stop! He must not know of the things you speak! To do
so could endanger the entire universe. You must leave now, before you
cause even more damage.

Doctor: (Mentally) Oh, don’t be such a bearer of doom and gloom, Eternian.
I’ve been around the universe once or twice. Allow me to introduce myself.
I’m the Doctor, a being from the Constellation of Kasterboreous, a native
of the planet Gallifrey.

Nibbler: (Mentally) Ohhhh, you, you’re a time lord?

Doctor: (Mentally) Yes, I’m a time lord. I’ve visited this planet, well,
more than once over the years, and have come to have a personal stake in
its development. Also, my mother was from here.

Nibbler: (Mentally) You have a human side to you? That must explain why
you want to interfere with this world as well as others that I’ve sensed in
your mind. However, I understand that your race also has a policy of non-
interference, after what happened to the Minyans. Why do they allow you to
continue to interfere?

Doctor: (Mentally) Well, in this incarnation, it’s almost completely
buried; though you can still tell it within my eyes. I hope that I could
help if there’s any difficulty. Earth is my most favorite planet after all,
and I’ve always felt that humans are on the verge of an evolutionary
development that would make the Earth one of the most important planets in
the universe. As for my fellow Gallifreyans, they have come to accept my
eccentricities, and have been happy to allow me my freedom for the most
part. I should say that, due to my wanderings, it has become almost
impossible for them to track me anyway, unless I come back to my home
planet of my own accord. Now, let’s be off, shall we? If you wish, you
could keep an eye on me; I’m going to visit some friends of mine who live
in the underworld of New New York.

Fry stared at the man who called himself “Doctor”, who had scooped up
Nibbler when he’d pulled away from him. He hoped that Nibbler wouldn’t try
to bite him, but the man had simply looked at the little fuzzy rat, and
then they both had turned to look at him. The man then walked over, and
held out Nibbler to him. Fry silently took Nibbler in his arms, and was
surprised to see that he didn’t struggle at all. In fact, as Nibbler
looked up at him with those bright eyes, Fry once again had the feeling
that there was more to him than he had thought.

Doctor: Since we’ve just arrived, how about you show us around this
wonderful city, Mr.. Fry, is it? Well, shall we?

Fry was startled. How did this stranger know his name? But the look on
the man’s face made Fry feel as though he could be trusted with almost
anything, and he shrugged the feeling off.

Fry: Ahh, okay. But I’ve gotta get home, ’cause my own Leela’s probably
waiting on me by now.

Doctor: Wonderful, it’s always nice to meet new people, don’t you agree
Leela?

Fry, But she’s back at the , you mean your friend, don’t you?

Leela: Yes, my name is also Leela; I would be most interested in meeting
your wife as well.

Fry: Well, okay, let’s go then.

The group set off for the apartment, Fry in the lead and holding Nibbler,
the Doctor and his Leela walking not too far behind.

Leela: (Whispering) Doctor, are you sure that we should be doing this?

Doctor: (Anxiously) I think that something’s going to happen. I’m
starting to remember something now, something that I shouldn’t have
forgotten, I’m sure of that. We need to go with him for the time being.

Leela: I understand, Doctor, are you looking for?

Doctor: My glasses, where are my glasses? I thought I’d put them in one
of my pockets earlier, but I’m not sure which one now.

Leela: Doctor, what’s that on your face?

The Doctor lightly groped around his face.

Doctor: Oh.

Leela: Doctor, why didn’t you go ahead and have the med-techs simply give
you some of the elixir of life to adjust your eyes? While I understand that
not every regeneration is perfect, you could have had that fixed easily
enough.

Doctor: I suppose so, but I sort of like that my regenerations are never
perfect. After having this body for the last 400 years, I think that I’ve
gotten accustomed to it now. I just wish I weren’t so absent-minded. I
know there was something that’s supposed to happen, something important.
It’s right there in the back of my mind; I just can’t recall what it is.

Leela: I’m sure it will appear when it’s ready to, Doctor; you must be
patient.

Doctor: (Sharply) I know that there’s something important!

The Doctor and Leela continued on, while Fry looked toward his and Leela’s
apartment. There she was, on the stoop, looking a little annoyed. Fry
waved nervously, and was glad to see that she waved back at him. She
didn’t seem like she was that upset after all. At least he thought so
until she came running up to him.

Leela: (Sharply) Fry! You know that we have to be at the meeting by 9:00,
and it’s 8:30 now. And who are these people?

Leela broke off; why was that man with the top hat staring at her so
strangely? As she looked at him, she had a strong feeling of deja vu, as
though she’d met him somewhere before, but she could have sworn that she
never had. She walked up to him, looking intently at his face. Fry
shuffled uneasily; what was she looking at? Leela stared at the stranger.
His face was. no, not his face, his eyes. She leaned closer, and the man
didn’t move, except to remove his rimless glasses.

Leela: (Thinking) What is it about those eyes? I know it’s something I
should remember. I’ve seen them before, but what’s so important about
them?

Leela gasped in realization. Those eyes, that had been a lovely shade of
gray, , that was impossible, they’d changed to a different shade of
blue, now they were brown, now hazel, now gray again. And suddenly
different again. Now they looked as black as the night, and she could
swear she’d ? She felt dizzy for a moment. Fry rushed over and
helped her sit down, and glared up at the man.

Fry: (Angrily) What’d you do to her? Why don’t you go away and don’t
bother us again!

Leela held onto his arm, and he looked at her.

Leela: Fry, it’s all right. I just got dizzy for a minute; I’m okay now.
I just thought.I saw something that was impossible.

Doctor: (Softly) Are your parents named Morris and Munda?

Fry and Leela gaped up at him.

Leela: How do you know my parents’ name? When did they ever meet you? Are
you a mutant like them?

Doctor: No, I’m not a mutant, I’m simply an old friend of theirs. I
thought that I’d come here simply to pay a visit, but there’s something
that I’ve forgotten, and I can’t remember what it.

Suddenly, one of the pockets in the Doctor’s coat began to buzz, and he
pulled out what looked like a pocket watch. He stared at it for a moment.
Then his eyes opened wide, and he put his glasses back on and looked at the
watch more intently. Then he looked over at each of them.

Doctor: What day is it today? It’s very important that I know, please.

Fry: It’s March 15th, you know, the Ides of March, like in that play.

Doctor: March 15th, and the year, what year is it?

Fry’s Leela: (Warily) 3015. Why?

The Doctor stood up, and took off his glasses for a moment, rubbing his
eyes, then put them back on.

Doctor: The reason I wanted to know, is that that was a reminder alarm,
letting me know that someplace, sometime, a planet that I care for faces
imminent destruction.

Fry: Well, why don’t you go there then, and leave us alone?

Doctor: It not that simple. You see, the planet in question is the Earth,
on this day, and according to the note I’ve left myself, there’s supposedly
absolutely nothing that I can do.

To be continued

Well, that’s the end of part 1, hope that you enjoyed it. There’s just a
few more chapters to go, and then I’ll be working on the next chapter of No
more Fun and Games, but if you want to ask me anything about this, have any
comments, good or bad (hopefully good), then my email is still
. Have a peachy keen day, and remember, just go forward
in all your beliefs, and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.