A/N This is my first attempt to actually write and publish something here, hope you like it! please let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who nor the Doctor's adventures. Besides, if I did you would all probably hate me.
Chapter 01 - The wrong rooftop
The man wasn't really sure about it, and -just in case he could have an option at some point- he picked up some ties from various hangers in the room, under the alarmed looks of the couple standing beside him. It didn't take longer than a minute before he finally chose a bow-tie, closed his eyes and with a sigh he burst through the roof door.
"Great" the girl said to the boy standing next to her in the room, tucking her red long hair under a hat. "Now we're stuck here until they're finished".
"Guess this means we'll miss all the fun" he replied with a wink and leaned over to kiss her lips gently.
Unaware of them, the man on the roof could spot his supposed enemy right in front of him, close to the edge of the building. A sort of human shape, entirely made of metal, reflected the minimum light left, almost a shining glimpse in the darkness that surrounded them. Apart from them, there seemed to be no one else on that large paved roof. He left the elevator upper end, which looked planted like a beach cabin almost in the corner- but not exactly in the corner, and started pacing to his opponent. Good location, he thought.
"Step closer to the light, you idiot", the mechanical and flat voice of the shape said.
Is this really necessary, the man was thinking. He couldn't see the point of this ridicolous attempt to give closure to something he had considered over for a very long time. Whatever, he said to himself, and walked closer to the menacing figure, pulling his favourite prop from the inner pocket of his tweed jacket.
"Fine, let's get this straight" he started, and was focusing to remember the words he had, at that point, reharsed in his mind until he was sure he would get that speech as good as it could be but was almost immediately interrupted by another voice from behind him - the guys left in the landing, maybe, although how rude, he wondered: "LOUDER, we can't hear you from here!".
"Fine, let's get this straight" he repeated, louder, and again he was interrupted, this time by a crashing and slamming noise from the staircase. "What the-" but as soon as the noise stopped he started speaking again. "This is going to be over in a minute anyway, you know, so why can't we at least be quick about it?" he said with a frown to the metallic shape, who was now loading a weapon, a big shotgun with blue flickering lights.
"Dont' try to distract me, it won't work. I'm a Cyberman", the metallic voice replied.
"Again, please" the voices from behind them asked.
"Ok, Cyberman, let's get this- oh, seriously, I can't believe it. What now?"
As soon as he had started repeating his line, the roof door had burst open. A tall and skinny man, in a blue pinstripe suit, rushed past the red-haired girl and her boyfriend in the landing and came running through, screaming at them.
"Stop right there!" he screamed.
Both the other man and the cyberman tilted their heads to give him a proper look. The shocked and worried expression on his face didn't match the spiky mess of his hair, but there was something about him that suggested they better listen to him.
"What" the cybermen started, while the man with the bow-tie studied the other man, who was now right at his side, with a serious frown. He didn't like being interrupted - expecially three times in a row. "Look-" he opened, his intention to reassure the man that whatever was worrying him, it was under control.
"Please, get out of here" was all he got in reply from blue-pinstripe-suit man.
"I suggest you get out of here, actually. Calm down, everything is ok" he said, putting a hand on the other man's shoulder, without succeding. He gave the man a confused look and pulled what looked like a metal-cased flashlight from his jacket pocket and turned it on, pointing at the cyberman in front of them. The cybermen didn't seem to like the buzzing sound that came from it and startled with a step back.
"Excuse me, what are you trying to do with that device?" The voice, coming from a speaker hidden inside the metal man helmet, didn't sound menacing as before.
"Ha!" Blue-pinstripe-suit exclaimed, giving the other man a broad smile. "Well, look who's scared now. And I thought I was done with you lot a long ago! Well, not that long ago for you. Well, a long ago for me, anyway. Actually, still..."
"Excuse me" the metallic voice tried to stop his rambling, still pointing the gun at the other man.
"Now, where were we? Oh yes, before I send you back to wherever you popped up from, I can't help but think, how is it that you got to survive Canary Wharf?" he kept on, gesturing theatrically with his hands around their heads.
The man on his side had now a confused face as well. The cyberman was still and silent.
"Ringing any bells?" he was now pacing around them, rolling his eyes from the man in the tweed jacket to the metallic figure. "No? Big battle? Just here in London? Torchwood? Anything?"
"Torchwood?" The cyberman jumped in.
"Ha! I was starting to feel a little lost, good to know we have some common grounds at least. Now-"
"Hm, you've lost me" the other man pointed out, nervously picking at his bow-tie. Itchy, he thought.
"Are you with Torchwood?" The cyberman repeated.
"No I'm not" he cut, stressing the negative words, disappointed; his face leaning in close to the metallic face of the cyberman. "I'm the Doctor".
At that the cyberman dropped its arm on its side, the gun now aiming at the floor. Still, that clearly didn't sound as definitive as the man had expected, but before he could add anything to get some other reaction than the blank face of the man with the bow-tie, a loud amplified voice from the opposite edge of the roof inerrupted his thoughts.
"CUT! Now would someone care to tell me what's going on here? This is supposed to be a closed set-" A raging man in a checkered shirt and cargo pants was walking quickly towards them, followed by others. The door opened again and the couple finally stepped onto the roof as well.
"Team cyberman, help-FAST PLEASE" the metallic voice still sounded threatening.
The man in the pinstripe suit, the Doctor, with an openly confused gaze, looked around for some explanation.
"Doctor, I think your time on this roof is over". The cyberman said.
The man in the cargo pants rushed to them and put his arm on the Doctor's shoulder. "Look, I am all happy with fans, but we're in a bit of a situation here, you know? Low budget, strict schedule, and honestly, we're wasting too much time". He said in his ears. His voice was kind, but the words were coming out so quickly that the Doctor immediately understood he just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" he cut in.
"I'm the director. Now, why don't you-"
"No, you don't understand, you're all in danger as long as you don't do as I say. First, this is not a joke. Cybermen can be-"
"Hey, it's harmless, let me handle this", the man in the bow-tie jumped in between them, also putting his arm on the Doctor's shoulder. "I really appreciate that you came all this way to be involved, but there's nothing you can-"
"Doctor!" A young girl in a red leather jacket with a spiky ponytail yelled, running through the elevator landing door, past the looks of the rest of the people there, towards the group.
"Wrong roof!"
"Martha!" he squeezed himself out of the man's arm and turned to her. "What took you so long?"
"They said it was a closed set downstairs" she replied.
"At least someone is doing his job properly" the director added, and Martha went on.
"...and I wasn't sure if you really came this way or... Doctor, is that a cyberman?"
"It is! Clever girl. Finally, someone paying attention!" He cheered, and placed his arm on her back, gently pushing her aside. He pointed his buzzing flashlight at the cyberman's helmet and turned it on.
The man in the tweed jacket stepped aside and started walking back to the roof door, muttering. "Whatever. I'm out of here".
"Now". The doctor said, his face changing quickly into serious and menacing. The buzz flashed a blue string of light to the cyberman's head. With a slow and difficult movement, and a heavy noise, the shape tried to step out of the light, but the Doctor kept pointing at the same spot. The cyberman tried to stop the light with its outsized metal hands, but the light was apparently cutting throught the metal, and the metallic giant resignedly threw itself on the floor.
"Ouch" the metallic voice said, losing the emotionlessness of its tone. "That hurt." The big shape put a great effort in lifting from the floor, carefully examining its wounded hand. "TEAM CYBERMAN, are you there? Help please?"
"Something's wrong" The Doctor said, running his hand through his hair, still looking confused.
"I thought the sonic screwdriver couldn't hurt a cyberman, can it?" Martha asked, walking closer to him.
"Yeah. But not just that, it's... cybermen aren't supposed to feel pain -at all".
His eyebrow raised, he looked alternatively at the cyberman's hand and at his sonic screwdriver, twisting it in his hands with an inquisitive look. Only then the redhead girl and the boy from the elevator room jumped at the cyberman, pulling at plugs and clamps at the base of its helmet.
A look of surprise and understanding came to the Doctor's face as he saw the two of them pulling the metallic helmet off from the big armour to reveal the head of a relieved girl, shaking her messy, long hair with an exhausted look.
"Chloe". The Doctor said, and gave her a frustrated, deprecatory look. "I should have known".
As the red-haired girl pulled off the unconfortable cybermen gloves, she stared back at him, running her now free hands through her hair.
"It's Zoe". Her face gave no sign of recognition. "I'm sorry, have we met before?"
Blimey, who's that girl...? Keep reading! Hope you enjoy!