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"Well can't you just sonic it?" Clara asked impatiently after she witnessed the Doctor and Sherlock stare at the door as if it would magically open for almost five minutes.

"Not everything can be soniced, Clara," the Doctor muttered, but he took out the screwdriver and pointed it at the door anyway. To both his and Clara's astonishment, the door made a mechanical, whirring noise and a sort of combination lock popped up. The Doctor studied it for a moment before declaring, "Hmm... Interesting."

"Interesting what?" Clara inquired.

It was Sherlock who stated, "How simple! The numeral code is 7-4-3-7!"

The Doctor stared at Sherlock. "How do you reckon?"

"The obvious smearing on the overly used number, which is a 7," Sherlock said as if it were obvious. "It forms a logical combination to remember for a life-form as simple as the Cybermen seem to be."

The Doctor narrowed his eyes. "I'd applaud you, but these numbers are written in ancient Slavorkisnorkian, a language lost to even the eldest alien beings."

Clara stared at the lock on the metal door. She could read the numbers perfectly fine; what was the Doctor talking about? "I can read those numbers, Doctor," Clara voiced.

"That's because the TARDIS translation system is making the characters readable to you, but our friend Mr. Holmes has never been in the TARDIS, so he wouldn't have the matrix translating things for him." The Doctor smirked dangerously. "You never cease to amaze me."

Sherlock opened his mouth as if to say something about the Doctor's statement, but he soon closed it. "Come along, then," he said shortly. "We must find John."

The detective punched in the combination, and the large door opened with a loud creak. Inside was nothing but darkness, smelling faintly of rust.

"Stay close," the Doctor ordered. "We don't know what lies beyond."

Clara nodded, not trusting herself to say anything and also having the sudden urge to clutch the Doctor as to not get separated. But she couldn't do that! She couldn't let Sherlock see her scared. She had to remain brave so that they could defeat the Cybermen and find John.

She allowed the two men to enter into the abyss first, then she followed. She couldn't see a thing, and the only thing he heard was the sound of her own breathing. The door closed right behind her with a metallic slam, and she felt trapped. Not knowing which way she was supposed to be heading, she called, "Doctor?"

There was no answer.

"Doctor?" Clara repeated, feeling her heart pound a little harder. "Sherlock?"

She was only met with silence.

Where did they go?Clara thought.They were right in front of me, I thought!

She slowly made her way forward, her feet pattering on the moist floor of the London underground. She didn't know exactly where she was going, and was only vaguely sure that it was in the right direction.

She stopped abruptly when she heard a clanging sound. Clara held her breath, unable to move. It sounded like marching, and considering who resided in these tunnels, she had a nasty suspicion about what the sound was. How do you fight Cybermen? Clara swallowed hard as the answer came to her: You run.

She bounded in the opposite direction of the noise, not caring if she was backtracking or not. She only halted when she ran into a wall. Judging by the cold, smooth feel of it, she'd run into the closed door to the tunnels. She was trapped.

The metal clanging only got louder, and now Clara could faintly see lights down the dark tunnel. The Cybermen were coming.

Where are you, Doctor?" Clara whispered, pressing her back against the wall.

"HUMAN COMPANION IDENTIFIED. SURRENDER," the cold, toneless voices of the Cybermen droned. Clara looked around frantically. The room was dark, so there was no way that she could fight. She couldn't run, so what was she to do? They weren't yelling "Delete!" so that was good, right?

They were a mere ten feet in front of her, and Clara couldn't move. They would catch her surely if she tried to run past them, so she was out of options.

As the cool, silver hands gripped Clara, she let out a final scream: "Doctor!"


When Sherlock woke up, he instantly recognized the metallic smell of the room. He glanced around and saw the limp figures of the Doctor and Clara tied to the backs of their chairs. It was only when he tried to move that he noticed that cords were around his wrists as well. In a frenzy, Sherlock scanned the room. They were clearly still in the London underground, judging by the dank and awfully foreboding atmosphere. And sitting on a spectacular throne carved from molding wood was a metal man, surrounded by similar ones.The Cybermen.

"THE DETECTIVE HAS AWOKEN," the one seated blared as if it wasn't obvious. Sherlock snorted at the inadequacy, but as much as he wanted to point that out, he found that his voice would not work. Something about deadly, humanoid men from outer space or parallel universes orsomethingput him off. The idea defied logic, and Sherlock based his whole business off of logic. And the fact that these things hadJohnas well frightened him. What were they capable of? Would they kill him?

"THE DOCTOR HAS AWOKEN," the Cyberman said, and Sherlock saw that the elderly man was now groggily glancing around the room. His harsh eyebrows narrowed in frustration as he comprehended the situation that they were in.

Moments, later, Clara jerked awake, looking frantically everywhere. "Doctor!" she hissed. "You and Sherlock were gone!"

The Doctor nodded grimly. "Yes, it seems as we were separated when we entered the doorway. We were worried for you, but it seems we're all in the same place now."

Sherlock looked at the Cybermen for any reaction in their unmoving beings. They stayed where they stood. Sherlock wished for something to deduce, because the unreadable metal men were unnerving him.

"HUMAN COMPANION HAS AWOKEN," they finally said. With this, the Cyberman on the throne, most likely the king or similar, rose from his seat and stood in front of the Doctor. "WELCOME, DOCTOR."

"What do you want with this world?" the Doctor growled, ignoring all pleasantries. "Why on earth would you follow me to this harmless place?"

There was no response.

"Doctor?" Clara whispered. "What's going on? Why's he not doing anything?"

"I don't know." The Doctor's eyes never left the Cybermen. "Tell me!" he ordered. "Please, enlighten us! We're dying to know!"

The lead Cyberman made no move to answer the Doctor, instead turning and marching over to Sherlock's silent form. He would never admit it, but he was startled at the fact that this unknown being was coming closer and he didn't know what to do. There were no weaknesses on a solid exoskeleton which shielded whatever laid inside, and Sherlock feared quite irrationally that all hope for him was lost. He would never see John again.

"WE NEED THE DETECTIVE," the emotionless voice of the king said. "HE WILL BECOME ONE OF US."

Sherlock's vocal chords would not function, it seemed. He looked to the doctor, silently asking for answers, for assistance—something that he's never done in his life.

"YOU HAVE NO CHOICE," the Cyberman continued. "YOU WILL BE OUR LORD."

Sherlock swallowed. As much as he was superior to other human beings, he did not wish to be the leader to some alien things that wanted to make him one of them.

The Cyberman lifted a silver finger to point to the back of the tunnel. Sherlock turned his head and his heart clenched. It was John. He was in a glass, cylindrical chamber of sorts, but the man was unconscious. Even from the distance, Sherlock saw unhealthy jaundice to his skin, along with the irregular breaths.

"What did you do to him?" he managed to utter through clenched teeth. "What did you do to John?!" he yelled.

There was no response.

"That's a radiation containment chamber," the Doctor said. "He's being exposed to high amounts of radiation right now. I'm sorry."

Sherlock took a deep breath, but found that it resolved nothing. John was dying, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

"WE SAVE THE BLOGGER IF YOU GIVE YOUR CONSENT," the Cyberman suddenly said. "HE WILL NOT BE HARMED."

He had to do it.

He didn't want to do it.

John was dying though.

What am I going to do?


Oh boy... John's dying! And Sherlock's under pressure... Once again, review and they may be saved! *insert the Master's laughter here*