Disclaimer: None of the League here are mine, and Eilidh, Fiona, Sarah, Kate, and Gash belong to themselves and their names are used here with their permission.

Feedback: Much appreciated

Sean Malloy-1: Thanks, but the cast list for the sequel is pretty full up at the moment; maybe I'll check out Blake's stories for a later plot idea.

Felicia Angel: Yeah, I'm hoping this should be good as well. If nothing else, wait until you see who the bad guy really is…

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004

"UUGGH!" Clark grunted, as he launched a final punch, and the wall in front of the League fell down in a pile of rubble. As Clark stepped into the vast stone hall, he acknowledged that punching the wall to pieces may not have been the most subtle means of breaking into the enemy's stronghold, but right now they didn't know anything about the enemy's next movements, and Bond had decided it was worth the risk.

"Fast work," Angel said, patting Clark congratulatingly on the shoulder as the rest of the League stepped in after the Kryptonian. "Good job, kid."

"Thanks," Clark said, before turning to look at Terry and jerking his thumb behind him. "This way to the factories?"

"I'm assuming," Terry replied, raising one finger. "Take into account I really can't be sure about how 'Im Ho Tep', or whoever he is, had set things up in here; I'm only guessing based on its layout in the Fantom's day."

"It's more than we know for sure," Bond said, raising his gun and sliding some bullets into it. "Doctor, Elektra, let's go; we've got a criminal mastermind to take down. The rest of you follow Angel's lead; he's got more experience at this sort of thing then any of you."

"Right," Harry said, as he pulled his wand out and held it up in his right hand, ready and prepared for action.

Angel looked over at Bond. "Anything in particular you want us to do?"

"Just one thing," Bond said, as he looked at the half-vampire. "Make as big a mess as you can; we want to make sure Im Ho Tep can't get any backup."

Terry smiled, picked up a large shotgun, and slid a fresh cartridge into place.

"We're the League," he said to his new leader. "Making trouble for the bad guys is why we were formed in the first place."

Bond nodded his thanks to his strange new friend. Then the League split up and went towards their allocated targets, weapons drawn and ready for action.

"Terry's plans said to turn right here…" the Doctor said thoughtfully, as he walked along in front of Bond and Elektra, turning this way and that through the countless pillars in the hallway they were currently in. The other two weren't even sure what way would lead them out of this place anymore; they had both decided that their best chance was to stick with the Doctor and hope for the best.

Just as the Doctor started to make another turn, he stopped and pressed his back up against a nearby pillar, indicating to the others to do the same. Just as they reached the pillar, three large figures in the metal suits ran past them, heading down towards where they'd left the rest of the League.

Elektra looked over at the others. "Looks like the distraction's started," she shrugged.

Bond nodded and pulled out his gun again. "I just hope that Im Ho Tep doesn't have more forces then we think," he said, as he checked it for bullets one last time. "We can't afford to fight it out with anything superhuman."

"I doubt it," the Doctor smiled. "In my experience, his kind always assume we'll attack all at once; he'd never suspect that we'd try and stop him on our own when we don't even know what he is."

Elektra just smiled as she pulled out her daggers. "I love a challenge."

As the final door between them and their target fell down, Harry stared in amazement at the sight before him.

The room in front of them was immense, larger even then the Great Hall at Hogwarts- and he would have once sworn that was impossible. It was filled with all kinds of machines, both apparent assembly lines and those metal suits he'd fought with the others back in Zurich, along with all kinds of other machines that looked like tanks of some sort. One in particular caught his eyes, looking like two large wheels with guns all over them, and one single large cannon in the middle.

But it was what was in the centre that really caught his attention. Because, right in the middle of the hall, as thought they'd been waiting for the League to arrive, were six men in the powerful suits…

And the Syndicate of Remarkable Criminals, weapons drawn and ready to fight.

"Oh, crap…" Gwen commented, as she stared at the gathering in front of them. "We're in trouble."

"Not if I can help it," Harry whispered, as he slid his wand into his hand and hid it behind his back.

"You have an idea?" Angel asked.

"Just let us get in a bit closer without getting attacked, and it should work," Harry replied out of the corner of his mouth.

"Check," Terry said, as he raised the shotgun and started to walk towards the Syndicate, the rest of the League close behind.

"Ah, so you made it?" he said to them, smiling as he spoke. "Wasn't sure you would, after the trumping we gave you the last time."

"You think you're so great, Mr Nator?" Trevalyn asked, looking at the Terminator with a grin on his face. "You're pathetic. You came here to protect the League, and when they broke up, you just wandered around the world, trying to find a purpose, and now you've joined the new one because you hope they'll give you what the original League did."

"Which, according to you, is… what?" Eilidh asked. "A family? A home? Friends?"

"They didn't make him feel like a freak," Malfoy smirked. "That's the only reason he stays with a League; the people in the League are the only kind of people who'd know about him and aren't afraid or disturbed at the idea of talking to a mass of machinery designed to kill us all."

"And you think that dictates what Terry is?" Angel asked, looking over at Rigelus as he spoke. "I would have thought that you'd know better, Rigelus; after all, you were there when I realised it."

"Realised what?" Fiona asked, looking curiously over at her teammate.

"That the point on which we start the journey of life doesn't have to be the point we stay on for the rest of the trip," Angel said. "Terry was designed to kill humans, my kind were pretty much bred to kill them, and the Doctor's race generally stay out of the affairs of the rest of the universe… yet, here we all are, standing united against one enemy." He glared at Rigelus. "Your kind."

Rigelus growled. "Don't call me Rigelus," he said. "And don't claim your intentions are all honourable; you've all done things in your lives that you can't exactly be proud of."

"Exactly," Sarah smiled, as she pulled out two pistols and raised them up to beside her head. "You're not exactly the classic good guys, are you? Murderers, thieves, delinquents… where are the purely good guys these days?"

"Sarah?" Harry asked, looking over at her.

"Yes, wizard?" Sarah asked, a mocking tone in her voice.

"Shut up," Harry said.

Then he whipped out his wand, yelled "Stupefy!" four times in rapid succession, fired the spell at Sarah, Bullseye, Malfoy, Kate and Trevalyn in the chests, and watched as they collapsed to the ground in heaps.

Harry smiled briefly as he watched them fall down. He couldn't have been certain if a simple Stunning spell like that would have affected the rest of the Syndicate, but at least he'd managed to take down half of them; that should leave the odds a bit more in their favour.

Rigelus looked down at the fallen members, and then looked up at Harry, a smirk on his face.

"You think that'll be enough?" he said to the young wizard, a smirk on his face. "You're still outnumbered and- proverbially, at least- 'outgunned'. You don't have a prayer, and you know it."

"Rigelus?" Angel said, looking over at the vampire. As Rigelus turned to face him, Angel ran forward and launched a punch at his opponent's head, knocking him flat on his back.

"Shut up," Angel growled.

As though it had been a cue, the rest of the Syndicate and the League leapt towards each other, each member of the Syndicate rapidly finding themselves struggling with a member of the League. Terry was trading blows with Whitney, Fiona and Harry were trying to stay ahead of Drusilla, Gwen was head to head with Gash, and Clark and Eilidh found themselves facing the suits.

Angel grinned as he turned to look back at Rigelus, who was getting to his feet with a fixed expression of rage on his face.

"Think we're weak now?" he asked his demon.

Rigelus didn't even bother to answer; he just leapt up and began to attack his 'twin', each blow being parried by an equal blow from Angel.

The fight was on.

"Come on, come on…" the Doctor commented, as he hurried along the stone corridor that he was sure would lead to Im Ho Tep's room. He wasn't sure what they'd find when they got there, but he knew that he would rather confront it sooner rather then later; later might be too late…

"Ah, you're here," a voice said, as the Doctor turned round a corner.

Skidding to a stop for the first time in his life, the Doctor held up his arms to stop Bond and Elektra as they ran around the corner after him, and looked at the figure in front of them.

It was a man, dressed in a black suit and a long black cloak with a red inner lining that reached down to his ankles. He carried a thick black cane with a silver skull on the end of it in one hand, and his head was covered by a silver mask that only exposed his eyes, nose and mouth.

Bond blinked in surprise at the man's rather unusual clothes, but recovered quickly, and walked forward to stand slightly in front of the Doctor.

"You'd be the man who calls himself 'Im Ho Tep', I presume?" he asked the figure, as he fingered his Walther in a slightly nervous manner; even after everything he'd seen in the past few days, he still wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of tackling a potentially supernatural opponent with only his normal weapons.

"I am," the man grinned. "And you would be… let me guess… James Bond, the Doctor, and Elektra Natchios?" He smirked under his mask. "I would have expected to rate more powerful members of the League then this."

"Really?" Elektra asked, raising her daggers slightly. "Well, no offence, Im Ho Tep, but why the hell should we bother with sending powerful members after you when we don't even know who you really are? For all we know you might just be a normal guy with too much ideas; why should we be scared of you?"

The man smiled at her. "Why don't I show you?" he asked her.

Then he raised his hands to his head and tapped a clasp on the side of his head. The mask popped open and fell to the ground, revealing his true appearance.

He was a handsome man, with a small black beard and long dark hair, with a slight curl about it, along with deep brown eyes. His skin was smooth, and he looked like he was only in about his mid-twenties, but there was an air about him that gave the impression of something far older.

"My name is Gray," he said, smiling slightly at them.

"Mr Dorian Gray."