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.

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Sean Malloy-1: A sequel is planned out already, Sean, as well as two new League members…

Rhinoa4: I acknowledge that it was kind of short, but, believe, if all goes well, this chapter will have a lot more action than that one…

Inu Yokai: I get it, believe me

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004

"DIE!" Gray yelled, as he launched another punch at Terry's head, only to have his opponent grab his fist and throw him off to one side, briefly knocking the wind out of him.

Gray leapt to his feet, determined to keep fighting until this killing machine, this… thing that should never have been, this monster that believed it was a man when it was nothing more than a massive hunk of metal…

And stopped.

The rest of the League were standing behind Terry, with either their weapons drawn or their stance clearly showing their readiness to fight.

Gray swallowed; immortal or not, he wasn't all that keen on trying his luck against all ten of the League on his own. If nothing else, the time was coming fast, and if it hit him now…

He shook his head.

What do I have to fear from these fools? he asked himself. I am no mere man; I am an agent of the greatest power this world has ever seen! These… these idiots are nothing more than blades of grass against my superior power!

Looking at them again, Gray smiled.

Crouching down, keeping his eyes locked on the League all the time, he picked up the sword that had fallen there earlier, stood up again, and pointed it at them with a casual smirk on his face.

"En garde?" he asked them, simply.

The Kansas alien was the first to react, charging forward and launching a powerful punch at Gray's face, sending Gray reeling back even as he brought his sword up to slash at the alien's face, hitting his foe lightly in the head just as a second punch knocked Gray back again.

Before Gray could take another swing at Krypton's sole survivor, he found himself the sudden victim of a splitting headache, pain stabbing into his head behind the eyeballs as though someone had suddenly grabbed his brain and yanked hard on it.

"AARRGGHH!" he yelled, his sword falling out of his hands as he clutched his head, briefly unable to register anything but the blinding pain in his skull…

Only to have his train of thought rudely broken by getting a worn leather boot in his face, that he vaguely registered as the one that had been worn by the Doctor, followed by a few quick bullets in the chest from the spy's gun, before he found himself sprawled on his back, with a few small flecks of blood on his lips from an already-healed broken nose.

Roaring in rage, Gray leapt back onto his feet and lashed out at the nearby Doctor, knocking the Time Lord back even as he reached out to grab his sword.

"Accio sword!" a voice cried out, and Gray instantly found his sword flying past his outstretched fingers, to land in the hand of that idiotic young wizard, followed by two bullet-shots to the head in rapid succession from the gun of that idiotic spy.

Roaring in rage, Gray lashed out with a devastating kick that struck something he couldn't see (Evidently the Invisible Woman had been trying to sneak up on him) and resulted in a very satisfying thud as she hit the ground.

Reaching into his jacket, Gray pulled out a small pistol, aimed it, and fired desperately at the League, only to have half his bullets vaporised by electrical blasts as the ex-thief set up a massive electric shield, and the other half were thrown aside by the psychic's mental powers. In desperation, Gray threw the gun aside and leapt onto the nearest League member (Angel), tackling him to the ground and punching him in the face, briefly dazing the part-vampire.

Grinning wildly, Gray drew back his fist for another punch…

And his fist was grabbed by Angel's hand as it hurtled down towards his head.

"Don't do that," Angel said to his opponent.

Then he sharply twisted Gray's arm to one side, smiling slightly at the satisfying snap that occurred as the arm's bone broke cleanly in half. Gray screamed in pain, a scream that only intensified when Angel, in the process of leaping to his feet, grabbed Gray by the arm and one leg and threw him off to one side, following it up with a powerful kick to the pelvis that shattered the bone.

As Gray crashed into a nearby pillar, his shattered bones already desperately re-knitting themselves together after that punishment, he made a mental note to see about tracking down the best torturers money could hire once the League had fallen; that ex-vampire was going to pay for all this damage…

Then he felt a massive surge of electrical energy strike his back, and he instantly decided to make sure to mark that thief down for a torture session as well.

Leaping back onto his feet, despite all the punishment he'd just taken (Even he couldn't recover from something like that straight away), Gray charged towards the League, knocking the young wizard down before any of them could fully process what he'd managed to do, grabbing his sword from the young fool's hands, and swinging it around in a manoeuvre that struck almost half the League somewhere on their bodies, even if the cuts were only superficial (The Doctor had a cut cheek, Potter a slightly injured leg, Elektra a long, thin line on her stomach, and Eilidh a bleeding left arm).

Gray grinned.

Now things were about to get interesting…

Then he doubled over in agony.

He paled as he felt his skin tighten over his face, old injuries reopen all over his skin, his bones grow more brittle and lose their strength…

No… he privately begged. Please… not here… not now!

But he knew it wasn't going to change.

The time had come now, and he would just have to deal with it.

Bond blinked in surprise at the sight in front of him.

He wasn't sure why it was happening- or, indeed, how it could be happening in the first place- but, before their very eyes, Gray was….

…aging.

The immortal's hair was pure white, longer and scraggier than anything Bond had ever seen before, while his eyes were sunk back into their sockets as though someone had gouged out all the skin around them. His skin was drawn back over his bones as though it had shrunk, and it was covered in various small scratches and cuts, including a few larger ones around his face and chest that seemed to have been made by swords or claws.

Gray (At least, Bond assumed it was Gray; who knew what else had changed along with his appearance?) smirked at the League as he shakily stood up, looking around at them all with an almost casual air.

"Weren't… expecting… this… were you?" he asked them, grinning widely, exposing yellowed teeth with a few gaps in places.

Eilidh blinked in horror at the sight in front of her. "Wh… what?" she said, shaken at the withered old man who had, only moments before, been in the prime of health. "What… what happened to you?"

"I think I can guess," Angel said, looking over at Gray with an almost resigned expression on his face. "Your deal with the Devil included a couple of catches that you didn't ask for, am I correct?"

Gray nodded. "My soul was…. too tarnished… to provide… adequate… payment… for my… release," he panted grimly. "Satan was… prepared… to accept it… for my restoration… anyway, but… he included… this little… handicap… to make it… an equal… bargain." He smirked. "One hour of weakness… and agony… each week… for an eternity… of power? I could… see few… drawbacks."

"Really?" Elektra asked, raising her daggers. "You saw few drawbacks in reverted to a withered old husk when you were surrounded by ten able-bodied men and women who want you dead? What, do you lose your sanity as well as your health at these moments?"

"Oh no…" Gray smiled, grinning as he looked back up at the League, raising his sword as he spoke "Watch… this!" he roared, as he leapt forward with a speed and dexterity that no man in his shape should be able to achieve, slicing down with a blow that seemed destined to decapitate Elektra and Bond in one strike…

Or it would have done, if Clark hadn't grabbed the two of them and hauled them out of the way with merely microseconds to spare.

Landing on the ground, Gray briefly screamed in agony as his old bones cracked at the force of his landing, but then he was up and standing firmly, albeit slightly shakily, as his legs re-knit themselves together, and he took up his combat stance again.

He grinned at Clark. "A cunning… move, alien," he said. "But a… futile gesture, as… you can see; I am… still alive, and… I still possess… much of my… strength. All the ten of… you can do is… delay the inevitable. I… am immortal, and… you?" He smiled slightly. "You are all… mere men." He glanced over at Eilidh and Gwen, and rolled his eyes. "And women… of course."

"You forgot one thing," Terry said, looking over at Gray with a harsh gleam in his eyes.

"Yes?" Gray asked, turning back to look at Terry.

"There's me as well," Terry said.

Then, before the rest of the League could stop him, he'd charged forward, grabbed Gray's sword-arm, twisted it sharply to the left, and punched him in the face.

As Gray reeled back, screaming in pain at his broken arm, Terry grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head forward, to look Gray directly in the eyes.

"And I can stop you, even if it kills me," he said, pure hatred evident in his eyes.

"Wh… what?" Gray asked, looking in partial confusion at Terry.

"I may be only a machine, Gray, but even machines have to go sometime," Terry stated, before he punched Gray in the face again.

As Gray reeled back, clutching his bruised and bleeding mouth, Terry looked down dispassionately at the man who had tried to kill the only family he had ever know.

"And if I have to die, you're going with me," he continued.

Gray laughed harshly, the effect only slightly marred by the blood staining his lips and partly filling his mouth.

"You'll what!" he laughed. "I'm… immortal, you… walking junkheap! You can't just… kill me!"

"Oh, really?" Terry asked casually. "You forget; I have a- quite literally- photographic memory, Gray. I see it, I remember it exactly,"

He grinned wickedly. "And I've noticed you take just that little bit longer to recover from injuries now."

"So…?" Gray asked, looking arrogantly at Terry.

"So, I doubt you can survive this trick in your weakened state," Terry smiled, as he reached over, picked up Gray's sword, and broke it in half. Grabbing the two halves, he drove the large half, handle and all, into Gray's chest pinning him to the ground.

As Gray screamed in agony, Terry picked up the smaller half, he tore open his shirt to expose his chest, stuck the blade into his chest, and began to cut into his chest.

"Um… Terry?" Bond asked, looking in confusion at his friend. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Terry asked, looking back at the League with a grim expression. "Didn't any of you check out 'Rise of the Machines'? I mean, I know it wasn't the best, but I was slightly constrained by the realities of the events in question, you know!"

"What…?" Angel asked, looking at Terry in confusion.

"Oh no…" Eilidh said, horror on her face as she realised what the former killer was intending.

"You can't!" Clark cried, realising the truth as well. "It'll kill you!"

Terry yanked the hacked flesh off his chest, exposing the metal chassis that lay beneath. A flap folded down, and Terry pulled out a small, cylindrical object, looking down at Gray as he spoke.

"I've lived for over a century by this point, Clark," he said. "I've seen the only real family I've ever known die over the course of that century, and now I've met their descendants."

He looked back at the League, a sad smile on his face. "Ten more years in which I may see all of you die, or ten more seconds in which I know I'll see this guy die?" he asked, indicating Gray.

His face hardened. "It's no contest."

"No! NO!" Gray yelled, as Terry turned back to face him and rammed the object into Gray's stomach.

Leaning in closer, Terry whispered three words into Gray's ear.

"You. Are. Terminated."

"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO………!" Gray yelled, as a massive explosion suddenly erupted from his chest, sending blood flying in every direction, followed closely by several small bits of shrapnel from Terry's body. Some pieces started to fly towards the League, but a force shield erected by Eilidh managed to deflect the worst bits of the shrapnel…

And then it was finished.

The League looked at the scene in front of them, where only a large burn on the floor revealed that Terry and Gray had ever even been there.