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The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004

"Oh my God…" Harry whispered, staring at the massive charred patch on the ground in front of him. "What… what happened?"

"Hydrogen fuel cell," the Doctor explained, sounding a little bit shaken by the events that had just taken place. "In close quarters like that, it would utterly atomise anything in immediate contact with it; even Gray couldn't survive something like that in his weakened state, especially when coupled with the beating he took from Terry."

Angel looked back at the damaged area in front of them.

"He… he sacrificed himself for us," he sighed. "He barely even knew us a week… and he died to protect us. It just seems so…"

"Unfair?" Eilidh said, a little sadly. "Yeah; he barely even had a chance to get to know us. Why would he die to save people he barely knew?"

"You heard him," Elektra put in. "He regarded the League as his family, and saw us as their descendants. He couldn't just let their legacy die."

"Yes…." a voice said from off to the side.

The League spun around to look in the direction of the voice, their eyes quickly falling on a blinking red light in one corner.

"What the…?" Clark said, before dashing over towards the light, and then running back in under a second, with something large and silver clasped in his hands. He stared down blankly at it for a few seconds, and then looked up at the League, a saddened expression on his face.

"It's him," he said to them, as he held the object in his hands out for them all to see.

The League could only stare at the image in front of them, saddened at the sight. It was evidently Terry's head, but all the skin had been stripped off, leaving only the metallic skull and red lights that they all recognised from the Terminator trilogy.

After a few seconds, one of the eyes briefly blinked on and off, and Terry appeared to look at the League.

"Did I do it?" he asked, his voice sounding slightly shaky, like a bad recording. "Did I make a difference?"

Bond, an expression on his face that could almost have been pain, reached out a hand to brush Terry's metallic cheek.

"Oh yes," he whispered. "You made a difference. You saved us… and you saved the world." He smiled, a brief tear trickling down his cheek as he stared at the skull. "Thank you."

Terry's jaw moved in a manner that may have been a grin if he'd actually had a real face. "The least I could do… for the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen…" he said simply.

"Isn't there something we could do?" Fiona asked, staring sadly at him. "You know… stick you back together or something?"

Terry's eyes rolled over to look at her.

"No point…" he said, sighing. "I've had a good life… a hundred and ten years isn't to be sneezed at."

He looked over at the Doctor at that. "At least, not for most people."

The Doctor smiled. "I would never think of you as young, Mr Nator," he said, his voice betraying the pain he felt at the sight. "You were a nobler man than many true humans I have known."

"We'll…" Gwen swallowed, before looking back at Terry. "We'll miss you."

"I know…" Terry sighed. "But you'll manage. After all…."

He gave his attempt at a grin again. "You're the League."

Then the light in his eyes went out for the last time.

The League stared sadly at the head for a few seconds, before Angel spoke at last.

"Goodnight, sweet prince," he said softly, staring at the head in Clark's arms all the time. "You were a nobler man then we could ever have known."

After a few more seconds of silence, Harry looked around at the large fortress around them, along with the unconscious forms of their opponents.

"What do we do with these guys?" he said, looking curiously over at Bond.

Bond shrugged. "Tie them up and take them back to the Nautilus, I suppose," he said. "We should be able to develop a means of holding them; after all, most of them rely on certain circumstances for their powers to work."

"Exactly!" the Doctor smiled. "Mr Whitney requires kryptonite to operate at his peak, Mr Rigelus and Miss Drusilla need regular supplies of blood, Mr Malfoy requires his wand to perform spells, and the rest mainly operate on a normal physical level; locking them up is a easy as pi!"

"Aren't you forgetting someone?" Gwen said, tapping the Doctor lightly on the shoulder.

"Pardon?" the Doctor asked, looking back at Gwen.

"Him," Gwen said, indicating the collapsed form of Gash nearby.

"Ah yes," the Doctor said, sheepishly, as he followed the direction of her finger. He shrugged. "Sorry; I was so busy with our mirror images he slipped my mind."

"I'd recommend a psychiatric ward," Eilidh put in. Noting the incredulous expressions of the other League members, she shrugged. "Hey, I read his mind, remember? He's a total mess; he needs help, not imprisonment."

Bond seemed about to reply, but stopped himself, and just shrugged.

"Your call," he said, looking at Eilidh. "Just so long as you know it's on your head if he goes rogue afterwards."

Eilidh nodded. "I'll remember that."

"Right then," Elektra said, looking around at the large fortress as she spoke. "So, what do we do with this place?"

Harry raised his wand and smiled. "I think I have just the thing," he said casually. "Get the prisoners out, and I'll handle the rest."

"Reducto!" Harry yelled one final time, as the last of the fortress collapsed in front of him.

He looked at the two wands in his hands, and smiled. He hadn't been sure that would work- the odds of him being able to use Malfoy's wand had been slim at best- but, apparently, his link with Voldemort must have made him close enough to Malfoy to make little difference. The two wands together had made short work of the fortress, Clark having taken all the prisoners back to the Nautilus, and then rejoined the League as they watched their enemy's base collapse in front of them.

Slipping the wands into his pockets, Harry turned to look back at the others.

"So… what next?" he asked them.

"Well, first order of business, is to give Mr Nator the funeral he deserves," the Doctor said, looking forlornly at the skull in his hand. "Then…"

He shrugged. "We decide what we want to do with this League of ours."

The League looked around at each for a moment, deep in thought, before Angel spoke up.

"I know this may not interest anyone, but, well, I've got a few vacancies back in L. A. for some of us?" he said, casually. "I acknowledge that most of us have lives outside of the League, but-"

"Not really all of us," the Doctor smiled. "Harry, Clark and you do, yes, but not the rest of us; at least, not that much. The TARDIS has been my home for the past few centuries, James doesn't have much time for life outside the spy game, Elektra's cut off all ties to her past life, and Eilidh, Gwen and Fiona don't do much else besides use their powers anyway."

He looked around at them all, and smiled brightly again. "You have to admit, we have few reasons to split up the team now. After all, who knows? We may be needed in the future."

Eilidh looked around curiously at the other women for a few seconds before they all nodded in agreement and turned back to Angel.

"We'll stick around in your firm for a while," she said, smiling. "Be nice to have a steady job, at least."

Angel smiled. "Thanks," he said, before looking over at the four men. "You guys?"

The four of them looked around at each other, and then Harry sighed.

"I'd stick around, but Ginny's probably waiting for me," he said. "Call me if anything comes up that needs me, but I can't just leave her like that."

"I'll have to go as well," Clark said. "Saving the world is one thing, but I think my parents will want me back sooner rather than later."

Bond shrugged. "I'd love to, but I should probably head back to Britain soon," he said. "Saving the world doesn't exactly wait around until it's convenient, you know."

"I'll be happy enough to wait here for a while," the Doctor smiled. "After all, time travel's all well and good, but I should probably take a break for a while anyway."

Angel smiled. "Excellent," he said.

Bond held out one hand, palm downwards, and looked around at the others. Realising his intent, they all laid their hands on top his, and looked around at each other with a slight smile on their faces, glad at this new 'family' they had all found….

A new legend had begun.

THE END