The Doctor and Jamie rushed outside of Police HQ, where quite a crowd had gathered. Smoke rose on the horizon; shops had been looted and a seemingly constant cackle of gun fire was echoing from the other end of the district.

A large crowd had gathered outside of Police HQ. The Elite Police were spread thin, and despite a ban on citizens owning fire arms, the cybermen had already suffered 30% losses. Rushing their plans had not worked well for them. Already the military police had aligned themselves with the general population and was fighting back.

The bunch of people who had mustered outside Police HQ looked dishevelled, dirty and angry. A squad of cybermen were trying to herd them back into the street, but they weren't having any of it. The conversion chambers were overloaded with stock, so the cybermen had to wait to disable or kill. If the bodies piled up in C Division from excess, they would soon become incompatible from their flesh decaying.

The Doctor shouted to the crowd.

"Rebel! Rebel! You've seen what the Elite Police are doing, rebel now! Only gold covered bullets can kill them, target their chests!" He shouted as he threw guns over the heads of the cybermen and into the crowd.

The crowd, spurred on by the speech, began to rock like stormy waves of an angry sea against the cybermen. Eventually a cyberman was knocked over. People threw bricks at it, and one of it's pipes on it's arms burst, letting it's hydraulic fluid spray out in a yellowish fountain.

Several military police managed to knock back the cybermen with their strange guns inserted in their forearms. The Doctor and Jamie passed them some gold loaded guns, which they gladly accepted. The rattle of small arms fire became dominant over the sirens, shouting and grating metal voices of the cybermen ('Remain calm, citizens', 'Stay where you are,' etc).

The fight had begun. Far above the planet, on the cybermen's disabled starship, their cyberplanner was desperately calculating potential skirmish outcomes and coordinating the scattered and disorganized ground forces.

The conversion chambers continued to churn out cybermen, sent out of Police HQ on a conveyor and activated by the remaining non Elite policemen, appearing out of three different warehouses across town.

Doctor Cowling appeared out the castle that was Police HQ, to see what all commotion was about. The remaining cybermen that had been trying to calm the bloodthristy crowd had been destroyed by the Doctor's little army. It took some work; not all of the gold worked properly on the bullets, and sometimes the grains of gold jammed the smaller guns.

The cyberplanner, meanwhile, had just picked up that a large crowd had developed near Police HQ, and that the cybermen were being thoroughly smashed every time they tried to get through the street that led to the entrance area of Police HQ. It decided to muster all forces a few hundred yards away for a massive, final attack.

"Doctor Cowling, I'm arresting you on charges of Earth standard war crimes! You -" The Doctor was cut off as Doctor Cowling exploded into a shower of blood, his chest being ripped open as his limp body jiggled around.

The Doctor leapt back, not expecting it.

Behind him a large group of men had shot the old man. The thirst for blood was in their eyes. They wanted revenge for the misery that had been caused – now everyone realized that the Elite Police weren't really police at all and that the quarantine probably never existed in the first place, for the actual plague died out so quickly.

The Doctor and Jamie were horrified. Guns were their last resort, and after all they were only killing cybermen. They weren't technically alive, and certainly weren't still the people who's brains had been jammed into their metal skulls. Their brains may have been filled with the memories of the body they once had, but it was simply an organic vessel to power a war machine.

But killing actual human beings, it was not the Doctor's way. Now he wasn't sure how loyal this crowd was to him. Things could get extremely nasty if they got carried away.

He noticed that the newer cybermen didn't have the blue stripes down either side of their chest units and blue instead of black around their eye sockets and mouths; it was just a waste of time now to apply the paint. They weren't Elite Police now. The façade was up.

Eventually the cybermen started retreating and people started to whoop and cry. They were about to run after them when the Doctor stopped them.

"They're mustering, that's why they retreated! Help me defend the castle until my anti-cyberman virus is ready! Don't go away, you'll just get killed. There could be as much as a hundred cybermen around the corner..." The Doctor shouted.

"If we barricade the castle and make defences, we might stand a better chance!" Jamie added.

Most of the people heeded the command; although a group of military police insisted they go scouting ahead, using radio contact with their brethren to warn of upcoming dangers.

They dug up old crates and filled bags with gravel from drive ways of nearby houses and sand from the various anti-fire buckets scattered around HQ, next to fire extinguisher canisters, to make barricades. They even found three fixed machine guns. More gold was ground up. The wall emplacements were made ready for the upcoming assault.

Eventually a young engineer approached the Doctor.

"Hello, I'm Yorgmund. Well, Apprentice Yorgmund. I came to this planet years ago to help with the building of this main colony. That was a decade, or there abouts, ago now, and no promotion has come from Earth Command as you can imagine. I always had my suspicions that something was going on, but I couldn't imagine it was the cybermen who were back!" He said.

"What do you mean, back? They've been here before?" Jamie asked.

"Oh, well, it's more of a legend now. Six hundred or so years ago humanity defended itself from an onslaught of cybermen. They took several worlds, but somehow we defeated them with the aid of a mysterious traveller and his friends."

He looked at the Doctor.

"I believe you've helped us before? My God you must be old!" Then he blushed at his remark, "No offence, of course."

"You really shouldn't be telling me this. I have no memory of it, it must take place in the future." The Doctor explained while setting up a trap using counter weights and a bucket filled with gold dust.

"In the future? What do you mean-"

Suddenly somebody shouted from up the corridor. The cybermen were coming. About four hundred from the reports. The Doctor jumped. Four hundred? He hadn't anticipated that many! Jamie squeezed his rifle closer to him as he mustered the bravery to face the ghastly cybermen.

"Long live he human race, eh?" He said, raising an imaginary glass before rushing off to his post with Jamie. Questions could be asked later.

The cybermen approached from the street that had they had been trying to defend earlier. They filled the street there were so many of them. The gun emplacements fired upon them, blasting huge, smoking holes in the street. But, by using sheet numbers, the cybermen got through.

Some of the braver residents had set up camp just outside the perimeter fence of Police HQ. They used two of the machine guns, the bullets firing out with a pretty shower of gold. The sheer impact of the huge bullets killed or at least critically injured a few cybermen; the gold did the rest of the work. The cybermen fanned out into defensive positions, using the craters in the street as cover as they took out the gunners manning the wall emplacements.

A large vehicle, shiny silver, rumbled towards Police HQ on it's six, barrel shaped, metal wheels. It looked armoured and angry, with sharp corners and a slight resemblance to what a futuristic train locomotive might look like. It had a short, circular turret on it's top from which a large gun sprouted.

The shell shrieked as it sped through the air from the barrel of the tank's gun, annihilating the small encampments created by the machine gunners.

"Advance." Grated the ground commander blankly.

"They've already got to the doors!" Somebody wailed in despair.

"Release the gold trap!" Jamie shouted.

The cybermen set up explosives on the big, thick metal doors to Police HQ (they didn't want to destroy their potential new conversion factory by firing at it with the tank they had deployed from one of their secret out-of-district warehouses) The large armoured doors would receive a large blast, and this would shatter the locks allowing it to open.

Just as the explosives team was retreating, a large cauldron of gold dust was tipped over the battlements above the door; the people who did the deed started whooping, firing a home made grenade launcher, each bomb filled not only with explosives but gold as well.

Their loud cheering abruptly ended with a bang – a very large bang, as the cyber tank let off a shell destined to the top of the castle. It was not preferred, but it flung the remaining cauldrons of gold half way across the district, away from the assault. If they'd fired on the door there'd have been a structural collapse; the section above it was many times more stable.

But the explosives went off anyway, and the tank glided into a sideways position as to block off the street to an extent. The cybermen marched into the main entrance corridor of Police HQ. A rattle of golden gunfire scattered it's way out of the large, sleek hallway.

The cybermen retaliated with their own, much more advanced methods of killing. Energy weapons. Guns with large, flat disks on their ends which sprayed their deadly doses of some sort of strange laser across the room, frying their targets.

A few others had light guns; basically deadly torches. A series lenses would focus a bright light source until the beams burnt through flesh, but did not harm cybermen or the surrounding terrain (or at least only aesthetically, with burn marks and scorches). Other weapons included microwave throwers and plasma grenades.

As Jamie and Yorgmund were ducking for cover behind the now extremely flimsy looking barricades they'd constructed, Yorgmund realized he was out of ammunition and bullets.

"Damn! I'll have to go back to the supply crates..." He said, glancing behind him to the end of the corridor where the main flight of stairs were. The ammo dumps were in the sub-levels. He'd have to dash for it.

"I'll cover you."Jamie said, solemnly. He'd never used a gun before – not like this.

"Before I dash out... were you really there with the Doctor, all those centuries ago, fighting the cybermen?"

"No. I wasn't there. And the Doctor doesn't seem to remember it either. I guess it must happen in our future and your past."

"So, you can time travel?"

Jamie wondered if he should be telling this person, mostly a stranger to him, about his amazing travels, but then again he didn't see why he shouldn't, considering the situation.

"Well... yes. The Doctor has this thing called the TARDIS, and it go to anywhere in the universe at any time. I've had some pretty amazing adventures with him. There's been others travelling with him though. Sometimes, after a brush with death, they felt like they wanted to stop. I think quite a few just got homesick, too. Right now it's just me and the Doctor, and I don't feel like giving up any time soon. Though, the cybermen might retire me early on..."

Yorgmund found it amazing. Travels through time? It had been an idea in the human mind since some of it's earliest days. He smiled. Perhaps after the battle he'd be able to join the crew of the mysterious TARDIS...

Jamie saw his look, and knew it all too well. He felt sad that poor, brave Yorgmund wouldn't make it across the no-man's land that had formed on the main ground level corridor. And then he felt scared for himself, because if Yorgmund wasn't going to make it neither would he.

"Right... I better make a break for it then..." Yorgmund said, quivering with fear.

Before Jamie could object, the young man leapt up and sprinted towards the next barricade, so close to the ammunition supply, yet so far.

Jamie was caught by surprise and fumbled with his gun to give covering fire. He glanced around before he popped over the top of the barricade they'd been hiding behind.

Some sort of laser projectile went into Yorgmund's middle, passing straight through him but leaving no mark. It must have scrambled the man's insides in the area it passed through. But he soldiered on. Jamie turned around, quickly mowing down three cybermen – a lucky bunch of shots, he thought. But when he turned around again, Yorgmund's upper torso had been burnt through by a light gun. He would have died after the laser though, anyway.

Jamie knew it was time to retreat, help would come soon. If only Yorgmund had waited.

"That's it! It's ready for release..." The Doctor said, a small band of wounded fighters assembled around him.

"Are you sure it willn't infect humans? I mean, not them cybermen people?" Somebody asked.

"It will only infect brains treated with the preservation liquid, I assure you."

They seemed satisfied.

The Doctor inserted the virus into the reservoir tanks of preservation liquid over at C Division where the conversion chambers were – they were still churning out cybermen.

As the cybermen arrived out the warehouses on the ground, they seemed at first normal, and got past the thirty second tests from the ground crews. They walked on to join the assault, but began frothing; the spittle that seeped out of their eyes and mouths transferring the virus.

Jamie was closing his eyes, ready to make a break for it, which would probably end up in him dying, when he heard the cybermen grating away.

"Warning. Infected units up ahead. Open fire."

They shot the frothing units, but also normal ones by mistake, not only opening them up to the infection more easily but also making them think their aggressors were infected, and indeed mad, themselves.

Soon the cybermen were firing at each other, in total disarray. Up in orbit the cyberplanner was becoming so overloaded it had to switch off transmissions for fear of overheating and melting from the stress of attempting to organize the cybermen, who seemed to be scared, despite their 'emotions are weak' mantra that they bellowed in their grating voices when they killed another squad of humans.

Jamie whooped in joy, and rallied the remaining human forces to finish off the cybermen, who now numbered at around thirty.

"Retreat." They grated bluntly as they attempted to get away.

Meanwhile, the Doctor had rushed up to greet Jamie.

"Jamie! We did it! They're all dead – except for the ones up in orbit. I suspect there's a cyberplanner or cybermaster up their, no doubt with a few mechanics to aid it's operation." The Doctor turned around to a captain of the military police, "Is there any ships that we get into orbit to destroy the cyber ship? I heard they were banned, but not destroyed?"

"Actually, we have an orbital cannon at the space port. I don't know if it still works though."

It was a warm, pleasant day. It had been a week since the cybermen had been defeated; their starship with it's disabled drive had drifted through space for six hundred years before finally being caught in the orbit of the planet; from there the surviving cybermen carried out their plans.

The orbital cannon destroyed the cyber ship during the night – the debris could be vaguely seen from the ground, sparkling like silver petals floating in a brisk breeze.

The citizens thanked the Doctor and Jamie, after they'd wiped out the last of the cybermen. A few remained in the sewers and abandoned warehouses after the Police HQ assault, hiding, but they'd all been destroyed.

They found Ms Port, who had locked herself in the old K Division (weapons and riot control) room shortly after Darrus Kasper was promoted. It soon became clear her peaceful and moral

ideals is what the city – and indeed now the planet – exactly needed in a new leader.

Nobody knew what happened to Kertin. Some said he was promoted, others said he was plotting the downfall of the city in a cave on the other side of the planet. Others had even darker ideas, like that his ghost haunted the abandoned sewers of the city which the cybermen had used, searching for his lost wife and children.

But not long after the surviving citizens crowded into the tiny back garden where the TARDIS had landed to wave the Doctor and Jamie goodbye as they de-materialized back into the time vortex, after the city had been weeded and re-built, after contact was re-established with Earth, after it had become a successful trading post, the legends died away and in just thirty years people were once more ignorant of the cybermen, scoffing at the now widely varying tales of the elitemen or the cybolice.

But one day, seventy-four years and nine months on the day of the cybermen's open assault on the then remaining city, something flickered and sparked. Something lifted out of the still darkness of the disused sewer. Where am I? It thought to itself. It tried contacting the cyber ship in orbit; nothing.

It remembered how an infection had swept across the city and how he had lost his wife and children in it. And then it turned out to be a clever plan devised by a dying cyberplanner. Was that pride he felt, for his new race?

But he could hear the muffled sounds of bustle and cars rumbling by overhead, and he noticed the cybermen had failed. He may very well have had been the last of his race.

But he stood up. There were other cyberman corpses flung around the sewer. But were they really corpses? He went over to one. He identified it as being the ground commander. He opened the panel in the back of it's metal skull to awaken it once more...

A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. I'll be writing a 1st Doctor and 3rd Doctor story as well, about the same length as this. Please leave a review, it really helps a lot!

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