It's Launch Day! CyberSocial about to launch...And time is running out for The Doctor, Sasha and Alec to stop it! Please review! :D

"Good morning, Britain, and welcome to Christmas!"

"Isn't it lovely?"

"It's beautiful out, Bill. What a great day!"

"Whether you've just opened you're stocking or tucking into a large Christmas breakfast, I'm sure the festive spirit is coating the nation, much like the snow we're expecting – fingers crossed!"

"Later today, Benedict Cumberbatch will be specially reading extracts of Charles Dicken's 'A Christmas Carol'. We'll have the explosive EastEnders Christmas special, celebrations from Trafalger Square and, of course, the Queen's speech – live from Buckingham Palace – throughout today on the BBC!"

"And, at eleven, we'll be broadcasting the live launch of CyberSocial – it is going to be revolutionary!"

"Yes, it really is! We'll be back at eleven, live from the BT Tower, but for now, 'It's a Wonderful Life'!"

"Get down!" the Doctor cried.

Sasha and Alec dived to the floor.

The Doctor held out a small metal device ion his hand, and pressed it. Suddenly, the army of zombie workers stopped – then they fell to the floor.

"What was that?" Sasha stuttered, rising to her feet.

"The virus against the Cybermen. I thought it might work on, well, Cyberpuppets?" the Doctor explained.

"Come on. Top floor!" Alec started, pushing past the Cyberpuppets towards the stairs. The others followed.

The top floor. Silence.

The room was set up to fully publicise the launch – banners, posters, boards covered in slogans and concept images of the CyberSocial app. Miss Rubens stood against the large glass walls, opening out onto the vast expanse of the city, posed in front of a series of cameras. The camera crew, just like the office workers, had their heads slumped, barely keeping balance – a ghost crew.

The clock struck ten fifty nine.

"Good morning, Britain!" Miss Rubens grinned to the camera. "I hope you're enjoying your Christmas so far. In under a minute now, CyberSocial will be launching. You can probably see a countdown on your screens now . . ."

"Whatever you're going to do, do it quickly," Alec whispered to the Doctor at the door to the room.

The Doctor held up the small metal device, "Whatever happens, link this to that box there," he pointed to a large boxed-shaped device the cameras were wired into. "We need to transmit this virus whatever it takes. Ready?"

Sasha and Alec nodded.

"Now!"

The Doctor, Sasha and Alec burst into the room! Immediately, the TV crew stepped towards them - their pale, waxy faces portraying a ghostly menace through the dead expressions. The Doctor and his companions weaved their way through the Cyberpuppets. The Doctor, trapped, passed the virus device to Sasha, which she threw to Alec, who dived under a canapé table to avoid entrapment, then back to Sasha, then to the Doctor.

They had done it! The Doctor inserted the device into the camera equipment!

Silence.

Pause.

The Cyberpuppets froze!

All the screens in the room, and across the country, were flooded with a string of numbers – the virus!

Then it stopped! The numbers disappearing.

The wide smiles of success withdrew from the Doctor and his companions, diffusing into the cold air. All the numbers on the TV screens switched back to Miss Rubens, still poised, unnerved, in front of the London skyline. Simultaneously, the Cyberpuppets were drawn back into their unconscious, zombie-like states. And then – in complete unison:

"Upgrade in progress!"

"What?" Sasha stuttered, stepping back from the Cyberpuppets as they thrust their arms outwards, threateningly. "You said that would work, Doctor!"

"We upgraded, Doctor," Miss Rubens grinned to the Doctor, momentarily breaking the Woman of the Year façade she played for the cameras, "and so will the world." She stared straight down the camera lens – the world looking back at her down the very same lens – then announced: "Launch CyberSocial!"

The Doctor, Sasha and Alec looked to each other, then out across the city as dread set in.

A family at Christmas. Laughing. Exchanging presents. Then the children stopped. Their chins sinking to their chests as their heads dropped. Silence. Then they looked up, staring blankly at the nearest TV screen – watching Miss Rubens.

A young couple – first Christmas in their new flat. As he carried a tray of coffee and toast to his girlfriend, they stopped. The tray dropped to the floor. Their chins sinking to their chests as their heads dropped. Silence. Then they looked up, staring blankly at the nearest TV screen – watching Miss Rubens.

A group of elderly friends, drinking early and playing cards. Mid-hand, a couple of them stopped. They dropped their cards. Their chins sinking to their chests as their heads dropped. Silence. Then they looked up, staring blankly at the nearest TV screen – watching Miss Rubens.

A hospital. Busy. Packed. Doctors and nurses and patients hurrying through corridors, feigning smiles and laughs. And they stopped. Over half of the hospital's population simply stopped – some falling, too weak to stand. Their chins sinking to their chests as their heads dropped. Panic. Then they looked up, staring blankly at the nearest TV screen – watching Miss Rubens.

"RUN!" the Doctor cried. "OUT, OUT, OUT!"

Sasha and Alec turned to head for the door as the Doctor was grabbed by the cameraman. Immediately, they were stopped in their tracks, cornered by producers and stage managers! Whatever way Sasha turned, more and more Cyberpuppets were converging on her. Trapped. Alec was able to escape, diving between legs and over tables to escape.

He reached the door – his body urged him to run but his mind forced him to stopped. He turned back, facing into the room as his sister and best friend were trapped.

"Just go!" Sasha screamed at him. She'd turned pale from fear. Jewels of sweat over her face.

Alec didn't want to but he had to. He had to go.

And without turning back, he ran. Down the stairs. Leaping over steps as he descended the building – running for his life.

Claire closed the front door – exhausted. In front of her, a large step of stairs, leading to all the other flats in the building, crudely lit with fairy lights and a small plastic tree on the landing. Then she smiled. It was Christmas!

The ground floor flat was home to the Mbatha's – mother, father, two sons, a daughter and the grandparents around specially for Christmas. They'd been great to Claire: brought her a slice of cake whenever they'd been baking, birthday cards and warned them whenever the children were having parties. And she'd been great to them: babysitting, picking up their children from school and busy days and bought them chocolates and wine whenever she thought she owed them a favour. She loved them.

Wiping the Doctor and the Cybermen from her mind with ease in one stroke, she stepped up to the front door and knocked. "Hey! It's Claire here!" Silence. She waited. "Hello? Gone for a walk?"

"Quick! Come in!" a voice cried.

Claire threw the door open and bolted in.

The three children and parents had stopped, staring at Miss Rubens on the TV – loosely keeping themselves upright like zombies. Amongst it all, Grandad and Grandma Mbatha, their eyes wide in horror.

"What happened?" Claire gasped.

"They stopped! They just stopped! The poor childran! Oh please, help the childran!" Grandma Mbatha pleaded, holding up her grandchild's head, cupping it in her old, wrinkled hands.

"You are Claire? Our daughter talked about you. You're a doctor, aren't you?" Grandad Mbatha inquired.

"No. I'm a nurse," Claire replied in a hurry, checking for pupil responses and heartbeat. "Good. They're alive and no brain damage."

"Oh, good gracious. Bless the Lord!" Grandma smiled in relief.

"Then what has happened to them? Why won't they move?" Grandad worried. "And on Christmas!"

Claire went to the son's side, checking him over too . . . Then she noticed . . . In his hand. Claire prized the phone out of his hands and checked the screen. CyberSocial!

"Stay here!" Claire ordered, getting to her feet. "I've not got my mobile on me – the Doctor's taken it – but if anything happens, just call 999."

Claire bolted up the stairs. Flat B: all turned to zombies. Flat C: all turned to zombies. On TVs, the CyberSocial broadcast. CyberSocial open on phones in the victims' hands. It all became clear!

Claire descended the building. Revved her motorbike. Next destination: the BT Tower.

"Give them back!" Sasha cried at Miss Rubens. "Give them back their minds!"

"Pointless, Sasha. You might as well shut up," the Doctor advised, hissing with anger as the Cyberpuppets stood himself and Sasha in front of Miss Rubens. "You can give up the façade now, the majority of Britain is under your control."

Miss Rubens transformed into her Cyber form. "Twenty two percent of Earth population uploaded to the CyberCloud."

"Oh my God," Sasha gasped.

"The CyberCloud? What's that?" the Doctor inquired.

A blue light flashed on the Cyberman's shoulder.

The Doctor and Sasha looked outside – focusing on the large white cloud hanging over the city. And then it changed! The entire cloud over London flickered with electricity.

Then it became a ship! The veil lifted as the cloud became an entire Cyber ship, frozen in the sky, casting a large black shadow on everything below!

Ok, so I wrote this a while ago so don't blame me for another CyberCloud in Doctor Who! Anyway, I hope you liked that! Please review :)