The Doctor went down this path before. It was something he had years of experience in. If there was one thing about the Doctor, it was that years of dealing with some of the most dangerous beings in the known universe helped him find ideas and ways to get out of trouble even how tight of a situation he was in. This particular situation was no different from ones that he dealt with in the past. The only difference however, there was a more pressing issue than realized.

With no power, the group relied on the flashlight Sherlock kept. As they slowly walked, they started hearing that horrible sound. The metallic groans echoed throughout the wards as the group remained frozen in place. The sound of thudding as the Betas walked down the stairs, groaning loudly as they reached the bottom.

The Doctor led the group into a utility closet, closing the door as Sherlock entered last. There they listened as the Betas began tearing into rooms and ripping apart anything, they perceived a threat. Quickly looking at Colton, the Doctor asked, "Do you know where the maintenance shafts are?"

Colton nodded, "Yes, there's one in here, the maintenance workers used it to get to the Main Area."

The Alphas helped locate the false door as they heard the Betas nearing their location. Opening the false door, they pooled into the tight quarters of the maintenance halls as Sherlock quickly closed the door.

As he did, the group heard the groans of the Betas as they tore into the utility closet, sending shelves of jars and boxes to the ground, spilling over the floor.

The Doctor ran up the hall with the others following. He stopped when he found a map of the maintenance halls. With Sherlock's flashlight lighting up the map, he read it. As he read it, he formulated a plan to draw the Betas to the Lower Ward, where the inner workings of Utopia lie.

Contained, the Betas had no way of escape.

How they will get them there, another plan entirely.

"Alright, here's what we'll do, we need to get them to the Lower Ward," the Doctor began as he looked at them. "We get them to the Lower Ward, lock them in, and using the thermoelectric generators we can electrocute them."

"The entrance to the Lower Ward is a lift, over here," Colton pointed on the map. "There's another lift you have taken, but the Betas won't follow.

"Lower Ward, that's an area they'd go, isn't it?" Sherlock looked at him.

Colton explained, "Yes, but after they went berserk, they closed down the lifts to prevent them from entering the Lower Ward. They won't go near the lifts until they're online."

"Workers came down to the Lower Ward for maintenance; they have a way down, don't they?" Sherlock inquired.

Colton nodded before a twinkle in his eye appeared. "They use a hand-crank generator," he said as he looked at them. "It's separate from the main power, so it doesn't trigger a response from the Betas."

"And that's what we do, come on," the Doctor motioned with his arm. As he did, they heard a ghastly noise and turned their heads. A drill hand tore through the wall as the Betas auditory systems caught their conversation.

As the Betas poured into the maintenance halls, the Doctor and the others ran toward the lifts. As they did, they avoided the drills that came through walls, the Betas attempting to kill them.

Sherlock ducked his head as one came over it, but as he dodged it, he let out a cry. Another came through the wall below and stabbed his side. Fortunately, for Sherlock, the drill hand caught on the pipes and unable to reach him further, leaving him with only a deep cut. As he checked while helped by Leon and Callan, it did not puncture any organ or vein.

Keeping pressure on his wound, Sherlock ran with the others as the Betas continued their assault. The Doctor tripped over the pipes underlying the ground, slamming against a wall. Groggily, looking around as he righted himself, the Doctor watched as the Betas tore apart the walls with their drills deafening his ears.

Colton and Joseph helped him up and struggled as they ran toward a steel door leading into the area with the first lift.

While Callan and Leon tended to Sherlock, Joseph and Colton tore down the door with their brute strength. In that time, using his sleeves and Leon's tie, Callan made gauze for Sherlock.

Just as they ran through the door, they heard pipes crushing under the Betas weight.

Hobbling toward the fuse box, the Doctor held up his Sonic Screwdriver. Concerned Colton asked, "Are you sure that'll work?"

"They can interfere with my Sonic Screwdriver all they want, but they can't stop it from working," the Doctor held on the button as the Sonic Screwdriver warbled. He prayed as the green light faltered.

"Um, guys, we have company," Leon pointed as they began to see the lights in the halls, mechanic groaning rattling the torn walls.

As the Sonic Screwdriver faltered, Colton told the Doctor to move as he tore out a live wire from the generator and stuck it into the fuse box. As he did, Callan pulled on the handle, sending currents of electricity to the fuse box.

The Doctor fumbled backward as the fuse box lit up, as it did the light over the lift lit up red. The lift door slid open, slowly, forced open by Colton and the others as they entered. As they entered the large lift, Colton pulled down the lever, sending the lift down.

The lift moaned as it lowered. Leon looked at them, scared. "Is it going to have enough power when we get back?"

"No," the Doctor flat out admitted to him. He then quickly said before Leon could respond, "However, I think it'll buy us time."

The Doctor turned his attention to Sherlock who leaned against Leon. "You're alright," the Doctor asked Sherlock. Sherlock grinned as he shook his head. He said to the Doctor, "Just dandy."

"I think they keep med shots down here, in case someone gets injured," Joseph mentioned as the lift came a halt at the bottom.

Running out of the lift, Colton and the Doctor ran to the second lift. Upon reaching it, they found the fuse box had just enough power, but faltered.

"Ever heard of the penny trick, Doctor?" Colton walked toward an area workers sat when they were on break and felt the ground; he picked up a penny and showed it to the Doctor. The Doctor nodded as Colton stuck the penny inside the fuse box, causing it hum loudly.

As it sparked, Leon stepped backwards, knocking into a cassette player left behind by one of the workers. It turned on and warbled as it played a song, the way it sounded; it came from the '80s.

"They took our lives. They took our souls. Our suffering fuels their greed as they rape our lands. They took our hands and our lands. They turned us mad, as they get a tad crazy. Their faces are gaunt and it haunts us all night long. These days of ours are gone, it all belongs to the men in black who come from lands afar. What is ours, they will take. Gonna hunt you down like the hounds, you are!"

The cassette blared as they watched the first lift coming down. Hurrying into the second lift as it opens, they listened to the music as the lift moves downward.

"Run to the hills. Run for your lives. Believe you are free. When the men in black come for you, praise Queen Anne, praise Her Highness, Queen Annalise Merovingian!"

The Betas hobbled toward the lift as one raised its drill hand and smashed the cassette until it no longer worked. One hobbled toward the fuse box and smashed its drill hand against it, destroying it.

The lift slammed against the bottom of the shaft, causing the men to collide against each other. Struggling to get up, the Doctor and Colton pried open the door, allowing them out into the deafeningly quiet halls of the Lower Ward.

Years ago, Betas came down to the Lower Ward to perform maintenance. They endured what human workers could not, however when their flaws were found, they were banned from the Lower Ward forever. Since no one could successfully reprogram the Betas, an alternative came to mind.

Since Betas were hardwired to recognize areas they belonged, the only way to keep them from the Lower Ward was to separate the first lift from the main grid.

With a generator and someone on guard, the Betas did not recognize the lift as online and no longer attempt to access it.

The second lift, powered by a secondary grid, remained safe from the Betas, as Betas will not go down lifts even if only one lift is offline. A security measure meant to keep them from becoming stuck in the lift.

Unfortunately, the Doctor and his cohorts opened a can of worm when they started both lifts. With them online, the Betas would follow their warped programming.

The air was stiff and arid; none of the men could properly breathe. Coughing as he held his mouth, the Doctor twisted and turned. He stopped when he smelt salt water. Pointing down the hall, he said, "They're down there, come on!"

Sherlock groaned as Leon held a hand over his wound, putting pressure on it as he helped Sherlock down the hall.

Joseph kicked down a door and rummaged through it. He brought out a med shot and looked at Sherlock. "It'll hurt like a bitch, but it's the only way to stop the bleeding," he warned Sherlock. Sherlock took it from him and injected the contents into his veins.

Nearly vomiting, Sherlock tossed the med shot aside and continued leaning on Leon as they continued to ran until they found a large cylinder door. Originally accommodating the Betas, Utopia retrofitted the door for the human workers. With a press of the button, the door slid up.

"It's held by magnets, if there's no power it'll raise," Joseph told the Doctor. "In case anyone got stuck in here during a power outage."

"We'll use it to our advantage," the Doctor motioned them to follow as they entered the thermoelectric area. The towering generators partially worked, however due to the damages caused by neglect and the Betas, their power faltered.

"Doctor, look, there's the valves," Sherlock pointed at the valves lining the wall. "If we stress the generators, it'll flood and electrocute them."

"There's no way we can turn all the valves in time, even then, that means we have to run out of here into the waiting arms of the Betas. Assuming we don't get electrocuted first," Leon shook his head, beads of sweat dripped from his hair.

"We won't have to," the Doctor stared at him. "They'll do it for us and we'll have time to escape."

"Even then, what about the door, it'll open the moment the Lower Ward loses power," Joseph pointed at the Doctor.

"Remember, lads, there's more ways to open cans then there are closing them," Colton looked at them.

Callan agreed as he said, "But there's always a way to close them, but sometimes they'll be messy."

The Doctor ran toward the valves and pondered. He smiled as he grabbed for a wrench laying nearby and started pounding on the pipes.

"Oi, come and get us!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. As he did, Colton led the others toward their positions, by the door.

The Doctor's two hearts beat against his chest as he heard rumbling. The Betas certainly heard him and they were coming, running, even. The moment the first three poked their heads through the doorway, the Doctor ran behind the generators.

Betas roared as they ran toward the valves, the moment the last ran in Callan and Leon helped Sherlock out of the doorway as Joseph ran behind. Colton stayed behind; his arm outreached and caught the Doctor as he fell into it. The Doctor corrected himself and Colton helped him close down the door. The door slid down just as the Betas begin drilling into the pipelines.

The water flowed as the Betas began attacking the generators, the electricity began flowing into the water, connecting with the soaked Betas as water rose. Several drilled into the walls, compromising the integrity of the Lower Ward.

The electricity flowed freely in the water and the Betas as they attacked each other and everything around them. Several slammed against the closed door as water pushed against it.

With the weight of the water building, the door that normally opened through magnets remained closed. However as electricity flowed, water leaked into the nooks and crannies of the door, frying the magnets.

By the time the door struggled to open, the Doctor and his cohorts were long gone, running toward the lift.

With the Betas destroyed, the Doctor attempted to use his Sonic Screwdriver on the lift. However, it did not work. The Doctor flinched when he quickly pressed on the Sonic Screwdrivers.

Leon and Joseph helped Sherlock into the lift as Colton stood by the Doctor. "Doctor, what's going on?" he asked. The Doctor looked at him, "My Sonic Screwdriver works, but it won't power the lift!"

Colton's eyes dashed around the area until he found their answer. A hand crank generator, obscured by the darkness, used in the event the power goes out. As a safety measure, the lifts reject outside power if theirs ever went out. The reason stemmed from fear the Betas turning on the lifts by themselves.

"Oh God," the Doctor's eyes widened as he followed Colton's eyes, before Colton could say anything, they were pushed into the lift and the door closing on them. As they turned around, they noticed standing in front of the glass, Callan.

Unable to open the door, they watched in horror as they heard the water in the distance.

Callan looked at them with his silver eyes glistening with tears forming under them. Colton shouted at him, "Damn it, Callan, what the hell are you doing?"

"Callan, come on man, don't do this," Leon pleaded with him.

"Jesus, Callan, what are you thinking?" Joseph pushed toward the front of the window.

The Doctor and Sherlock watched in horror as Callan begun cranking the lever, the rumbling sound of water booming in the distance.

"Callan, damn it, open the door!" Colton shouted at him.

Callan turned his head to them and smiled. He said finally, in a hushed tone. "Mates, I'm going to see them again," fresh tears ran down his face as he watched them pound on the door.

"Cal, don't do it, think about what you're doing!" Joseph screamed at the top of his lungs.

Leon hyperventilated as he watched Callan continue cranking the lever. His voice wavered as he shouted, "Cal, not like this, man. Come on!"

Their cries fell on deaf ears as doors suddenly burst with water, Callan cranked the lever for the final time, giving the lift enough power. The lift powered on, lights turning on and the only button illuminating, allowing everyone to watch as Callan stood in front of the door with a smile on his face.

Colton stood in front of the door as tears ran down his face. He raised his hand and placed his palm on the glass as Callan did the same. "I have been—and always shall be—your friend," Callan managed to say just as the water loomed over him. "You will always be my friend," Colton mustered, choking back tears. Callan slowly nodded.

The lift suddenly pulled up as the water made contact with the door.

Leon shouted Callan's name several times, but stopped when Joseph held him. Leon wept as Joseph allowed his tears to flow freely.

"Stupid, stupid," Colton angrily uttered as he punched the side of the lift.

The Doctor comforted him, "He saved us."

"He didn't have to die!" Colton stood in front him.

Sherlock pulled them apart and kept them away. He then said to Colton, "If he didn't do it, we'd all die. Don't waste his sacrifice on anger, Frank."

Colton let his tears roll down his face as he waddled through the lift. "He was our friend. He didn't deserve to die, not like that," his voice cracked.

"What do we do, now?" Leon mustered as he tried to look at the Doctor as his vision blurred from the tears. "What the hell do we do, now?"

"We get back to the TARDIS and get the hell out of here," the Doctor mustered. He turned to Sherlock as they exchanged looks.

Sherlock then asked, "Was there a way to save him, Doctor."

Tears ran down the Doctor's face as he shook his head. Death had always been something the Doctor wrangled with during his adventures; it had been a constant reminder of what the Doctor lost and the cruelness of the universe. Even if the Doctor could, changing events to stop someone's death, never worked out in the end. If a person, no matter their creed or salt, died then it is the doing of fate. Fate, so unkind, a concept the Doctor never grasped and never will, even if he wanted to, as it intended for him and others like him.

There was no way to save Callan. Even then, if not Callan, then someone else would have died. As the saying went, there was no changing fate without the consequences.

"No-no, there'd be no way," the Doctor mustered as he rubbed his eyes.

The lift reached to the top and with his Sonic Screwdriver, the Doctor called forth the TARDIS. The TARDIS slowly materialized before them as they ran up to it. The Doctor opened the door and they poured into the main area.

Upon storming into the TARDIS, the Doctor nearly tripped over himself as he ran toward the console.

He punched buttons, raised and lowered levers, until the TARDIS began to dematerialize. Just as the TARDIS faded from the holding cell, water burst through the walls and tore apart the remaining areas of Utopia.

The scientists watched from afar, as Beth almost knocked Colton down running into his arms. "Oh, my god, Frank," she wept into his arms. Her arms wrapped his waist tightly as they nuzzled each other. When she finally pulled away, she looked around, quizzically.

"Where's Callan?" Beth asked Colton. Colton chewed on his lips as his head lowered. Leon struggled to answer in his place.

"He-he didn't make it, Beth," Leon mournfully said to her. "The lift had no power."

"No, Callan," Beth mourned as she brought her hands to her face as tears flowed from her eyes.

Sherlock, taking deep breaths, walked toward the Doctor. The Doctor turned his head away from him as he allowed tears to roll down his cheeks.

"Why did he kill himself, Sherlock?" The Doctor asked him.

Sherlock glimpsed the Alphas mourning as the scientists remained where they were. He shook his head as he gave the Doctor his answer. "No amount of experiments could dull the withering pain of loss, Doctor," Sherlock frowned. "Some men hold decorum in the face of death, but some men can't remove what imprinted on their minds."

"He would've killed himself, anyway," the Doctor summed.

Sherlock slowly nodded, continuing to frown. "He was a broken man, Doctor," Sherlock's voice lowered. The Doctor did not deny the fact; he only regretted that it was the only fact.

Callan, bless his tormented soul, suffered at the hands of Sofia and the Corporation. His child died from a cruel experiment, his only relief came from an unexpected source. It was not enough, however, like the late Van Gogh; no amount of influence would have changed his mind. He would no sooner accept death than live a life without his daughter and his wife. His death was certain, one way or another.

The Doctor hung his head low. Sherlock rested a hand on his shoulder as comfort.

"So, what do we do now?" Leon looked at the other Alphas.

The Alphas looked at each other as Colton chewed on his lips. He finally said, "We live."

The Doctor turned around to face the scientists who once cowered in fear, look on in mourning. "Where will they go, Doctor?" Sherlock asked him. The Doctor looked down to his feet as he pondered that. He shook his head as he raised it. "I honestly don't know," the Doctor admitted.

Once the TARDIS came to a complete stop, they all poured out to find the TARDIS landed on a hillside near a town. This world had no Cybermen, no Daleks, no horrific threats that permitted other worlds; it was a normal world for them, one where they would find peace.

In a rare display, the scientists and the Alphas stood in front of each other.

"There are no excuses for what we done to you all," Colton began as he looked at the scientists. "We harmed you, beaten you, for what, lousy revenge that done nothing but hurt the people we care about?"

One of the scientists, Malcolm, walked up to Colton with a mournful look on his face. "There is no better excuse for us. We knowingly experimented, played with human lives; we were no different from the damned Cybermen. We were no blinder to our excess than the Cybermen. We pillaged and maimed our own people," Malcolm mournfully said, shaking his head. "We did nothing but harm, more than what the Cybermen capable of doing."

"There's no reason for our actions," Colton summed. Malcolm nodded, agreeing with him.

"We're sorry, for everything we've done to you. Even if an apology is nothing compared to what happened," Malcolm rubbed his eyes.

Colton shook his head. "The one thing the Cybermen can never replicate or upgrade, is humanity. Humanity has its flaws, but makes up for it with compassion and understanding, something the Cybermen will never attain," Colton asserted before them all.

Sherlock and the Doctor watch as the two held their hands outreached and shook each other's hands. Signifying the end of the feud between the scientists and the Alphas and thus began the start of peace.

"Where will you go now?" Malcolm asked Colton.

Colton smiled as he said, "Anyway the wind blows."

"Will we see each other again?" Malcolm sheepishly asked.

Colton shook his head. "Not in our lifetime, I'm afraid. We will live our lives far from yours, in a world where neither us known," he replied as he glanced to Beth walking toward him. She stood at his side as he wrapped his arm around his waist as she done the same. "What of you, where will you go?"

Malcolm looked toward the scientists who stared back, before he turned toward Colton. He replied with, "I suppose the same can be said for us, there's nothing for us now. We are too old, Mr. Colton, ever since that incident we barely had anything to our name. Suppose, this is much as retirement one can attain at this time."

They shared a laugh before they looked at the Doctor.

"I hate to bother, Doctor, but I was wondering if it were possible to take us to Manhattan, 2000s, preferably mid '00s," Malcolm raised a finger to the Doctor.

The Doctor nodded, "Of course, Dr. Malcolm."

Malcolm shook his head in disagreement. "No, preferably I rather be referred to as Mr. Malcolm now," he corrected the Doctor. The Doctor corrected with, "Which Manhattan, Mr. Malcolm?"

"Let's start with one without the Cybermen, for starters," Malcolm smiled, his sagging face pulling back.

The Doctor looked to Colton and asked him, "What about you?"

Colton shook his head as he said to the Doctor, stroking Beth's hair. "You don't need to worry about us, Doctor, we'll find our way," he said to him. The Doctor tilted his head at the statement. He then asked, "Will we see each other again?"

"I doubt it, you might stumble upon us, but you won't find us," Colton explained to him. "I'm dreadfully sorry, Doctor, but it's the way it is. You of all people should know this."

"What of Utopia, could anyone try to find it?" Sherlock stepped toward them as his scars glistened in the sunlight. Colton told him, "No, whatever remains, will just be ghost stories. Even if the Cybermen find their way down there, whatever remained from the explosion won't suffice their notions."

They exchanged their farewells before the scientists returned to the TARDIS as Colton and the Alphas waved goodbye, watching the TARDIS disappear.

The scientists found their new homes in Manhattan, New York, our world, April 21st, 2016. They assumed different identities with assistance from the Doctor, beginning their new lives.

Sherlock Holmes returned to his world, given a cover story for his injuries, softly playing a tune on his violin while gazing out the window of his flat. When Mycroft came to the flat, checking up on his little brother, for once in his entire life Sherlock was happy to see his brother, going far as hugging him. Mycroft listened to the elaborate story, noticing that Sherlock started tearing up, offered an arm and did not pry further.

The Doctor returned to his reclusive life. He fought against the Cybermen, the Dalek, the Weeping Angels, all enemies of his time. Yet, the Doctor continues to reflect on his life and the people in it, remembering those dead and gone. Even tearing up at his old friend, turned nemesis, the Master, who once played with him when they were children. One day, when a world did not need saving, the Doctor went to a world, buying flowers, and visiting the gravestone of his former companion.

As for the Alphas, as of this writing, no one has seen or heard from then since the Utopia Incident. Some speculate they live happily in another world, far from ours, where they found peace as they mourn over their fallen friend, Callan McDowell. A rumor surfaced a while back saying that Beth birthed a healthy boy, silver eyes like his parents, and Leon successfully courted a woman. As for Joseph, he became a pastor for a church, leading charge in the world of faith.

What little we know of the Alphas, they are hiding away in their slice of paradise, content at a life where they will never fear again.

One can argue both the Alphas and the scientists have blood on their hands. However, it can be said that in a rare event, both realized this and made amends for what they done. They will live with the constant memories of their actions, but seek to right the wrongs they made.

The work of Sofia Lamb remains where it belongs, at the bottom of the sea, where no human or Cybermen can find it. Lost and rightfully forgotten, it will erode until nothing is left, thus Sofia disappears into history.

Yet, as one remembers, though the end of the story has come, there is still one thing to remember.

Under a cloudy day, a murder of crows flocked to a cemetery, overlooking a headstone. Instead of cawing, they remained absolute silent.

Thunder from the west echoed in the area, the crows remained silent as they dispersed from the cemetery. As someone once said, a crow that does not caw is a crow of Lamb's.

Called in some literature, the Crows of Lamb, depictions varied but generally the same, with the difference being what part they took.

In this depiction, they are the reminders of a lunatic's desire for power and the pain and anguish. Though not evil like Sofia, whatever stories they hold, no one will know.

The End