I'm sorry it took so long, according to my dad the computer is one pop up short of exploding or something. Also my brother broke his leg falling off a dyke.

Someone asked if it was possible to get nutmeg poisoning. It is. Apparently it is a powerful hallucinogenic, it's only drawback is you'd have to eat two tablespoons of the stuff and it tastes horrible. I would go into detail (It's amazing how many people are on the internet giving completely useless information) about the history of nutmeg, but I don't want to be the first person to make someone actually die of boredom.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or House.

I'm procrastinating.

'Where are we?' asked Donna.

'I don't know, but it looks like a hallway.' The Doctor went a little way along it. 'Yep, definitely a hallway. It's got walls and everything.'

'Is you're job just to point out the obvious or do you actually do anything helpful?' asked House, leaning against the TARDIS as Wilson walked round it with a disbelieving stare on his face. 'You know Wilson no matter how many times you pass round it it isn't going to get any bigger.'

Wilson stopped. 'How can you take this so calmly!' asked Wilson. 'He's an alien! He's got a spaceship! We've just taken a ride in a space ship! And you're leaning against it making snide remarks!'

House shrugged. 'Personally, I think it might have something to do with the drugs. Although, I always make snide remarks. If you hadn't noticed that by now you really have to pay more attention. Now...' House walked to the door at one end of the hallway and went through it, followed by The Doctor, Donna and Wilson.

They were in a large laboratory. It went up a fairly long way and had different platforms joined by ladders going up along the walls. It had a very large machine taking up most of the floor space.

'Wow look at that,' the Doctor said, putting on his glasses. 'Looks like some kind of engine.' Suddenly there was a mechanical roar as the engine seemed to come to life. 'Oops, I think I upset it.'

He looked round and climbed up a nearby ladder to the platform above. It had a small door beside the ladder leading up to the next platform. There was also a large complicated alien looking computer that was producing long strips of paper with readouts on it. 'There's a computer here.' he called. Donna went up to join him.

'I'll stay down here with House.' called Wilson.

'I'm not about to get lonely Wilson, I don't need you to look after me.'

'Actually, that Doctor guy scares me little.'

House smirked. 'Wimp.'

Meanwhile, the Doctor was reading the computer readouts. 'This is hooked up to that engine thing. It looks like the thing isn't getting the power it needs.' Then he looked at the computer screen and frowned. 'Hang on...' He ducked under the table the computer was on and looked at the mess of wires. He moved them out of the way until he was looking at the CPU.

'This is a Dell!'

'What, you mean Dell makes alien computers?' asked Donna sceptically.

'Let me rephrase that, this computer has a Dell CPU but the monitor is Puridian technology. Alien.' He added at the blank look on Donna's face. Then he looked at the wires he'd moved out of the way. 'The wires are different too, that one,' the Doctor pointed to a boring old red one, 'Is human, but that one,' He pointed to one that changed colour every few seconds. 'Comes from a planet 300 thousand light-years away.' Then he went through some more. 'These all come from different planets light years away from each other. Why would someone build a computer from different bits?'

'It looks to me like someone's been buying spare parts to get it to work.' said Donna.

'I think you're right. So, someone is making a computer from spare parts to hook up to an engine. Why?'

'Doctor! Shouted Wilson suddenly. The doctor looked over the edge of the platform to see that two figures in black hoods pointing futuristic looking guns at Wilson and House.

'Hello!' shouted the Doctor, 'I was wondering where everyone was!'

'How did you find this place?' said a voice behind the Doctor and Donna.

The voice that had spoken belonged to an alien. You could tell because his skin was covered in feathers and his eyes were purple. He was human shaped, two arms, two legs etc. but he a sort of bird-like air. He was wearing leather biker clothes, and was holding a large device that looked a bit like a remote control and a bit like a car dashboard. He was flanked by two larger aliens with blue skin who were holding guns.

'Ah, finally, the one behind it all!' said The Doctor brightly. 'As to how we got here- hang on.' The Doctor stopped. 'Don't I know you?'

The alien smiled. 'You probably recognize me from my wanted posters.'

The Doctor snapped his fingers. 'Of course! You're that nutcase that tried to kidnap the Illustrious Pythoness of the Piscilliean Galaxy!'

The alien smile vanished. 'I am not a nutcase. I was taking revenge on those who would destroy my planet's government!' He hissed when he was angry.

'Alright, so you're a patriotic nutcase, doesn't explain what you're doing on Earth. What's your name by the way?'

'It would take a year to say my name in your Earth tongue.'

'Ok,' said the Doctor, 'we'll call you Malcom. So Malcom, what are you doing here?'

'I am preparing my campaign.'

'Campaign?'

'I am preparing to go to war with the Piscilliean Galaxy.'

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. 'All by yourself?' asked The Doctor.

'I have the might of my home planet Puridia behind me.'

'But you're a criminal, the Judoon are after you, your planet won't have anything to do with you.'

'What's happening up there?' called House. Due to the noise coming from the engine, Wilson and House could only hear parts of the conversation The Doctor was having with Malcom.

Malcom caught sight of Wilson and House. 'What is the source doing here!?' He yelled.

'The what?' asked House.

'We must bring the mission forward.'

'But sir,' called the alien pointing the gun at House. 'We haven't tested it. It could go wrong.'

'We haven't time!' shouted Malcom. 'Their disappearance won't go unnoticed!' He snapped his fingers and the two aliens either side of him raised their guns and pointed them at the Doctor and Donna. 'Take the rest of them the holding cells, but prepare the source for the procedure.' He ordered.

There, I've got an alien. A couple actually. It was the best I could come up with. I don't really like this chapter, but I'm overly critical. I've got a feeling he's become a bit of a James Bond baddie, explaining his evil scheme and then leaving them to it, but I think I've left a good amount of speculation.