Completely forgot about the disclaimer. If you haven't cottoned on, i don't own anything to do with the SJA or DW. I've wished on many stars but sadly never come true.

Now on with the show!

"I was just thinking that," she said, as we walked upstairs, "You're very like your parents, you know?"

"Am I?" I asked, "I'd like to think I'm a bit like you,"

"Nosy?" she asked.

"All the time," I said, laughing, as we went into the attic, "Mr Smith, we need you," the computer came up, "Get me the schematics and layout of the Bubble Shock factory, please,"

"Sarah-Jane?" asked the computer to her, "Do I have to do this?"

"Yes, Mr Smith," said Sarah, "Chrissie knows not to use your data bank for hacking into Torchwood and UNIT files anymore,"

"Yes, I know all about that, Sarah," I said, "Sorry, Mr Smith,"

"Glad to hear it," he said, "I wish never to hack into those data banks again,"

"You don't mean that Smithy," I said, "You were as interested as I was,"

"I will pretend not to hear the Time Lord Child," he said.

"I take offense," I said to him, before turning to Sarah, "I told you he would sound cool with Alexander Armstrong's voice,"

"I know," she said, "We're investigating the Bubble Shock factory, and the drink,"

"They have not returned my calls?" he asked.

"No," I said, "Or my emails, or anything? That obviously smells of a cover up,"

"They might just be private," said Sarah.

"With a magic ingredient called Bane?" I asked her, "Which resisted every analytical approach that I performed on it?"

"I do admit that sounds odd," she said to me, "Which is why we need to get into that factory,"

"I am downloading the necessary files now," said Mr Smith.

"You're amazing," I said, tapping a few buttons on the monitor, "What are your views on the Bubble Shock, Smithy?"

"I do not have views but the facts," he said.

"Then what do you conclude from the information?" I asked him, "Surely you could make some prediction?"

"From what I gather from the facts that I have gather, it is impossible to make any preliminarily judgment," he said.

"Well you're a lot of use," I said, "What does your magnificent crystalline alien mind tell you?"

"That we cannot afford to make any hasty judgments," he said.

I kicked him, "Hunk of tin," I said.

"I believe you are referring to the dog," he said.

"Not at the moment, Splinter,"

"Was that designed to be an insult?"

"Stop you two," said Sarah, "Have you both quite finished?" I nodded, "I never know how you manage to get him to argue back,"

"My higher evolved brain," I said to her.

"Really?" she said.

I smiled, "No," I whispered, before speaking louder, "Have you downloaded the maps yet?"

"Printing," he said, and I picked up the sheets of paper, before looking at it, "Is it to Miss Chris' standard?"

"It's perfect," I said, "We'll go through the main entrance,"

"Today?" Sarah asked,

"Can we try it tomorrow?" I asked her, "I would rather plan out a route," she nodded to me.

"Incoming alien detected," said Mr Smith, and we turned back to the screen, "Species: Star Poet. Planet: Arcatine 5,"

"Where will it land?" asked Sarah.

"The backyard," he said.

"What a coincidence," I muttered, "Can we send her home?"

"I believe so," he said, "Time of impact, 2:15 am,"

"Another late night," I murmured and Sarah nudged me, "I'm not complaining," I called to her as she ducked out of the attic, "I wasn't complaining," I told the computer.

"Of course not," he said to me. I narrowed my eyes at him and left the room, grabbing a hunk of metal on my way out. I ran my fingers over it and it hummed and made a noise.

"Chrissie?" Sarah asked me, as I sat on the kitchen table, and made light humming noises with it, "Want to do Music GCSE?"

"That's a laugh," I said, "What am I going to play? A hunk of metal from a planet, far, far away? Like they'd believe me,"

"You never know," she said, "It is a universally recognised instrument,"

"But not an earthly one," I said, pulling the papers towards me, placing the instrument to one side, "Let me see that,"

"How do we get in?" she asked.

"By car," I said, "Look," I pointed to the electronic gates on the map, "These open for twelve seconds before staying open for six seconds, and take twelve seconds to close. Now the bus will start to move forward before the gates are fully open, human habit. It takes a bus to get past in seven seconds, leaving us enough time to get in before the gates fully closed,"

"Clever," she said, "One question? What if they see us?"

"Ahh," I said, "I have no idea, could knock out the cameras but then they'd know there was intruders. Could replace the image, but then they'd wonder,"

"I thought you were smart?" she asked.

"I'm only fourteen," I said to her, "Anyway, the chances of them watching a boring camera is..."

"Four thousand to one," said Mr Smith from upstairs, "Taking the result from the average human concentration span,"

"There you go," I said, "Just because you're an extraordinary human, doesn't mean they are," I looked at the maps, "I'm going to email them one more time,"

"Why?" she asked.

"Give them one more chance," I said to her, "What harm could it cause?" I skipped off to the computer and typed a formal request into the email server, before sending it, "Accept this invitation, please," the result came up, negative. Bubble Shock had blocked us.

"No luck?" she asked me.

"It's not like we're doing anything wrong," I said, "We're just lobbying them to give you an interview, a look behind the scenes. They could easily fudge the truth, but all they're doing is making us suspicious,"

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