A/N It's been a long time, I know. I'm sorry, but I'm being eaten alive by work at school. This is my GCSE year, so the teachers pile it on. If any of you watch the Sarah Jane Adventures, you'll know Yasmin Paige who played Maria Jackson had to leave the job to do her GCSEs. Now I can see why. Moan over. Thank you to my reviewers who patiently wait for my updates. Even if it takes me another six months, this story will be finished! I have a plan! Ramble over.

Disclaimer: In the two or three weeks since I last updated, I have not yet come to own Doctor Who. Shame, that.

Computer's scream died down, but the pulsing red on the screen faded into mauve. Rose remembered the Doctor saying that mauve stood for danger in most of the universe.

"ACCESS DENIED!" Computer told them in her mechanical monotone.

"But you can help! You can help me, Computer! He said so! Please, I beggito you!" Mr. Splenderifous was getting agitated. The anticipation of finding out his true identity was making him twitchy. And frustration was surging up inside him.

"ACCESS DENIED!"

"O.K. So we'll have to...I dunno, hack in?" Rose suggested.

"Typical. The one time we need Mickey the idiot, he's not here," the Doctor sighed.

"You're still calling him an idiot?" Rose asked.

"It's a term of endearment," the Doctor grinned. "Endearment. Do you like that one, Mr No-Name?"

He wasn't listening. He was staring intently at Computer, his orange eyes unblinking. He had an unnerving stare. In fact, he would be quite frightening if he one didn't know his true nature.

"You will give me access," he told Computer slowly. "I am your master and you will give me access."

The machine didn't respond.

The Doctor's face stayed blank for a moment and then lit up.

"Oh! I'm so thick! Thick, thick, thicketty thick!"

Mr. Splenderifous stared.

"You look rather thin to me," he said, confusion crossing his face.

Rose smiled but the Doctor didn't appear to hear him. He was still rambling away in his Doctor like fashion.

"Cos...let me see...computer equipment from this time was beginning to develop its own thoughts and personalities. In twenty, thirty years time in certain parts of the galaxy certain computers will gain independence from their masters. It'd be like...like if your iPod suddenly said it got sick of all the Oasis you were listening to and went to live on the internet."

Rose considered carefully.

"So Computer's got her own personality and her own agenda...which means...she has the information about this guy...but she doesn't want to share it!"

"Yes, exactly!"

"I get it!" she yelped.

"I don't," said Mr. Splenderifous. "Eye pod? Oasis? Internet?" he muttered, shaking his head.

Rose bit her lip.

"So, why's Computer not sharing?"

"Let's find out. I'll just put her to sleep with my sonic screwdriver and we'll have a little dig through her data banks!" the Doctor waved the metallic tube cheerfully.

"She's a computer! How does one put a computer to sleep?" wondered Mr. Splenderifous.

"You're wrong. She's not just a computer. Of course, your part of the galaxy will have the Mechanical War of Independence soon and you'll find out. "

"You talk like you know the future. Such a thing is impossiblo."

"Me and the Doctor kind of laugh in the face of impossible," Rose grinned.

"YOU WILL PUT DOWN THE WEAPON! PUT IT DOWN!" Computer suddenly barked, making them all leap back in surprise.

"PUT IT DOWN! Put it d-o-w-n..."

Computer's voice slowly died down and her screen faded to white.

"It's not a weapon, it's a screwdriver. Right. Here we go. We need...name and purpose of this ship and its owner?"

"My origin? Events of the past week? I've been here two days," Mr. Splenderifous added excitedly.

"Yeah, and then we can use her medical functionality to restore your memories. Everything back to normal."

"That's brilliant!" beamed Rose.

"I know!" the Doctor beamed back.

A small stream of light lit up Computer's screen. And the metallic grate of her voice was weak, as though she were using her last breath.

"DOC...doc...TOR...if you use my power to restore his memories...I will die..."

A/N I'll just explain where I'm going with this. All the machines in the show have their emotions "removed". So, I thought what if machines actually had emotions? What if my laptop came to life and yelled at me for whacking the keys too hard or slamming the lid down? And it kind of went from there. Btw, my laptop hasn't actually screamed at me. Yet.