Big Ben Strikes The Eleventh Hour (Wholock)

Business With the Glass Lady

The visitors stepped back from the women with the gun, putting their hands up.

"Why's she so angry?" Amy muttered, nervously watching the gun.

"Because we threatened the Secretary and forced our way up here?" Rory sighed. "Maybe?"

"Are you all deaf?" the woman, Serafima Bershanskaya probably, hissed. "I said get out!"

The Doctor, rather awkwardly, stepped forward and extended his hand. "Er, hello, not sure you heard me yelling earlier, but I'm the Doctor, and this is-."

"I don't care," Bershanskaya interrupted. "Why are you here?"

"Well, it's rather complicated but-," the Doctor started slowly.

"O.C.T.A.V.I.A," Sherlock interrupted. "It's about O.C.T.A.V.I.A, the supercomputer."

"Oh," Bershanskaya realized. She visibly relaxed. "You mean your not here about the planes?"

"Planes?" Amy asked.

"Not yet," the Doctor muttered.

"Well, if your here about the computer," Bershanskaya told them. "Go away. Not my division."

She started to close the door, but the Doctor stopped it with his foot. "But she sent us."

Bershanskaya gave him a confused look. "Sent? She?"

The Doctor nodded, his usual beam back on his face. Bershanskaya looked even more confused.

"Come in."

Serafima Bershanskaya, at first, somehow looked like Mary Poppins and Professor McGonagall, the book version, of course, mushed together. But if you looked closer, you could also see a bit of the intelligence of Matilda. Well, more like, the hair and dress sense of Mary Poppins the look of Minerva McGonagall and they intelligence of Matilda is they were mushed together and re sculpted by a glassblower who really liked the colour violet. Well- oh never mind you get it.

Well, right now, she was staring down at the Doctor and his companions like a teacher to a misbehaving child. A very Minerva thing to do, I might add.

"So you're telling me, that a bit of computer software became self aware, and wants to be free?" Bershanskaya asked again.

The Doctor nodded, and Amy asked: "Why's that so hard to believe?"

Bershanskaya shook her head at Amy. "Because we weren't like the humans, we made sure we could always control and understand it."

'Huh?' Amy thought. 'Is this in the future?'

It wasn't in the future.

"Well, it didn't work," the Doctor told her. "Because right now O.C.T.A.V.I.A is a living person, and she needs out."

Bershanskaya pinched the bridge of her nose. "Needs? Could you perhaps expand on that?"

"She sent us six coordinates," the Doctor explained. "This was the first one."

"Show me," Bershanskaya demanded. The Doctor handed it to her, and continued.

"She also sent a message, asking for help," the Doctor explained while Bershanskaya studied the map.

"Hmm," Bershanskaya hummed, handing the map back. "Doctor, this is... odd, but I am entitled to believe that this 'call' is just a prank. Like I said, there is no way for O.C.T.A.V.I.A to be self-aware."

"Why not?" the Doctor asked her, surprising both Bershanskaya and his group. "That is how programs, especially like that, are designed right? With A.I?"

Bershanskaya raised an eyebrow. "How O.C.T.A.V.I.A works, Doctor, is a closely guarded government secret. I'm not going to just give it away."

Bershanskaya stood up, and started shooing the Doctor and his companions, and Sherlock to the door. "Now, that is the only time I have so if you don't leave-."

"Hold on!" John shouted. "What about that time, a little bit ago, where she cleared everyone out of the building to get us in?"

Bershanskaya paused, and all the violet seemed to drain from her face, making it hard to see her expression. "O.C.T.A.V.I.A did that?"

"Yes," Amy told her. "And then she talked to us!"

Bershanskaya shook her head and shoved them out.

"Goodbye! If you come back I'll shoot you!"