Disclaimer: FINALLY, WE HAVE MADE IT INTO THE BURTON FACILITY AND CAPTURED THE FAMED CANDYMAN! We now have him in our possession, but that does not mean he is ours. So we'll just sit here and make him feel at home while we write. Well, as at home as he can be in chains and handcuffs…

A/N: We'd also like to mention that we do not own the song "Broken" by Seether and Amy Lee…it belongs to a big music company somewhere, so don't sue!

Chapter 13- Desperate times call for Desperate Measures:

(3 weeks later)

Willy Wonka sat in the dark of his personal library, staring at the fireplace. For the past three weeks, he'd been unusually quiet, not at all like his normal self. When the Oompa Loompas asked him if he was all right, he mumbled a yes and left the room. He came to the library very often, whenever he could, in fact, and sat in the same chair by the fireplace, his eyes always focused on the patch of carpet in front of him, where she had once kneeled.

He thought back to the day he had let Danika go, replaying the scene in his mind. Willy had been close to tears when he saw the expression on her face when he told her she was free to return home to her life and family. He'd instructed Wendell not to bring her back; he couldn't say goodbye, because that would mean she was really gone and wouldn't likely be coming back.

Digging into his pocket, he found one of the drawings he'd made of her. It was when she had been asleep and he had, for some unknown reason, snuck in to check on her to see how she was doing. His eyes traveled over the picture he had already etched into his brain. She had looked so peaceful, her face relaxed and a small smile on her lips. Suddenly, a song that he'd once heard on the radio popped into his head, and he let the lyrics fall from his lips sadly.

"I wanted you to know, that I love the way you laugh, I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away. I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well; I wanna hold you high and steal your pain. Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome, and I don't feel right when you're gone away. You've gone away…. You don't feel me anymore."

A lone tear streamed down the candy man's face. He couldn't live like this anymore, he just couldn't keep lying to himself, telling himself he was doing fine without Danika's beautiful face and her caring nature. He needed her like he needed air. He wanted her back, but there was no way she'd come back to him. She must be so happy to be away from an isolated chocolatier and his strange behaviors…she was with her family now, and must have forgotten all about him. There was no way she would come back to him.

Taking his hat off and setting it on the table next to him, he plunged his hands into his hair, his gloved fingers massaging his scalp soothingly. Suddenly his head snapped up.

"Or is there?"

Danika opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside, letting her bag slide off her shoulder and onto the floor. Closing the door, she thought back to her Uncle's question that day.

"Danika, are you alright sweetie, you look sick," Uncle Geoff had asked, a worried look on his face when he saw how pale and thin she was.

"Yeah, I'm alright, just a bit under the weather," she had replied, not looking him in the eye. Her uncle had merely shrugged and walked away to return to his work.

For the past three weeks she'd been 'under the weather'. Since Willy Wonka had released her, Nika had been more depressed than ever before in her life. Life had been terrible, she'd been so miserable it made her heart ache. She could hardly focus on her work, and everything that she's once loved, from reading to watching movies, had suddenly become gray and meaningless. Worst of all, every time Nika had walked down the street and caught a glimpse of plum or purple, her heart would race. And whenever she turned around, her heart soaring with hope at possibly seeing a top hat and a cane, she'd only see a stranger.

As though in a trance, Danika walked into her room and flung herself down on her bed. Once situated, she rolled over on her side to see the drawing on her nightstand. Smiling, she sat up and took it in her hands. She'd framed it and put it there so that it was the first thing she saw when she woke up, and the last thing she saw before she fell asleep.

She smiled down at the picture. That night was etched forever into her mind. Every free moment she had during the day, she would replay that night in her mind. Then, remembering the day afterwards in the red-and-purple library, she would get sad all over again. Nika sighed and sat the drawing back down. She had been hurt, when she'd realized that she hadn't been able to say goodbye.

Danika felt tears come to her eyes, but did nothing to stop them. She really couldn't understand why she was feeling so upset. He'd basically kidnapped her, held her prisoner in his tremendous factory against her will…right?

'But he let me go…' she thought. Sighing again, she threw herself back into her pillows. "Why is this effecting me so bad?" she asked aloud, wiping away tears.

Suddenly, a thought filled her head.

"Because I love him." With this realization, she rolled over and cried. She loved him, and now she'd never see him again. Nika hoped it wouldn't always be this bad, but something in her heart told her it would.

Finally she fell asleep, a few tears still rolling down her cheeks.

Willy crept in through the bedroom window of Danika's apartment and looked around the room. He had left the factory soon after his revelation, not a word spoken to anyone, and brought some kind of chemical that was supposed to knock people out. Even though it was the wrong thing to do (by society's standards), Willy had decided to kidnap her. It was a drastic measure, but he couldn't live without her anymore.

As his eyes scanned the room, he saw a picture frame by her bed. Wondering what it was, he made his way over to it and picked it up. It was the picture he had drawn of Danika on the night of their kiss. He'd thought he'd lost it!

'Wendell must have taken it and given it to her,' Willy thought. He set the drawing back down and looked for a place to hide. Opening the closet, he found that the floor was empty. 'Perfect,' he thought.

Just then, he heard the front door being unlocked. Willy hurried to close the door of the closet behind him, trying not to make any noise that would attract attention. Sitting down on the floor, he looked through the small slits in the door to see a very pale, sad looking Danika walk in and fling herself down on her bed.

After a moment she turned towards him and took the picture frame off of her nightstand and look at it for a long time, smiling. Then suddenly her face fell, and she sighed, putting it down. Willy winced; he knew what she was thinking of. He was so stupid! Why did he ever let her go?

'Because you love her,' he thought. When he looked up again, he saw that she was crying. He longed to go to her and comfort her, but he knew he couldn't, he'd have to wait.

"Why is this effecting me so bad?" she said aloud, wiping tears away. Suddenly she stopped and got a far off look. "Because I love him." It was so quiet that he could barely hear it. Danika then rolled over and cried into her pillow.

Willy sat there for moment thinking. Was it really so bad to love him? Or was it that she thought she'd never see him again? He wasn't sure what it was, but when he looked up again, he saw that Danika's body was relaxed in sleep, her rhythmic breathing almost soothing to his ears.

Getting up, he quietly opened the closet door and made his way over to her. Looking down at her, he smiled at the beautiful, peaceful sight and reached down to stroke her hair lightly, brushing a strand out of her face.

"Now all I have to do is wait for it to get dark," he whispered, taking a seat in a nearby chair to wait until evening.

Later in the evening, Danika woke up to a hand gently caressing her hair. She started and felt a weight shift onto the bed behind her. She began to turn her head to see what it was, but a hand held her still. Strangely enough, she felt a sense of security come over her at the familiar touch. Suddenly, she felt a cold rag over her mouth, but still felt relatively calm, and it was that sense of calm that scared her more than anything. She started to struggle, but a light-headed feeling came over her, so she stopped and focused all her energy into trying to keep her eyes open. Just before she fell into a drug-induced sleep, she felt a rubber-clad finger run down her cheek and heard a familiar male voice whisper in her ear.

"I'm sorry."

With Danika thrown over his shoulder, Willy laid a single black rose with a letter addressed to Marian on her bed. The letter held an apology for what he was doing, and why it had to be done. Before he left, he took another quick look around the room. Grabbing the picture frame that held the precious drawing, he bounded out the window, down the fire escape, and down the street to his factory

AN: Hurray for Willy! See, he went after her, isn't that sweet? Ha, that's a pun! Anyway, review and let us know how you like it!