Here we are - last phase of this chapter. Thanks for sticking with me as I try to balance all this and my work -but exams are nearly over so I'll be free to update whenever I want then! Enjoy :)

'What?' The Doctor demanded. 'What is it?'

'It's an Apple, Doctor. An Apple of Eden.'

'An Apple of what?'

'A great source of power that's scattered across the world in pieces like this,' Ezio explained. 'It's what the Templars want. Cesare Borgia has one in his possession that was taken from us, and all our efforts have gone into taking it back.'

'And this book…shone, to you?' The Doctor demanded, waving his hands vaguely.

'Si,' Ezio said. 'It almost blinded me.'

The Doctor stared at Ezio a moment before diving to the book, taking the spine in his hand and flicking through its pages frantically. Leonardo saw something, because he cried out.

'What?'

'Go back, go back!' He hissed, taking the book from the Doctor and going back to what he'd spotted, because there, nestled in the pages, was a yellow note. The Doctor plucked it from between the pages, and Leaonrdo and Ezio leant to see what was written there.

"Nice research."

'What does it mean?' Leonardo questioned, but was met with silence. His eyes went from the note to the Doctor, and found that he was staring at it with a blank look.

'…Doctor?'

'No, no, nothing important,' The Doctor stated abruptly, screwing the note up in his fist and tossing it over his shoulder. Leonardo watched it go with a stunned expression, and was about to question it when the Doctor suddenly started reading aloud from the pages that the book had been left open at.

'"The Mystery of the Kalaupapa Healings"'

"Father Damien, a missionary man with his capability to love stretched as far as his faith, fell ill with the very disease he had travelled far to cure. The lepers he had cared for twenty years prior sought and prayed for a cure for him, but none would come. Not even Masanao Goto, a Japanese leprologist and Father Damien's best friend could save him, and could only relieve his crippling symptoms. Terrified that his work for the lepers would never be complete after his death, Father Damien prayed for a revelation.

And one came, when all seemed lost. Two angels, one in white and one in black, came to Father Damien on his death bed, and gave him an object. It was a sphere in shape, with intricate symbols carved into its strange, wonderful metal, and when Father Damien took it into his hands, he was met with peace and freedom from his pain. The angels told him to go to his congregation, and cure them with the object that they had brought him. Father Damien did this, and his people were cured. The angels told him to keep the object safe, and tell no one of its existence. Father Damien did as the angels told him, and no one knew of the sphere, not until he died a man at peace with himself and God. He told Masano of the sphere in a letter he left to his friend, and requested that it be buried with him. Masano did as his friend had wished, and to this day it remains with Father Damien in his final resting place, forever with the peace the angels bought."

'Doctor, do you see…?' Leonardo murmured when the Doctor had finished, tapping the page with his finger – the words final resting place had been underlined with a crude hand. 'What do you think it means?'

The Doctor didn't answer immediately. He had a peculiar look on his face, and Ezio had his suspicions that he knew exactly what was going on – who had left the note in the book for Ezio to find. The Doctor looked angry and sad at the same time.

'It means that something's gone very, very wrong.'

And that was when they heard the sound of boots outside the door. At once, Leonardo grabbed the torch off of the table, and fumbled to switch it off. They were plunged into darkness at once, and Ezio guided him and the Doctor gently into the shadows as the door opened wide and shut again. The Doctor could feel the shelves pressing into his back, and could just make out Ezio's face in the dark. He had no problem in assuming that his eyes had turned golden.

Everything was silent for a moment, and then the boots started up again – walking right towards them. A torch was switched on, a radio crackled and was abruptly silenced with a beep. The beam of light was what they saw first, and the security guard followed after. He shone the torch on the desk that had clearly just been in use – the book was still open. Clipping his torch onto his shoulder, he picked up the book and flicked through it, frowning slightly, as if it could tell him something. After a while, he set it down again, and his hand covered the radio on his shoulder.

'Guard SC45. There's something down here.'

'Your location?' The radio asked him.

As the guard rattled off precisely where he was in the archives, the Doctor felt Eizo tense beside him before his hidden blade whispered gently as it was released. The guard's head snapped up at once, and he stared directly into their spot. The radio remained silent for a moment before it crackled.

'Tom? You alright, mate?'

The guard didn't reply. Ezio tensed again as the guard moved straight towards them, and the Doctor was shouting at him when he started moving.

'DON'T KILL HIM – '

Too late. The guard had only time to scream for a second when Ezio leapt from the dark, knocking him onto his back. The Doctor saw his arm move backwards, as if to stab him in the throat, and the guard went limp under him. Horrified, the Doctor seized Ezio's arm and attempted to drag him back.

'Nobody dies, do you understand me? Not here, not an innocent!' The Doctor shouted, throwing a finger down at the limp guard. He started at Ezio, who stared nonchalantly back at him.

'I know.' He replied.

'You know?'

'I do. You were right. An innocent.' Ezio stated, and then motioned at the guard. The Doctor looked, and realised he'd been very wrong. The guard wasn't dead at all. Unconscious, certainly, but not dead. The Doctor could see him breathing, and there wasn't a scratch on him.

'How did you – '

'It was fear. Despite the murderous intent on my face, I had my hand cradled around the back of his head so he would not hit it as he fell.' Ezio explained simply. 'This man did not ask to be here, but it was fate who put him there. It is against my Creed to kill the innocent.'

The Doctor seemed stupefied for a moment as he struggled to understand. Failing to, or something close, he straightened his bowtie nervously and shot Ezio a reproachful look.

'Yes well,' he said. 'A heads up would've been nice.'

'Tom? Tom?'

The guard's radio was very much conscious, and all three heads swivelled towards it.

'Tom? Shit, somebody get down there!'

'Ah, think it's best if we go.' The Doctor said.

'Agreed.'

Leonardo was the one to snatch the book from the table as Ezio readied himself for a fight. A few knives went into the belt that Amy had provided him with five centuries ago, and his satchel remained at his side in easy reach. By this time, alarm bells were ringing outside, and they could already hear shouting coming from everywhere. Without a word, they took off, allowing Ezio to lead the way as they raced towards the door. They barrelled back outside into the corridor, and were confronted with a whole army of security guards, roaring at them as they charged towards them.

'RUN!' Ezio shouted at Leonardo and Ezio, who took off, carrying the book with them. Ezio's hand went into his satchel, found a smoke bomb, and threw it down the corridor. It exploded on impact, filling the corridor with thick black smoke in a matter of seconds. The guards began to cough and trip over each other as the most of them were forced to stop, but a number forced themselves through and charged at Ezio again, who was already long gone and was running towards the stairs. He was half way up them when they caught up, swiping at his legs with batons and shields. Grimacing, Ezio wheeled around, and, grabbing the rails on the stairs with each hand, lifted himself up and booted the nearest shield. The effect was instantaneous - the guards roared as those in front toppled into those behind, and by the time they had righted themselves Ezio was running out of the door, slamming it shut behind him. The Doctor and Leonardo were waiting for him, and the Doctor was slamming the door shut and locking it when Ezio shouted at him again.

'RUN! GO!'

The Doctor and Leonardo took off, Ezio close behind. They were in the lobby and had almost made it when a bullet ricocheted off of a pillar, and everybody ducked instantly – there was a gunman on the balcony surrounding the lobby, and he was taking a few shots. Reacting purely on instinct, Ezio took a knife from his belt and threw it upwards –he was a better shot, and got the gunman on the leg. He howled as he went down, and his gun spun off from the balcony and into the air. Watching it keenly, Ezio ran straight up to the desk he had stood in front of hours before, jumped nimbly onto it and then he was up in the air, reaching out and snatching the gun before landing in a roll. The gun was different to the ones he was used to, but all guns were essentially the same, weren't they? You point and shoot. So that's what Ezio did – when the guards he had delayed on the stairs made it through the lobby doors, he turned and fired into the glass above their heads. It shattered at once and rained shards of glass upon them all, and they were roaring in agony as the Doctor threw out the sonic screwdriver and unlocked the doors. They were flung wide open, and the light and alarms of the museum poured outside. Ignoring anything, they ran straight towards the TARDIS. Leonardo was puffing, lagging behind, and the guards were catching up with them when Ezio hung back to grab his friend's arm.

'Come on!' He yelled, near enough dragging Leonardo along. 'We're almost there!'

The Doctor held out his hand, and clicked his fingers once – the TARDIS doors flew open, and he hung back as Ezio and Leonardo barrelled inside.

'Doctor, hurry!' Ezio called over his shoulder. The Doctor threw himself inside at a similar speed – but not fast enough to miss the yellow note that had been stuck to the door of the TARDIS. The Doctor wheeled back to snatch it off the wood, and was reading it when the guards from the museum caught up with them - he yelped when Ezio seized him by his front and yanked him inside, throwing him away and slamming the doors. Ezio moved swiftly to lock them, and shouted: 'Doctor - !'

'Yes! Right! Daring escape – got it!' the Doctor responded, screwing up the note and throwing it over his shoulder as he ran up to the console. Ezio ran up after him, ignoring it, but Leonardo picked it up and unfurled it again, frowning at what he found written on it.

'Doctor, these are –'

The TARDIS lurched sharply as it took off, and Leonardo was knocked off his feet. The TARDIS turned around him before his head cracked against the metal floor, and he heard Ezio shout his name before everything went a very instant sort of black.

Huzzah, some more plot! I've never written anything so intricate and detailed in plot before, so I can't wait to find out what you guys think of it. More to come soon - please review! :)