Chapter 11 Final Chapter

Nothing happened.

The Doctor's emotionless face did not stir. Donna shook the screwdriver desperately, but the blue light merely buzzed.

"DO SOMETHING!" Donna yelled, glaring down at the screwdriver and bobbing on the spot anxiously.

And then it happened. A screaming grey mass burst through the wall to the left of Donna and soared forwards, gradually diving down towards the stupefied Doctor.

Apparently coming in to land, the Grey Land swooped across the floor and crammed herself into the Time Lord's mouth, vanishing between his lips.

Donna collapsed into a chair, breathing heavily. Everything went quiet.

Henry VIII was scrabbling on his hands and knees, crying with fury as he struggled to get to his feet. "Help me, girl!" he barked at Donna.

"There's something important happening! Help yourself!" Donna hissed, and she turned to face the Doctor again. Henry snorted and muttered insults under his breath.

Suddenly the Doctor's face lit up, and two balls off light spun out of his open mouth. They seemed to be rolling around each other, fighting each other. The brawling mass crashed up to the ceiling, lighting up the entire hall, and Donna leapt forwards as the Doctor collapsed onto the floor.

"D-Donna.." the Doctor said distantly. "What-what happened?"

Donna grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed it tightly, smiling with relief. "Nothing, luckily!"

"What are they doing?" the Doctor said, sitting up abruptly and pointing upwards.

"Having a bit of a sumo match I think, but that grey thing saved you, Doctor. It saved you. That spirit alien thing tried to possess you, and the grey mass thing appeared and, and did that!" Donna's face was glowing.

"Seriously?…..They're going to destroy each other!" the Time Lord said urgently, but he was secretly smiling.

High above, the duelling spirits spat threats at one another as they continued to fight.

YOU-ARE-WEAK! The alien spirit breathed.

I have the heart of a thousand thorns! The Grey Lady, Anne Boleyn, replied.

I stole your body! I stole your very life! I was invincible inside you!

Anne inhaled a ghostly laugh. It's time for you to leave…

And the alien mass, completely forgetting his unaided soul, shrieked and exploded in a shower of sparks. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The Grey Lady hung in midair, victorious. And then she heard a voice in the back of her mind, a sympathetic, gentle voice that gave her one very clear instruction.

It's time for you to go home. And Anne Boleyn knew it was the mysterious Doctor speaking.

It was the following morning. The Doctor and Donna, exhausted from the previous day's excursions, were back in the TARDIS and spinning through time and space once more.

"I'm glad everything got sorted out in the end," Donna said happily, leaning against a screen of buttons with her arms folded contentedly.

The Doctor appeared from behind a corner and looked at his companion with a mixture of relief and sadness. "Yes, but you see Donna, not all adventures finish happily, not in the end."

Donna looked puzzled. "But this one did! Right?"

"Come with me," the Doctor said, and he took Donna's hand and led her out of the TARDIS door. They were standing in a shadowy courtyard, and coming towards them was a party dressed in black.

Standing with her head hung down in the middle of the group was Anne Boleyn.

"Anne was beheaded because of that incident, Donna. Henry condemned her to death because of the events we witnessed yesterday. I can't say as I blame him really, what with the knife and all, but he put an innocent woman to death."

Donna shook her head in disbelief and watched as the mournful party disappeared into the gruesome depths of the Tower of London.

"Is this it for her, then?" she asked, her eyes welling with tears. "Is this when she's…."

The Doctor nodded solemnly. Donna wiped away the tears and turned to face the Doctor. "I think I've seen enough. Come on then, Doctor, where are you going to take me next?"

The Time Lord put a hand on Donna's shoulder. "Are you ok?"

Donna nodded, and, together they walked back through the doors of the TARDIS. The engines revved with energy, and soon the police box had disappeared…..

Authors Note: This story is dedicated to the memory of Anne Boleyn, who was beheaded in 1536, the year this story is set in.

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