Belle looked at the doctor shocked. She was enraged but Blake took it simply. "It's ok; I just thought..." Belle interrupter him and walked up and slapped the doctor. "You can yell at me, feed me to carnivorous flowers, tell me I'm ugly or even take my house. I don't care; but when it comes to this, to other people's lives, I do. You will help them, or I walk." The doctor's expression didn't change as he talked. "What makes you think I care whether or not you walk; what makes you think I care at all." Belle walked up to him and whispered in his ear "Because if you didn't you wouldn't have brought me here." And with that she walked down and walked out the doors. Blake looked up at the doctor and smiled. "I like her." The doctor looked at him and laughed, "She is something isn't she; she's....different." With that he stepped down but heard a sound of a clash and then a yell. It was Belle; he knew that voice by now. He started to run toward the door but Blake grabbed him and held him back. "You can't go out there mate; they're King Spade's soldiers. They'll kill you on the spot. It's only her right now so they'll take her to the king to see his reign in judgment. You won't do her any good dead." The doctor loosened up and so did Blake. He was right; he had to be crafty about this. As soon as he thought it he knew what to do. "Blake do you know where the Spade's castle is?" Blake nodded his head and walked over to the doors to peak out, the soldiers were all gone. "What's your plan man?" The doctor walked over to the thrown and grabbed the dress; throwing it over his shoulders and walking back down to the doors, sonic screwdriver in hand, ready. "We're going to visit the King; I have a bone to pick with him." Blake looked confused and then realized he had the dress. "What about that?" The doctor shrugged his shoulders and replied, "It's pretty, and I like pretty things." Blake left it at that and opened the doors. They walked out and down the road. Soon they would be at Spade castle, and the doctor would save the world, again.

Belle was thrown over the back end of a horse. She didn't know where she was going but she knew it wasn't good. Of course my big mouth had to fight with him just them, he won't even think twice about coming for me. I'm as good as gone...With that thought she started to cry. It felt like she cried forever before they reached their destination. They picked her up and she lay limp in their arms. She didn't care anymore; it was as best a fit for her as any. Then she was thrown to the grown and whatever was on her head was taken off. She looked up to see a man in all black. He wore a crown made out of gold and rings on each one of his fingers. He stood up and walked around her. She felt so insecure; this man was judging her by her looks. He was tall and blonde; she looked at his eyes but at the moment they were black. Very strange, he looked to be a blue eyed boy, man actually. He did look young though to be a king. "What's your name?" Belle looked up and the man stood before her, helping her off the ground. "Belle, Belle Washburn." The kind nodded and turned around to sit back in his throne. "Who are you?" The king raised his eyebrows, and waved his guards away. When they were all gone he stood back up and walked to in front of her again. "I am the King of Spades, the ruler of Wonderland. The real question is who are you? You obviously don't belong here, and you don't look of normal origin." Belle cocked her head, was he insulting her? "Normal origin? This place is by far not normal. And I already told you who I am. My names Belle; I'm from New York?" The king looked at her still confused, "New York? Ya know the city of lights, the big apple?" He placed his hands behind his back. "The Big Apple? Apples don't tend to be very large; not large enough to live in that it." Belle shook her head and went to elaborate more but decided best not to; he wouldn't understand if it was right in front of him. "I'm form very far away, and I'd like to get home so if you would please?" Belle showed the guy the rope tied around her hands; asking him to untie her. He shook his head; then waked to the other side of the room. "I'm afraid there is no leaving Wonderland Belle. For you are stuck here; but please don't fret, the wedding will be here shortly." Belle nodded until he got to the wedding part. "I'm sorry did you say wedding?" The kind looked around the room as if looking for the lost word and then turned to her again. "Why yes I believe I did; we are to be married at once. I have decided, you shall make a lovely wife, and a beautiful queen, Belle, queen of wonderland." Belle shook her head so hard she thought it would fall off. "No, no, no, no, no. There's been a mistake see I'm...." The king turned to look at her surprised. "Are you already taken; has someone already deflowered you?" Belle's eyes got wide with disgust. "Ewe stop, yes I'm taken, there we can't get married. Sorry, I guess I'll just be on my way." Belle started to walk toward the King but he stopped her from walking out the doors. "I am sorry to hear that; it is a shame you must go to waste. GUARDS!" With that the knights came back in and grabbed Belle. "What is this?" The king walked to where his guards held Belle. "If we cannot marry you are of no use to me. You will be beheaded at once." Belle's eyes got wide with fear, the king seen this and smiled. "Off with her head!" Belle kicked and screamed before she knew what she had to do. "I lied! I'm not taken; I'll marry you! Just don't kill me!" The king shooed is soldiers away again and looked Belle over. "You are not taken?" Belle shook her head slowly and rose to her feet. When she went to answer with words, someone had already answered for her.

"She's taken alright your majesty; by me." Belle and the king looked over at the doctor in the corner of the room sitting in the king's throne. Belle smiled as wide as she could. She didn't think he would come; he proved her wrong. "You came," she breathed out. She winked at her and got off the throne and made his way over to the king. "I've heard you have been a very bad king lately; I think a little visit from some past memories will help you out." The doctor put his forehead to the kings and it looked brutal, whatever he was doing, they both were wincing. When the doctor was done the king's eyes were wide with fear. He looked at the doctor and took a step back. "Who are you?" The king looked him over and over again. As if rechecking for something. "I'm the doctor, and you my friend, are not the king." Just then out of the corner of my eye I saw a floating dress. It was almost as if a ghost was wearing it. The doctor smiled and then looked at the king. "If you are the king then what is that?" The king's eyes grew outraged, as if everything had made since to him at that moment. "That; is my sisters gown." The doctor got up and looked the king in the eyes again. "Look again, that's your sister; her living ghost to haunt you." The kinged laughed and went to sit on his own throne. "I'm afraid you are mistaken doctor, my sister is dead, you should know; you killed her." Belle's eyes glanced at the doctor, that couldn't be true. He didn't look at her as he responded to the King. "How do you know that?" The king's laughter bellowed throughout the room, it felt evil; almost disturbing but yet, hurt. "Because doctor, you stabbed ME, right here in my heart," He motioned with his fingers an X over his heart, "You stabbed me, the queen of hearts in the heart and then walked away like nothing in the world mattered." The doctor's face grew pale; it was obvious he had no idea. The brilliant doctor had no idea that the king of spades was truly the queen of hearts. He also didn't know what was going to happen next; because the doctors plan, failed.