Cathry pairing, when Henry drugs Catherine in "Monsters" what if he realized what he's done? What if it turned into Cathry? What if Penelope got what was coming to her? Well guess what we're going to find out.
Rated T for violence
Disclaimer: Nope still don't own Reign, if I did Cathry would have had one of those fairy tale Disney spins where Henry twirls Catherine around while she's all giggly.
Suddenly she felt as though someone had hit her over the head with a frying pan. Her vision started to blur and she vaguely heard Penelope say, "It was poison wasn't it?"
"W…what are you t…talking about?" Catherine stuttered, swaying slightly in her place.
At this Henry spoke up, stupid smirk in his face like he'd just won a contest. She supposed he had, in a way, someone had finally taken a blow to the great and powerful Catherine de Medici, "I wanted to teach you a lesson so I had her put the vial in your wine, you don't look well darling." He drew out the word darling to taunt her.
"Henry…" She whimpered, reaching a tiny shaking hand out to him. Her nimble fingers grazed the back of his hand before she retracted it, paler then before.
Henry turned and Penelope smiled at Catherine, "I wanted to thank you Catherine, for teaching me to think long term." With that the two of them marched over to the bed, to watch her slow spiral into the blackness.
She tried to find her way to the door but everything looked like a blur of orange, red and Henry. Henry was there…no wait that was a dresser, oh wait there…nope never mind that's a wall. She could see him smiling at her, open arms waiting for her to fall into his chest, to breath in the smell of him, have him stroke her hair. Her head was pounding vigorously and her eyelids felt as heavy as metal. Once again she thought she saw him and stumbled forward tripping over her own feet and trying to keep tears at bay. She tripped over something lying on the floor and her Medici form fell to the ground, she was on her hands and knees, unable to hold back tears any longer. Slowly hot tears seeped from her eyes as she found her elbows giving out she knew she must have been putting on quite a show. The pain in her head made her whimper as she clawed the ground aimlessly. She could hear the two of them talking and she prayed he wouldn't take advantage of her any further.
At first Henry thought watching Catherine stumble about like a lost and injured feline would be entertaining, he thought she had it coming to her. He thought that she deserved whatever she'd tried to poison him with, he thought she deserved hell and beyond. Yet from the moment her fingers drifted over his hand he felt amiss but, being the egoistic king he was he ignored it. However when she began to stagger forward in a fruitless attempt to reach the door his heart twanged. Her face was pale and scared even though she probably didn't realize it she looked like she was about to die. Then the thought hit him, was she going to die?! Had he just killed his wife, his queen, his world, for some kitchen servant? Then he heard something, his attention once more turning to his wife, she had now just impacted a wall and was mumbling.
He strained his ears to hear what she was saying, if she was saying anything at all, her foot had temporally gotten stuck under the carpet and Penelope was giggling madly. Suddenly he had an urge to slap the girl beside him yet he was still concentrated on Catherine and although the King could do many great things, multitasking was not one of them. Her foot had come loose at this point but her pointed red shoe lay stray by the carpet, her words filled his ears, gushing in all at once like a tidal wave, "Henry…Henry…please…Henry…I thought
…Henry…don't…hurt…Henry….me…Henry…my head…" She clutched her head in pain.
His heart snapped like a twig underfoot and he sprang from the bed as she collapsed to the ground. She was hunched on the ground so defeated, helpless, beautifully innocent. Penelope stopped laughing to briefly look at him, "Are you going to hurt her?" She asked and he swore he heard hope in her voice.
"No, I'm going to take her." He said, "Go wait in…uh…in the throne room, I'll call you when I'm ready." He said calmly.
"I want to be here when you punish her." She insisted.
"I'm not going to hurt her!" He growled, he could see Catherine shaking and if he hadn't known better he'd have thought her to be crying.
"Tell me you're not going to help her!" The fake Queen gasped.
"She's my wife I will do what I wish with her feeble existence!" He said flicking his hand in her direction, even that caused him pain for he caught another glimpse of her.
"Feeble indeed." Penelope agreed, "Look at her honestly so weak. Vulnerable and useless, small and breakable." She scoffed.
Henry forced his temper down, "Leave me, I'll attend to you later."
She shrugged and waltzed out leaving Henry to hoist Catherine into a slumped standing position. She was still conscious and looking at him with those hazel eyes that could suck you in like the sea and drown you like a whirlpool. His breath caught in his throat when he saw tears still wet and smeared on her cheeks. "Catherine…Catherine I'm so sorry…I…" His words were strangled in his throat as he saw the fear written all over her features.
Suddenly two strong arms had forced her to stand but her legs seemed to be made of jelly and she slumped into the warm embrace. The smell of vanilla and leather filled her nose and she jerked back, with all the sense she had she knew no doubt this was Henry. Fear streamed through her blood and she knew he'd decided to have some fun with her in front of his new Queen. She could hear him saying something but all she could comprehend was her own name. Her instinct made her respond, "Henry…hurt me no…head hurts…poison seer…" She stumbled over her own words.
"What are you talking about?" He said unconsciously quoting her earlier question. All he understood was that her head hurt, poison seer? Hurt me no? Wait did she…did she think he was going to hurt her?
"Catherine hurt you never…never…" She repeated shaking her head. She had to make him believe she hadn't wanted to damage him only protect him.
"I won't hurt you…don't die…" He begged.
"You no die…" She insisted, blackness was seeping into her mind and she was shaking violently.
"Please…" He could feel her trembles, radiating through her body, "I love you, you must know that…I didn't want to kill you it was her! Penelope! I should have listened to you."
"Listen you should have…" She agreed.
"Please, I can't go on without you!" His headaches were gone by merely gazing upon her and he could feel a breathy laugh escape her dry lips.
"Likely not."
"Stay…stay with me…" He lowered her to the ground, still holding onto her as if she was pure light.
"No choice…" Her words were clearing themselves.
"Take my hand…" He said but her eyes were closing, panic rose in his chest and he grasped her tiny freckled hand between his. It was as though she was a small fox, hands so soft and small always so gentle around him. Her sly smile and silent walk, not to mention her fiery waterfall of curls when let loose. He in turn was a bear, his hand able to encase hers with merely two fingers, though sometimes he was too rough. Sometimes he spoke before thinking, sometimes, like now he could see the way she curled up trying to hide her weakness.
"Hold on to me." Her words slapping him out of his trance, gaze once more falling on her serene face. "I'm a little unsteady."
"Catherine what are you…"
"Hold on…hold onto me…I'm a little unsteady…" She gasped.
"Cath…"
"If you love me don't let go…" With that her head lolled back and her lips parted in a sigh as she blacked out.
"CATHERINE!" He almost screamed as he hugged her limp body to his chest, unexpectedly tears formed in his eyes. He thought her to be dead until her soft warm breath brushed his cheek relief flooded his system. She was alive yet so small…so breakable as Penelope had said. What that servant didn't know was small and breakable was defiantly the opposite of his wife. She was small in size but gigantic in power, in love, in everything she ruled everyone and everything. Breakable well…everyone is breakable believe it or not, even Catherine de Medici. The thing about Catherine was that she was already broken beyond repair, her heart was torn and her mind was fractured. He was surprised it was he going mad and not her, if he was her he would have gone mad long ago.
Carefully he stroked her white cheeks, in her pale state her freckles stood out even more. He gently lifted her to lay her down on the bed, she looked like a statue, so still and ghostly. For a moment he just stared at her, there was no cold mask of indifference, no spiteful tone or dagger eyes. She was calm and peaceful, beautiful and sweet, the fourteen-year-old Italian he'd married those many years ago. He almost wished she could stay that soft kind-hearted girl when she woke but he knew she could not. For he had killed that carefree part of her a long time ago and there was nothing he regretted more. After a minute or two more of gazing upon his wife's perfect person he decided it was probably time to get help.
He stood before exiting the room and going in search of Nostradamus, he would know what she'd been poisoned by. Once he reached the physicians chambers he knocked on the door.
Nostradamus opened the door and was clearly shocked to see him, "How may I help you your Majesty?"
"It's Queen Catherine she's been put into some kind of drugged sleep and I figured you could help."
"How did this happen?" He seer asked.
"Well….err…" Henry twiddled his thumbs nervously.
"I see." Nostradamus nodded, "Well, you just need to give her this…" He handed the King a small vial, "I must warn you there may be some side effects, such as dizziness, pains, or slight memory loss."
Henry's eyebrows shot up at the last bit, "Memory loss?!"
"It's possible."
"Good God." Henry left without another word, rushing back to his precious Catherine. He knew this was his fault but he didn't know what he would do if she suffered damage from it.
A/N okay well this is my new Cathry story please tell me what you think and criticism is welcome as well.