Alright I had this idea for a while and my dear friend Doctor Madwoman begged me to pursue this idea and so here it is. And this story is dedicated to her for pushing this Idea!

A Strong Warning: This story is rated M due to sexual content, graphic material, strong violence, sensitive material and character death if you are expecting a story with a fluffy ending like lets say Anne Boleyn having a boy read no further

Disclaimer: This story is fictional this a product of my imagination and I own none of these characters except for those that did not exist in history.

Taking Over Me

Have you forgotten all I know?

And all we had?

You saw me mourning my love for you

And touched my hand

I knew you loved me then

I believe in you

I'll give up everything just to find you

I have to be with you to live to breathe

You're taking over me

-Taking Over Me-Evanescence

Introduction:

May 30th 1537 Cellar of Kimbelton Castle

Sir Thomas Moore Lord Chancellor and Duke of Pembroke couldn't conceive what was going on. His body was bound to a chair with heavy thick ropes. There were two scarves tied around his face, one covered around his eyes and the other around his mouth. He was stripped of his warm clothing and left in his breeches and thin black undershirt. The room was cold and damp and the only sound that filled his ears was the sound of dripping.

But how did he get here?

The last thing he remembered was he having dinner with Harry, his king and the next thing he knew he was in this dungeon. He suddenly became alarmed. Did they have the king too, was Harry alright? He prayed to god it wasn't so. Suddenly he heard the door creaking open and footsteps walking into the room. The humanist jerked upright in his chair and closed his eyes behind his blindfold. He started mentally praying for his family, his five wonderful children, his stepdaughter and his beloved Katherine. Oh Katherine she was probably worried sick about him. Suddenly a voice called out:

"You know for one of the greatest minds in England you sure are stupid."

His face went white and his mouth became dry (and it wasn't because of the gag). Confused he blinked behind the blindfold.

"Ha-y" He choked out in behind the gag, "it c-nt –e"

It couldn't be. Harry would never hurt him, he loved him, admired him, respect him. Had the king not pardon him from the axe whilst his friend Bishop Fisher was not so lucky? His breath became heavier. This was some dirty trick.

"Oh it is my dear friend and mentor, as it pains me to have to do this to you dear Thomas, I have to, oh let me relieve me of that."

Sir Thomas felt the silk gag tug out pull of his mouth. The lawyer started gasping for air relieved that thing was out of his mouth. Tears of hurt, betrayal and pain poured down his eyes.

"Harry why? After all I have done for you why are you doing this to me?"

Suddenly he felt fingers gripping onto his chin. Then he heard the sound of breathing coming towards him and hitting his ear and then he heard in a whisper:

"Because you have something that belongs to me."

Sir Thomas' eyes became wide once again behind the cloth. It was known that Sir Thomas Moore had indulged in no fancy items. Whilst the men in court wore bright colors, he only wore black. The most expensive items in his home were a few portraits. His office had no tapestries, no expensive paintings, just five simple portraits recently done of each of his five children and his stepdaughter. Above all the most expensive item he had was the gold chain of office he wore around his neck. What could he possibly had that Harry want other than the fact he had a son?

Sir Thomas took a deep breath trying to keep in his composure. Harry was probably drunk. If he reminded Harry how much he helped him over the years, and told him how much this would compromise his position he would be free to go home to his family.

"Harry, I don't know what I can possibly own to have you abduct me and hold me captive, please for the love you have always bared for me let me go, if not for me for your reputation as King, what you are doing it is unnecess-"

He was cut off by a vicious backhand across the face. The impact caused his head to turn sideways. His ears were ringing.

"Do you even know what it is you have that I want?"

He gulped and sat upright even further in the chair, it was his son Harry wanted. Now the King was being irrational, the King couldn't just take another man's son just to have an heir let alone to abduct the father.

"Harry I know you need an heir but you can't just take my John he's the only thing I have left!"

He heard the king's laugh echoing off the dungeon walls. Thomas turned his head away and bit his lip.

"You think this is a question over a heir? HA! Why worry about an heir when my Flanders Mare is carrying my son, whore proved to be some use to me despite her ugliness. If you want to know I will tell you, what I want that you have was something I possessed years ago but I let slip from my fingers and you took it from me."

The moment Harry to describe what he wanted, Sir Thomas Moore felt no fear, no pain, no betrayal, just rage. Because he knew what Harry was talking about. He was talking about Katherine, Thomas' beloved Katherine in such a derogatory way. It was some dirty trick.

Had Harry not been so eager to divorce Katherine in the first place?

"Release me at once Harry whatever joke you are playing on me it is not funny you had your chance with Katherine and you both chose your own paths. Katherine doesn't love you anymore!"

Suddenly Thomas felt the blindfold rip off his eyes. He was glad because he wanted Harry to see the look of anger in his eyes. Harry was giving him his death stare but Thomas did not fear it. In fact the two pairs of eyes contrasting in color, light blue and dark brown did not even blink.

"Harry I am going to ask you again calmly," He said again, "Release me now."

He felt Harry, no not Harry he was no longer worthy of that name, Henry place his hands on his knees. The King brought his face forward. The two men's faces were now so close together their noses were now touching. Thomas was now growling slowly losing composure and control.

"There's only one way out of here Sir Thomas More," Henry said finally blinking, "you let Katherine return to me and you will be free from these bindings."

Thomas gritted his teeth in anger, first the King defiles his Katherine by calling her a possession now Henry expects him to let Katherine return to the monster that he was. Sir Thomas Moore had one answer to that.

"Over my dead body, she doesn't love you, she will never return to you after what you put her through."

Henry laughed at his former mentor and pulled back.

"My dear Sir Thomas that is where you are wrong, you see she does still love me."

Thomas snorted, Henry was nothing right now but deranged, maybe drunk. But Thomas didn't know where Henry got this fantasy from but it was far from the truth. Katherine loved Thomas so much that she would die for him as he would for her. They didn't need words to profess their love only actions. Henry could never break that bond.

"Prove it Your Majesty prove that Katherine still loves you."

Henry pulled up a comfortable chair in front of his dear friend and mentor and sat down crossing his legs in front of him.

"How do I know that Katherine still loves me," Henry said again folding his hands in front of him, "I'll tell you, you see my dear mentor…..it all started the day before that whore Anne Boleyn lost her pretty head….."

And there you have it a AU story that seems completely realistic if you come to think about it. In case you are wondering why Hen is married to AOC and not Jane Seymour you will see in the next chapter. Reviews?