Fated
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Picks up in the aftermath of 108. Mary, Francis with a side of Brotherly Bash
Author's Note: This is only my second fic for this show. I hope you guys like it. I'll try to update ASAP
Francis was out of breath as he tried to reach her, but he was too late. He could see her riding off in the distance. In that moment, every fear seemed to have come to fruition. Francis found himself dropping to his knees in agony. He'd opened his heart and in one fell swoop she was gone. A part of him was angry, but mostly he was just broken. He didn't understand.
What did I do? Did I wait too long to open my heart?
Catherine DeMici watched from above with sadness as she witnessed her son's heartbreak. It was what she had feared, but more than that she wanted him alive, even if the cost was Francis's broken heart. He'd get over it. Find another woman to love, but he needed to love. She wished that his fate could be different for she could not have picked a better bride for him and for him to love her as well was a gift. But, they were doomed and she was a mother first and as much as she ached to see her son have love, she wanted to see him live a long life more.
Eventually, Francis picked himself up and went back to his chambers. He wandered around the room and every inch reminded him of Mary.
I am yours and you are mine.
I would die for you.
Just remember no matter what happens I love you.
He remembered how her demeanor changed just before Aylee was found dead. He suspected that Nostradamus had something to do with what had transpired. Francis went straight to the medicine man's quarters. He bowed and said, "My Lord."
"Tell me what you told her. I know you are the reason Mary has left."
"She did what she could to change fate."
Francis grabbed the man by the collar in a fury. "Stop speaking in riddles man and tell me what you told her."
"I told her what I saw."
"What did you see!"
"Your death and your union would be the cause," Nostradamus said.
Francis released the man and prepared to leave. He was so upset that she'd given up on everything they could have over the delusions of a strange man. He had never trusted the man and thought his mother odd for keeping his counsel. Francis was determined to find her and bring her back. He refused to let her go. His mother came in as he prepared a sack with the essentials. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"I'm bringing her back, mother."
Catherine grabbed on to his arms in attempt to stop him from leaving. "Don't go. This is a mistake. She will be your ruin."
"You actually believe the rubbish that man speaks. Don't you get it? I'd rather be dead than to live without her."
Francis finished packing his things and went to the stables. He prepared his horse and rode off through the dark of night to find his love.
Mary and Bash had decided to put up camp deep in the wood. She sat on the blanket that he had laid out for her and looked about. Bash didn't what to say, but there really was the best time to talk about her running away. "Why were you running?"
"I needed to get away. I needed to save him."
"So, you sacrificed your alliance to save Francis? From what?"
"Death."
Bash looked at her quizzically. "Tell me."
"Nostradamus had a premonition that our marriage would be the cause of his death and after what happened with Aylee, I just couldn't let it happen."
"So you ran."
"Yes."
She lay back and tried to get some sleep, but she was simply flooded with memories of her time at court with Francis. They were so happy for such a short time. What she would do to have more time with him, but not at the cost of his life. His life mattered more to her than duty. She didn't know where she was running to or what she'd do. Maybe she could go to a foreign land and pose as a commoner. For she could not return to court nor could she go back to Scotland after shirking her duty.
If I was a boy, just Francis and you were just a girl Mary, I'd tell you that I was yours, Only yours.
I'll pressure you, and listen to you, and argue with you, and love you till the day that I die
A single tear streamed down her face and all she wanted to do was go back to him, but she knew that wasn't possible. Her heart was breaking and there was absolutely nothing she could do to mend it. She barely slept all night and when morning came, Bash handed her a cup of coffee.
"Drink this. After we eat, we're going back."
"What?No, Bash! I can't."
"You can and you will. This is ridiculous. You aren't just causing yourself undue strife, but you are putting lives on the line. Nostradamus has a spotty record. Fate is what you make it Mary. You have choices that are not available to some of us. Don't let fear rule your heart."
"If you won't come with me, I'll go on my own. But, I am not returning to court."
"You're being ridiculous. Do you know how dangerous it is for a woman out in the wood alone nevertheless a nobelwoman?"
Mary gritted her teeth. She knew he was right, but she hated being told what to do. "I'm not going with you."
She was going home to Scotland and if she had to risk the dangers of being a woman travelling alone, she would.
"If you think I'm letting you go off alone you are crazy."
Bash would find a way to send word for his brother.
Francis rode all night. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he had feeling he knew where Mary was headed. If he knew her, she would head to Calais where she'd take a boat back to Scotland. One thing he knew of his Mary is that she'd never abandon her duty as Queen even if she wasn't thinking. By the time it was nightfall, he felt like he'd never reach Mary and the thought made him filled with a feeling of despair. He put up camp and did a small prayer that he'd find her soon. Living her life because of a prophecy was ridiculous. He had fallen asleep with thoughts of being with Mary once again when the sounds of screams coming from the wood woke him. He got up and reached for his weapon and headed towards the noise when he heard whispers and saw Mary and Bash tied together in front of a fire. Francis did the only thing he knew he could he quickly untied them with his sword and attacked one of the men as Bash fought off the others. Mary stood there frightened that something would happen to Francis so she jumped on the man who was about to come up behind him. Francis turned and slit his throat. Once the battle was over and the three of them had a chance to catch their breath Mary finally had the opportunity to ask Francis what he was doing there.
"I came for you. I know about the prophecy. Come back with me Mary."
Mary bit her lip and steeled herself to hurt him once again. "I can't. I won't."
Francis reached for her, his hand gently grazy her face. "Don't let this stupid prophecy change what is right for us, for what is right for our countries."
"I care more for your life. I can find another alliance for Scotland."
"My life isn't worth living if you're not in it,"he pleaded.
Bash coughed and said, "For godsakes listen to the man he's begging."
Mary shook her head, turned and got on her horse and road away. Bash looked at his brother and said, "What are you waiting for?"
"Nothing,"Francis said as he mounted his horse and followed Mary .