AN: Sorry for the delay! My laptop was MIA for a few days so I couldn't post.

" How is she?" Henry asked his personal physician anxiously.

Dr Butts checked Anne's forehead anxiously.

She was hot and sweating profusely.

" I am afraid she has worsened Your Majesty."

Henry waved him away and sat down beside Anne holding his head in his hands.

He did not understand it.

Katharine had said that Anne had regained consciousness briefly and she had seemed slightly better as they travelled back from the More but now she was worse.

Dr Butts had tried every potion and powder known to man and Henry had even used his own personal remedy, but to no avail.

Anne was dying.

After a few minutes an idea struck him.

Katharine had helped Anne before. Maybe she could again?

Henry knew it was his only hope.

Katharine was Anne's only hope.

Henry stood as soon as Katharine entered the room.

" Well?" he demanded.

" Can you help her?"

"Perhaps." Katharine said.

She shook her head as she approached the bed where Anne was still unconscious.

"Henry, you should know better than this!" she chastised him.

"How often have I told you that these homemade so-called remedies do not work?"

Henry blushed despite himself.

"Just help her!"

"Why?" Katharine questioned him calmly.

"Why should I help the woman who has caused me nothing but misery and taken everything from me? She has threatened the life of my daughter. Our daughter on many occasions. She despises me and I am told she wants you to send Mary and I to the scaffold and you want me to help her? Well I shall not. Let your physicians deal with her, but I will not save her."

Henry was desperate.

"But... but, you helped her before, at the More. You saved her life Katharine!"

"Because I had no choice. I knew if the blame would fall to Mary if she died and I could not allow that. Make no mistake Henry; I care nothing for your whore."

Henry's face turned red.

"You will help her Katharine. Or so help me God I will lock you in the Tower for poisoning the Queen of England- as you have practically admitted to- and send you to the scaffold!"

His eyes bulged alarmingly.

"I would never take a life, even that of a woman whom I despise."

"I AM THE KING OF ENGLAND AND YOU ARE MY WIFE. YOU WILL HELP HER OR I SWEAR TO GOD..." Henry let his threat die off as he realised he had just acknowledged her as his wife.

Katharine smiled triumphantly.

"Henry, I love you, I always have, despite what you have done, and, I am prepared to help Anne, on one condition."

Henry braced himself.

"I want you to admit that you still love me. I want you to admit to me, right here, right now, that I have always been your wife. If you do, no pretending, no falsehoods, just the truth, then I shall help the Lady Anne."

She waited.

Henry took a deep breath.

What was he going to do now?

"Nothing else? And this will never be spoken of outside this room?" he asked cautiously.

Katharine shook her head.

"Then... I still love you Katharine, I always have, and from the moment I saw you arrive from Spain I loved you. You are my wife, according to all of Europe and in my heart; you will most likely always remain so."

"I knew it. And as much as you will deny it to yourself, say to your conscience that it was merely to appease me so that I would help the Lady Anne, you will know that all you said then was the truth. I want you to know that I will not stop fighting for you Henry. For our family. I wanted you to know that."

Henry opened his mouth to protest.

"Now, if you will excuse me, I must tend to the Lady Anne. Your Majesty."

Katharine curtsied respectfully.

"Do not call her that." Was all Henry could think to say as he dutifully left the room.

Katharine just smirked.

They both knew it was the truth.

But it will not change a thing. Katharine shall reside at court permanently, as gratitude for helping Anne and so the Emperor will have no cause for complaint, and once I discover who has poisoned Anne, then Katharine shall be made to take the oath.

Henry ignored the fact that something incredibly dangerous had just happened.

His encounter with Katharine, full of a fire that had not been present for years, had stirred up feelings that he had thought were long since gone.

Henry tried to convince himself that he was not, could not, and would not befalling in love with his wife.

Again.

And this time, even in his own head. He did not correct the fact that he had called Katharine his wife.

Again.

Mary was growing anxious.

Her mother had spent the entire evening nursing Anne much to Chapuys and her dismay. Mary could not believe that her mother would nurse the Harlot back to health, the woman who had caused them so much misery!

Chapuys tried to reassure her that this was just because her mother did not want the King to be suspicious but Mary was still uneasy.

After all, although her mother was now residing at court and therefore much less likely to die in 1536, her mother's expert care may in fact be the downfall of them both. If Anne were to conceive and bring a son to term...

The past would change, and certainly not for the better.

However the voice of Katharine had not spoken in a while and Mary sensed that it was best to let things take their course and interfere only when necessary. Mary longed to ask for her mother's advice on what to do, but, if she told her mother that she was hearing another Katharine's voice within her head, and that she was from the future where she had reigned- and failed- as Queen of England, well, she would be declared insane, perhaps subjected to an exorcism of evil spirits and she would be utterly discounted as an heir to the throne.

She could not allow that to happen.

Anne was awake at last.

At first she thought she was in hell.

Katharine of Aragon was standing over her, still looking every inch the Queen of England, though Anne was loathe to admit it.

"Ah, Lady Anne, you are awake. "

However Anne did not answer as all her energy was currently focussed on the intense pain in his stomach which felt like fire burning in her insides.

"Madam." Dr Butts, came towards them-he had been in the room the entire time Katharine was looking after Anne, ensuring that Katharine could cause her no more harm."

"If you please."

Katharine stood aside so he could attend to Anne.

He looked at her stomach for a moment and frowned.

"Your Majesty, although I cannot inspect you properly, the poison used was a powerful one, if Lady Katharine here- he looked at Katharine apologetically for a moment for using that title- had not nursed you almost continuously, then you would have died, England is in her debt."

Dr Butts cleared his throat.

"I realise that this is an unusual situation, Your Majesty, but I am afraid that due to the poison and the length of time that it spent in your system, it has almost certainly rendered you unable to be with child." Even though Dr Butts did not support Anne, he felt rather sorry for the woman for hearing this in front of her rival, but he could do nothing- after all, he could hardly ask Katharine to leave."

Anne sat up abruptly, making her stomach clench and her head spin.

"Unable to be with child? Are you sure?" she asked Dr Butts urgently. This was literally a matter of life or death.

"Quite sure Madam. However I am certain you will make a full recovery otherwise ." Dr Butts said, as though that would solve everything.

Katharine and Anne immediately locked eyes.

Henry could not find out.

Must not find out.

Or Anne was finished.