A/N: Really feel bad that I left all of you people down for all this period of time. But what can I say life happens? Dina and me were like crazy not to fail science and political science, and then of course there was lab which was a real bummer because I don't like my lab professor, but I can't tell you why since it will take all day long and I know you want me to stop blabbering and actually start with the chapter ...
So, here it goes and thanks before I forget to everyone who has reviewed, I assure you wont be disappointed.
"Scream"
Henry sped up to see Anne. He was enraged when he heard Cromwell whisper in his ear, his breath ragged and the man seemed beaten like a dog. The Queen has miscarried My Lord. That had been enough. He didn't care if Cromwell was disrespectful. He had only heard the first part of the man's sentence -regarding Anne's miscarriage. The whore had miscarried his son! His son! His precious little boy.
She would pay.
This was grief beyond any insult she had done before.
When she had borne him Elizaebth, he had forgiven her because their child was so precious, so beautiful and she looked so innocent. Every inch of the Princess his firstborn daughter, Mary, had not been. And, his mind added, she was healthy. Unlike Katherine's many miscarriages, Anne's first birth had resulted in a healthy daughter.
If they could have a healthy daughter, he had said to his "wife" that it was a good sign by the Lord that He would bless them with a healthy baby boy. But he was wrong.
One good look at the witch ...
"Your Majesty!" She cried, he could hear no longer, he wanted to get out and start the divorce proceeding. No, his mind suddenly cried, he would not make the bitch pay with a lenient or not a fit punishment at all! She would be made an example to every English subject. Unlike the Spanish witch Katherine of bloody Aragon, Anne had not powerful allies as his brother's wife. She would fall by the neck easily ...
Cutter woke from his nightmare. More like ancient memory, he thought.
It was not fair. Why was he haunted by this selfish man's memories? Hadn't he moved on? Hadn't he proved himself in the eyes of the Higher Courts? The cours of the law and New York's State that he was a capable and fair man of Justice?
He guessed that the Powers that be or whatever sick humor the Great Man upstairs was out there had, was one that had and still to this point, been screwing up his current life. He went to the fridge. He could not have a goodnight sleep since he had gone to see Jamie Ross. She had rejected him, though unlike Alex or Anne, whatever entity's presence was stronger, in a more "civil" and less agressive manner. But it was rejection nonetheless. And then there was Connie of course, she didn't want to talk to him. She was "Civil" like Jamie, but passive agressive like Alex at times. If it had to do to the case she would engage in conversations with Mike, if it didn't have to do with police or Jack at all then she would cease to speak.
He rubbed his eyes. It was three o' clock in the morning. Always three fucking o' clock in the morning. This was getting ridiculous.
He grabbed the beer and drank almost all of it in one large gulp. He sighed deeply. He threw the can, it didn't matter where it land, he just wanted to hear it shatter, somehow evoking a similar situation many years ago when he had realized that all the night would end up the same, alone.
It had been three days since his Master's execution. Cutter could see his old self naked in his Royal bedchamber. He was tossing and turning at all sides violently. Waking and drenched in cold sweat, Henry or rather he, walked to an old piece of furniture that he normally used to toss all his coats, he thought as Henry that for a minute there, was the shadow figure of Sir Thomas Moore coming from the grave to consume his soul or to absolve him of his sins. But then as soon as both old and new self approached, they saw that there was no Sir Thomas.
And it was here Cutter realized that his old self, the King whispered "Three o'clock" the meaning of his nightmares finally became clear.
It was no coincidence that since Jack's attempted murder ... Cutter like Henry had begun tossing and turning in his modest bed. The nightmare of his old mentor figures haunting his dreams, and every night from hereon he would wake up at the same unholy hour
A.N: Sorry for such short chapter but it was meant just to show more of Thomas moore and Henry connection which I know many fans are interested because of what showtime portrayed it as, and I wanted to exploit on that really bad, even though history well it was very different their relation, much more distant than the Tudors showed. Next: Jamie looked at her younger self. She was full of hope, young, supple and yet so naive. How could she be so innocent? So stupid not to have seen the life of misery that would have awaited her being next to that pig, that swine and slob? Yes, Henry might have changed, but Cutter still had that man's eyes and his voice reminded her of him. She couldn't get him out of her head. She couldn't sleep or think in her cases without thinking of Cutter and Henry. She wanted him out of her soul, her life and out of her mind! He had hurt her, he had never forgiven her for the Pilgramage of Grace. And a son! What a laugh that was! Henry had killed her when he said he cared more about his own son than Jane's health, and besides she didn't forget what her "Dear" and cold brother Edward had told her: "His Majesty you better be careful, for I fear that if you keep pushing it Jane he might make you meet the same fate as your predecesors! Already he speaks of the ladies he saw at your wedding" -Henry had regretted their marriage. Had she lived, she would have been too naive, too innocent still and boring for him. Henry was a man who wanted action, fire and danger and Jane did not qualify on any of those for his ideal woman. Neither did Anne though, for that matter. The woman though fiesty and extremely passionate about her sexual relationship with Henry, was too rebellious and vulgar for his taste, Jane felt. If Henry could have fusion Jane and Anne together he might have had the perfect woman, but this was not so. Jamie Ross and Alexandra were very much alike as their old counterparts, and sad to say (though also relieved by it) Henry seemed to have no longer any interest for them. His eyes were now fixates on his Assistant District Attorney -Connie Rubirosa, for she was what Jane and Anne never were and to date would never be. Passive, intelligent, smart, cunning, fiesty and passionate yet reserved and extremely private -a trait Jane and Anne had both failed at, having been women who let their lives be out in the open, all their secrets revealed to their King because they felt that as their Master he had the right to know. (NEXT SCENE SPOILER) Connie looked at Mike's gift. The recepient had left no card, but she knew because of the ragged and very speedy handwriting, it had to be Mike. Connie smiled at the necklace. Pearls, just like she had asked "santa" once for Christmas. Had Mike read her personal file at her blog? More likely he had gone through her records or subpoena them calling on favors from a few judges. She chuckled imagining Mike going to all the effort. Given who he was, he just probably loved the IDEA of who she was, Connie Rubirosa the one who was getting away, not a woman he loved or wanted, just another he yearned like Alex and Jamie's past lives, Anne Boleyn and Jane Seymour respectively. No, she would return this to Mike and make it clear that she was just his partner, his co-worker, equal yet but nothing more. It was time Mike started to get things through that head of his. He pretended to be cold, and most of the times he was, but truth was he was passionate and stubborn son of a bitch who often left his soul in an umbrella stand -for what? So he could win at everything, cases, discussion with Connie, their boss and with the Police. (FINAL SCENE OF SPOILER) Olivia spotted a weird looking guy heading her way. She thought he could be the culprit, so she went for her handgun, but as soon as she was about to pull her glock off the man just went the opposite way. Olivia let her hands rest. She sighed. She was stressed, more than twenty four hours without sleep, she needed some coffee. She headed back to her car when she got the weird sensation she was being followed. Being a cop it was not exagerated to jumpt with these conclusions, especially where she was, sometimes she found going with your gut and feeling could save lives more than waiting for the lab work. She spun around, there was nobody behind her, but then she noticed a strange looking woman like the man who she was about to detain earlier. This woman wasn't strange because of how she dressed, or because of the fact that she was a lone woman in the passenger seat of an old 66 Camaro. It was the way she looked Olivia, almost like the woman knew her.
She could have put this necklace and gaze at it in front of the mirror, but somehow she didn't want to. She had suffered already a heartbreak under her first boss, she wasn't going to go through the same journey with Mike Cutter.