Madianna- Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you!

YorkistGirl- It's a very good song. Genesis are a very good band.

Guest- Yes, Loki does have performance issues. Very big issues, actually. Ah, yes, Red Necklace! That's what you mean now, thanks!

Enjoy!

"I just want you all to know that whatever happens here, you will always be my friends," Hal said, squeezing Mercutio and Thor's hands tightly.

"You too, Hal," Thor smiled.

"Yeah, me too," Mercutio nodded.

"We're all friends to the end," Richard said, his arm around Anne's shoulders as she sat up in bed. "No matter what happens."

"Agreed."

"Likewise."

"Of course."

"Good luck guys," Thor said, patting Hal on the back. "I hope that luck is with you all."

"Thanks, Thor," Richard smiled.

The doctor strolled in, a check board in his hands. "Ahh, all ready are we?"

Nods and mumbles answered his question.

"Okay, the test results are in-"

"This is like the Jeremy Kyle Show…" Clarence murmured.

"More like Jerry Springer…" Hal grumbled back.

"And we can safely say that the father of the child is not Edward of Lancaster-"

The whole room (apart from the doctor) let out loud, audible sighs of relief. Anne let out a cry of joy and held her son closer to her.

"And that the father of the child is actually Richard of Gloucester."

Richard's head shot up. He looked at Anne, then down at the baby, and then at everyone else- who all looked shocked.

"What?" Richard gasped.

"Yes, the results state clearly that the father of your son, Miss Neville, is indeed Richard Plantagenet, Duke of Gloucester."

Everyone looked stunned.

Then…

"OH MY GOD! MY LITTLE BROTHER'S A DADDY!" Ned squealed.

"THAT'S SO ADORABLE!" Clarence gushed.

"OH NO! WHO'S GOING TO TELL DAD?!" Edmund yelled. "HE STILL HASN'T GOT OVER THE FACT THAT YOU'RE A DAD, NED!"

"OH F*CK!" Ned cursed. "I'M F*CKING DEAD!"

"YOU'RE F*CKING DEAD?!" Richard retorted. "I'M GOING TO GET MURDERED- AGAIN, LITERALLY- FOR THIS!"

"ALRIGHT, EVERYBODY CALM DOWN!" Tudor yelled. "SHUT THE F*CK UP!"

"SHUT UP, TUDOR!"

"WE'RE DOOMED!"

"YOU'RE DOOMED?! I'M-"

"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" cried the baby in Anne's arms.

"Oh, thanks a lot!" Richard cursed. "Thank you very much, he's awake."

Anne rocked him, shushing him gently with a calm voice, and slowly the crying subsided.

The Gang let out a sigh of relief.

"Come on," Ned said, motioning to the door, "let's go and have a coffee. I need a double shot of caffeine to get through this!"

"Yeah! Me too!" Clarence added, grinning and following his older brother out of the door.

"Me three," Hal smiled.

"Me four!" Thor laughed. "Hey, get it? Me four! Thor!"

"Haha, hilarious…" Tudor rolled his eyes. He stood by the door, but didn't go through it.

"Hey, Henry, aren't you coming?" Mercutio asked, walking past.

Tudor looked surprised at being called by his first name. "Yeah… I'm coming."

He hesitated and looked to Richard, who nodded with cold, serious eyes. Tudor looked to the boy, now sleeping peacefully in his mother's arms, and his eyes remained emotionless as he stood there, hands behind his back.

"By your leave," Tudor said. "I would make sure that you are protected from the Allies."

Richard stood height level from across the room. "Why?" he asked. "Why do you care? You're a Lancastrian."

"But I am not an Ally," Tudor replied, tall and proud. "You would not think that I hate them as much a you do, York? You think I am proud to have them as a part of my royal house?"

"Which is an enemy of mine," Richard retorted.

"The last time I checked, Hal is a Lancastrian, and not a part of the Allies. You are friends with him. And Harry too."

"They are good men."

"And I am not?" There was a twitch in Tudor's jaw, a hardening in his muscles, an iciness in his brown eyes. "Why do you hate me?"

"I do not hate you, Tudor," Richard sighed. "But your stepfather, father and uncle are all a threat to us."

"They are no threat!" Tudor pointed at him in anger. "You are paranoid! They love me as one would love their child. As your brothers, mother and father love you! They are a threat to me, then! You are all a threat to me!"

"Tudor-"

"I will prove you wrong, Richard! We are all the same! You are not a saint! You can do wrong too! I am not a saint or a sinner! York and Lancaster can be the same! I will unite them and prove you wrong!"

He stormed over to the door. "I try to be kind, ensure that your boy is safe from that monster Edouard, and yet you push me away! You Yorks are all the same! YOU HEAR ME?! YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN HIM! YOU WON'T GET MY HELP AGAIN! EVER! YORK AND LANCASTER WILL BE REUNITED, BUT NOT WITH YOU! YOU WILL BE PROBHIBITED FROM OUR JOINING! BANNED! BANISHED! I CAN'T BELIEVE I THOUGHT YOU MY FRIEND! A POSSIBLE ALLY! BUT NO: YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN HIM!"

He slammed the door shut. The baby started wailing again.

"And so I said, 'No, go get them yourself' and he did! I can't believe he fell for it! It was the funniest thing ever and-"

Mercutio and Hal stopped and turned as Tudor stormed past, cursing under his breath.

"Hey Tudor, are you oka-"

"NOT NOW!"

"Oh. Okay then."

They watched as Tudor turned and went down a corridor in large, short angry strides, fists clenched..

"What's wrong with him?" Hal asked.

"Beats me," Mercutio replied. "Want a sip of this Frappuccino?"

"What flavour is it?"

"Strawberry, chocolate and pistachio!"

"Okay!"

Tudor turned and walked down another corridor, and noticed a small girl sitting on a bench crying. He stormed right past.

"Hey!" the girl called out. "Can you help me? I'm lost! I can't find my mother or father!"

"Boohoo!" Tudor snapped, still walking. "Ask someone who gives a damn!"

"PLEASE!"

Tudor sighed, stopped and turned around. The girl still sat there, looking at him with red eyes. "Please help me, Sir."

"Fine. What's your name?"

"Lizzie."

"Lizzie what?"

"Lizzie Plantagenet."

"Ah. You're a part of the large Plan Clan, then?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, what your father's name?"

"Edward."

"Mother's name?"

"Elizabeth."

"Ah, you are a Yorkist?"

"Yes, Sir."

Henry started to turn around again. "Well, then, I'm not needed here."

"Wait! You said you'd help me!"

Tudor stopped again.

"I never said such a thing," he replied.

"Yes, you did! You said 'Fine'".

"…Fine."

Lizzie giggled.. "You're funny, Sir!"

"My name isn't 'Sir'".

"What is it then?"

"Tudor. Henry Tudor."

"Are you a Lancastrian, then?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Tudor frowned. "What?"

Lizzie climbed off of the bench. She walked over to Tudor, looking up at him with wide blue eyes. "I was told that all Lancastrians are evil and ugly: like Prince Edouard."

Tudor's eyes narrowed. He looked down at her. "We are not evil, nor are we ugly."

"My mother said so, but she must be wrong."

"And why is that?"

"Because you don't look evil. Or ugly."

"Unbelievable. The only person besides my mother to tell me that is an 11-year-old girl. I must be truly blessed…"

He rolled his eyes.

"Come on, let's go find your father."

He strolled past her and she let out an annoyed cry and hurried after him.

"Hey! Henry!"

Tudor stopped. "Nor am I called by first name either- apart from you two it seems…" he murmured.

"Wait for me, Henry!"

She ran up alongside him and he turned to look down at her. He raised an eyebrow.

"You're small…" he noted. "But you'll grow."

Lizzie frowned and ran after him as he strolled off again. "Hey! What's that suppose to mean?"

Tudor simply smirked as he continued to walk down the long, white, identical corridors, Lizzie trailing behind him.

"Mr Tudor! Mr Tudor!" Lizzie called.

"Yes?" Henry replied, still walking.

"How old are you?"

"And why does that matter to you?"

"I-I-I just wanted to know, that's all."

"If you must insist, my dear child, I am 15."

"You're in Year 10, then?"

"Yes. Year 11 in September."

"Well, I am 11! I'll be in your school in September!"

"I can hardly contain my joy…"

"We'll see each other between lessons and break, won't we?"

Tudor sighed. He turned around to face her and slowly walked up to her and bent down on his knees so he could properly see her.

"Listen, Lizzie…" he said. "I'm a Lancastrian heir. You're a Yorkist heir-"

"Not anymore..." the blonde haired, blue eyed angelic looking girl interrupted, head hanging in sadness. "Now that my parents have my baby brother, I'm not important anymore. They don't need me now."

Henry's eyes softened in sudden sympathy and empathy for the young girl, and he placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look up at him in surprise.

"I know how you feel, kid. I'm not that different from you either."

"Do your parents ignore you too?"

"No. I don't have a father, just my mollycoddling mother and my uncle. My mother spoils me, but at times, she's very overbearing. It's all too much sometimes. She's always telling me to be friends with certain people and enemies with others. She never lets me make my own choices, fear I get hurt. She means well: I'm her only child and son, and more importantly, a potential heir to the House of Lancaster. I can't have any Yorkist friends."

He stood up sharply.

"Which means that I can't be friends with you, Lizzie, so I'll take you to your father andthen leave you alone forever."

He turned and walked away again.

Lizzie ran after him and took his hand, making him look down at her in shock and surprise.

"Mr Tudor?"

"Yes?"

"I think you're alright. You're nice."

Henry gave her a small smile. "Thank you... That- that means a lot to me."

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and continued to walk down the way he had first come when he had stormed off, but this time there was a smile on his face, which spread further inside than it did outside, and made him feel more confident than he had in a long while…

All because of one 11 year old girl…

And for a while, Henry Tudor properly felt blessed…