After her return to the prison Meg heard arguing between her jailer and an all too familiar voice. Then the owner of said voice sauntered his way into her cell as if he owned the world. It was that moment when she realized why Governor Michael had seemed so failure when she first met him.

"What do you want?" Meg glared at him.

Fergus casually sat in the one chair allotted to her cell. "I want to know how my wife ended up with that red letter on her chest," he informed her, using his walking stick to tap said letter.

"I know it's been a while for you, but shouldn't even you know the answer to that? I guess you really are as old and disgusting as I've always known," Meg gave an obviously false smile.

Fergus leaned forward in his seat, resting his hands on the end of the walking stick that wasn't touching the dirty cell floor. "If I'm so old and disgusting, as you say, then why, might I ask, did you ever marry me?"

"You may not remember how to make a girl's loins all dewy, but I know you remember that."

"Ah, yes. The money. Though, I pray you, did you ever wonder why I would marry the likes of you?" he raised his eyebrows in question.

"Because you're a sick, old man who can't get tail without buying it?" she asked with too much sweetness.

"I assume you're trying to insult me, but no. Not that I thought your pathetic mind could know. The reason was that I wanted to own you. Any man could go find an obedient little wife twice as fair as thou, but I wanted a challenge. To take a fire and put it out until you were my obedient little hand maid. Little bird repeating all the words I would tell you too-"

Meg cut him off with a snort. "You're just quite the romancer, aren't you?"

"Don't interrupt me, you strumpet!" Fergus snapped. "Now, as I was saying, I suppose this letter here is just as much my folly as yours. From the moment we came down the old church steps together, I might have beheld the bale-fire of that scarlet letter blazing at the end of our path. This is what I get for trying to ride an unbroken horse."

"If I've been such a horrible wife then go announce yourself. Go cast me off, for I have wronged thee," the last part the statement was uttered with as much sarcasm as the words could possibly hold.

"Of course not. I don't wish to deal with the shame that comes from a wondering woman. Instead I shall remain here, none knows me, and I can start a life without you. More like, actually, considering the last two years, continue it."

"Good. I don't wish to deal with the shame of the town knowing that my husband was an eel who's great length of dick landed in the personality rather than the physical form," Meg smirked.

"You will shut your mouth, you foolish woman. There is only one word you will utter to me for the rest of your sorry existence, and that is the name of the father of the babe. He hath wronged me and I shall not tolerate it."

"Do what you want with me, you've already established ownership, but I'll never let you near my angel," she stated defiantly."

"That was much more than one word, and yet the word I wanted was not in the bunch," he glowered.

"Go to hell," she smiled.

"Due to the fact that my marriage to you is through, I'm pretty sure I'm leaving it."

"Then take my worst regards. Take them and leave."

"It doesn't matter, you refusing to tell me. Doesn't matter one bit. I'll find that man, be sure of it."

"And then turn him into the town, or kill him?" Meg asked, "I can't tell what fits your petty personality better."

"Neither. I'll let him keep his high position, should he be a man of one, and I'll let him keep his pathetic life too. But I'll own him. Him and his guilty heart will be mine because I have his secret and his whore at my mercy. Good day, what's left of it, Mistress Masters." Fergus leaned his weight against the walking stick in order to stand, then took a step towards the door.

"Fergus," Meg stopped him. "How shall I know the talk is of you if your name is not true?"

"Crowley," he answered. "They'll call me Crowley."

A/N: I said I wasn't sure how close this would stick to the book, and this is the first chapter that really hasn't. I thought this was more IC for Meg and Crowley as a married couple though! XD That just doesn't sound right. I hope you all like my choice of him for the husband though. So please tell me your thoughts on that and their attitudes towards each other! (IC? Didn't work at all? Somewhere in the middle?)

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