A/N: Multiple Crossover

Based off the sciencie fiction book "threads" where anne and henry are reincarnated in the future and they meet again.

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~Val

"You're not old enough to know how bad the world gets

Obviously Dr. you've never been a thirteen year old girl!" -Virgin Suicides (1999) my favorite movie of all times

~Scene of the Crime

Val Harriet Johnson and Harold Johnson, the dead couple was next to each other holding hands.

"Well" The examiner said, "from what I gather the killer placed them in this lovers' position and then ran to the backdoor of the school gym, and we found traces of dirt on the girl's head. She was bashed with the killer's sneaker."

The Coroner Dr. Warner was interrupted by the two Homicide Detectives, the tallest, Lupo was the first to ask her: "How do you know he was wearing sneakers?"

"Because" She pointed to the dirt and blood prints of the sneakers embedded on the girl's face. "the lines here are sneakers, nike to be exact, my kids wear them, very expensive the new ones on the market."

"But you can never say no to kids right Doc?" The other Detective said.

"Wait a minute" The examiner said, she turned around (carefully) the boy's body, she had noticed something under him. Turning him around the three of them they took notice of a ring. "Why the hell would the perp kill two teens and leave something valuable as this?" Detective Lupo asked mystified by the red jewel encrusted in the golden ring. It wasn't the shiny metal that caught his attention, but the giant red jewel on top, something about that jewel made his mind wonder, it was like he had seen this ring before a long time ago in a far away place.

His partner noticed his awe stare and asked, "Something wrong?"

Cyrus Lupo shook his head. "No, its just ... shiny that's all"

"Yeah, well you aren't going to get it, it will go the crime lab for evidence right?" He asked the Doctor who nodded in response and put the ring inside a plastic bag.

"Mommy"

"Where are you?"

Olivia ran to the little girl's voice. "Sweetie?" She could hear herself saying, but it wasn't her voice she recognized, it was her appereance, that of a haggard old woman. No more than fourty two years old she looked worn over by the wars and the heavy burden of her troublesome Kingdom she had inherited from her brother.

"Mommy?" She kept hearing the same voice from a little girl that was crying for Olivia.

"I am coming" she could hear herself again replying, she ran through dusty old stairs to try and find 'Elizabeth'. When she finally reached her destination, she found a little strawbery golden haired girl crouched near the throne seat. Olivia bent down, dressed in heavy robes that made her look like she had put on curtains. "It's okay sweetie" The climax of their reunion came when she dropped a ring inside the heavy coat of sleeves she was wearing and upon recovering, Olivia put it on her middle finger looking at it with such distaste, like it had been this ring that had caused her all her misery in her past life.

"Why are you sad?"

She looked at the child, now with eyes filled with feelings of hate and resentment she pushed the girl from her arms. "Go back to your mother!"

"Mommy?"

"I am not your mother!"

Olivia woke up in cold sweat. What had this dream meant? And why did the little girl kept calling her mother?

It had been the fifth this month she had dreamed with this little girl, every time she woke up she forgot what she called the girl or why she always pushed her from her side.

The girl would always yell mommy, but in her dream Olivia knew she wasn't her mommy, but maybe the girl wasn't yelling at her mommy because she was her real mother; maybe it was because to this little girl Olivia had been acting as her real mother. Why was she troubling herself with these dreams? They meant nothing, it was probably only her nervous system telling her she needed a break from work.

Whatever it was she tried to placate them. Tomorrow she would need to get back to work, one month vacation had been enough to work off the stress, she should have been fine. But under the same time she had been given the vacation time from Cragen, she had begun to experiment these weird blackouts, memories from long ago and dreams where she never remembered the names or the places she had been in. It was like something out of a sixty's twilight zone episode.

From what she told to Huang, the SVU shrink, he mentioned that these memories or dreams might just be the manifestation of worries, more often he added, they represented a great burden the person had been carrying for a long time.

But what burden?

One Hogan Place

New York District Attorney's Office

1 week later ...

"Hello Connie, Hi to you Mike how are you, very fine"

"Stop the sarcasm Mike" Connie said, rather harshly.

"When are we going to stop fighting?" He asked wearily tossing her the file of their next case.

"Whenever you stop getting us into trouble, if it wasn't because you or Jack convinced me to stay I would have gone out of this place. I am tired of being both your puppet and the janitor that cleans up all your mess!" She cried, turning her back on him she took a seat behind her desk and began looking at the file.

"So what do we got to link John Doe to the murder weapon?" She asked.

"Well there is his print, however his prints are not on the system and he doesn't have a passport but other than that his prints are on there, it is an easy case Connie. We should get a conviction quickly, the shortest one we will ever get"

Connie nodded and put the file aside. "Well that's a relief I can go to sleep with a clean conscience." She said bitterly.

Soon after she began to file the case report she began having a brief flashback (similar to the one she had experienced yesterday in her appartment before getting ready to work) of a rising danger she had felt previously;

"Sir Thomas Moore Your Majesty" The King's chaplain said announcing the visit of his "conscience".

A man in a dark fur coat with equally dark clothing and square black hat appeared before him and bowed his head at the Royal Couple.

There were many Courtiers at Court today, Thomas noticed that the Queen wasn't looking too happy seeing how her husband was eyeing his desired lady Anne Boleyn. How could anyone be after a lady for more than five years escaped both Thomas and Katherine's mind. But today Thomas wasn't here to discuss on Lady Anne or on Katherine's marriage, today he was to speak on behalf of Wolsey who had been imprisoned on charges of treason and corruption.

Henry knowing what the purpose of his vist was led his friend outside the Court Room, he said to Katherine he would be having a stroll in Greenwich gardens alone with Sir Thomas. She was to be the entertainer for the moment.

Katherine took advantage of her husband's abscence from the "whore's" prescence and ordered the musicians to play her favorite tunes instead of French like it was custom when Anne Boleyn was close.

Anne had to smile at the Queen's challenge, if it was Spanish music Katherine wanted then Spanish music she would dance in. She would teach Katherine she could dance every music she wanted, she was after all a Lady of Royal Blood, through her mother's veins she was a descendant from Edward I and she could hold her head up high above any other lady in Court!

But besides her was another Lady, one of Katherine's favorites maids of honor -Mistress Jane Seymour. Unlike attractive and being of provocative beauty like Katherine of Aragon (had been in her prime years of youth) and Anne Boleyn, she was of average English beauty. She posessed no alluring dark eyes, no dark beauty or porcelain, or olive skin that could make men go crazy like the younger Boleyn girl.
Compared to Anne she was even more deserving to be called a commoner, though in her mind she was no commoner. She didn't have an extended education like Anne or her Mistress, the pious and virtous Katherine of Aragon, but she had been in France with the Lady Anne serving under Queen Claude and during there she had learned French and Latin, the former she could speak it fluently.

Soon after Anne had marvelled all the Court with her dance moves, and the Queen as well who looked stunned and hurt at the shock of being bested in her own challenge, left the scene, Jane following behind her. The Seymour and the Boleyn girl locked eyes together and the former gave the olive skin Mistress a smile as if to say 'the games have only begun'

~o~

Scene changes...

Anne Boleyn watched how Jane Seymour trailing behind her to give alms to the poor, before her husband dissapeared, gave him a smile. The same she had given Anne seven years ago now she gave to her husband. "The games have only begun" but now the smile exchange between her husband and she also meant "and now they will soon end"

Both women didn't realize then they were merely tools and the ends from which their families could profit.

The rising had come about on account on Henry when he summoned Jane to his quarters after he had fallen from his horse during the jousting match with Sir Henry Norris. Jane had been paler than usual, she told Henry she didn't want this. Connie was watching from afar the scene develop between the two women: Embarrasment and shock coming from both the Queen and her Lady In Waiting.

But there was Henry as a knight in shining armor to stop his wife from harming his true sweetheart, and Jane with her hurt and saddened looks, Connie could see there was pity in Jane's eyes, maybe it was also sympathy for the doomed Queen.

When the flashback ended, Connie could barely remember the names or places where her mind had been transported, it didn't matter. She looked with discontent at Mike who didn't seem to notice her. He didn't bid her goodbye before she walked out their Office.

He had his own problems to worry about, there was a ring from the scene of the crime the Detectives had recovered, a ring he didn't want to tell Connie because each time he looked at the ring he was reminded of something familiar, it was like he was transported back to a familiar place back in time.

The thought was so ridiculous, Connie would probably just laugh at him.

So it was after Connie left that he pulled the picture of the Ring again. The people gathered around him in his dream had been praising him, calling him the great scholar, the great law enforcer and the great lawyer but when he tried to make out the faces of his praisers he couldn't.