A/N: For my abscence I decided I would give this small interlude, big revelation HenryAnne shippers would love this.

I found this song would fit Katherine and Thomas awkward relation ship.

thanks to those who have reviewed, I greatly appreciate it,

if you haven't you know what to do.

~Val

"Ther curtain's closed, there is no way home ~Love songs they kill me: Cinema Bizarre

~Love songs are killin' me~

"They kill me now"

Ross (Katherine) didn't want to admit to Thomas Boleyn's former self that she felt something (still) for Thomas Moore, their history was old history. It was buried, their former bodies did not matter as much as what they were trying to accomplish.

Fate had given them a second chance if they succeeded in making Henry find his true soulmate.

What was going on right now was the never ending battle of the wills, free will -fate had told her.

Whom Henry would choose shouldn't trouble her; her man had been a bad man to her. He had thrown her away like a rag doll to marry that whore and then he did the same to his Queen. She hated seeing how she was regarded as a protofeminist icon by today's feminists. How could they view that homewrecking slut as their icon? Were they aware how much was the harm she caused to Katheirne and her daughter to get what she wanted?

True women succeeded through other means besides their feminine wiles, that method was only left to sluts.

Thomas or Carl did not agree with Katherine's judgment. He thought the former Princess Dowager was being clouded by her silly feelings towards her daughter and that stiff lawyer -Moore.

"The Curtain is closed ...

this case is a mess, the one has gone"

Thomas wanted to understand men's nature to care.

"Train to attack, watch all black

I never thought they'd get me"

Here was Henry VIII walking in Mike Cutter's body being escorted by his daughter's new reeincarnation, Alexandra Cabbot. He was smiling at her, he was being a true gentleman.

In their time and place His Majesty would have never showed such weakness to another peer, much less to the daughter of a commoner. Henry was used to getting what he wanted, but that was another time. This Henry [he was reminded] was not a King anymore, he was a man who worked for the law and served the people. Like his daughter his life was dedicated for the people, but beneath all that bull he was now, Henry remained unchanged on one thing: winning.

His Majesty was a victory fan not a loosing man.

His daughter was the same, everything she wanted she would get and her opinions (she would say to her ladies) you would like them; one way or the other their way always succeeded, but the King had bested Anne when he decided she was no longer worth the wait for his desired male heir.

He couldn't believe he got one from that pale girl Seymour. Life was full of surprises.

With a broad, theatrical and teasing bow of his head, he made his daughter's new form laugh. Anne or Alexandra yearned to break free of her nightmares, and the only way she could was to remember who she really was.

He told Katherine his daughter would dazzle the lion's heart one more time, it was only natural. She didn't posses the same dark looks or alluring hooks that had first captured the King's soul when he set eyes on her.

Mary never had the same beauty as Anne. She was pretty and well natured, but her beauty was plain as all English Roses that floated around in Court, his daughter's words. Anne was a mature woman, he would have been proud to call her his heir if she had been born a man.

"Love songs they kill me"

It occurred to Henry, when he and Alex took a ride in his car to his appartment that Connie might have liked their company.

He was always shy when it came to tell Connie about his feelings for her.

What would Connie want to do with a man like him? He asked himself. He was definetly not her type.

Alex said to Mike they had to analyze the case files from both of their cases to see if they could find any missing link between the murders and Jack's shooter.

"These tainted words made to hurt"

Cutter could not form a link between Jack's shooter and the victims. The bullets were of different caliber as the MO.

"Any luck?" She asked.

Cutter shook his head. He didn't second guess what was bugging his subconscience: why hadn't he asked Connie instead to his appartment instead of Cabbot? She was his partner after all; she would have dealt this situation better with him than Alex from SVU.

It occurred to Alex the same thing regarding Cutter, he might have preferred Rubirosa's company over hers but Connie hadn't seem happy with Cutter asking her. There was something going between those two. It wasn't her business but she wanted to know more about their platonic relationship. Half the people in Homicide and with the DA knew about their tension, it was only a matter of time before either one of them blurted out what they really felt for each other.

"I might have to call a press conference, if that is you aproove. If Jack dies ..."

Cutter cleared his throat cutting her in the middle of her sentence, "Jack is not going to die, and there will be no press conference. Until we find who the possible killer is, no one does nothing without my permission."

During the next hours the time spent on Jack's case led nowhere. Cabbot concluded it would do no good looking at the files for answers, who ever their perp was; he or she had done a good job covering up his tracks.

"Well good time wasted then" Mike said standing up and going to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge. "Want some?" he asked his partner.

"Sure why the hell not" she replied.

He grabbed another one and brought it over to the couch, sitting next to her.

There was a long silence, hardly anything to talk about. Alex should just leave, what was she doing here anyway? She and Cutter clearly didn't see eye to eye on the facts; he was better off with Rubirosa on this.

She decided she was going to leave but all of a sudden a flashback came to her,

It occurred to Nan that she might have liked it just as well if it had been Henry instead who came to her appartments in Greenwich and personally became her escort to the Tower of London.

Anne posed no threat to the Duke of Suffolk and his men. She said that whatever her husband's will was, her duty was to comply without complaint.

She fell to her knees when she arrived to the Tower, she had earlier begged His Grace, Charles Brandon to tell His Majesty of her good will and her willingness to surrender before them. The constable Master Kingston had said he would try make her stay as "comfortable as possible" when she heard this she went into fits of laughter, scaring the constable thinking she'd gone mad. Moments later as it came it went, she told the Constable falling on her knees to please for her sake believe she was innocent and not put her inside. The constable was not convinced by her act, he regarded her as nothing more than a show, "display of good acting".

Her showcase would not work with the man with the heart of ice. He had hardenned his soul for all the prisoner, all traitors to His Majesty that came to the Tower.

Anne Boleyn, soon to be Lady Anne would be no different, she would cause no big impression on his heart.

"Please sir" She begged him one more time, like His Majesty he showed no remorse for pushing her away.

When she was escorted to the Tower, she knew her days were numbered.

Alex gasped recovering from the aftershock of her memory. Why now? Why was she having these awkward flashbacks?

Henry, Elizabeth ... Boleyn, Mary they had all sounded very familiar, and not just from her old history lessons in college, but every name she heard in her dreams brought her closer to the true, and this last flashback ... she remembered now.

Everything.

Cutter looked at her with concern in his eyes. "Alex?"

What Alex did next surprised him.

"What the?" he didn't see that coming. He put his beer down and rubbed his cheek. What is wrong with everyone now?

Alex stood up and trembling from her last memory she shouted at him insults. "You! How could I not see that out of all the men in that Office, it had to be you. You had to be him, it was you all along. I was blind not to see through you back then, as right now!"

Her finger pointed at him, hewas bewildered by her words.

"The signs were there all along?"

"Signs of what? What the hell is going on?"

Their voices dropped. The last proof she needed to make sure he was her husband; Cutter narrowed his eyes and within seconds it was like the world had stopped for them.

"Because I am already dead, and I just cannot bear to hear your words no more"

"You lied to me, you were not who you pretended to be ..." Anne with one shoulder carrying their "daughter" Elizabeth, she grabbed His -no, Mike realized, his- hand and forced him in another desperate attempt to listen,

"Your Majesty ... Henry"

"No it was all a set up, it was all arranged you never loved me!" I did not show her emotion, why would I when I had risked the whole British Isles to please her? What good did she bring me? Like Katherine she only gave me a daughter when she promised me a son!

It was no good to listen to this wench, he had a better maiden, a fair Lady who would never betray him.

Anne was pushed away and she succumbed to the ground crying in hysterics. "For the love of our child Elizabeth"

I turned to her, it was the last time I would ever see her, and I yelled at her with distaste and venom flowing through my voice; it wasn't only directed at her but also at Elizabeth. I took one good look at the little girl. Could she really be mine and not Sir Norris'?

"Leave!"

Cutter returned to the present, apalled by what he had made all of those women he once called his sweethearts go through.

"These tainted words made to hurt, caressed with it's knife,

eating my mind, when will each bind;

I am begging please Lord knows!

This case is a mess.

This one has gone ~

Love song they kill me,

they kill me

love songs are killing me, are killing me right now"

"Anne?" He asked, his mouth open and amazed to see how much she had changed.

"Henry" She confirmed her old voice returning.

A/n: Evil cliffy