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"Bound to Obey and to Serve" ~Jane Seymour's Motto

(Especial thanks to Dina, thanks sis for the quotes and helping me write the last part of the chapter)

"All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope. All the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect who might be searching for us" ~Daniel Sterm narration in Wonder Years

Beneath the stains of time, the feelings had begun to reappear for Henry and Anne. They could be in different bodies, different jobs, and personalities but their feelings about what had happened remained the same.

You could have it all... he had promised her everything, England, the world. It was all hers, all she had to do was ask and he would give it to her. But the one thing she promised, she could never give. A male heir, a son to carry on with the Tudor legacy. His legacy that was left by his father to carry on after the Battle at Bosworth Field. His grandmother had said all you need is to have a son, anything else doesn't matter.

Now Cutter understood the dreams, his reluctance to tell Connie of his feelings ... everything.

It seemed so surreal to be in the same place with the woman he beheaded, but that (he said to himself) was a long time ago. Those people were long gone, all that remained were hurtful memories of what they had once been. What good it was to dwell in the past? They had a murder case to investigate, and much as he wanted to yell in his old self at the woman (he still felt) had taken everything, he had greater things to worry about.

"Wait, you can't just walk away!" Alexandra cried, her voice sounded as outraged as when Anne had screamed at Henry for flirting with the French's Ambassador's niece and not making a decent effort to start negotiations with the King of France to give his youngest son's hand in marriage with their daughter, the rightful Princess Elizabeth.

She remembered every little thing he put her through in the last days of their marriage. He had said their daughter was nothing more than a mistake, and accused her of witchcraft and incest. The last had been the greatest affront by His Majesty. Witchcraft, adultery she could bear coming from Henry, but of Incest with her brother? Certainly not!

"That was not my, I mean his fault. Alex we have greater things to take care of than dwell in the past, how do we know is even real?"

"I know it's real" she said decisively.

With shaking his head he thought he could disregard the matter altogether but truth was, Mike didn't want to leave his past behind. He wanted to find more.

"This is going to be the death of me" He said rubbing his face.

"It was the death of me Mike Cutter, or should I say Henry Tudor. You really haven't changed you know"

Mike's eyes went wide. "Oh really" he asked in a skeptic tone.

"No, you are still the same arrogant bastard. You hurt more than you help on the prosecution,"

"I work for justice same as you" He cried.

"No, you nail the victims to the wall just so you can get your conviction. For our boss' sake I will work with you on this one, but we do it by the book" Alex firmly said.

He shook his head and gave her a small grin followed by mock laughter, "Oh Alex" he said amused, "you still think this is law school? How much procedures have you and your detectives broken to get rapists convincted"

"That is different! We were working for the victim's sake not just to get a conviction that would make us look good" she defended but Cutter kept on with his mock laughter.

His grin widened as he streched his hand and pointed a guilty finger at her. "I work for the cases too, except my victims half of the time are dead and I do whatever it takes by the law's rules to make sure murderers and scum don't roam the streets of New York. Like it or not Councilor sometimes we have to pull aside our feelings for the victims and do our job to protect the greater good, to protect the people that put us in this Office"

"That was always your favorite phrase: the greater good"

"It had some value, and it still has so you better get off your ass and help me find our perp, I swear after this is over you can ..."

"Can what? Go back because I assure you I damn will go back where I belong" She grabbed all her folders and put them in her bad and walked out of his appartment giving a loud bang when she closed the door.

Cutter, now Henry fully recovered of all of his memories threw his beer accross the living room. "Damn it!" He cried.

It never occurred to him that he would be stuck in this case with the person he hated the most after Cromwell. Where was that traitorous scum Cromwell who had paired him with that horrendous Flander's Mare? He hoped he would never see that bastard again, even reincarnated.

One time was enough; the only good thing he ever brought him was a good argument to break free from Rome.

He went to rub his face again, now with both hands.

Snap out of it, his mind said. You are not Henry, he is long gone. But how could he snap from that man's old self when it was a part of him?
He was Henry.

He was trained to attack and ruin everything he touched!

He had ruined Mary, he had ruined his family, his loves, his wifes ... everything.

"The opposite of loneliness, it's not togetherness. It is intimacy." ~Richard Bach in The Bridge Accross Forever: A Love Story

Rosa turned off her radio. Thomas Boleyn said never to touch his radio, so she had brought on the next day after he had shot Thomas Moore (Jack) her own radio. She didn't like being stuck together with Thomas, he was a mean man. A dishonorable man, her mind whispered to her. Late at night since Fate brought them back, she had been starting these weird conversations with her inner voice, trying to reconnect with the innocence that had formed part of Catalina before her mother had taken her by the hand to witness one of the most violent takeovers of Spain over conquered Moor territory.

Since then, Catalina always yearned to be back to the old days of comfort when she would be a happy kid again.

It was not so, life was never fair to Katherine. She was always someone else, she could never have a defined identity. To some she was Catalina, to others she was the anglo version of her Castillian name ~Katherine, and to other she was just plain and simple Catherine, the wronged wife.

Westminster, the place where she felt had been her home for more than two decades was nothing more than a museum and an aparallel for tourists to see the splendor of the old and current Monarquy. What had happen to the old days when people would bow their heads in respect?

Their time was long gone, she didn't understand why now? Why Henry?

What was so especial about these two women that he had to decide which to pick, and judging by the looks of her former husband coming from his building and getting ready to leave, she saw in his deep blue eyes the burning of desire. She knew this very well. For more than twenty years they had shared a bed together. It was the same hungry desire that had always formed part of the chase; his constant chase after his desired women, she had formed part of it once.

She was scared, as it was because her mission was that he choose only Jane or Anne, there was no other way around fate's commands. It had to be Jane or Anne, nobody else. But he was getting too involved with this woman: Consuela Rubirosa.

Could it be like Carl said: Consuela was very much alike in appereance and personality as his former daughter Anne Boleyn? Could he maybe looking for a second chance, but not trhough Anne, but through an emulation of her older self? That had to be it, there was no other explanation for his attraction towards his partner.

But, since yesterday on a visit from fate's many random ones, she had been told Henry and Anne remembered everything. It was a matter of time, Thomas Boleyn kept saying, when Henry would decide: Jane vs Anne?

The poor man, she really showed him pity for his false hopes; thought that Henry would pick Anne now Alexandra Cabbot. What was so especial about Alexandra Cabbot or Anne's new body? She was no longer a dark beauty, she was just as plain as any former English Rose.

Jane Seymour's new self, now she looked more beautiful than Anne Boleyn's new self.

To get Cutter to pick they would have to act quickly and put Jane in their way.

She clicked the screen of her Iphone. "Thomas" He answered her back with his rough voice, "What do you say Princess?"

"I am not up for your sarcasms, you want Henry to pick then lets move on, have you sent the death threat"

"I have" he responded "but I was enraged not to kill her, I have to say I am surprised we will use her. Funny."

"What is?"

"That," he replied slowly, "she ended up being a lawyer, I would have never thought she would have it in that small brain of hers, but, before I hear your sarcasm dripping with more venom Rosa, I will leave you to follow Cutter."

"The curtain is close now way home" ~Love songs are Killin' me by Cinema Bizarre

This case is a mess, she said to nobody in particular.

She sometimes missed working for Jack McCoy, but those long days of having to deal with his ego and his decissions were long gone. She was happy where she was now, in the middle of cases she could care and work indepently with no control freak boss looking after her every move.

Jamie Ross heard of the latest news. She wished the best, Jack was a good DA, who knew what would happen if they got one on one. She could probably have a hard time going against him, but against his EADA Cutter? That would be a laugh, she said again to no one in particular as she was the only one left in the Office.

Cutter seemed to be a tough SOB, but she had tougher SOBs she worked for, despite what Cutter tried to emulate from McCoy and previous ADAs he could never be McCoy. McCoy was one of a kind, and he pulled through knowing him, in their short time they worked together as partner, he would come out stronger than ever.

"Good luck Jack"

She had decided to leave early. For weeks she could not sleep alright because of those crazy nightmares.

She knew what they meant, and she knew what they were trying to say, but she could not take the same direction as she took years ago when she married that man, or better yet: when her former self married Henry.

"What have I become my sweetest friend,

everyone I know ~goes away in the end"

"And you could have it all, my Empire of dirt

I will let you down: I will make you hurt"

Love songs, and couples that fell in love were a waste of time, that much Jane Seymour's new self learned by now. It was no use dwelling in the past and knowing Henry he probably thought the same. She couldn't believe he was Cutter, but remembering his eyes on the tv screen, it was the same look of arrogance and mistrust that Henry often had.

Jane always thought she was the only one who could understand him, but she was wrong.

He is going to pick Anne or that lovely Anne want to be assistant, Connie Rubirosa. The latter emulated everything Anne was, why shouldn't he pick her?

"I wear this crown of thorns ... upon my liar's chair.

Filled with broken thought I cannot repair

Benath the stains of time, the feelings dissappear.

You are someone else,

I am still right here"

She checked her watch, it was time to go.

Wasting no more time she got on the elevator and patiently waited until she reached the parking lot. She knew what was waiting for her home, another endless night of nightmares and lost memories, but she didn't care. It was better than nothing and having these memories while she was at work.

Whoever fate was, or if fate really existed, he or she was twisted ti bring all of them back together.

It wasn't that Jamie Ross had hardened her heart at the old memories when she had been Jane Seymour; it was the realization of all the pain she would have to go through again to be reunited with her love.

Love, she thought bitterly, it came to the death of me. What good is it now?

"What I have become my sweetest friend"

She got to her car, started to drive and passed the buildings that she thought were London's Westminster and the old villages of the British Isles.

"Everyone I know goes away in the end.

And you could have it all ~my Empire of Dirt,

I will let you down,

I will make you hurt"

Fate was looking from her every day spot surveying Jane Seymour's (Jamie Ross) activities.

It was getting hard for fate to understand human kind. Why couldn't this triangle love be conscious enough to see that one day, maybe not today and certainly not tomorrow (mused Fate) they would have to make the choice? It was inevitable, it was written.

Humans were a mystery to Fate. They yearned to be loved but subconsciously when they got what they wanted, they ccan't help but hurt their loved ones and so it began -a never ending cycle of regret, love, hate and violence.

What really moved human kind for the worst or the best of their abilities was not hatred or desire, but love.

And love alone could heal the old wounds.

Henry needed to see beyond his damn pride the two marvelous women that had been his destiny, Anne and Jane. Each were especial in their own way, but Henry's flaws always drove them appart.

"If I could start again, a million miles away

I would keep myself, I would find a way" ~Hurt by Johnny Cash

Fate sighed, she should know better than to pass judgment. Her own creations were her own flaws, but she had nothing better to do than observe and judge.

A/N: AU, Jamie Ross had been Jack McCoy's partner when he was EADA after his first assistant in the post (Claire Kincaid) died in a car crash with a former Homicide detective (Briscoe). I am changing some of the profile regarding Jamie Ross and what happened to her after Jack McCoy so yes she is Jane.

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