Disclaimer: The plot's mine. I am back from my holidays got back to school, it was exhausting but I got my inspiration again, here you go and I expect reviews the fuel to this story. Review!!!
"We all go back to the Source"
"Now my love ... let me conceive" She said, she let her hand slide her way through his fingers. They had waited for nearly seven years! Now it was the time ... time had been cruel, but no longer.
Henry caressed her fingers ~gently, like they were made of soft fabric, he was afraid he would break her but he promised that he would not be rough.
With Katherine it had only been duty ... with Anne ~it had been much more.
He was complete with her, with every stroke, every thrust, he felt like he was going to heaven and then ... the dream ... was gone when she pulled apart, exhausted; they laid on each other's arms, falling asleep with ease.
That had been in Calais, this was New York. There were no warm feeling, no love, no desire or yearning for her to come back.
Anne Boleyn was a thing of the past, he would do better to get over it, his mind pleaded that if he wanted to go back to normalcy, is what he should do ... forget he was ever in love with that woman, or that he was Henry VIII.
Cutter walked to his toilet, he needed to see for himself if he had his old eyes.
Closing in, he had shut his eyes, he didn't want to look before time. He needed the element of surprise, it was the only thing old that remained with his new self. He was guiding himself to the mirror, though his eyes were shut, through his arms extending forward to make sure he didn't hit himself on the head. When he was sure there was solid object, crystal like (he could feel it, tapping it two times) with his fingers, he let his arms fall on his sides and he openned them.
They were the same eyes ... blue, cold, gray, blue eyes. Cold, unemotional ... just like him.
He was Henry .... "I am the King of England!"
Yes he had been ... but now he was Michael Cutter ~Executive Assistant District Attorney working for Jack McCoy's Office.
Jack ... Jack ... Where have I seen you before?
"Harry ... why use amounts of money to go to war, when you can spend it on the welfare of your people?"
"I intend to be a just ruler Thomas ... I really do, but tell me" Henry paused from his excitement turning serious to his old mentor.
"Was Henry V remembered for the universities or the alms he gave to the poor ... No he was remembered because he won the battle of Agincourt -that battle made him famous Thomas ... it made him Immortal!" Henry cried leaving Sir Thomas to rub his temple.
Henry could tell ~his mentor was wondering whether or not he had taught his student well. But Henry was no longer a pampered Prince, he was a King now and if he wanted his authority to be known, and to be immortalized to future generations, he had to go to war ... and make sure to humiliate Francis by destroying the French.
No, it could not be so easy. Thomas was dead ... just like him, and he wasn't coming back. Anne, Mary, he had been having dreams about all of them, but in none of his dreams did he feel Thomas close to him.
Thomas was a mentor and a stubborn old fool who had caused his own death! That was Henry talking now, Cutter realized. But both his old and new self that were before in conflict after "Anne" or "Alex" left them, agreed that Jack, in no way, shape or form could be Sir Thomas Moore.
Jack was proud, yes much like Thomas; but he lacked the devotion and the fervor to his corrupt religion that had doomed the self proclaimed martyr. Jack was cunning and less passionate than his mentor ... but Jack was Michael Cutter's mentor.
Both had been his mentors, and both had helped him to elevating his career. Thomas with his education about the law of man and God, and staying after night discussing the heavens ... he had been sure He would be prepared for the time when He became King, He was fully prepared.
Jack McCoy after he had been appointed the new DA he had made a bad call putting somebody untrustworthy as his second, deciding it was not too late ~he appointed Cutter. He was a pain in the neck to both Thomas and Jack, on times Henry wanted to yell to his mentor's face that he was a blind fool, but out of respect he never had the guts to do it. With Jack he had shouted, because Jack did not have the same status as Thomas had, but the similitude between their confrontation and late discussions after every law case ... was uncanny.
Only now he realized he wasn't just working to solve the attempted murder of his boss, he was working to solve the would-be-crime of his mentor Sir Thomas Moore.
Rosa watched as her husband, Henry or Cutter sped of in his car. He was without a doubt headed to the hospital. Fate had told Rosa, his ex husband had just found out the truth. He was faster in this time than when he'd been King of England. Always pamepred, always throwing tantrums, and his heirs (sadly in her view point) had not been all that different.
Katherine of Aragon would have knelt before Cutter and tell him to make peace with Mary, all that she suffered for His Majesty to be happy with her, everything she gave up, even now her suffering was greater than all the whores or other children (legitimate or not) he'd had after or before Mary. She wasn't going to do it on this ocassion, but when he finds out about Jane, which she was sure he would, she would kneel in front of him and let him know all that she and her daughter have had suffer because of him.
Fate watched Michael's heart being torn to pieces with the realizations of his two lovers' identities. Jamie Ross and Alexandra Cabbot. The former he hadn't known personally in the present, but seeing her now ~he remembered her all too well and so did she.
By all the universe's power she commanded thanks to Her, the Deity, Empress of all that had been, was and possible would be, fate had willed for Jamie to find Michael Cutter on her way to the hospital ward to see her old boss, Jack McCoy. The reaction had been one of shock and unbelief.
Jamie had been the first to speak, her words unpleasent she begged him to go and never ask of her if that was (she voiced) what his intentions were. Michael Cutter was not taken back by her tone of voice, as if he expected it, he let out a perfectly rehearsed speech to justify his past sins but to his misfortune, it didn't convince Jane Seymour or Jamie Ross, the woman who had now hardened herself to resist her former love's charms and apologies.
Fate wanted Jamie to run, but not the direction of the hospital exit where her car was waiting; but to the arms of a King who had loved, killed, and punished all those who stood in his way of happiness with his Guinevere, his muse.
Anne was the fire, the pasion, but Jane was the control, the reason. Together they made an excellent pair, and more importantly, his daughters were happily reunited with their father thanks to this woman, even if it wasn't only her who acted on their behalf, she was the backbone of the family's union. She was cunning as her predecesor, but she was calmer and silent, she was a careful watcher, never to make the same mistakes of Anne Boleyn or the headstrong Infanta. Jane was the perfect example of the gray line humans walked, and the balance between love and ambition.
But, Henry did not want Jane only, he still yearned for Anne and much to fate's disgrace he now yearned for another. One that was now completely out of his reach ~Connie Rubirosa.