A/N: Hi this is Greenfield's. This is No Good Deed, from her favourite musical Wicked, about Anne in the Tower. Any Wicked lover will apparently – I haven't seen it so I don't know - see that some lyrics have been omitted. This is due to their relevance to the show. Please review and I hope you enjoy.

Let his flesh not be torn
Let his blood leave no stain
Though they beat him
Let him feel no pain
Let his bones never break
And however they try
To destroy him
Let him never die,
Let him never die...

Anne Boleyn, once Queen of England, was on her knees in the Tower of London, Bible open on her lap and her lips blurring with the speed of their silent prayer. She had to save George, her beloved brother George, and poor dear Thomas Wyatt who had once loved her so and written her poems, and poor Harry Norris who so adored her...but most of all George. She had to save George. To protect him from every eventuality.

"He cannot die, don't let him die, don't hurt him, keep him safe, keep him safe..." her voice was growing louder in its desperation, and the maids with her were looking at her. She could hear them snickering at her, though she tried to block them out. How dare they laugh at her, when she had been their Queen just two days ago!

Ugh! What good is this chanting?
I don't even know what I'm reading!
I don't even know which trick I ought to try
Where are you?
Already dead or bleeding?
One more disaster I can add to my
Generous supply!

What if they had killed George already? Maybe they had done away with him quickly because he would not speak against her. Maybe she would never see him again.

A sob filled her throat and made her choke on it. Opening her dark eyes, now molten with tears, she picked up the Bible and flung it away until it landed, pages fluttering and crumpled, on the other side of the room. Lady Kingston walked to it and picked it up, looking shocked and scandalised as she tried to restore it to its previous tidiness. Anne would not normally have done such a thing, but she feared that the doubts and terrors that spoke in her head were driving her quite mad. She felt capable of a lot of things when she was scared, always had done.

She wrapped her slender arms about herself, staring out of the window. Oh, how she longed to see his dear face looking up at her from the grounds below, the merry eyes twinkling, the teasing voice as he called to her.

"Come along, Mademoiselle!" he would say, his brotherly pet name for her, "What are you doing up there?"

But things like that did not happen to her. Every time she tried to do something good, all these years she had tried to be a good Queen, and nothing had ever gone right for her! Not since Elizabeth's birth. Nothing.

No good deed goes unpunished
No act of charity goes unresented
No good deed goes unpunished
That's my new creed

My road of good intentions
Led where such roads always lead
No good deed
Goes unpunished!

She remembered seeing a fortune teller when she was at the court of France. This woman claimed to know everything, but she did not tell them about their lives. She had only given them things to think about, little sayings that she said she hoped would caution them from making big mistakes in their lives. Anne and Mary had gone together, and the woman had told Mary that she must remember – 'It is a man's world, and no woman can hope to be anything but a pawn in their games'. But she had said something very different to Anne, two things; first, that 'Pride comes before a fall'; second, that 'No good deed goes unpunished'. It was of this latter saying that Anne thought of in the cold Tower room, and she realised just how much sense that little old soothsayer had made.

One question haunts and hurts
Too much, too much to mention,
Was I really seeking good
Or just seeking attention?
Is that all good deeds are
When looked at with an ice-cold eye?
If that's all good deeds are
Maybe that's the reason why!...

She wondered if, after all, she had just been being vain, letting ambition get the better of her as always. As a girl, and the youngest girl in her family at that, she was used to being overlooked. Then she got to court and she found...she found that she was not meant to be overlooked. Men did not overlook her. She could have power over them – she could have power over everyone, when she really pushed herself.

That was what had motivated her to aim an arrow at the King's heart. But she had fallen in love with him, slowly and suddenly and completely unexpectedly. She would have done anything for him. Still would. But he had fallen out of love with her, and nothing could change that.

Was it because she had chosen to be a Queen that George now rotted in a prison cell? She hadn't meant for that to happen, not her precious baby brother. She had only wanted to change the country, to do good things like promote Reform and build schools and stop the greed of churchmen! She had done those things! So why had it all gone so wrong? Why had it ended like this?

No good deed goes unpunished
All helpful urges should be circumvented
No good deed goes unpunished
Sure, I meant well -
Well, look at what well-meant did:
All right, enough - so be it
So be it, then...
Let all Oz be agreed
I'm wicked through and through
Since I can not succeed
In saving you
I promise no good deed
Will I attempt to do again,
Ever again

"I tried to be good" she whispered, "Oh, I did so try to be good. Maybe my methods weren't always good and Godly, maybe my ambition got the better of me sometimes, but I wanted to help. I wanted to make the country a better place"

The ladies were sniggering at her again. Like she cared about a bunch of peasants like them. Brainless sluts. They couldn't have been Queen of England if they'd tried.

"If they want to think I'm a witch, if they want to think that I hurt the King and slept with a million men including my own brother then so be it. I give up. I don't want the glory anymore. I don't want it. And I don't care what they do to me, I will not do what they ask of me. I won't be good. I tried that. It didn't work. If they hurt my brother, I'll kill them. I'll kill the whole world if it keeps George safe. You won't see me for dust. No good deed goes unpunished. Well, she was right, after all these years. So no more good deeds. No more"

No good deed
Will I do again!