[okay so I know this took forver and I thank eveyone who waited patiently and I promise I will not stop writting this fic until it's done, no matter how long it takes.]

Catherine was pacing her room now. Bash watching as she walked back and fourth.

"There must be a way to get rid of him without Leeza immediately knowing it was me...ahhh, why are the Guises a constant thorn in my side?" she cmplained.

"Calm down and sit so you can think straight." he said, trying to usher her toward a chair.

"Nonsense. I do my best thinking while angry." she explained.

"That explains so much." he said with the tiniest hint of humor. "Come on, sit." She finally did, only she sat on the bed instead of the chair he'd tried to usher her to.

"They hate me. They all hate me. My children loath the site of me. How am I supposed to help them if they hate me?" she said in exasperation.

"I'm sure they don't actually hate you. They are just upset with you. Once we figure this out, I'm sure they are going to forgive you." he said as he sat next to her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. He suddenly had another vision. A new one this time.

[He was lying in his old bed. He couldn't have been more than six years old. He looked terrible. He barely remembered this. He had been deathly ill as a child he knew, but he'd had such high fevers he hadn't remembered much of what had actually happenend during that time. The doctors were hovering about him. He heard one say lowly 'nothing left for us to do' another, 'i doubt he will make it' and 'what shall we tell the king?' He was barely concious. It was odd looking down at himself like this. Not just because he was sick, but because it was the first time he was outside of his own body in a vision. He watched as the doctors all sighed and left the room one at a time. After a moment, when the doctors were all surely gone, the door creaked open carefully again. Surprisingly, it was Catherine who entered the room. She actually looked upset. She slowly sauntered over to his bedside, checking over her shoulder several times to be sure no one else was coming. She sat down on he chair beside the bed and looked him over...then something strange happened...she started to cry.

"I am so sorry." she said as she smoothed his hair back a bit. "This is all my fault." 'Her fault?' Bash wondered. How could his illness be her fault? Had she poisoned him somehow? Poisoning a child seemed low even for Catherine. She wouldn't...would she? "When I said I wished you dead I never meant for this. I take it back. Please, just don't die." she said. She looked up as if speaking to God himself. "Please, he's just a child. It isn't his fault, don't take my vengeance out on him."]

...Bash snapped out of it then. When his eyes finally refocused, the first thing he say was Catherine's worried face once more.

"Are you alright? Was it another vision? It seemed so much worse than the others. What happened?" she asked, looking him over.

"I'm...I'm...fine. It was nothing." he said.

"Another one of those personal visions again was it?" she said getting annoyed and standing back up, as she bagan to pace once more.

"Catherine please, I swear it really isn't important. Please don't be upset. I just..." he bgan as he stood and reached for her arm. The moment he made contact however, he got shot into another vision...that vision...you know which one. Kissing, touching...everything. He pulled back out of it and she was staring at him, still annoyed.

"Yes, I'm sure it wasn't important at all." she said with sarcasm. She could tell by his reactions that these last few visions were stronger, different. And they were. He finally knew now what he should do. She started to walk away from him again.

"Please wait." he said. She stopped and looked back.

"Why? Just so you can lie to me some more. Keep whatever secret your keeping from me, which contrary to what you say, is obviously about me since you can't even look me in the eye afterwards." she asked.

"No...I" he started as he moved closer.

"Then tell me. Tell me what it is your seeing that you don't want to tell me about." she demanded, softly. He looked into her eyes and suddenly he realized, she had been utterly guilt ridden in his vision. She begged God not to let him die. She felt sorrow over nothing but some hurtful words that she somehow blamed herself for...sorrow his mother never felt. She'd had no guilt over murdering innocent children, but here was Catherine, sorry for simply saying terrible words, words she hadn't even meant. She had never blamed him fo his moher's treachery. He knew now that he could truly and honestly forgive her.

"I saw this..." he said as he placed a hand on her cheek, praying he wan't making a huge mistake. He leaned in very slowly, just in case she wanted to stop him. His lips grazed across hers lightly at first. She didn't move. There was no protest so he pressed harder, deepeming the kiss. It took a moment, but she started to respond. She...she was kissing him back. His hand found it's way to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. He felt an arm snake up around his back and his tongue came out to request entry. Entry that was granted immediately. The intesity grew quickly and they pulled apart for air. They looked at each other a moment.

"I..I don't want you to think I only...I mean, I didn't kiss you just because of the vision...I..." he started. She cut him off with another kiss. They started migrating toward the bed and fell onto it when they made contact.

"Are you sure, I mean we are...well us and..." he started.

"Are you sure?" she replied.

"I'm sure that I don't want to stop." he said. And so they didn't.

Yes, I know that is a cruel place to leave off...sorry.