Dolores POV

12/31 8:00 AM , 1500s

He left me with a locket, holding a lock of his hair, a bruised hip, and a crushed confidence.

It was the next morning. Five wasn't back yet, and I was out for blood. I donned the finest black velvet hood and gown I could find in the chambers, straightened myself up, and set out to bust some heads. I wasn't playing games anymore. Last night, I was the vulnerable little girl this nasty king saw fit to take advantage of. But this morning? I was the queen of this castle, the wife of a man who could murder any dang person on earth, and a fire-bringing lady on the verge of burning that man to a crisp, right down to the fluffy red beard.

I marched right out of the chambers, swinging the door wide open, kicking it closed behind me with my foot as I walked away. I kept my head up, my posture perfect, despite the fact that my hip hurt like crap and my whole body felt abused. I wouldn't be showing that. Nobody here was going to know. And when Five does, I fear there might be a cold-blooded slaughter on the horizon. Not that I needed him to do it for me, I could light that man up like a firecracker with a single touch. But Five. He would get to it quicker than me. And considering we were in the medieval times, he had a whole new delicious set of weapons to choose from. Decisions, decisions.

These things flashed through my mind as I walked down through the halls, approaching the King's receiving room. I disregarded the guards as I walked into the doors, and when they tried to barricade me with their long axes, I pushed right through them, and the king let me come in.

'Where is my husband?', I demanded, not bothering with a 'your grace' or any sort of nicety. I was done. Henry smirked at me. I smirked back, and then went right back to a nasty RBF.

'My lady, you must wait to be addressed first before you may speak to the king.', a guard said, who stood at the side corner of the platform he sat on. He kept a straight face.

'I give thou not a single crap, sir.', I answered, letting loose, but keeping with the tone of the times.

'Excuse me?', the queen asked, sitting on the king's side in a separate throne. Catherine of Aragon. A true queen of noble breeding and a compassionate woman, so history has told us. Let's see.

'I apologize, your grace, but your husband has acted upon me in ways which are intolerable to speak of in this company, and I am angered by it.', I answered her, making eye contact directly and not breaking it.

She looked over at her husband with a worried glance.

'Henry? What does this girl speak of, my husband?', she asked, her tone wary.

'I have no idea, Catherine. I haven't spoken to her since she arrived at the palace.'

'That's bull crap and you know it!', I yelled, causing the guards to come at me. Henry waved his hand, a gesture telling them to leave me unharmed and back off.

'I suggest you to calm your temper, Lady Dolores.', the king said, stroking his beard as he made icy eye contact with me. I gave him a death stare.

'Calm my temper, yeah? Ok. You bring me my husband back, right here, right now, and then I'll calm my temper.', I demanded. I didn't fear punishment for my words. I didn't give a crap if he was the king. In my day, he'd already be locked up. I'd have Diego on his sorry tail and he'd be gone for good.

'Lady Dolores, how dare you make commands of your king?', Queen Catherine asked, sounding appalled. I shook my head, looking at the ground. I bit my lip, and then ripped the hood and cap off my head, letting my hair loose. There was a collective gasp throughout the room, yet I stood strong.

'Henry Tudor is not my king.', I said, loud and clear, for everyone to hear. Another collective gasp. The guards came and seized me, and I kept myself upright, confident with a clear conscience. I heard a cry ring out from down the hall. I turned my head to look, facing difficulty because of my restrained arms.

Five.

'Francis!', I yelled out, trying to wriggle myself free from the guard's gasp.

'Dolores! Hang on!', he shouted back. I saw him try to spatial jump away from them a couple of times, grunting in his failure as they dragged him further down the hall and he fought like a wild bull. I fought the guards some more, trying to escape and get loose to him.

He tried to spatial jump again, and it worked this time. He appeared next to me, spatial jumped across the room, and within five seconds he wad reappeared and in his rage, cut off the arms of the guards holding me back. They stood screaming in pain, their arms gone from the elbows down.

Henry jumped up from his throne, and Catherine screamed in horror. He opened his mouth to speak, and nothing came out. Raising a hand slowly, he pointed it out at us.

'Leave this place….. right now or I swear on the graves of England I'll have you both executed before lunchtime.'

'Yeah, you're not getting rid of us that fast.', Five said, still wielding the bloody axe he'd used to disarm (literally) the guards. His face, now splattered with blood, was a rage fest. 'Come here, Henry.'

Holy crap.

The king hesitated a moment, and then slowly stepped down. He was scared. Scared not to obey him. He nearly slipped on the bottom of the two step platform, as the floor was now soaked in blood.

Five got up in his face, grabbing his doublet in a tight grip, and breathed.

'You're lucky I'm not going to stab this axe through your chest right now and watch you drown in your own blood.', Five said in a low voice, so only Henry and I could hear him. Henry looked scared, and angry. Embarrassed.

'You may be a king, but you aren't worthy of your crown, and you aren't worthy of your own life.', Five said, still in his face. 'You should die for assaulting my wife. But you know what? If I killed you, it would really freakin' screw up the history of Europe. So count yourself lucky that you're so dang influential.'

How did he know? Had there been a guard at my door?

Henry looked alarmed that Five knew this, and his face reddened.

'Yeah, big boy, I know all about what happened last night. You of all people should know how servants gossip. You've taken enough of them to be your dirty whores.'

Five pushed him away from himself. He grabbed my hand, and pulled me into his side tightly, seemingly marking his territory for Henry to see. 'We'll be leaving now.'

We backed out slowly, and Five gripped my hand tightly, planting a kiss on my forehead as he didn't break eye contact with Henry.

Five stopped a moment when we reached the doors. He smiled, putting his hands in his pockets.

'And oh, yeah, Catherine? He's going to divorce you for Anne Boleyn. And then get married four more times after that. So yeah, have fun with that, Henry. Enjoy your fruitless quest for a son.', he said, smirking, and we walked out.

Five POV

12/31 11:30 PM, 1500s

Nasty blasted crap faced bastard!

I hurled insults at him in my head as we walked down a wooded path through the forest, Dolores on a horse and me guiding it by the reins. We'd been walking along for hours. I was still fuming. How dare he, how absolutely dare he, touch my wife?

'Hey Five?', Dolores said, pulling me from my insult filled train of thought.

'Yes, love?', I answered her, making sure my frustrated thoughts didn't come out at her. She needed sweetness and kindness and everything good right now. All that stuff. Man I hate him.

'Have you considered how were getting home yet?', she asked, bringing the second largest conflict I had going on back to my mind.

I sighed. I had no idea. I'd tried experimenting with a portal. It just wasn't working out right now.

'I don't know just yet, but I'm going to figure it out, I promise.'

'I believe you.', she said, and went back to quietly riding along. She had such faith in me. Such complete, total trust. She must truly love me.

Moments later, a bright light flashed in front of us, and two figures appeared in a foggy fallout. The smoke cleared, and they were revealed.

Diego and Lila?

'Hello.', Lila spoke, dressed in a 1500s inspired getup. Diego stood beside her, dressed in a similar style, clearly annoyed with it. Yep, she'd forced him to wear that.

'Diego?', I asked, confused.

'Hey, Five.', he said in a somber tone, making eye contact but not shifting his facial expression.

'Who's she?', Dolores asked from atop the horse.

'I'm Lila, it's nice to finally meet you. I've seen a lot out of you. Nice job, burning down your entire apartment building, by the way.', Lila answered her.

'Thanks, I worked hard on it.', Dolores responded with sarcasm.Lila smiled, approving of her.

'How are you here? Why are you here?', I questioned them, growing more and more confused.

'We're getting you out of this renaissance fair. If you'll comply.', she explained. Diego stood silently at her side, eyeing me. I questioned him with my eyebrows. He didn't react.

'Comply?', Dolores asked.

'Oh, hon, the terms are simple, really. All you have to do is agree to give the commission your first born child, and we'll transport you back to your own timeline.', she said, smiling.

'And what authority do you have to speak for the commission?', I asked, suspicious of her.

She put her palms out and did a pose. 'You're looking at the Temps Commission's newest handler, Fivey dear.'. She smiled again. 'And my delicious assistant.'

'We agreed on the term, 'associate', Lila.', Diego protested.

'Whatever, Diego, be quiet.'

'Whoa whoa, hold up. First born child? What's this all about?', Dolores questioned, dismounting the horse.

'Just as I said. In return for the promise of your first born child, we'll zip you right back home and everything can be normal again. Really solves your little predicament, doesn't it?'

I looked at Dolores. She looked rather unphased. We went over to the side to have a little private meeting.

'So, I don't really want kids anyway. Seems like a good deal to me.', she whispered.

I nodded. 'Yeah, babies, kids, not my thing really.'

'So we're in agreeance? We don't really care if we have kids or not?'

'Yeah I don't actually mind.'

'Problem solved.'

'Deal!', I said, Dolores and I coming out from the huddle. Diego winced, yet tried to hide it. I tried to ignore that. I could never know why, if there was a reason.

'Perfect!', Lila said, clapping her hands together.

'Just so you know, your verbal agreement is binding and I have the authority and permission to collect your first born child within a week after it's birth.', she explained further.

Dolores and I both laughed. 'So be it!', we chuckled.

Diego shook his head, and looked at the ground, like he knew something we didn't.

'Ready to go, then?', Lila asked.

'Heck yeah we're ready.', Dolores said, grabbing my hand.

And in an instant, in a flash of light, we were gone. Gone from the 1500s, getting Dolores away from wretched memories and this whole accident of a situation.

And there we crashed, upon a table, in the den of the Hargreeves manor. Klaus, Vanya, Luther, Allison, Ben, and Annie stood around us, wearing black and gold party hats. Annie looked down at me.

'Happy New Year!', she exclaimed, and blew her party blower in my face, causing the paper tube to punch me in the face.