A/N: Hi! GreenField here – I felt bad that Lady Eleanor had uploaded a songfic and I hadn't, so here I am. This one is slightly weird, and I hope you like it; Anne Boleyn and Cromwell, but not as a pairing, in the afterlife. Please review! Song is Sweet Sacrifice by Evanescence.

It's true, we're all a little insane.
But it's so clear,
Now that I'm unchained.

Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time.

She was smiling at him, the slow, seductive smile that had sent men to their deaths. This was how he knew that it was not a nightmare; this was real. He was dead, and he was facing Anne Boleyn once again. Anne Boleyn, with her enchanting eyes and glittering smile and her feline movements.

"Hello, Master Secretary" she said sweetly, "Have a seat"

You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me. Don't deny.
Sweet sacrifice.

"I didn't think I would ever see you again" Thomas Cromwell observed, looking around him. He had hoped that, despite the shame of his untimely death, he would at least be reunited with his Elizabeth, and his daughters, upon his entry into the afterlife. He certainly had not expected to see Anne.

They were seated at a desk very much like the one in his office, but this time, she was in control. She was looking at him thoughtfully from the other side of the desk.

"That much was apparent from your actions against me" she replied. Thomas shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"I don't know what you want me to say, I – "

"I just want you to tell me why you did it. You knew at the time that blaming me was wrong. And it has continued to haunt you these past six years. Funny, is it not, that you followed me to Traitor's Gate, when it was you that sent me there?" Anne mused. He was disturbed by the fact that she did not look as angry as he had expected.

"I did it because I had to"

"Because you were selfish"

"No" to his own surprise, Thomas felt his eyes well with tears, his regret slamming into him like a punch in the gut. It had done that a lot in the past few years.

One day I'm gonna forget your name,
And one sweet day, you're gonna drown in my lost pain.

Anne did not seem to have any sympathy for him, even now, "I do not see how you can deny it. I do have a little part of me that revels in my revenge, though I try not to do so often. I revel in the fact that people will remember me for centuries to come; my descendants will fight for me, fight for my good name, and the people will grow to love me as they never did while I was alive. Whereas you, Thomas Cromwell...who will fight for your good name? Who will clear you?"

Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time.

You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
And oh you love to hate me don't you, honey?
I'm your sacrifice.

"I never wanted it to end the way it did" Thomas told her earnestly, "You must believe me. You and your family were good to me when few others were; I would never have betrayed you if I could help it"

"But you did betray us; me most of all. Why, Master Secretary? Why would you do that?" Anne's voice no longer held the enchanting lilt that had frequently captured his fancy; she sounded truly sincere, truly desperate to know. It hurt him to hear her speak like that, she who had always been the consummate survivor, even after death.

"I tried to stop him from killing you. I suggested that he send you to France – I was the one who procured the French swordsman! I did that for you, out of an old and unflinching loyalty"

"You haven't answered my question" Anne pressed, "You supported me in the beginning, Thomas. But something made you hate me, something twisted your mind and poisoned you against me. I have a right to know what it was"

From behind her, Thomas caught sight of a woman with young fair hair, a young woman flanked by two small girls, a woman he recognised very well. It seemed she could not come closer to him, though she was not really trying. Anne saw that his eyes were no longer on her and craned her long, swan-like neck to see who he was looking at. She turned back to face him and saw that tears were now unashamedly rolling down his cheeks.

"Dry your eyes, Thomas Cromwell" she said coolly, "Dry your eyes and testify. Then you will be with your wife for eternity"

Do you wonder why you hate?
Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes?

Thomas buried his head in his hands. It took him a long time to speak.

"You reminded me of her" he said at last, eyes darting back to Elizabeth.

Anne stared at him for a few long moments, "Explain"

"Elizabeth was – Elizabeth...she used to charm everyone she met, and all the men loved her. She was beautiful and she laughed like you and she was always in control. Always. I never knew a time that she wasn't in control of anyone – even me. You were like her in that way. I didn't mind being controlled by my Beth, but I didn't want to be controlled by you. The day you threatened me – threatened to put my neck on the block – I knew that I never wanted anyone to have that influence over me again"

"And you were scared for your position" Anne put in coldly. Thomas nodded.

"Yes. Just as you were. I hated you more than I loved you, Anne. And I let that hatred control me. I shouldn't have done that. I am sorry"

Anne rose from her seat. As she did so, Elizabeth and the girls began to make their way towards him; slowly, as if wading through treacle.

"Do you forgive me?" Thomas asked urgently, pathetically, "Are we friends again?"

"Forgive you?" Anne looked genuinely surprised, "If course not. I was your sacrifice. Just because you have told me what you did, does not mean you are forgiven for it all. I won't be the sacrifice of any man ever again"

You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me.
Don't deny.
Sweet sacrifice.