“Where the hell could he be?” Emma barked. The weather certainly wasn’t making it easy for her to search for Henry. Also, it didn’t help that she had to run all the way across town, too. She was going to find her birth son no matter what, though.
“Regina!” she shouted, hoping the brunette would have better luck finding Henry. There was no reply, and the rain wasn’t letting up. Just her luck. Suddenly, a scream pierced the air, and Emma knew it was the mayor’s voice.
“Emma!” The blonde quickly pinpointed the cry and raced towards the Toll Bridge. She took a minute to look around before checking under the bridge itself. What she saw made her blood go cold.
“Regina!” Emma cried, rushing over to the broken figure in the flowing water. “Oh my god,” Emma breathed, seeing the state she was in.
“No, no, no, no,” Emma chanted shakily, “I love you.”
Emma stumbled back, traumatized by the sight. Snapping out of her shocked daze, she crouched low next to the mayor, a sob escaping her lips as she got a better look at the woman. Her stomach flopped when she saw that her normally pristine clothes were soaked through and ruffled. Several strands of hair stuck to her forehead while the majority flowed behind her. Regina’s body was twisted in painful-looking angles, and the left side of her face was bruised. Streaks of blood splattered across the stones, the water snaking its way under the woman was tinted red. Her hands trembled as she brought her hand to the back of Regina’s head, trying to cover the wound, trying to compress it so the blood wouldn’t escape. She was confused when she didn’t feel the familiar stickiness of the excretion. Trailing her hand down the woman’s arm, she found the source of blood. A large gash created by a jagged rock displayed itself on Regina’s left arm. Emma tested Regina’s pulse point. A faint throbbing spread through her fingers and the sheriff bit her lip. The beat was fading, and it just didn’t feel like enough.
“No. You can’t do this to me!” Emma screamed, falling back on her legs and slipping into the shallow water. She cried out, struggling to lift herself up, too defeated to rise. “There’s so much I didn’t get to say to you,” she whimpered.
“I love you, Regina,” she breathed as her eyes stung with tears, “I love you.”
She couldn’t help but devastate herself with thoughts of telling Regina too late. She had missed her opportunity and had taken it for granted. With her hair immersed in the stream, Emma wept, feeling more helpless than ever. Her head snapped up when she heard shouting, and saw bursts of light from behind the trees.
“Help!” Emma croaked, managing to lift her head. A group of people marched their way through the thin columns of wood and she was relieved to see David and Mary Margaret, Dr. Whale, and Michael, followed by a small group of recognizable faces. Emma battered her body as she crawled next to Regina and protectively wrapped her arms around her. Her friends made their way quickly towards the couple.
Out of the corner of her blurry eyes, she could make out a lanky, hobbling silhouette leaving the scene in the moonlight. There was only one person who fit that description. In that instance, she knew that somehow, Mr. Gold, was the cause of Regina’s injuries. She heard the distinct click of a cane and the rage inside her bubbled up. She though about charging over to the swindler and beating the living crap out of him. But thinking twice, she was determined to get Regina help.
“Emma, what’s going on?” Mary Margaret asked worriedly, surprised to see the sheriff with the mayor.
“Help her,” Emma whispered.
“What’re you ta-”
“Help her!” the sheriff howled. Dr. Whale scurried over and kneeled beside her. After examining quickly, he stood up and waved several men over.
“She still has a large chance of survival, but we need to get her in the emergency room now,” Dr. Whale barked as the men hastened to the fallen woman.
“Hey, what’s going on? Get out of my way! Move!” Henry’s tiny voice commanded as he meandered his way through the crowd. As he pushed himself out in front of the people, he couldn’t comprehend what he saw.
“Mom?!” the boy squeaked, desperately glancing at Emma, who still had tears streaming down her face.
“Emma? That’s my mom.”
“Yeah, Henry. I know.”
“Who did that to her?” Henry cried.
“Henry, listen. We don’t know. I found her like that.”
“She’s bleeding. Why is she bleeding, Emma?” He sounded so lost.
“Henry, don’t look,” Emma told him, holding him as he buried his face into her arms. Her heart dropped as she felt the salty dampness of tears smudge against her arms. If Gold did this, he was going to pay.
“She’s bleeding,” Henry sobbed. Emma stroked his hair, crying herself.
“Dr. Whale is going to fix her. They’re going to make her all better. Okay, Henry?” Emma told him.
“I didn’t tell her,” Henry mumbled, his heart hurting. Emma stared down at the top of his head, a quizzical look on her face.
“What did you wanna tell her, Henry?” Emma asked. He sniffled against her stomach before looking up at Emma and wiping his nose on his shirt sleeve.
“That I’m sorry. That I love her,” Henry choked and Emma began to rub circles on his back. Yeah, you and me both, kid, she thought.
“Even if she’s the E-”
“Emma, I don’t care if she’s the Evil Queen. I want my mom back.”
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Regina’s eyes fluttered open and she groaned, straining her eyes against the lighting. Bringing her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose, she was surprised to find a blonde woman and a brown-haired kid staring at her with huge smiles on their faces.
“Um… hi,” Regina mumbled, “Who are you? What am I doing here?” The smiles fell from the pair’s mouths. The blonde woman’s pretty face twisted in concern. Edging over to Regina, she brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“W-what do you mean?” she stuttered, “Regina, it’s me. It’s Emma.”
“Is that my name? Has a nice ring to it. Who’s the kid?” Regina asked groggily. Why couldn’t she remember anything?
“This is Henry, your son,” Emma trembled, confused about Regina’s behavior.
“Hi, Mom,” Henry said softly, a slight grin played out on his lips. Regina stared at him for a second before bursting out into a wild fit of laughter. The two looked on in bewilderment, wondering what was so funny. Regina’s laughter subsided and she sighed in contentment, wiping a tear of amusement from her eye.
“Ha! You had me going there for a second. But no, sorry, that’s impossible. I don’t have a son,” Regina chuckled, but when she saw the horror-stricken expressions on the pair’s face she added, “But it was a good try!” That didn’t erase the looks. The blonde woman, Emma, Regina supposed, leaned over and clutched her hand.
“What?” Regina asked blandly.
“You… you really don’t remember us?” Emma questioned, afraid of the answer.
“Should I?” Regina replied, unsure of what she should say. Emma looked down at Henry, before quickly ushering him out of the room without an explanation.
“Sorry. One second, kid,” Emma said, closing the door before Henry had a chance to speak. Checking that the vicinity was free of any hospital staff, Emma turned back to Regina.
“Do you remember where you are?” Emma asked.
“Judging by the words on this pamphlet, I’d have to say the hospital in Storybrooke, Maine?” Regina said, inspecting a brochure left on her bedside table. She smiled cheekily. Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong here. Regina Mills never smiles cheekily.
“This is bad. This is really really bad,” Emma said, pacing the floor.
“Look, just tell me why I’m in a hospital,” Regina said. The blonde gave an exasperated sigh before stopping in front of the mayor.
“You fell because Rumpelstiltskin pushed you over the Toll Bridge because you just had to enact some goddamn Dark Curse and take everyone away from the Enchanted Forest because Snow White ruined true love for you because your mom killed Daniel and you just wanted a happy ending,” Emma almost shouted, resulting in another quizzical look from Regina.
“Ohhhhhkayyyyy then…” Regina said, “Are you sure that I’m the one that’s supposed to be in a hospital?”
“Oh so now you’re making jokes. This is great. Just so fucking great.”
“Well, wasn’t yours a joke?” Regina asked. Emma froze in place.
“No… you don’t even remember before Storybrooke? You don’t remember the people you ki- the things you did?” Emma interrogated, an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach.
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” Regina stated. There was a knock on the door and Dr. Whale peeked in.
“Emma, Henry came and got me. I left him with David, if that’s alright with you. He told me that… ah! Mayor Mills. So happy to see you awake and well, ma’am. Our analysis shows that you’ll be able to leave this week,” he said, grinning. Regina looked at Emma, waiting for a response. Both eyes were on the mayor, and the brunette realized that the doctor was addressing her.
“Oh, you were talking to me?” she said to Dr. Whale, who gave a slow, uncertain nod.
“Wait,” she continued, “Mayor Mills? I’m the mayor?” Dr. Whale glanced at Emma.
“Is… is she joking?” he asked, but he already knew the answer. Emma almost chuckled at the same question she had asked Sidney Glass. It was only fitting that she replied the same way.
“She never jokes,” Emma said before her mood darkened, “Dr. Whale, can we talk outside?” The man visibly paled before nodding slowly. Tightly clutching his arm, she dragged him towards the door.
“We’ll be right back,” Emma told Regina, flashing the woman her most charming grin. The brunette merely nodded, already frustrated with her loss of memory. Emma quietly closed the door, but when she turned to Dr. Whale, there was a murderous glint in her eyes. Crossing her arms, she stared at the man.
“What the fuck, Whale?!” she began, “You told me she was fine. Now I find her awake and she doesn’t even remember who I am?”
“Emma…”
“Don’t ‘Emma’ me, dammit! You saw her. She doesn’t remember a thing. Not this town, not me, not even Henry.”
“Sheriff, our readings showed that…”
“Fuck the readings! Screw the goddamn readings. You told me there would be no repercussions. You said she’d be as good as new.”
“With all due respect Sheriff, I saved that woman’s life. Without me, she’d be dead. And what did you do? You sat there and cried,” Dr. Whale spat. In a rage, Emma grabbed him by his coat lapels and shoved him against the wall.
“Don’t you dare say that. Don’t you fucking dare. I found her after my son ran away. I did all I could. So don’t fucking tell me that this was all you,” Emma barked, “Right now, there’s a woman, a very important woman, who needs medical attention. So stop being such a jack-ass and go do whatever your job says to do.” Dr. Whale growled and pushed Emma off him.
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re the fucking doctor! I suggest you go in there and help her,” Emma said, her voice cracking slightly.
“I kept her alive. So give me that to work with, Swan,” Dr. Whale said before stalking into the room once again. Emma followed, but stayed in the corner. The man walked over to Regina with a fake smile on his face.
“Okay, Regina, we’re just going to run some tests. Is that alright?” Dr. Whale told her.
“Of course,” the brunette replied. Emma blurred the rest of their conversation out, internally freaking out. Her mind spun dangerously, and she felt a headache coming on.
For how could you possibly tell someone that they are the Evil Queen? And more importantly, how could you convince that same person that you were in love with a soul so notoriously heartless?
Yeah yeah, I know. I stole one of the episodes’ titles. BUT IT FIT SO PERFECTLY.
Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the wind picked up, chilling her to the bone. She needed to find Henry soon. He could be freezing, and maybe even unconscious. No. Don’t think like that, Regina thought. She hurried through the forest, searching as best as she could with the rain streaking down hard. A clap of thunder boomed in the sky, and Regina picked up her pace. The trees were all beginning to look the same in the downpour. Frustrated, she ran blindly, and stopped when her feet slapped against stone. She squinted and realized she had wound up on the Toll Bridge. She threw herself against the railing, peering over the side, looking for signs of movement.
“Regina!” the brunette heard her name in the distance, Emma was looking for her. That meant Henry wasn’t at his castle. Dammit, Regina thought. She hoped he would make it easy for them and just be in a safe place.
She watched the water running under the bridge and heard a twig snap behind her.
“Henry!” Regina assumed, twirling around, only to find Mr. Gold. He was drenched, just like her. She scoffed, but the worry didn’t subside.
“What’re you doing here, Rumple?” Regina questioned, acknowledging his true self.
“Just going out for a midnight stroll. I could ask you the same question, Madame Mayor,” he mocked.
“I’m looking for my son. You better not have done anything to him, or I swear I will…”
“Shut the hell up, your Highness. Even a monster like me wouldn’t do that to a child. And that lad, so very smart. Maybe a little too smart for his own good,” he said, twirling his cane in the dirt.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you threatening my son?” she paused, fury rising in her chest and her eyes ablaze with fire, “What are you really doing here, imp?” she interrogated. He smirked.
“Ah. Now there’s a question. This isn’t like you, dearie. You were always one to play games before getting to the point.”
“My priorities have changed.”
“So they have, dearie, so they have. As have mine,” Rumpelstiltskin said, “The curse is on the verge of breaking.”
“The curse cannot be broken. You’re lying.”
“Soon, they will remember and they’re going to need a steady hand to rule them all. And let’s face it, Regina. I’m the one with the real power here. They fear me like the plague. I can make their pathetic lives like a living hell. Your powers are limited, and the only magic you can possibly conjure is useless against me, the Dark One. I’m not a force to be reckoned with. You see my point?” Regina raised an eyebrow.
“No, I don’t see your point. Are you really going up against me?”
“Let me put this in a way you just might understand, Your Highness,” Rumpelstiltskin began, “For me, a deal can only be made when the other party possesses something I want. You? You have nothing to give that I would want. What I want, I can take so easily. So. Do you know what I do with those who have nothing to trade?” Regina gulped slightly, rejecting the idea of terror.
“I cut off all the loose threads. And you, Regina Mills, are most definitely a loose thread.
It’s been a pleasure, but, your services are no long needed, Queenie. We’re done here,” the man said, backing her up across wet rocks. She looked behind her, it was at least a fifteen foot drop. Onto rocks, no less.
“Regina!” Emma’s voice repeated, closer this time.
“You won’t succeed, Rumple,” Regina said, hiding the fear arising in her chest. This was like her dream. Rumpelstiltskin, the devil who had cut off all the royals. And now he was here to finish her. The dream had been a sign. How stupid she was to overlook it. The imp backed her up even further, outstretching his cane and pushing it against her throat. Regina choked, her heels resting upon nothing but air. She shifted her weight against the cane, only gagging herself further.
“You’re a fool, Regina. The child has returned,” Rumpelstiltskin sneered. A light-bulb of realization and surprise went off in Regina’s mind.
“Do you think I care about the child? So, she’s back. So what?”
“You have to understand, Regina. The child, as I told you 28 years ago, will bring your downfall. It is prophesied. And guess who will be there to take your place?”
“Regina!” Emma shouted a third time, even closer. The Dark One jabbed hard.
“You won’t win,” Regina rasped.
“We’ll see about that, dearie,” Rumpelstiltskin said, “In the meantime, let’s see if the Evil Queen is worthy of Emma Swan’s salvation.”
“What’re you t-talking about?” Regina choked.
“You still don’t know who she is? All the better, then. I want you to beg, witch. Beg for your precious life,” Rumpelstiltskin barked. Regina showed no emotion.
“I’m not giving you the satisfaction. I’m not afraid to die, Dark One,” Regina spat.
“Oh I know, see the thing is… you’re not going to die. Not yet. I have foreseen it. You may not cower in the eyes of death. But, your Majesty, you’re afraid of being alone. And that’s exactly what you’re getting,” he reasoned, pushing further until she was standing on her tiptoes.
“Regina!” She was so close. Finally, Regina’s surface cracked.
“Why…” she croaked, eyes shining. He ignored the question.
“Emma Swan warms your bed at night, but she’s so much more than that, isn’t she?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking abo-”
“Tell me. does she make you feel safe, Regina? Does she fill the hole in your heart? Is she the missing piece to your goddamn chipped cup?” the imp practically roared, getting carried away with his emotions.
“So… this is about Belle, isn’t it?” the Queen smirked, even in her predicament. Rumpelstiltskin’s eyes flashed with anger before cooling, and he returned to his calm self.
“Looks like both of us are chipped cups, aren’t we? Creatures like us, we don’t get happy endings. I know you took her from me, witch. And for that, I’m doomed to an eternity of regret. What if I hadn’t let her go?” the Dark One sighed, surprising Regina with a slight look of defeat, “You know that little empty void inside your heart that Maleficent warned you about? Whatever is supposed to fill it, I hope you found it now. Because I have the honor of taking it away from you.”
“You can’t take away what’s not there.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about, am I right? I guess we do share something in common, Regina. Our power means more to us than the ones we love. We will do anything to keep it. Our lust for power is what will destroy us in the end. In fact, it already has.”
“I don’t… agree,” Regina choked, “I… am nothing… like you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, dearie. You had a choice, a second chance. You were too blinded by your emotions to think. You were foolish enough to enact the curse, just as I was foolish enough to become the Dark One. Just like me, you always were a desperate soul.” Rumpelstiltskin smirked, shoving her over the edge.
“Emma!” Regina screamed, arms and legs flailing.
“Regina!” She was too late. Regina watched as a sinister grin spread across the Dark One’s face and she stopped panicking. She would never let him win, and with that, she squeezed her eyes shut. And then a burst of pain erupted in the back of her skull and the darkness swallowed her whole.
“Wait!” Regina called frantically, watching the blonde open the door, “Emma, wait! I can explain!” Henry crawled off to his room, too hurt by Emma to listen.
The blonde scowled, “What makes you think I want to hear whatever the hell you have to say?” Regina scrambled to think of something, realizing that only the truth would make Emma Swan stay.
“I’m going to tell you the truth,” Regina stated. Emma sensed no lies, but a great deal of reluctance. Grudgingly, the blonde returned to Regina, who sighed in relief.
“Okay. I’m listening, Regina. But if I hear one lie, I’m out,” Emma told her. There was a moment of silence while the mayor composed herself. She was going to tell Emma everything the only way she could, in a fairy tale.
“Once upon a time, a baby girl was born in the Enchanted Forest,” Regina began.
“Regina, I’m not playing games. I don’t see how this relates to any-”
“Just listen. It will make sense eventually,” Regina snapped, “Once upon a time, a baby girl was born in the Enchanted Forest to a man named Henry and a woman named Cora. She was the only child of the two. Cora practiced dark magic, and often used her spells to keep her daughter in line. Henry was a kind soul and a devoted father, but he was terrified of his wife. Whenever Cora abused the little girl, Henry would only look the other way. He would never help his daughter, he was too scared of what his wife would do to him.
“As the little girl grew up, she tried desperately to win her mother’s approval. But whatever she did, it was never good enough. Then one day, the little girl’s mother and father bought her a horse and hired a stable boy named Daniel to take care of it. Over time, the girl, who grew into a woman, had fallen in love with Daniel. And in return, the stable boy had fallen in love with her as well.
“They knew what they had was true love, and that they were supposed to be together and live happily ever after. But the woman knew her mother would never approve of their marriage, so they hid their relationship in secrecy. One day, the woman was talking to her lover when suddenly, a horse ran by. The animal was carrying a young child, who looked like she was in trouble. So, the woman hopped on her own horse and chased after the child, eventually saving her. The next day, Cora told her that the child she saved was the King’s daughter.
“The King made a surprise visit to the woman’s castle, and he proposed to her, saying that his first wife had died and his daughter needed a mother. The woman was stunned. What would become of her and Daniel’s dream? She stood there in silence until her mother spoke. Cora accepted the King’s offer. At this point, the woman was absolutely mortified. She excused herself before running off to find Daniel. She told him everything, and they planned to run away together and get married themselves.
“The King’s daughter caught them in the act, and she was upset. She ran off to go tell her father, but the woman chased after her. The little girl was so sweet, and she didn’t really want to hurt the woman, so they agreed to keep Daniel a secret. She said that the woman deserved to be with the one she loved,” Regina paused here as a dark look crossed her face.
“The woman and Daniel were just about to escape when Cora entered the stables. She trapped them and forced them to tell her everything. And at first, she seemed to go along with their plan. She lied and told them she only wanted them to be happy. For a minute, the couple believed Cora. That was, until the evil mother thrust her hand into Daniel’s chest. The woman stood in terror as Daniel’s face contorted in pain, releasing a sharp scream that echoed in her ears. Then Cora’s hand emerged from his chest, holding his still beating heart.” Regina’s voice wavered and became quieter, the emotions resurfacing as she was forced to remember. Her eyes were watering, and she felt so small and exposed. She hated the feeling. Emma just sat there, her expression perplexed, and a little concerned. And when she saw why Regina had stopped, she knew something was going on. What story was this? Why would Regina be so emotional towards it?
“Daniel collapsed to the ground, clutching at his chest. The woman was weeping her eyes out as she kneeled to the ground, shaking him, begging him to wake up. Cora gave a malicious smile as she crushed the organ. She watched with pure malevolence as the ashy remains of Daniel’s heart slipped through the hole of her cupped hand. The woman knew the life had seeped out of her lover. Enraged, she looked up at her mother. She howled at her, declaring that she loved Daniel. She furiously demanded to know why Cora would do this. Why she would destroy her plans. Cora told her that this was her happy ending. With that, Cora ordered her daughter to clean up, because now, she was going to be queen.
“Soon after, the woman was to be married and she was trying on her wedding dress. The King’s daughter was watching her and began to talk. It turns out, the little girl had broken her promise and told Cora. She apologized, saying that she didn’t want the woman to lose her mother, just like the little girl had lost hers. The woman didn’t process it entirely, ignoring the apology. She knew everything that was coming out of the child’s mouth was a lie. In that moment, something sprouted in the woman. A tiny seed of hatred had been planted in the woman’s soul,” Regina stopped, but her fragile voice had turned lethal and the vulnerable look in her eyes had turned cold.
“The woman’s happy ending had been ripped from her, all because of that… that… wretched little girl. If she had kept her goddamn mouth shut, they could’ve lived happily ever after,” Regina screamed, her neck and shoulders tensing. Emma slid her hand onto Regina’s thigh, trying to calm her down.
“And so, one thing led to another, and the woman was given the title, The Evil Queen. She had done some terrible, cruel things. Things she tries so hard to forget, all in the name of revenge. Ripping out hearts had become a monthly thing. As the woman’s life grew darker, the girl’s life had only become better. In fact, she had found her Prince Charming and they were to be married. It was too much for the woman, seeing the one who betrayed her receive all the happiness she could hold,” Regina said. The Evil Queen… this doesn’t sound like Snow White, Emma thought. Henry laid on his bed, the tears had finally stopped, and all that remained was numbness. He wondered what the two women were talking about. He battled with himself, afraid that if he saw Emma, he would burst again. But curiosity got the better of him and he slinked out of his bedroom and crouched beside the outer wall.
“Regina, what story is this?” Emma asked uneasily.
“The Germans called it Schneewittchen und die sieben Zwerge. The English called it Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. I call it The Girl Who Ruined My Life. ”
“Snow White. Like, from the fairy tale book Henry has?” Emma squeaked, nausea threatening to build up. Henry’s eyebrows shot up, and he leaned in with a new-found interest.
“Yes. Everyone always perceived her as innocent. They never heard of the treachery she performed. The stories are true, Emma. I am the Evil Queen.” Regina hissed, The mayor’s words hit Henry full on, and it dawned on him. It was different when no one else believed you, but hearing it come from his mother, he snapped. Anger bubbled up inside as he quietly stalked his way towards the staircase.
“All this time,” Emma started, stepping away from Regina, “Henry was right. You cursed this town. Hell, you took away my family! Do you know what I went through? I grew up in the foster system, alone, and it’s all your fault. I never trusted anyone or let anybody in because of you.” She choked up, unable to form words. In the back of the mayor’s mind, something clicked. Why would Emma be affected by the curse? In fact, who was Emma? Regina dismissed the thoughts immediately, her rationalization out the window by this point.
“I stayed not only for Henry, but for you!”
Regina scoffed, but there was still a hint of sadness in her voice.
“That was before you knew what I am. This just goes to show you that evil is not born. It’s made,” Regina stated, “And now, you’re going to leave me.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do. Just one question, Regina. Why’d you do it?” Emma asked. Regina tensed at the question, and the expression she wore sent a shiver down Emma’s spine.
“Because this was supposed to be my happy ending,” Regina spat. Henry recognized the same words from his book. The Evil Queen had spoken the same words when she had barged in on Snow and Charming’s wedding. It was too much for the young boy to process. On impulse, he stood to his full height at the top of the stairs and looked down at the two women.
“Emma! You were going to leave me with the Evil Queen! She’s nothing but a witch,” Henry shouted down, ignoring Regina’s wince at the words, “I thought family never left each other behind. I was wrong. I hate you both!” Henry could feel the tears coming back, and he ran to his room, not bothering to acknowledge the silence from downstairs. The boy didn’t look back as he slammed his door behind him.
The two women stared at each other for several minutes before reaching a silent agreement. They both knew that the other cared for the boy. Stumbling up the stairs, Emma flung the bedroom door open. Glancing wildly around, she sensed no life. Then she noticed the fluttering curtains and the open window. Panic aroused her senses.
“Regina,” she turned with wide eyes to the mayor, who was still climbing the staircase, “He’s gone.”
What. The. Hell. JUST HAPPENED. I am so confused…
Does anyone have the link to the promo?
She was still conflicted, wondering how she could’ve fallen in love with a woman so… cold. It didn’t seem like she had any sort of moral values. Then again, she had seen the pain and fear in Regina’s eyes. The emotions were always there, even when they were glazed over with lust. Why they was there, Emma never knew. So Emma would turn away so she wouldn’t see what was right in front of her. She was too ignorant to acknowledge the hurt. She was afraid that if she went digging, she might not like what she would uncover. And if she screwed this up, there would be nowhere she could run from the mayor. She still had Henry to stay for. Why does Regina have to be so goddamn different?! Emma thought. Or maybe they weren’t as different as Emma wished to believe. They had both sheltered themselves from the outside world, both refused to let anyone in. Until now. Emma had let Regina in, but she wasn’t sure about vice versa.
“She’s worth it,” Emma mumbled to herself, having exited Granny’s and drove off in the patrol car.
After last night’s events, Emma was disgusted with herself for her cowardice. Determined to make it right, she decided that she would try to tell her again tonight. But before she could confess to the brunette about her feelings, she needed to know her a little more. Emma barely knew anything of the mayor’s past, and she wanted to know everything about her. Steeling her discomfort, she parked in front of the mayor’s house and stepped out. Emma quietly open and shut the front door, aware that Henry was home, and she didn’t want him to know she was here. She was still wondering how to break the news to him. Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw Regina’s bright smile directed her way.
“And what do I owe the pleasure of your sudden appearance?” Regina joked, kissing Emma deeply, but remembered that her son was in the same building, “We should probably tone it down if we don’t want Henry walking in on us.” Emma nodded, taking Regina’s hand in her own.
“Can we… can we talk?” Emma asked, butterflies dancing in her stomach. Regina gave her a quizzical look.
“Of course. But can you make it quick? I have a little boy to drop off and a date with the town’s sheriff,” Regina purred, smiling suggestively at Emma. The blonde frowned.
“No, this is serious, Regina. I wanna talk to you,” Emma replied. The smile fell from Regina’s face and her brow furrowed.
“Oh,” she said, “Then I guess we should sit down.” She led Emma over to the couch and they settled.
“What’s this about, Emma?” Regina questioned, searching the blonde’s face for a sign.
“Tell me about yourself,” Emma stated.
“Excuse me?” Regina asked in amusement.
“Tell me about yourself.”
“Um. Okay. What would you like to know?”
“Have you always lived in Storybrooke? What made you want to adopt a child? How did you become mayor?” Emma asked eagerly.
“Pace yourself, Emma. That’s a lot of questions…” Regina laughed nervously. As much as she enjoyed Emma’s company, she couldn’t let her know what was hidden in plain sight. She didn’t need to know the dark secret of their little town, “Um. Let’s see…
“Yes, I’ve always lived in Storybrooke. I was born and raised here.”
“What ‘bout college?”
“I didn’t go to college.”
“You didn’t go to college? But you’re so… formal and educated,” Emma gasped.
“Ha! I suppose so. To your second question, I guess I was lonely. And I perfectly capable of taking care of myself, so why not take care of someone else? I wanted a child of my own,” Regina said.
“That makes sense, I guess.”
“To your third question, um. Many years ago, I had a boyfriend, who was the mayor. And um. He died while on a hiking trip in northern Maine. So, I kind of inherited his position. It was so long ago, I don’t remember much of the election,” Regina smiled weakly, hating that she had to lie. Emma raised an eyebrow, sensing that the mayor was lying.
“Why are you telling me all of this?” Emma asked, the look of nervousness in Regina’s eyes confirming her suspicions.
“You’re the one who wanted to know…” Regina said, hoping Emma wouldn’t continue to ask questions.
“Yeah, but I wanted to know the truth, not this bullshit you’re telling me. I wanted to know… you…”
“I am telling you the truth!”
“Don’t lie to me, I can see it. All of it’s not real.”
“But Emma…”
“Why won’t you just tell me?!” Emma roared, jumping off the couch. Neither woman noticed the softly creaking floorboards above them as Henry emerged from his room, frightened by the loud conversation.
“I think it’s time for you to leave,” Regina said bitterly, poison laced in her voice, her mask slipping over her face.
“No. Not until you tell me why you’re lying. Why you can’t tell me about yourself. Why you’re hiding from not only me, but the world,” Emma demanded. Tears welled up in Regina’s eyes.
“I can’t,” she replied simply.
“Why not!?” Emma screamed, eyes wide and hands motioning wildly. Regina choked.
“Why can’t you just understand!?” Regina begged in an exasperated tone. Henry watched in fascination at the scene unfolding in front of him.
“Because I want to know you! I care about you!” Emma yelled at her, her eyes getting watery as well. Henry’s jaw dropped open. Emma cared about the Evil Queen? Why? He leaned in closer, observing with anticipation. He needed to know.
“Emma, please,” Regina whispered, a fragile look on her face, “I can’t.” Emma’s face twisted in anger and hurt.
“Oh my god! I can’t believe I thought… I just can’t believe you. I thought were letting me in. You know, for a while, you had me believing that you actually cared about me, too. You just played me,” Emma gave a small laugh at her own stupidity. Regina opened her mouth to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out. “Well, take a bow, Regina Mills. Your performance was extremely convincing.” Emma clapped sarcastically before using her sleeve to wipe her eyes shamelessly.
“You’ve won. You’ve got your town. You’ve got your power. You’ve got Henry. You’ve gotten your way. I’m done, Regina. We’re done,” Emma stated, hands on hips and the tears flowing. She turned and began to walk to the front door.
“You’re leaving me, aren’t you?” Regina asked, her voice cracking. Emma stopped, but didn’t turn around, afraid it would change her mind.
“Yes. There’s nothing for me here anymore,” Emma announced. Regina swallowed the emotion building up inside of her. She wouldn’t cry. Isn’t this what she had wanted from the beginning? Emma Swan out of the way?
“What about Henry?” Regina managed feebly.
“He has a mother and a good life. He’s in therapy. He’ll be fine,” Emma said, not entirely convincing herself. Henry held his breath. His mom didn’t want him. Emma was going to leave him with the Evil Queen. It’s like she didn’t love him. Emma’s words and Henry’s thoughts brought tears trickling down the young boy’s cheeks. His heart broke, and he thought that it felt just as painful as when his mother ripped hearts out of human chests.
“What about me?” Regina whispered. Emma gave a harsh cackle.
“You? I never had you. You played pretend.”
“Mary Margaret?!” Emma called through the apartment. There was a rustling above Emma and the teacher appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Emma, just in time for lunch! Would you like anything?” she greeted, bouncing down the stairs.
“Actually, I’m here to talk to you,” Emma revealed, following Mary Margaret as she stormed into the kitchen.
“Oh. Well, I’m happy to listen. What’s this about, Emma?” Mary Margaret asked, already knowing the answer.
“I know I said I didn’t want to talk about it, but I need to share it with someone,” Emma said. The teacher nodded, and gestured to the stools. Once they were settled, a silence descended over them. Mary Margaret cleared her throat, and Emma snapped out of her staring contest with the countertop.
“So… Emma. What’s going on?”
“Am I crazy?”
“Emma… why would you ask a question like that?”
“I mean, we were okay last night, I don’t remember much, though. We kinda um… got drunk. But, ignoring that, think about it. I’m in some weird, messed up association with my boss. Not to mention, the woman who adopted my child. And she’s not the friendliest person. Not even close. So why is it that every time we have a fight, I find myself going back to her?” Emma interrogated, an expression of intense confusion spread across her face. Mary Margaret thought the words through, then a realization hit her. It warmed her heart.
“Emma…” Mary Margaret smiled softly at the blonde.
“What?”
“You’re in love,” the teacher replied, a sort of amazement implicated in her voice.
“What?! No, no, no. Well…” Emma started, but shook her head, “No. No way. What me and Regina have, that’s not love.”
“Why are you denying your obvious attraction to each other?” Mary Margaret asked, tilting her head in perplexity. Emma struggled to create a sentence.
“I’m not! I’ll admit, I’m attracted to her!”
“Okay, let me rephrase the question; why are you denying your obvious feelings towards each other?” Mary Margaret said. Emma looked down at her hands, completely quiet for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she sucked in a sharp breath.
“It’s bad enough I decided that I’m staying here. For so long, I’ve been alone, and untrusting. Whenever I’ve had to face a challenge, it’s either fight or flight, and as you know, I choose flight. I’ve kept up these… these walls, but, now I’m finding myself about to let someone in. That’s scary. To let someone know everything about you, to share all your secrets with them. To have your heart belong to someone else.”
“No one ever said love was easy, Emma. Trust me. It’s not,” Mary Margaret disclosed. Emma swallowed and looked up at the teacher’s face. Mary Margaret frowned slightly at the blonde’s watery eyes, and rested her hand on top of her friend’s.
Emma looked away, and whispered the words so low they were barely audible, “I just don’t want to be hurt again.” Mary Margaret’s heart clenched as she saw her friend in pain, and she rushed over to embrace her in a maternal-like embrace.
“Oh Emma, I’m here,” she whimpered, rubbing circles on the blonde’s back as she wept softly. Mary Margaret had never seen Emma so fragile and it brought a fierce protectiveness out of her.
“I-I’m s-sorry. I don’t know… where all of this… is coming from,” Emma coughed, sobs racking her body.
“It’s hard for me to say, but if she hurts you, then you’ll know that you really, truly love her. And it everything that you went through was all worth it. If she doesn’t hurt you, then you’ll know that it was never love, that she was never the one, and you’ll move on with ease. It’s kind of sadistic, but it’s reality. Besides, I know that you can get through to her. You’re the only one, besides Henry, who can. You’re strong,” Mary Margaret told her. She waited for the blonde to finish crying, before brushing the hair out of her face. Emma’s eyes were red and puffy, and there was pain in her expression. Sniffling, Emma wiped her eyes with the back of her arm and composed herself.
“H-how are you agreeing to all of this?”
“Well, although Mayor Mills and I aren’t on the best of terms, and trust me, I disagree strongly with the woman. But, doesn’t she make you happy?”
“Well… yeah…”
“Then isn’t that what’s important?”
“Yeah. I guess. Y’know, I’m glad I came to talk to you. You’ve really helped me.”
“That’s what friends are for, Emma,” Mary Margaret said, watching as Emma turned to leave.
“Oh, and Emma?” Mary Margaret added.
“Yeah?” Emma asked, twisting around to look at the teacher.
“Are you going to tell her?”
“Tell her what?” Emma questioned.
“Are you going to tell her that you love her?”
“I-I’m not sure I can.” Emma squeaked, h`r voice shaking, “Sh-should I?”
“You’re going to have to decide. Do what your heart tells you to do. I’m not going to make your choice for you, Emma. I’m not your mother,” Mary Margaret retorted.
“Ha!” Emma laughed bitterly, “Sometimes, I wonder…”
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I’m going to tell her, Emma thought, Ohhhh god. I’m really gonna tell her. Gathering up her courage, she slipped into bed. Emma took a minute to sort her thoughts, wording her admission carefully.
“I’m scared,” Emma finally whispered into the darkness, hiding under the covers. Regina yawned, trying to get comfortable.
“And why would that be, Ms. Swan?” Regina mumbled, closing her eyes. Just say it.
“Because, I think… I think I’m falling in love with you,” Emma murmured, shocked that not only did she actually admit it, but she actually meant it. Emma felt it, deep down in her heart, that her attraction to Regina had grown into something more intense. It wasn’t lust, no. It was something most people called love. Mary Margaret was right.
“I’m in love too, dear. Now go to sleep,” Regina muttered, already half-asleep.
“Regina, I don’t think you heard what I said,” Emma said. Regina sighed and turned around to look at Emma.
“Alright, I’m listening,” the brunette said. Emma breathed in shakily, her voice felt like it was caught in her throat.
“I…,” Emma swallowed, “I love you….r bathtub. It’s um… very… comfortable. We should use it more often.” Regina’s eyes flickered with irritation. She tossed around in a huff, lying on the edge of the bed, where she always laid when she was annoyed.
“Sheriff, did you deprive me of sleep just to tell me that?” Regina complained. Emma mentally kicked herself in exasperation, glad Regina was facing the other way so she couldn’t see the tears on her face.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I just… really wanted to tell you that,” Emma mumbled, “Just, forget it. G’night,” she said weakly. Regina grunted in return. Emma felt sick. Clutching her stomach, she pulled the covers closer to her body, shielding herself from the shame.
Hey everyone. I’m sorry this took so freaking long. I was in an accident, and had a minor concussion. I’m perfectly fine, though. My head just hurts a little bit. While I was recovering, I had barely any free time, but I’ve gotten two chapters finished, and more on the way. I’m taking off for spring break on Saturday, so between recovering, and traveling, I have no idea when I’ll be able to upload. Thank you all so much for your patience. You guys are awesome.
The rain poured mercilessly down on Storybrooke, and the citizens had returned home in a hurry. Regina, being mayor, had done her rounds, checking that everyone was safe. Unfortunately, she hadn’t taken her car, and she still had more than a couple blocks left to walk. Frustrated, Regina pushed the door to Granny’s open and stepped in. She shook herself, letting the water drip to the floor. Her hair was soaked, just like the rest of her body. Glancing around, she noticed the diner was relatively empty, besides Ruby and Leroy. The man was in a corner booth, staring out at the rain. Ruby was wiping the counter. She looked up.
“Hey, Mayor Mills,” Ruby said, observing Regina, “Wow, it must be harsh out there.” Regina glared daggers. Ruby ignored her.
“You know where everything is,” Ruby told the older woman, nodding to the back.
“Thank you,” the mayor forced out, teeth gritted, body shivering. She didn’t let it show as she walked past the waitress and into the washroom. Carefully removing her damp blazer, she was about to toss it into the dryer before thinking clearly and hanging it on a clothesline. Sighing, she leaned against the washer and tapped her foot impatiently. Checking her watch, she felt that waiting might take a while, she might as well make the best of it. Pivoting on her heel, she was about to go order an espresso when the door behind her opened loudly.
The blonde closed the door and grinned when she saw Regina. Emma ruffled her long hair and wiped her boots on a mat. The brunette felt a stab of pain in her chest. She’s not worth it… the words flashed through her mind immediately. Sucking in a breath, she turned around and continued to the counter. A firm hand grabbed her arm and whirled her around.
“Hey,” Emma greeted, both hugging and surprising Regina, “Haven’t seen you at all today.” The mayor let herself sink into the strong arms for a second before remembering. Pushing herself away, her eyes burned with fury.
“What the hell are you doing? Did do you think you could get in my head, Ms. Swan? What were you trying to accomplish?” Regina barked. Emma scratched her head, flinching at her formal title.
“What’re you talking about, Regina?” Emma asked, noticing the soft look in the other woman’s eye when she addressed her by her name. The look vanished quickly.
“I heard what you said to Ruby. I’m not worth it? You’re going to take Henry away from me?” Regina spat, “Fuck. You.” The slap was loud, but the thick walls were the only ones who heard, besides Emma and Regina. Bringing her hand up to her stinging cheek, Emma looked hurt. The red patch of skin didn’t fade, and Regina hated that it reminded her of her habit of acting on impulse.
“Regina…” Emma began, “What I told Ruby, I only said those things to protect you.”
“Why would I need protecting? And even if I did, what makes you think that you could protect me? Why the hell would you even want to protect me?”
“I thought… I thought you didn’t want people to know about us,” Emma stuttered, before her expression fell a little, “I didn’t want to ruin your image.” Regina opened her mouth, then closed it, realizing what Emma had done.
“Oh,” she said simply, “I didn’t even…” Emma protected her image. No one had ever done that willingly. What did all of this mean?
“Regina, you need to understand. I’m here for you, okay? You need to trust me,” Emma reasoned, squeezing Regina’s hand.
“Yes, well. I suppose I may have looked into this matter a little too far,” Regina said, staring down at their entwined hands with a unidentifiable look. Not even a thank you, or an apology… Emma thought, but chose to ignore it.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about all of this. In fact,” Emma purred seductively, “Why don’t we sneak off and I’ll show you just how much you’re worth.”
“What are you waiting for, Sheriff? Let’s get drunk!” Regina said with a naughty smile.
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There was a gleam in Emma’s eye that Regina had never seen before. It was powerful and captivating, and Regina felt herself drown in it. No one had ever looked at her like that. Ever. Lying in bed, lights off, and Regina could still see that gleam.
“What?” Emma asked, immediately feeling self-conscious. Regina laughed.
“Nothing, I just… saw something,” Regina replied.
“And… do you like what you see?” Emma questioned, no flirtation, just a genuine tone of curiosity. Regina bit her lip.
“I think I’m starting to,” Regina confessed. Emma wasn’t seeing what she was seeing, so there was no harm in admitting, right? Emma smiled, too drowsy and under the influence to fully process the words. She flung her harm around the brunette, pressing her closer to her body, molding their two forms together. Regina interlaced their fingers, and Emma’s thumb stroked the mayor’s hand. Regina’s eyes closed and she sighed contentedly, the funk of alcohol leaving her mouth.
“If I could, then I would.” The blonde’s voice made Regina’s eyes shoot open, but she remained unmoving and silent.
“I’ll go wherever you will go. Way up high, or down low. I’ll go wherever you will go. And maybe I’ll find out a way to make it back someday. To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days. If a great wave shall fall, and fall upon us all, well then I hope there’s someone out there who can bring me back to you,” Emma sung quietly into the brunette’s hair. Regina’s heart fluttered at the words. She turned to face the blonde, who had shut her eyes and who’s breathing became shallow with fatigue.
“Do you really mean it?” Regina whispered, aware of her voice cracking from the emotion. Emma managed an audible grunt of inquiry and Regina gulped, trying to form the words.
“Would you really find me? Would you go wherever I would go?” Regina paused, a tear escaping her eyes, “Would you guide me in my darkest days?”
“Abso…lute…ly,” Emma garbled faintly, before her breathing evened out. Regina felt the tear roll down the side of her face and onto the pillow. A small stain appeared on the otherwise white pillow, and as the tears continued to leak from brown eyes, the stain grew. Soon enough, there was a tiny puddle of liquid. And just as the tears continued to stained the pillow, Regina felt Emma continue to stain herself on the brunette’s own heart.
“Well, then I have a secret to share. Henry… Henry was right about the book, about me. I’m her,” Regina slurred clumsily. But Emma was submerged in a deep state of slumber and the Evil Queen’s confession fell on deaf ears.
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Regina shivered as soothing fingertips painted a pattern on her bare back. The moonlight shone through the windows, illuminating the bedroom and casting shadows across the room.
Emma scootched over and snuggled against Regina, their bodies fitting together perfectly.
“Well, Ms. Swan, this is new,” Regina said formally, bringing attention to the shift in positions. The hot puffs on the back of Regina’s neck were quite pleasant, but smelled strongly like alcohol.
“Hmm?” Emma buzzed against the brunette’s neck. She wrapped her arm around Regina’s waist, not going unnoticed by the mayor.
“Normally, we don’t really… cuddle, or even touch, for that matter, after sex,” Regina said bluntly. Emma looked down at her arm and realized what she was doing.
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t even occur to me,” Emma laughed awkwardly, appreciating the dark that masked her blushing. She pulled her arm away, but Regina grabbed it and wrapped it back around her torso.
“I never said I didn’t want it,” she whispered, enjoying the warmth and security Emma’s body was producing, “I was just wondering, why the change?”
“I… I don’t know. It just seemed kinda natural,” Emma replied, “Anyway, I’m going to sleep, my head is like… pounding. Good night, Madame Mayor.” Regina noted another change. Emma never said good night.
“Call me Regina,” the brunette whispered, but Emma had already fallen asleep.
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“Emma! You’re home!” Mary Margaret exclaimed, looking up from her teacup. Emma smiled and closed the door behind her, dropping her keys onto the side table.
“I haven’t been gone that long, have I?” the blonde joked, sliding on the seat next to the teacher.
“Well, after you didn’t come to the apartment last night, I was worried that maybe you had a little too much to drink at the party,” Mary Margaret said in a motherly tone.
“Ah, so you were there, too, huh?” Emma smirked, “Have fun?”
“Not the best night of my life, but, not the worst either,” Mary Margaret replied, “So, um. Where were you… last night?” She had a sheepish grin on, as if she knew more than she was letting on. Emma shifted uncomfortably.
“I was out,” she managed.
“Yes, I noticed. You seem to be out every night, Emma,” Mary Margaret pressed.
“Psh, no,” Emma said, but Mary Margaret raised an eyebrow, “Okay, maybe I have been out every night. Just clearing my head. So?” The teacher shrugged nonchalantly.
“Okay. So there’s… no one,” Mary Margaret stated, but it sounded more like a question. Suddenly, she thought of an idea. It was a cheap shot, but, Emma can’t always hide from her problems.
“So… have you noticed Regina lately?” Mary Margaret asked, sipping her tea and noticing Emma’s frozen posture at the mention of the mayor. She smirked to herself.
“W-what about her?” Emma stammered.
“She just so much more… relaxed recently.”
“You’re calling Mayor Mills relaxed?”
“I’m just saying, she seems to be loosening the leash,” Mary Margaret took the pause to glance thoughtfully at Emma, “Why do you think that is?” She watched as Emma gulped.
“Mary Margaret…”
“Oh for god’s sake, Emma! Just spill it!” Mary Margaret cried excitedly. Emma sat, mouth agape.
“I-I…”
“Emma, I’m an adult, too. It’s okay if you’re in a relationship with Regina,” Mary Margaret said softly.
“We’re not in a relationship!” Emma said, “Well, not really. It’s more like sex, but… I don’t know. It’s not a relationship.” The teacher sipped her tea.
“So, you’re telling me you don’t feel anything when you’re with her?” Mary Margaret questioned kindly.
“I thought I don’t. But, I’m not so sure anymore. Every time I think we’re getting closer to… I don’t know, something, it feels like we’re right back to square one. Maybe, sometimes I just pretend I don’t feel,” Emma mumbled and looked to the teacher, “I can’t believe I just told you that.” The blonde glanced at the clock.
“Hey, it’s okay. You just…”
“I don’t wanna talk about this. Not now, not ever,” Emma said.
“Emma…”
“I gotta go to work. I’ll… I’ll see you tonight,” Emma said and left, leaving Mary Margaret on her stool.
“Oh, Emma,” the teacher sighed, tasting her tea once again.
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“Hey, you,” Ruby greeted as Emma plopped down on the barstool.
“Hey, yourself. Have fun yesterday?” Emma asked, reaching for the warm mug of hot chocolate. Ruby smiled.
“I’m still trying to figure out which room in town hall I left my panties in,” she laughed.
“Ruby! Please don’t tell me you got laid at a public party,” Emma quipped as Ruby rolled her eyes, “Your grandmother was there!”
“Oh please. Grams, and everyone else there was drunk. No one saw,” Ruby said. Emma raised an eyebrow.
“Or heard,” Ruby added. Emma rubbed her temples.
“Anyway, found out who your mystery Valentine was,” Ruby grinned devilishly, waggling her eyebrows, “How’d you like dancing with Mayor Mills last night?” Emma’s face was priceless, the model picture of shock. Mary Margaret was fine, but Ruby? Whole other story.
“C’mon, Emma. I wasn’t that drunk. Plus, I saw you two making out in the hallway. Way to keep it discreet, Romeo,” Ruby said, “Or… are you Juliet? ‘Cause I could so see Mayor Mills as the feisty one. Oh, I’m getting fantasies… damn, Emma, you are one lucky bitch.” Emma sat there, foam mustache, jaw slackened and eyes burning through Ruby.
“Ruby…” Emma warned, lowering her voice, “I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Save it, Emma. It’s not that hard to put it all together. You two are so hooking up, I can tell. There’s still fire, believe me. I’m just not convinced it’s as intense as it used to be. Don’t worry, though. Your secret’s safe with me. My lips are sealed,” Ruby said, pretending to zip her lips closed just to prove her point.
“As much as I would appreciate it, Ruby,” Emma started, throwing money on the counter and standing to leave. “There’s nothing going on between me and Mayor Mills. And I don’t know about her, but the whole arguing thing is getting old. I like seeing Henry, and I don’t wanna piss the mayor off. I’m not screwing up my relationship with my son over her. She’s not worth it,” Emma blurted, “See ya, Ruby.” And with that, Emma strolled out the door.
Regina leaned against the wall, and bit back the sobs. She had just entered through the back entrance and made her way through the halls when she heard Emma’s voice. Deciding to eavesdrop, Regina slinked into the shadows and listened. She’s not worth it… Emma seemed so harsh when she said it, and it stung. Regina should’ve cared less. After all, when did she care about anyone’s happiness, besides her own. And Henry. She only wanted Henry to be happy. But hearing the words come from the blonde’s mouth struck a chord.
She should’ve lowered her expectations. In fact, when had she raised them? That wasn’t right. Especially for Emma Swan, the woman who brought Henry into this world. This was all definitely getting too complicated. Still, the words echoed in her mind. She’s not worth it…
Regina felt numb as she stormed her way to the front entrance. “Mayor Mills!” Ruby grinned widely, showing off her brilliant white teeth, “What can I get y-oh my god, are you crying?” Ruby’s smile faded as she saw watery eyes. Regina stopped cold and composed herself with lightning speed before turning to face the waitress.
“Does it look like I’m crying to you?” Regina snapped. Ruby’s eyes went wide. Regina’s eyes weren’t even red.
“I-I’m sorry, I thought… it… it was a mistake. S-sorry,” she quivered. Regina gave her a curt nod before resuming her walk.
“Crying… as if,” Regina snorted for effect and looked around. Seeing no one, she slipped into an alley. Only then did she allow herself several tears.
Regina’s heels clicked softly as she walked across the hospital floor. Flowers in hand, she tried her best to keep her face blank. She quietly opened and closed the door to the private room she had reserved for Emma. She deposited the flowers carefully in the vase on the bedside table.
“Swan,” she said, addressing the blonde, “I hope you liked your homecoming turnout. We scrambled to do the best we could. I’m so happy you’re back home. So are the others. Snow is supposed to come later today with James. I wish you were here, I have so much to tell you. Life is so painful to go through now without you by my side. I’m not allowing Henry to visit you just yet. He’s gone through so much, and he’s been struggling to cope. Honestly, I think he was kind of glad to not visit today. I think he’s scared, which is understandable. Don’t worry though, I’m sure he’ll be here by the end of the week. Our poor boy is so fragile, he misses his momma. I miss my wife. Emma, we need you back with us. I wanted to tell you I’m sorry. I let you go too easily, and now, you’re on the brink of death. I wish you would wake up, and look at me with your beautiful green eyes and tell me you love me. Because I know you do. Even though you’re not here, I can still feel it, it’s just not as strong,” Regina paused, inhaling deeply.
“Give me a sign. Let me know you’re still here somehow,” Regina murmured, grasping Emma’s limp hand. The brunette stared at Emma’s face, waiting. She sighed.
“Okay, well. I have to go pick Henry up. I’ll visit you again tomorrow. I love you, Emma. Welcome back home,” Regina said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. As she walked out, she stole one last glance over her shoulder, tears in her eyes.
A Few Hours Before…
The ambulance turned the corner and parked in front of the Storybrooke Hospital. There was a large group of people awaiting them.
“That’s new. Never seen such a big crowd,” the driver said, rolling the window down.
“Small town. Everyone knows everyone,” Regina said, sauntering over to the driver’s window.
“Or, a very popular patient,” the man replied.
“That works, too,” Regina said, smiling slightly. The driver nudged the door open and hopped out of his seat.
“So I’m guessing she’s pretty well known?”
“Oh, you have no idea. One of our finest and most beloved,” the mayor declared. The driver glanced around at the dejected faces of the townspeople and his heart broke a little.
“Well, then except my sincerest condolences and apologies,” he said genuinely.
“Yeah, well I don’t think words will wake her up, now will they?” Grumpy shouted angrily.
“Leroy!” Regina said, addressing the man by his Storybrooke name. The fairy tale town still had an image to keep up, if they wanted to their closely guarded secret to remain confidential.
“No, I understand. Hearing this from a complete stranger isn’t really convincing. But we all must hold onto hope, am I right?” he said smiling. Regina nodded, unshed tears threatening to fall. She looked up at the kind man.
“Thank you. So much. Even if it’s not visible on the surface, your concern means the world to the people who love her,” Regina swallowed, gesturing to the gathering.
“Some of you might wanna turn away, the boys and I gotta take her out of the ambulance,”the driver said. The back doors opened and two younger men carefully removed Emma’s cot from the truck. A collection of somber weeps rang through the air as the still body came into view.
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“Regina?” Emma screamed, “Henry?” She ran as hard as she could, dodging trees left and right. “Regina! Henry!” Jumping over a log, she continued at a fast pace, but all Emma could see was tree after tree. She pushed her way through the dense forest until she saw a clearing up ahead. She must’ve just been in the Storybrooke forest. Smiling in relief, she sprinted the rest of the way and tumbled out of the trees until she hit a dirt road. Emma heard a low, rumbling noise and she whipped her head around wildly, searching for the sound’s source.
Suddenly, a procession of horses hooked up to a carriage and men in black armor came into view, headed right at Emma.
“What the hell…” Emma breathed and she leaped out of the way, just in time.
“Hey!” Emma shouted at the procession and it stopped. The door to the carriage swung open and a dark figure emerged.
“Hi, could you help me…” Emma’s words trailed off as she realized who the figure was. A bright smile lit up her face.
“Regina!” Emma cried, rushing up to hug the woman, “Oh my god, I’m so glad I found you!” Regina yelped at the contact. Emma stepped back, hands clutching the brunette’s arms gently. Emma looked Regina over. She wore an outfit made of leather, a round hat with a feather, and her hair was much longer and curled.
“What’s… what’re you wearing? What’s all this?” Emma asked, her excitement faltering when she noticed the empty look in her supposed wife’s eyes.
“Regina?” Emma murmured softly. The woman’s tore herself away from the blonde, outraged.
“How dare you touch me? Do you know who I am?” Regina spat, wiping herself off.
“I… I-I”
“What are you doing in my forest?” Regina interrogated, her tone poisonous.
“Hey, if this is a game… it’s not funny,” Emma warned.
“You think your life is a game? Then consider it game over,” Regina said, waving the guards over. They drew their swords and advanced on the blonde. Emma’s throat ran dry.
“Wait! Regina, it’s me!” Emma shouted, clutching the brunette, “It’s me, it’s Emma!”
Her eyes welled up, and she searched Regina’s for signs of recognition, but they drew a blank.
“Regina?” Emma pleaded, her eyes stinging, “Don’t you remember me? Don’t you remember us?”
“Guards, seize her!” Regina snarled. The armored men closed in on her, gripping her arms firmly. Emma struggled, thrashing wildly like a fish out of water.
“Regina! Don’t do this!” Emma screamed.
Emma stopped fighting the men and stared into the woman’s soul, making Regina shudder. “Tell me you remember,” Emma begged, “Please.”
