It makes me feel uncomfortable how casually the word ‘nigga’ is used on social media. I see it every day, especially if I go anywhere near vine… You may dismiss my view as I am white and have obviously never been subjected to racism but I just don’t think that Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks and…
"You know those people in the movies? They’re best friends. They’re always together and they’re so in love, but they don’t know it?"
Maura nods uncertainly. She doesn’t watch many romantic comedies. Still, there’s something familiar about this narrative.
this is so perfect
Do you ever watch scenes with young Regina and just get irrationally angry and over protective and just kinda want to destroy everyone that tricked and deceived her and manipulated her life and destroyed that innocent beauty for their own disgusting selfish gains? Anyone..
Continuation of Season 2 ep 21, obviously this is with an alternate ending so slightly AU.
Chapter One: Falling
Regina lay there, scowling at the man who had decided to torture her for what she had done. She’d just told him that his father was dead, rather enjoyed it actually. She watched the initial horror and then his face grow red with anger. He turned up the dial impossibly further and switched it on once again, taking pleasure in watching Regina’s body convulse.
“Now you are never going to hurt anybody ever again!” He shouted. The sound of gunshots surprised him; he flicked a switch to make the electric shocks continue and then ran out of the room, shielding his head from the gunshots as he went.
“Oh my god!” Mary Margaret screamed. “Make it stop David!” Mary Margaret, Emma and David had just arrived at the scene; Neal had gone the other way in an attempt to block them if they ran. Emma stared in horror as Regina’s body was frozen in the air, the electricity powering through her body, her eyes were bloodshot. She looked close to death. Emma was fixated in shock.
“How do I turn this thing off?!” David shouted, desperately scanning his eyes over all of the switches and buttons in front of him.
“The dial, turn the dial down!” His wife shouted. After a moment he managed to do so and Regina’s body collapsed. They ran over to the former mayor and started undoing the restraints. Emma pulled at the one around her stomach, with great effort, undoing it. She then went to do Regina’s left arm and by the time she was done Mary Margaret and David had finished the rest also.
“What the fuck did Regina do to deserve that?” Emma said, exasperated with shock.
“Emma, language.” Mary Margaret scolded her. “We’ll have to find that out later, our priority right now is keeping her alive.”
“She’s unconscious.” David commented. “She looks like she’s about to die.
“She can’t die- she- what about Henry?” Emma stuttered in shock. David pulled one of Regina arms over his shoulder and Emma put her other over hers. They lifted her off the table and started briskly walking towards the exit of the building, Regina legs hanging limply as they mostly carried her. Mary Margaret worriedly jogged behind them.
“We seriously need to get her to a hospital now if she has any chance of surviving.” Mary Margaret said worriedly.
“I know.” David responded. “We’re going as fast as we can. Em, I’ll lift her over my shoulder in a fireman’s lift, that way I can run. It will get her out of here faster” He told her firmly. She nodded and helped guide Regina’s body onto his as they carried on speedily walking through the dark hallways. He put her body over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift and then began to run. Mary Margaret and Emma quickened their pace and kept up just behind him.
They were going so fast they didn’t realise the wide swirling portal, which had just emerged centimetres away from their feet. In that split second before they fell, Emma noticed Henry turn the corner in front of them. She had no idea how he’d gotten there or who had brought him here but she didn’t have time to question it as she was now falling down a deep, dark purple portal. She could see David and Regina in the air falling just a metre in front of her. He was no longer carrying Regina but he had hold of her sleeve and he was determined not to let go. Emma could also feel her mother close behind her, occasionally grabbing at her clothes as an attempt to keep her close.
Emma squeezed her eyes shut as the force of the wind was starting to burn them. She just didn’t want to lose her family again, they’d been separated from each other too much and she’d been separated from so many families already, she didn’t know if she could handle losing one more.
“Woahhhhh!” Emma heard someone yell above them. She opened her eyes, it was Henry’s voice. He must have seen them all fall in and made a careless but understandable decision to go in after them and to be together. His family had spent so much time apart, relentlessly finding one another. Maybe it was time for the family to stick together, Regina and all. She’d always been close by and the bad she caused seemed to always have a silver lining, no matter how horrendous it was.
Suddenly everything went black and within a second, everyone was lying in a heap in the middle of a lounge. Henry was at the top as he was the last to enter the portal. He quickly jumped off of whoever he was laying on and looked at them all and their faces of discomfort.
David eased his leg out from the pile and stood up. He leaned down and helped Mary Margaret up so that she was standing beside him. They both had mirroring looks of concern etched on their faces.
Emma’s body was sprawled across Regina’s and she quickly moved off, then turning the former evil queen’s body over so that she was face up. She was still unconscious and looking extremely worse for wear.
“What happened to my mom?” Henry outburst in shock, running over. “Why-why does she look like that?” The rims of Regina’s eyes were dark red and despite being unconscious, her body was lightly shaking.
“Henry.” As Emma was kneeling up, she was already at his eye level. “Some bad people hurt your mom today and she’s not doing so good. But we’re going to look after her and it’s gonna get better soon. Okay, kid?”
Henry nodded. “Was it Greg and Tamara who hurt her?” He asked worriedly. He looked at his adoptive mother on the floor and how awful she looked. He felt a wave of guilt flow through him.
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“They were after me.” Henry said with despair. “I think this is all my fault.”
“No, no kid. This is something personal between them. It’s not your fault Henry. I promise you. Why do you think that they were after you?” Emma asked whilst leaning down to Regina and checking her pulse.
“I don’t know, I never found out because Neal protected me so well.”
“Neal? What? Where is he? I thought he went the other way?” Emma asked quickly, confusion evident in her voice.
“He fought Tamara. She shot at him a lot but he got her good too. He got shot in the arm and then Tamara threw down a magic bean and Neal fell down the portal.” Henry said with tears of panic forming in his eyes. “I tried to run away to get help but then I heard your footsteps and you turned that corner so fast- and you all fell down. I didn’t know what to do but I knew I didn’t want be alone here so I jumped in after you.” He explained.
“So Neal’s here?” Emma said with confusion. “Why isn’t he where we are? We all stayed together.”
Mary Margaret walked over to them and placed a hand on Emma’s shoulder. “The portals are based on what you think about when you’re falling through them. We’re here because someone thought about this place.” She told them both whilst looking around the large, auburn painted room. It had large dusty portraits of presumably the past owners of the house dotted around the room and an empty fireplace behind them. There was a green velvet sofa in front of them and a dark, light exposure stained coffee table in front of it. The house looked old and neglected, like it hadn’t been occupied for a number of years, yet it still had a homely sense to itself. Like many families had carried out happy lives here over the decades.
“Are we in the EnchantedForest?” David asked while looking around the room they had been brought to. “It looks rather modern.”
“I’m not sure.” Mary Margaret responded whilst walking over to a covered window. She pulled the thick velvet curtains apart and glanced at their surroundings outside. “There’s nothing but acres of long grassy land.”
In the meantime, Emma realised what her priorities were and brought her attention back to Regina. She saw what an uncomfortable looking position her body was in and glanced at the comfy looking couch. She leant down and picked up Regina carefully with a strain. Regina wasn’t a heavy woman but it was still a difficult job to be doing it on her own. She pulled her over to the couch, Regina’s feet scraping against the floor beneath her. She eased the top half of her body down onto it and then picked up her legs, swinging them over so her whole body was occupying the sofa. She grabbed a nearby cushion and put it beneath her head, making sure it was at a comfortable angle. After this was done and once she was fairly satisfied, turned back to Mary Margaret and David and began listening to their conversation again. Henry watched Emma do all of this silently with appreciation and then reaffirmed his attention back to Snow and Charming just like Emma had.
“You know those trees are similar to those of the Enchanted forest but I have never seen those flowers before and those shrubs…-”
Emma soon got tired of this seemingly pointless comparison. It didn’t matter precisely where they were. The bottom line was that they weren’t in Stroybrooke anymore. Isn’t that all that everyone needed to know for now? It pissed her off that Regina had been severely electrified and only she and Henry seemed to remotely care.
“Henry, why don’t we leave them to it and go and take care of Regina properly in another room. She needs to be resting in a bed anyway.” Emma told him.
“Okay, shall we go and find somewhere first, or shall we just bring her with us?” He asked.
“It would be smarter to find somewhere first. We don’t want to cause her any more unnecessary pain while we’re looking for a room around this big old house.” She explained. He nodded and they set off across the room and opened one of the doors leading out from it. They were met with a wide hallway and four more closed doors around the edges. At the end of the hall was a broad wooden staircase. Emma looked at the magnificent building with admiration: back when it was new, this place would have been absolutely stunning. That much was clear.
“Why don’t we try upstairs, Emma? There’s likely to be more bedrooms up there.” Henry suggested. Emma nodded and they jogged up the creaky staircase until they reached the upstairs landing.
Emma looked around for a moment and then quickly directed herself to another hallway. She stopped in front of a door and turned to speak to Henry whom had just caught up with her. “Okay… How about this one? There’s a bathroom just across the hall so it should be suitable.”
“How do you know there’s a bathroom there? It could just be another bedroom.” Henry questioned.
“No, it’s a bathroom.” Emma repeated.
”Okay…” Henry decided not to push on it further. For some reason, his mother just knew. That was rather odd. He’d bring it up again later.
Emma stopped still and looked at Henry again. She noticed something peeking over his shoulders. “Hey kid, you’re wearing a backpack!”
“Yes, I have been the whole time.” He smiled at her unnecessary excitement.
“Well what do you have in there?” Emma asked curiously.
“Umm, I thought we’d be searching for Regina like we were on some kind of spy mission so I brought all the essentials. I have a torch, snacks, an energy drink, a penknife, some rope and my book. And-… -no I think that’s pretty much it.” Henry nodded confidently.
“Is it a book or the book?” Emma asked and then looked at him with a confused expression. “Wait a minute, did you say penknife?”
“It is the book. I don’t know why I brought it. I guess I just like to keep it close as much as possible. I don’t want any of the wrong people getting their hands on it. And the penknife is for the people that try to.”
“You brought the penknife with the intention of stabbing someone with it?!” Emma spurted out with a displeased tone.
“Well mom’s got powers, you’re the saviour. What exactly do I have to defend myself?”
“Touché, but I’m not going to let you carry a penknife around Storybrooke!”
“We’re not in Stroybrooke.”
“Well you’re not having a knife on you! That’s crazy! Me and your mom will be having stern words with you later. Let me look after it, I don’t like you having it.” She said sternly.
“Fineeee.” He sighed but nodded anyway. He picked out the penknife from his bag and handed it to her. He shrugged, not thinking anything of it. “Okay, this room for my mom?” He asked, pointing at the one Emma had suggested.
Emma opened the door and they both stepped into a large bedroom. This obviously wasn’t the biggest bedroom of the house but it definitely wasn’t small to say the least. There was a double bed in the centre with what looked to be freshly made sheets. They would have been at least a year old but the bed was extremely clean and it looked like the pristine sheets had never encountered any human contact before.
Emma nodded with satisfaction at the room. “Yes, this is perfect.” She nodded. Henry agreed. It was a truly beautiful room, one that could easily have belonged to a princess, or a queen.
Regina, Emma, David, MM and Henry fall down a swirling portal and emerge in a peculiar manor house after they have just rescued Regina from Greg’s torture. With Regina’s condition deteriorating, Emma takes her into her care with love and honesty. With confessions and confinement, they bond more so than they could have ever have imagined. SwanQueen, Multichapter.