Outlaw Queen. I promise a happy ending on the horizon. Probably. Two-shot plus. What do you think? I can make this long or short... I'd love to hear your predictions, responses, or any other comments!

Thanks for trying out my brand of fiendish OQ drama! Angst, tears, and all that jazz... Enjoy the show!

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ONE

"Don't marry him!"

Echoes of Robin's shouting tore through the room and through Regina's existence. Was she hearing correctly? Was she dreaming? This wasn't real… right?! It couldn't be!

A year had passed. One year since she and Robin had reunited. That time when they had been separated, when he had been in New York in Marian… It had been the worst of Regina's life. No matter what pain and abuse Regina had suffered and survived in her long life of loneliness, it could not compare to that separation from Robin. Because being left alone to deal with a never-ending darkness that you know is one thing. Being thrust into the newness of love and light and hope and then being thrown to the wayside to watch that happy ending being given to another – another woman that your man loved, with all his heart – is a completely different thing. A whole other level of soul-sucking misery. So when Rumple came through for Regina for once in both of their miserable lives, and they were able to combine knowledge and magic to provide a cure to the Ice Queen's curse over Marian, Regina got everything back. Robin had come back to her. With Marian in tow, but still. Robin had proclaimed his dark queen as his choice the day he had left Storybrooke, and that choice had stuck even as he returned months later with Marian. He had returned to Regina and her arms and her bed. Their hearts and souls were one.

So what was she seeing now?

"This isn't right! You're my wife!"

He was yelling once more.

"ROBIN…"

That tortured gasp was exhaled by the bride. Marian.

Regina couldn't in all honesty decide who was more tortured. The poor groom, her reformed friend Jefferson? Marian, the bride whose glow had been stolen by a haunting of the past? Perhaps it was Robin? His voice certainly carried enough desperation to win the popular vote. As for herself, Regina was the onlooker who was increasingly realizing her role as the collateral damage in this train wreck of a wedding.

"Marian!" Robin brushed against Regina's legs and strode out of the row and up the aisle. In a hurry from one woman to another.

This is real. Regina swallowed, the lining of her throat feeling like a gritty, unforgiving sandpaper, trying to scrape up the contents of her quickly turning stomach.

"Robin! What are you doing?"

Marian turned to and fro, frantically searching for something and nothing in the eyes of her guests. For a moment, her eyes stopped on the beloved face of her groom. But she was too guilty. Her face flushed with a mysterious shame. Snapping her neck with certain whiplash, she faced down the source of her problems.

He bellowed, "What am I doing? What are YOU doing?"

"I am getting married," Marian barked, her voice resounding with self-assuredness and a tinge of rebuke. "I am marrying Jefferson. You have known this for months, Robin. The whole town has been helping me for quite a while so that Jefferson and I could have this perfect day. This is the start of our lives together, and you're ruining it!"

Regina was shocked at Marian's snappishness. She certainly found it an appropriate response, but the behavior was worthy of herself – Madam Mayor. Not the supposed-to-be meek, graceful, kind, and unassuming Maid Marian. It was odd to see Robin and Marian this way, in the way that Regina and Robin interacted. The Sherwood couple was not volatile. They were a fairytale. They had always been the picture of the ideal divorced couple – like the Charmings but not together. So where did this come from? When had their relationship become so…

Passionate? The demon in Regina's voice spoke out with mocking clarity. Thin line between love and hate, you know… But Robin had never hated Marian. Fairytales are full of perfect love. Surely it doesn't die with a temporary death if that love is the stuff of legends.

Thankfully, the ruckus at the front brought Regina's tormented mind back to the present. Front and center. One angry bride and one challenging other man, at your service!

"I'm not ruining it. I'm fixing everything. This is wrong. You are wrong because he is wrong for you!" Robin snarled.

"He is what is right for me! You broke my heart, and I found happiness. Sit back down, or leave this place!" Marian was not standing for this. Her tone and demeanor meant business.

"I will not leave. Not without you! We must talk. I am not leaving – not without you, Milady."

Stab me in the heart! Robin was calling his ex-wife by her name. Robin always called Regina this generality of a title that had become a term of endearment to her, but now he was begging his former wife with that name.

Regina held her breath. There was still a chance. He still had a chance to make this right. He could just be decrying the character of Jefferson. That'd be irrational but still somewhat salvageable. He could still sit down or cool off outside. It could still turn out all right. As for her, she still had a chance. She still had a chance not to cry in this service. A chance not to stab him in the face.

"I CANNOT LEAVE! Please, Robin," the bride pleaded tearfully.

Why can't she just ignore him? Why is she so emotional? What is THIS? What in the name of Sherwood has been going on between them?!

"Marian," Robin spoke her name beseechingly, grasping her small hands and drawing them to his chest. "Marian."

The whole audience watched the tender, deeply personal look that was shared between the former spouses. It felt as though they had intruded into an intimate scene not meant to be seen by others. This was not a wedding. Not anymore. But this was certainly something. The groom, who?

"Robin." Marian pulled one of her hands out of his grasp and traced the firm edges of his jaw with the touch of a lover.

"I love you, sweetest." Robin knelt and wrapped his arms around his lady in white's waist. He basked in the warmth of all that was her and what he was losing on this day. How could he let her go? "I love you for always."

On the tenth row, someone had been forgotten. A soul mate. A beautifully broken, raven-haired woman who was watching her dreams shatter.

"Regina, you have nothing to worry about. Marian is my past. You are all I need now. With Roland, of course. You are my family. We are a family. Besides, Marian is dating Jefferson. No need to worry. I've let her go."

Regina remembered the lie he had spoken. She remembered, and she hurt. Rising from her seat in distress, she nearly jumped over Archie (sitting at the end of the row) and sprinted to the door. Every eye paying attention – not including the two at the altar who were enraptured with each other – mused at the horror of what was causing the Queen to break her superior control and calm. She closed the distance to the exit, gripped the handle of the imperious oak door, and slipped out as quickly and quietly as possible.

Marian stepped back.

Robin pulled at her waist gently, trying to reel her back in.

Marian would not be deterred. There was someone else.

"So you have remembered me?" Jefferson broke up the lovefest with his acerbic statement.

"Jefferson-"

"Why do I feel like this day was a bad idea? We're not getting married, are we?"

"Don't say that. Nothing final. I need to talk to Robin. I loved you enough to agree to marry you, so if you love me, wait. If not, well… I just need to talk to Robin."

Marian truly did feel terrible about this whole ordeal. But there was so much left unsaid between her and Robin. So much they had neglected to deal with long ago. So many feelings. So much history. So much love. Today was the day.

She had regretfully called a halt on her wedding, but she needed to do it. She twisted to face her groom and pecked his cheek.

"IS THAT THE KISS-OFF?!" Leroy's untactful – or was it drunken? – shout carried from somewhere in the back. Robin, too, wondered if that kiss-of-death cheek kiss was a goodbye. Didn't a soon-to-be husband get a full, passionate kiss?

"Robin."

Marian called forth her archer. Linking hands, they marched down the aisle.

"Roland, give your mama and I a while. You can go home with Snow and David."

Robin met Snow White's eyes as if looking for permission. She glared, a fact that went over his head, but he took her hesitant nod as a go-ahead.

"Papa!"

Attention went to the young boy.

"I want to go home with Regina instead!" Roland wailed.

REGINA!

"But she left without me!" Roland began to sniffle, and Snow took him in her arms.

She left…? A sense of dread slowly descended upon the outlaw. His face turned chalky white.

Roland cried in the background. Snow and Marian's hushes alternated in a soothing pattern. The smattering of whispered gossip wafted through the room. But Robin was slapped in the face by reality. Reality had knocked his dreams off their porcelain pedestal, in the same heartbreaking way Regina's had been obliterated only moments ago. Only his dreams had caused hers to die.

What have I done?