Author's Note: So probably like everyone else, I've lost my ever-lovin'-mind over this finale and this will be the start of a long fic that WILL FUCKING END IN OUTLAWQUEEN! What you won't find here: SQ or Marian/Robin, so if either are your ships, get the hell out. This was written quick and dirty and stream of consciousness so any mistakes are mine and the title may change. I just needed something for now. I'm so pissed and sad and aching over that finale I had to write SOMETHING. So here's the start of the fix to fix the atrocity of those last two minutes. Oh, yeah, and Elsa DOES NOT come through the portal, because I don't want to deal with that. PLEASE R&R. And without further ado:

Regina couldn't look at them. She couldn't stand looking at Emma. Or the Charmings. And she certainly couldn't watch Robin reunite with his wife. She wanted to kill Emma for bringing back this woman, Robin Hood's dead wife. She was just like her mother, completely oblivious to the consequences and harm she caused wherever she went. She could feel the tears welling up and she'd be damned to hell if she let anyone, much less one of them, see her cry. Without a glance in his direction, she swiftly exited the diner and began to walk home. Her car was right around the corner, but she wasn't sure if she could handle driving right now. Walking seemed the better choice.

The look on his face when he'd seen her, Marian, his wife…it had been a mix of surprise and elation and her fucking mind kept replaying their reunion in her head. Watching them hug and he kiss herand Roland, that sweet little boy she'd almost begun to think of as her own, call her Mama and rush into her arms….

Crossing her arms tightly around her middle, as if that would muffle the piercing heat in her chest, she continued stalking toward home. Her heart felt like it'd been ripped out of her chest, but it wasn't. It was still there, thudding and beating and she could feel the ache, the intense pain radiating out from that space. After all this time, she'd finally begun to heal, to let go of Daniel and his loss and try to start anew with Robin, a man that damn moth had said would be her soulmate….

And now, here she was. Alone. As always.

Always destined to be alone.

Villains don't get happy endings. The memory was painful.

It looked like her statement from last year was coming true. As happy as she was that Henry was staying in town, she couldn't allow herself to really feel that. It was overshadowed by a dark cloud that had ripped away what she'd fought so hard for. She'd been so close to happiness and she'd begun to feel a measure of something she'd not felt since before Daniel died: peace.

So elusive and yet just there, ready for her to grab it. For the longest, it had eluded her and then she'd had it within reach…and she had made that leap of faith, hope and trust and reached for it. And he'd caught her. He'd been there and they'd started this and now it was in ruins.

Finally, Regina reached her home and magicked her way into the house, not sure if her hands would be steady enough to manually unlock a door. She pressed her body against it, closing it resolutely and shut her eyes, finally allowing the tears to rush to the surface and break free. Everything in her collapsed in pain and Regina melted into the floor, uncaring that her Versace dress was getting dusty or that her coat was going to get wrinkled. Everything she'd worked for, everything she'd…

Regina had opened her heart.

For the first time in decades. She'd opened her heart for the first time in decades and had it squashed. Like a bug. Like she wasn't worth it. The pain radiated outward and it felt like everything was on fire. Her lungs. Her heart. Her chest. Head. Everything hurt.

Pulling herself up, she stumbled up the steps and into the living room. Blinked and took in the empty wine glasses on the floor, a cold hearth all that greeted her. A stark reminder of everything that she'd lost. Rage bubbled up and she stalked over to the table, swiping off the glasses into the fire and shattering them. The wine bottle she threw across the room and red wine streaked across the wall like blood.

A beautiful reflection of her mood.

She neither wanted, nor needed, any reminders of him in her home. She couldn't take it. With that in mind, Regina swept through the house, searching for anything that reminded her of Robin, and surprisingly she found quite a lot. One of his arrows. A pair of socks he'd left overnight. An extra pair of boots. Last night's dinner she threw out immediately. When all of that was either trashed or burned with her magic, Regina climbed the stairs and into her bedroom, stripping off her clothes and changing into a nightgown, black and as dark as her mood. Casting a spell under her breath, she enchanted her home, just in case anyone decided to come looking for her. She was in no way in the mood for any visitors.

She tumbled into her bed and was instantly assailed by his scent, sandalwood, musk, and forest and a fresh bout tears rushed past her defenses. It was on the pillow his head had laid, the sheets smelled of him, of them, and Regina's mind conjured heartbreakingly beautiful images of the two of them in bed, making love. A sobbing wail keened from her throat at the loss and her heart ached painfully. She couldn't handle this, it, everything. She reached in and forcefully removed her heart, floating it to a small box on her dresser, and immediately the pain diminished.

For a moment.

And then it came roaring back, only slightly dulled. If not for the fact that she couldn't live without her heart, she'd crush it, it hurt that bad. She moved to wave her hand and rid her sheets of his scent, the lingering phantom heat of his body next to hers, when she thought of a better idea. A forgetting spell. Yes, a spell to forget the last several weeks with him. He'd be just a vague memory. A man who'd helped them defeat a wicked witch. Not a man who had forced her to open her heart, to open herself to him, only to crush her spirit with the resurrection of a long dead wife. Yes, she thought sleepily, a forgetting spell would be the cure for all of her troubles.