A/N: So obviously I don't own these characters at all, that's all Adam and Eddie. This is my first fic in a while, I'm a bit rusty, I'm not sure how many chapters this will be, maybe one or two, we'll see how far my imagination goes, but I doubt I'll be entering in to Season 4 territory! I don't know, I just had such a strong head canon when I was rewetting the other day, of Regina and Hook being friends and him being there for her when Marian came back and Robin being ridiculously jealous. Eh.
Regina blinked open her eyes, squinting against the must have forgotten to close the curtains. She stretched and yawned, pulling herself in to a sitting position. It was going to be a lovely day, perhaps she and Robin…suddenly it all came flooding back. The Diner, Emma wanting to introduce her to someone….a small voice saying "mama"….the look on Robin's face when he said "Marian", the way he said Marian….Robin rushing to Marian and hugging her, forgetting all about Regina. She'd turned and speed walked from the Diner, spine straight, with as much dignity as she could. Then being stopped outside and being called a…..a….a monster, by Marian.
A monster she may have been, but she wasn't that person anymore, and it hurt to be branded that after so long trying to be the best she can be. Her thoughts and taken a dark turn, would she always be a monster to these people? That's all they ever seem to think of her, after all, whenever anything bad happens she's always the first suspect. People's opinions would never change, she had been fooling herself. And so on and so on. She couldn't get away fast enough, from Robin, from Marian, from Emma...from her thoughts.
Every time she thought she was finally getting her happy ending, every time she was truly happy, one Charming or another took it all away from her. She wondered if it had every occurred to these so called heroes,that all they do is take and take and take from everyone to obtain and maintain their happy endings. To keep their hero status. Emma had been warned repeatedly about changing things, but Emma thinks she knows best. She knows nothing. Only she would decide to bring someone from the past back to the present.
The old her would have been fuelled by rage, would have blasted Emma with a fireball or perhaps had her flayed alive, but the new Regina….the new Regina couldn't do that to Henry, and the new Regina just felt devastated…heartbroken. Regina had made it back to the house before she broke down crying. She had sobbed her way up the stairs, and then cried herself to sleep, a blissfully dream free sleep. Unfortunately she had to wake up sometime.
Regina flopped back on to the bed. Thinking about it, she was overdue some time off from her duties as Mayor, so she had no reason to get up. Just as Regina started to make herself comfortable again, someone started pounding on the door. "Of course…." she groaned as she heaved herself out of bed. Regina stomped down the stairs, and threw open the door. "Fantastic…the one handed wonder. I suppose you're here to make sure I won't flay your girlfriend" she sneered. Hook was leaning against the door smirking at her, "No need to be like that your majesty, you and I both know you won't do that. As one reformed villain to another, I thought you might like some company" he smiled cheerfully.
Internally sighing Regina rolled her eyes to the sky, "We are not friends, pirate" she gritted out. "Oh, but we could be, like I said….reformed villains and all that" he said as he stepped through the doorway before Regina could slam it closed. Clearly he wasn;t going to give up and Regina just didn't have any fight left in her at this point. Regina checked the time, 1pm….well it's 5 o'clock somewhere she reasoned, as she headed down the hallway towards the kitchen and the bottle of wine she had stashed in her cupboard, that she was getting the feeling she was really going to need, as Hook followed after her.
Regina flung open the cupboard and grabbed the bottle while Hook settled himself on a stool behind her. Grabbing a glass, she placed both on the table, while the pirate raised an eyebrow at her. "What?!" she snarled at him. All previous good mood feelings had vanished as soon as the memories of the previous night came crashing back and she had a headache forming. Hook cocked his head to the side and looked at her. "If you want to have a drink, there's no better drinking buddy than a pirate. I would suggest that perhaps we should first go to Granny's for a spot of lunch, then on to the Rabbit Hole? Take it from someone who's spent centuries in taverns drinking away his pain…drinking on an empty stomach will not get you far"
Regina just stared at him. "What makes you think I want a drinking buddy?"
"Because drinking alone is never any fun, and should you feel the need to talk to someone…you can talk to me! I'd never tell a soul"
Regina stared at him for a few moments, before she started to laugh, "Your girlfriend is the one responsible for any heavy drinking I might do, and you think I want to pour my heart out to her boyfriend?!" Regina guffawed, then finally started to compose herself. Hook just sighed and rolled his eyes. "Look, you and I both know you need a friend, and I like to think that we have an understanding. Like I keep saying, reformed villains together and all that, and you and I both know what it is to experience the loss of a love, we have a lot in common, don't you think it makes sense for the two of us to become mates?" Hook swallowed, his thoughts briefly straying to Milah.
Regina's slight smirk fell and she just studied his face for a moment or two, from what she could tell, he was sincere, and after their conversation on the ship in Neverland….she had to admit, the two had a few things in common. He was also, unfortunately, very right. Regina doesn't have all that many friends, and anyone she would have been inclined to talk to, where now out of the question. The pirate may be having a romance with the blasted Saviour, but she knew he was a man of his word and anything she where to, perhaps, drunkenly blurt, wouldn't go further than the two of them. Abruptly she started to stalk back down the hall, grabbing her coat as she went. "Granny's it is". Hook scrambled after her, grabbing the bottle of wine as he went. After all, it would have been a shame to waste it.