A/N: Hi! So, I just wanted to say that this did not get in the way of my other updates. I just wanted to play around with Detective Mason (IYMI: JMo's character in SuperFly).
This is a Once Upon a Time and Superfly crossover. I couldn't mark it as such because SuperFly isn't an option on here.. I hope it will be eventually...
Anyway... y'all need to know that Regina is a bit different in this. I had to fit her into this universe and keep her in character which is hard as hell. I wanted to do something different with her. Basically, the warnings are: Regina is an ex-stripper/hooker and she's now a Gentlemen's club owner. She also has a hand in the distribution of drugs. Regina is also a bit younger than canon. Also, Mason comes off a little... well, Mason. I wasn't going to write her OOC to make her seem like Emma... because she is not Emma Swan. I don't even know if I should even call this SQ but I guess it is since Mason and Regina don't have a ship name so I'm borrowing it.
Mentions of:
-Drugs
-Sex
-Violence
-Prostitution (underage as well)
-Language
-There could be spoilers from SuperFly and Once Upon a time as well... idk
Etc.
If you can deal with that, enjoy and if you can't, no worries. I don't own anything and sorry for mistakes.
The Game
Chapter One
The heavy hypnotic music was pulsing throughout the seedy club as the half-dressed bodies gyrated and grinded to the beat. Drinks were being served and expensive bottles were being poured as the applause of pleased patrons filled the air. Money fell from the balconies up above like snow and littered the stage where a few girls were expertly working the poles and owning the stage. She looked up at the young entrepreneurs dressed in expensive designer suits. She made eye contact with one of the older men and gave him a wink before turning her attention to her hardworking girls.
One of her girls caught her eye. She gave her a seductive wink as well. The girl smirked and did an effortless flip on the black pole and slid down upside down. She blew her boss a kiss which received a smirk in response.
Regina observed a moment longer, even check up on her girls working the crowd. Once she was sure that her girls were alright there, she backed away from the stage and headed into the crowd. She gave a few of the male and female patrons nods in greeting. They were all momentarily distracted by her appearance in her red designer dress that fit like a second skin with the plunging neckline and high hem. She chuckled to herself. There was a time when she was dancing on a pole just like those girls and she would have been displeased had a non-dancer stolen her attention like that. That's why she hurried along to the bar to make sure that everything was running smoothly there.
Her girls working the bar appeared to have everything under control despite the enormous crowd at the bar. She gave the place one last sweep with her eyes and figured that everything was in order. At that, she began to head back to her office when she spotted a familiar face in the crowd that she was more than happy to see. She made her way over, her designer heels clicking across the marble floor.
"Hey!" She said as she strolled up to the table. The occupant looked up at her and smiled as soon as he saw her.
"Regina." He got to his feet and opened his arms.
Regina stepped into his arms to embrace him. He gave her a gentle squeeze before pulling away. She looked up at him with a huge smile.
"Look at you!" He said with a smile.
She raised a brow. "Look at me? Priest, look at you."
"I guess we're both grown up."
Regina looked over him in his more than appealing outfit and his more than charming appearance. "I'll say."
He chuckled at her flirtatious tone. Of course, he didn't take it too seriously. That was just her nature. He knew that she was not attracted to him in that way. They shared too many secrets and knew far too much about each other.
The two of them met when they were young and on the streets. Regina was a teen working those very streets for cash and sometimes a place to stay. He was sometimes doing the same but he was in a different line of work than she was.
They became fast friends and began helping each other out. When she needed a place to stay, he would let Regina stay with him. He would sneak her in and let her sleep in his bed while he took the floor. He was not the type of guy to want sex from her. That's why she trusted him enough to let him help her when the johns became aggressive and she needed a break from that life for a day or two.
But their help went both ways whenever he needed cash, she would lend it to him. They had a partnership in a way. He never judged her and that was important to her.
A few years later, Regina met her current business partner then he introduced her to Cora Mills and she gave Regina a place to stay but she still hung out with Priest. Then Regina became pregnant with her son and life separated the two of them. They had no choice but to move on with their lives after that but they kept each other in their minds and their hearts.
"How is your son?" He asked finally. Regina smiled at the mention of her little boy. "He's what, five?"
Regina nodded. She was surprised that he remembered that. "Yes. He just turned five."
Despite him being a complete accident, Henry was her world. Everything she did was for him. She wouldn't even exist if it weren't for him. That's why she will sacrifice and hustle until she was sure that he would be taken care of.
The hustle was something she had been very familiar with. She had been living on the streets since she was ten years old. Her father died and she was left to fend for herself. She had a mother but the woman was a hooker herself and when she was born, she handed her over to the man and was never heard from again. Regina never asked much about her so her father never told. The man worked plenty of odd jobs to keep her clothed and fed. He worked his ass off to make sure that she was comfortable. When she told him that he was working too hard, he always smiled and told her that, 'you always take care of those you love'. He then went on to joke that when she made something of herself, she could take care of him.
She took that seriously and when he died she was devastated. Then her son was born, she named him after the only man she ever truly loved, her father Henry. So in a way she is returning the favor and taking care of him.
"Ah, yeah he just had a birthday." Priest said as he clapped his hands together. "I have to send little man something."
Regina smiled. "We take cash, jewelry, and electronics."
The man laughed then and shook his head. "I knew you were still you deep down regardless of the businesswoman you became."
"Eh." Regina shrugged. "I will always be me. I just have a smaller version of myself depending on me."
"A smaller version of you?" He asked with a raise of his brows. "Damn. I don't think we can take another one of you."
Regina shook head. "I'm trying to teach him to be the opposite of what I am. He will never have to do what I do. That's why I do this. I send him to the best schools, tutors, after-school activities. I want him to have options and eventually college. He'll have a better life than I had."
Priest nodded. He understood Regina better than most. This lifestyle was a means to an end for her. This wasn't who she was. Regina was far deeper than this. "You got this. Fly club, side business. Whatever you want, you'll get."
Regina smirked. "You know me."
"I do." He nodded. "You're a hustler and a survivor, but if you ever need me..."
Regina's smirk blossomed into a smile. "I know." She said stepping forward and hugging him again. She pulled away. "Thank you." She gave his hand a squeeze. "Now, enjoy yourself. Drink, eat, watch."
He nodded with a smile. "Yeah. Sure."
Regina gave his hand another squeeze and stepped back. "I'll be off. Send one of the girls if you need anything." He nodded. "It was nice seeing you."
He took his seat again in front of his plate of food and his drink. He turned to her. "It was nice seeing you, too."
With another smile, Regina stepped away from the table and began heading back to her office. She stopped as one of the waitresses crossed her path. "Sweetheart."
"Yes, Miss Mills?" The girl asked almost innocently.
She pointed to her old friend. "Anything he needs is on the house."
"Yes, Miss." She said with an obedient nod. Regina kissed her cheek and patted her backside, sending her on her way.
The girl gave her a flirtatious smirk over her shoulder as she headed over to another table to take their order. Regina shook her head with a fond smile then set off for her office again.
The club ran smoothly for the evening and she was satisfied. By closing, she was ready to just get home before her son woke up. She slipped out of her office and strolled into the front of the club. She could see her workers finishing up wiping down the tables and moping up. She stopped at the bar and sat on a stool.
She glanced around at her employees. Everyone was present except one. She furrowed her brow and turned to the waitress behind the bar.
"Have you seen Neal?"
The girl shook her head. Regina bit her lip. She hadn't seen him all night. He was supposed to go make a delivery then come right back. It wasn't like him to not check in.
"That's strange." She muttered.
"What's strange?" She heard someone ask from beside her. She glanced over to find Ruby seated beside her.
She met Ruby when she was about sixteen. A little older than Regina was when she began working. She saw something in the young girl and took her off the street, hiring her to mop the floors and organize the backrooms. The girl wanted to dance and Regina wouldn't let her. She still won't.
"Neal never came back," Regina replied.
"Maybe he's with Tamara. You know how they are."
Regina shook her head. "He would have called."
Ruby frowned and pulled out her phone. She checked her calls and texts. "He'll turn up."
"Mmm..." Regina hummed. "I hope so."
She glanced over to where the bouncers were chatting away and joking with her partner, Killian. He seemed unfazed even though he was very close friends with Neal. He actually brought him in and vouched for him. She was skeptical at first but Neal had proven himself to be useful at times.
But since Killian did not seem worried, Regina assumed that he had heard from him. She would ask him about it later. She turned to climb off the stool when she heard a knock at the doors to the club.
"Tell them we're closed. It's nearly four am. I want to get home in time to cook my kid breakfast."
"Yes, Miss." One of the bouncers responded. There was another knock and that time the doors were unlocked and pushed open. Regina began heading back to her office to get her things. There was a bit of murmuring before she heard a voice tinged with a southern accent say, 'I'm looking for the one they call 'the Queen'.'
"What business do you have with her?" She heard Killian ask before she turned around.
There stood a woman in a navy blue flight jacket. She had short blonde hair, fair skin and heavy eye makeup but that was about it. Underneath the jacket that was left open was what appeared to be a navy blue tee shirt and she wore skin-tight jeans. There were black heeled boots on her feet. If it wasn't for the badge draped across her neck, she never would have known that this woman was a detective. The tattoos, although quite attractive threw her.
"We're closed. Come back in the morning and we can all talk." Killian said calmly.
"Dude..." the woman cut him off. "I like your accent. Where are you from, bro?"
"I'm Irish." He said seriously.
The woman laughed. "Nice. I like it. Talk some more."
Regina could see Killian getting frustrated. She's known him long enough to notice when he was angry or irritated. She decided to just handle the detective herself since she had a bit more patience.
"Why don't you come in, Detective?" Regina offered politely.
"Why, thank you, ma'am." The woman said as she stepped inside. She was followed by a much taller man who was carrying a dark-colored duffle bag. The cops looked around the establishment. The woman nodded. "Nice little place you got here. I like all the castle shit. It's like..."
"Medieval." The man added. Which was the case.
The club was designed to look like a castle or an Evil Queen's lair rather, from the throne like seats and chandeliers, to the stone walls and velvet curtains. That was the reason the place was such a hit. It stood out.
"Right." The blonde woman said with a snap of her fingers. "I can dig it." She stuffed her hands into her pockets as her attention shifted back to Regina. Her brows rose when she finally got a good look at her. Her green eyes raked over Regina's body slowly from top to bottom and lingered on her cleavage before wondering up to meet her eyes.
Regina cocked a brow. "I'm glad that you like my place." She said placing her hands on her hips. "Can I offer you anything?" She watched as both of the officers smirked. She cleared her throat. "Hot wings, fries, nachos, drinks..."
"Yes." Said the female cop.
"Yes to what, dear?" Regina asked.
"To all of it." Was the easy response. Regina looked over at the girl behind the counter. She nodded and scampered off.
"Please have a seat." Regina gestured to the stools at the bar.
The cops strolled over to the bar like they owned the place and sat on the stools side by side. The female officer patted the seat beside her for Regina to take it. Regina glanced at Killian. He dipped his head, informing her that he had an eye on her. Regina could take care of herself but it was nice knowing that he had her back. She made her way over to the bar. She took a seat as Killian slipped behind the counter to keep an eye on her.
The female detective looked her over again before her eyes met Regina's. She gave her a salacious grin. "You are gorgeous. What's your real name, Honey?"
Regina fought down the face she wanted to make. She was tempted to give her old stage name 'Roni' but didn't. "Regina." She answered. "Yours?"
"I'm Mason." Said the blonde in reply. "Detective Mason. That's all you need to know, baby." She patted the man's back beside her. "He doesn't exactly matter since you will be dealing with me... personally and only me."
Regina nodded and bit her lip. She gave Killian a side glance. He shared a look with her as he lifted two shot glasses. "Top shelf, Killian." She instructed, always the perfect hostess.
He nodded and grabbed the tequila. He pushed the glasses in front of the officers and began filling them. Mason looked over at Regina. "You aren't drinking with us, Sweetie?"
Regina cleared her throat. "I have to drive and I have things to tend to..."
"Right," Mason said. She threw the shot back and slammed the glass down. She barely reacted to the burn. "Your kid. Uh... Henry, right?"
Regina bristled. "How do you know about him?"
"I have my ways..." was the simple reply. "I know he goes to a private school deep in the city as well... can't be easy."
"What?"
"Single mom, businesswoman. Yet you find the time to still be sexy as fuck," The detective continued. "That's hot."
"Thank you," Regina said as Killian refilled their glasses then set off to make the drinks. "Apple tarts, Killian." She suggested. She turned back to the cops. "It's a house favorite here." The signature apple favored, red and green, frozen drink that featured four different types of alcohol and was served in an apple shaped glass was a hit in the club.
Mason nodded. "So, beautiful lady," the detective began before throwing back her second shot. "I ran into a friend of yours... a Neal Cassidy."
Regina's eyes darted to Killian and the two of them shared a worried look. That's where he's been. She knew that he would keep his mouth shut but that changed a lot. Regina cleared her throat and made a show of crossing her legs to distract the Detective, it worked for a moment because her eyes glanced down and she licked her lips at the sight of Regina's dress riding up her thighs just a tad bit more.
"Neal Cassidy does maintenance around here," Regina said evenly. The detective finally tore her eyes away from Regina's legs for a moment to look her in the eyes and right then she was positive that both cops knew more than they were letting on. "He hasn't come in today so I figured he was taking a sick day."
Detective Mason chuckled as Killian set the drink down in front of her. "That would explain the meds he had in his trunk." She picked it up and examined it, she sniffed it then looked Regina in the eye as she took a long drink, downing nearly half of it. "Not bad." She muttered before licking her lips.
"Oh, well that mystery is solved," Regina muttered. She glanced at Killian and he dipped his head.
The blonde woman chuckled. "But I didn't know that cold medicine came in a white powdery form." She tilted her head. "I didn't know it was sniffable either."
The girl returned from the back with the wings, fries, and nachos on a tray. She quietly sat them down in front of the cops then scampered off again.
"Nyquil is definitely stepping up its game," Killian said. "I'm looking forward to my next cold."
"Same here." Mason agreed picking up a wing. "I bet he stored some here for you guys." She took a bite and groaned at the deliciousness. Regina's breath hitched then and she saw Killian tense as well. "I bet if some of my buddies came to search, we would find some." She smirked before taking another bite. She groaned again.
"With a warrant?" Killian asked with a curious raise of his brow. "You can search for whatever you like. Hell, you can search Gina's cleavage for all we care."
Regina shot him a glare and he shrugged. She rolled her eyes at him. "My partner is right. I say you get a warrant."
Mason nodded slowly. "Why, so you can hide all of the evidence?" She snorted. "How stupid do you think I am, Darlin'?"
"I don't think you are stupid, Detective," Regina answered calmly. "I just know that you wouldn't want to break the law."
"The law?" The detective snickered and so did the man beside her. "I am the law, baby. I can easily say I was following a lead and ended up here. Whose word would they take, yours or mine?"
Regina pressed her lips together and inhaled then exhaled to suppress her anger. "You got me, Detective Mason." She sighed and rubbed her forehead. "What do you want?"
"Besides you?" The woman asked off the bat.
Regina nodded. "I'm not for sale."
The detective pouted. "Oh baby, I'm not buying you. I just want a little of your time. We don't have to fuck or anything."
Regina sighed deeply. "As tempting as that sounds... I don't mix business with pleasure."
The detective nodded. "All business then, huh, princess? Okay." She smirked. "The only thing I love more than some real nice exotic pussy is a good payday. I feel like you and I could be partners. We would go real nice together."
Regina raised a brow nearly matching Killian's expression exactly. "I already have a partner."
"But I come with perks, babe," Mason said. "Heads up on raids and patrols. I could keep the department off your pretty little tail. I can protect you, baby."
"I can take care of myself." Regina snapped.
"I bet you can. You've been doing well for yourself. Staying under the radar. Keeping things hushed." Mason said almost seriously. "I'm impressed. That's why I want to get into bed with you both literally and figuratively."
"Oh, such a big word for a cerda."
Mason laughed. "I'm going to pretend that you didn't call me a stupid pig."
Regina glared. "Make me an offer so, that I can say no and I can go home."
"And where is Neal?" Killian demanded.
"I want half of everything you make," Mason answered. She began lowering her hand to Regina's thigh and when she didn't receive a rejection or any resistance she placed it on her knee. "You're so soft, fuck." She muttered as she rubbed her thumb over her smooth olive skin.
"Half." Regina snorted and so did Killian.
"I can just arrest both of you for possession. I mean, he will likely go to the precinct but you, baby girl, will end up in cuffs and in the back of my car but you're not going to jail."
Regina wrinkled her nose and Killian made a face.
"Ew." Said Ruby from behind her. Regina had forgotten that she was even there. She had been so quiet.
"Sex is a beautiful thing, sweetheart." Was the detective's reply causing her partner to laugh.
Regina rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe that she was being shaken down. Fucking Neal. "Where is Neal?"
"He is safe in custody."
Regina nodded. "Did he say anything?"
"His girl did. Tamara, I believe her name is."
Regina blew out a breath. She knew that bitch would turn over on them. "That F-"
"Gina..." Killian said.
Regina looked up at him. The man gave her a gentle look. She nodded and looked up at the blonde woman. "Fine. Where is she?"
"Custody," Mason said and patted Regina's knee. "You can tell me what you want to happen to her in there, I can do whatever you like." She gave her a squeeze. "Now, I feel like we need a gesture of trust."
"I'm not fucking you." Regina sighed.
Mason groaned. "You are a tough one. I never have to work this hard. Fine! How about an eight hundred grand gesture? I know you have it or can get it."
Regina made a face. She had that but she wasn't giving it away. "No." She shook her head. "You're not getting a single dime from me."
Mason groaned again. "You're lucky you're beautiful." She patted Regina's knee and pulled away. "Fine, baby. Whatever you say."
Regina forced a smile. "Good. Thank you for stopping by, Officers, but we are closed for the evening."
Mason nodded. "I get it. You sure you don't want to fuck?"
"I'm positive," Regina said getting to her feet. Mason stood as well.
The detective wiped her hands off on a napkin and placed it into the plate with her finished wings. She then downed the rest of her drink. Her partner decided that he was going to take the nachos with him and Regina let him. She didn't particularly care. She just wanted them gone.
Mason looked at Regina and her gaze lingered on her cleavage. She sighed longingly. "It's fucking sad." She shook her head. "Anyway, I'll be in touch." Her eyes met Regina's. "Okay? Then you and me can talk about this a bit more."
Regina scoffed then waved it off. "Whatever. I'm not changing my mind."
Mason gave Regina a wink. She was clearly not convinced. She dipped her head towards Killian then the cops began leaving. The man dropped the duffle bag on the floor before he slipped out behind Mason.
Regina simply rolled her eyes. Killian rounded the bar and walked over to the bag. He squatted down and unzipped it. He groaned when he saw the contents and Regina had a slight moment of panic that Neal and Tamara were in there. She wouldn't put anything past those cops. They were dirty and would do anything.
He reached in and pulled out a solid red apple figurine. Regina placed a hand on her hip. She knew exactly what it was. That was the way they moved their drugs.
"Neal, you idiot." She grumbled. Killian tossed it back into the bag with the rest and stood up. He began pacing. Regina rubbed a hand over her face. "This is a real shit sandwich."
Killian scoffed. "You think?"
She shut her eyes and calmed herself a bit because she was on the verge of a royal meltdown. She opened them and addressed the rest of her staff who were eerily quiet. "Look, I got this. Don't worry. I'll work on it." She held Killian's eyes. "It will be okay."
He nodded. "Alright." He knew that he could trust her. Regina always got things done and handled herself well. She would find a way around this.
Killian Jones could rest assured that Regina would take care of him. She always has since they first met. Regina had ended up on a different side of town and working on different streets since the older working girls and their pimps had pushed her out. The men kept pressuring her to work for them when they had noticed how much business she was getting. That eventually ran her off. It didn't stop them from searching for her though.
She found herself laying low there. On that side, there were mostly male prostitutes and she knew they most likely wouldn't try to hurt her nor would anyone search there. She didn't get as much business as she had in her original location but it was better than being hunted. She worked without a pimp and she preferred it that way.
The men there basically ignored her and she didn't have to compete being as they all had different clients. She made her place there.
Everything seemed alright until one night...
A minivan pulled up to her. She went to step back but the window rolled down. She was met with a beautiful woman in the passenger's seat. She could see a man in the driver's seat beside her. She assumed it was her husband but she learned to never assume in her line of work.
The woman gave her a smile before asking, "How old are you, honey?" She knew she wasn't a cop. They were easy to spot.
Regina, of course, gave her a coy smile, "I was taught that it is impolite to ask a woman her age."
The woman seemed intrigued by her and looked her over. She surmised the woman had been looking for a guy but saw Regina and liked what she saw. The woman bit her lip. "Are you a woman?"
"Can't you tell?" Regina asked with a sweet smile that was almost innocent.
The woman laughed. "I really can't. You look like a girl." That was confirmation that this woman knew that she was underage. There was no surprise there. Most of her johns knew that she was a minor. They never seemed to care, in fact, it would turn them on even more. She didn't judge, however. All of their money was the same color and she could spend it just the same.
This woman seemed very interested in her. Lucky her. Female clients were usually gentler and paid well. The only issue was that they often lasted longer and they really liked to touch her and explore her. Men and women were so different. Almost like night and day. Most women liked to take their time and even showed interest in her pleasure while men usually just wanted to get off and be done with it. That was fine with her. This was just a job to her.
"So," the woman drawled as she walked her fingers across the side of the door. "Five hundred bucks and I get you all night, or is it past your bedtime?"
Regina smirked. "Women don't have bedtimes."
The woman laughed. "They don't. What's your name, honey?"
"They call me Princess around here," Regina answered. For some reason the men workers called her that. She supposed it was her age and the natural sweetness to her personality but she had grown fond of the nickname. Her potential client smiled. "Not quite a queen yet."
"Well Princess, what do you say? Can I have you?"
"Am I servicing you and your...?"
"That's my husband." Said the woman. "And you're more so for me." She rolled down the back window and there Regina could see a boy sitting in the back seat. He wasn't much older than her. "My husband has his own ideas..."
Regina raised a brow. "Oh." It wasn't the first time she dealt with a couple but she's never had to share them with another worker but five hundred bucks sounded nice and she was starving.
"What do you say, baby?" The woman asked.
Regina looked at the men who had been watching the exchange. One of them nodded. She turned back to the woman and nodded as well. "Alright."
"Good. Hop in!" The back door unlocked and she went to climb in. She slid into the seat next to the boy. She glanced over at him and noticed that he looked scared. He was shaking. She understood that well. She reached over and touched his hand.
He looked up at her and she gave him a smile.
"So," the woman said. "Princess, my husband goes by Mister and I am Miss, understood?"
"I'm changing my name." The man said as they pulled off.
"What?" Asked his wife.
"I like her name." Said the man. Regina looked at the boy who shrugged. "Let's keep the fairytale going. I'll be... Rumplestiltskin."
Regina wrinkled her nose but the man's wife spoke. "The one who took people's children?"
"He was powerful!" He argued.
The woman shook her head. "Fine but I'm keeping my name."
"Boo..." he said with a chuckle.
Regina tuned out their bickering. She turned back to the boy. "What's your name?" She asked in a whisper.
"Kilo." he whispered back.
Regina chuckled. "Okay but don't be so scared. I promise I won't let anything happen to you."
The boy smiled. "You don't even know me."
Regina shrugged and took his hand. She had no one when she first started. She was all on her own and she understood his fear. If she could be there for him that would make it a bit easier. The couple chatted away quietly and Regina just listened as they drove on.
They brought them to an upscale hotel. The boy was reluctant to get out of the car and he was even more frightened when they got up to the room. After a while, he gained his courage and they did their job.
The woman wasn't kidding and Regina and her new friend were not released until the next morning after being fed and showering.
They stepped out into the hallway and she laughed and the boy just stared at her.
"What?" She asked.
He shook his head. "Nothing. You okay?"
She shrugged. "I'm fine. You?"
"I feel used." He confessed.
Regina took his hand and began leading him down the hall. When she began this, she too felt used and dirty after a job but after a while, she realized that she was just doing a job. She does a service and she gets paid for said service. It's not like she's doing it for free.
She needed to eat and sleep and she needed money to do those things so, she needed to work. That's the way it was and she came to terms with it. She didn't plan to do that forever just for now.
"It will be okay." She said as she pushed for the elevator. "Remember where they picked me up?" He nodded. "Come meet me there tomorrow night." She gave him a smile. "And you and I will look out for each other."
He looked at her for a moment before smiling. "Okay." He said with a nod.
"What's your real name?" Regina asked.
"Killian." The boy replied.
"I'm Regina." She said. He smiled.
The elevator arrived and they hopped onto it. Upon reaching the lobby she expected they go their separate ways but instead, he followed her. She didn't mind the company. She needed to sleep though. Perhaps she would pay her good friend a visit. Maybe he will let Killian crash too.
Ever since that night the two of them were inseparable. They looked out for each other. Their bond grew stronger and they were somewhat like best friends. Rumplestiltskin and Miss became regulars, paying them visits often and before long the two of them ended up with appointments. They were basically running a business.
They had always been partners and they always will be. He knew that Regina would always protect him.
Regina clapped her hands together. "Okay... let's close up. Henry gets up in approximately four hours and I want to get a nap in before I have to get him ready for school."
Her people immediately set to work. She nodded and stepped behind the bar. She poured herself a shot. She did need one after all.
She threw it back. She hissed at the burn then poured herself another. She really needed to deal with this. A lot of people are depending on her and she refused to be taken down by those two Neanderthal cops. She will deal with them. Surrender was not an option and she would take them both down with her if she had to.
They had both better stay out of her way if they knew what was good for them...
This is supposed to be short because I don't want to drag it out.
More of Regina's back story is coming as well.
Anyway, thanks for reading!