Title: Amor Trans Oceanum

A/N: I've been going back and forth whether or not to post this. I know that this, as with all subtextual based fandoms are more than just the TV show, but the SDCC hullaballo that happened after Adam said what he said. We make our own intentional worlds.

So, since it's been eating at my brain for weeks now, I am going to post the start of this, not to mention I can see if I can keep it, and my ER fic going at the same time. :)

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It hurt. Holding the energy that was trying to destroy the town of Storybrooke, ME hurt quite a lot. She'd seen the question in Snow's eyes when the woman had been hovering over her on the bed. The question of how Regina could have gone through Tamara and Greg's torture and stayed conscious when she herself had passed out after she had simply felt the pain and suffering second hand.

Regina hadn't answered the unspoken question, there hadn't been time. But if she had she would have told Snow that the physical pain of the electricity was nothing compared to the pain of watching her one true love die, or living the past two years with a son who looked at her as though she was less than scum. Or, the worst pain of all, the pain of a mother who had never loved her because that mother had been too selfish. She'd lived her whole life with those purposeless pains.

But, her current pain had a purpose. To save Henry. She tried not to think of all the others who she was saving as well. They were probably pouring through the portal made by her beans even as her arms felt like they were going to spontaneously combust. Her arms also shook like leaves in a hurricane.

Regina closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her hands steadied a bit and with the oxygen she'd given her brain, an idea came to her. Maybe she could- shift- the magic somehow. she took a few more breaths, and with each one the idea got crazier and crazier, and yet, it wasn't as if she had any other choice.

She thought of Henry, not so much from the past two years, but from before then, before Snow ruined Regina's life again by giving her son that damn book. Thought of all the laughs and sorrows she'd had with him before the book. When he was simply her son and she was his mother. A small smile came to her face.

Then, everything seemed to splinter into every color of the rainbow, and everything went black.

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Regina was dead. Or, maybe she wasn't, but she surely felt dead. She groaned. On the other hand, if she thought about it rationally she probably hurt too much for her current state to be dead. She definitely knew that she wasn't in Storybrooke anymore. She could feel meadow grass under her cheek, but it also didn't feel like she was in her part of the Enchanted Forest. She slowly opened her eyes. It was bright, too bright. She closed them again and just stayed perfectly still, trying to get the world to stop spinning around her. Stalling the destruction of Storybrooke had taken everything out of her as well as possibly taking everything from her.

She was nearly asleep, although unconscious might have been a better word for it, when someone rolled her over and put two fingers to her neck. She managed to croak out, "Not dead."

"Wouldn't know it by looking at you young lady. My- house- is just down the hill." The person put an arm under Regina and lifted her to her feet. "You're quite the dead weight."

Regina groaned, "Not fat."

That got a short laugh from Regina's rescuer. "My apologies. You're the epitome of perfect, now let's get you inside before someone comes around who might not have such good intentions towards you my dear."