Disclaimer:
Ok, I got that idea from a prompt from Val3ry_Franciny on Imagine_OQ. I've loved the movie thought it'd be perfect for OQ.
Unfortunately, I don't own the main characters. They belong to ABC, but sometimes I wish they didn't.
It doesn't start as an M rated but it will get there, I promise ;)
This one is unbetaed so all the mistakes are mine! I'd also like to thank Zoe for her constant support no matter what.
Blessed to be one of the OutlawQueen fans. You, guys, rock!
Let me know what you think!
The Age of the Queen
"The magic is not in the pixie dust but in two hearts that beat in unison through time and space making the latter irrelevant, nonexistent."
At the very same moment when one soul that was once in the beginning of times split into two got obliterated from this world, it was born again in another part of the world I would even say on another planet in a different realm. For we all know that souls are made of eternal substance that can never seize to exist. But we'll have to wait a little bit to learn this story. As for now we see a woman. A dark haired woman with chocolate brown eyes with a heart so broken that it can hardly feel anything other than immense pain. She is bent over the lifeless body of her once forever true love. Her soul that became complete with the one she loved being near was now shattered to pieces. She doesn't notice other people around her. They are more like shadows. She can hear their voices but she can't make out what they are really saying. The world has stopped to exist for her. She feels as if she's drowning, going down deeper and deeper under water her feelings are dulled and so is everything and everyone around her. She doesn't sleep at all that night and after the funeral, his funeral, she's one of the first to leave as all of this doesn't matter anymore. He is gone. Her beloved Robin is gone forever. She gets into her car. She doesn't take anything with her. She has always known no one would miss her except for maybe her son... but he has a new loving family now that he enjoys being a part of. She speeds right to the Storybrooke town line. No one can cross it without some harsh consequences following but she can care less. At least she doesn't care any more. She just wishes the line would help her forget, forget her past, her present, erase all of the pain she is feeling or maybe even erase Regina Mills completely! The brunette feels that her car starts shaking as it's approaching the town line but she just floors the gas pedal. As soon as the car crosses the boarder it's thrown back with a wave of powerful magic, it flips in the air landing on the roof. The driver gets a severe concussion due to which her heart, not receiving enough blood, stops. But just a few seconds later a strange thing happens. It is strange even for Storybrooke as we all know it's a magical place in itself. However, this time it has nothing to do with the town. It is a natural phenomenon. It starts to hail. Every hail is shaped like a little tear drop. Then a lightning hits Regina's car, the electrical charge so strong that it starts her heart again and it also brings her back to consciousness. When her friends find her they rush her to the hospital. She is alright except for one broken rib and a few bruises. However, this accident does have consiquenses, after that car crash Regina Mills will never age a single day.
Paris, France.
30 years later.
"You have to stop running, mom," he says as if it's the easiest and the most obvious thing to do, "Please come back. You've got your family here in New York. We miss you. I want my kids to know you."
"I'm not sure that's the best idea, Henry," she nervously puts a stray lock of hair behind her ear, "Although I miss all of you so much. You've brought a family into my life that I never even dreamt of having!" she assures her son and the tears of gratitude start uncontrollably streaming down her face.
Regina does miss them greatly. She misses him, her little boy, her prince most of all. Well, he's not that little any more with kids that are now as old as he was when she stopped aging. She can't believe Cassidy is turning 15 next year! David is not that far behind his sister and little Grace is almost a first grader. How fast time flies! For them at least, for her not so much. She misses Roland, her baby. He's a grown man with a family now as well. His wife and him have adorable twins who are just a year and a half. How she'd want to hug these two chubby little darlings! But she can't. At least she gets a chance to see them in pictures. Roland makes sure she gets lots of pictures through mail. She cant do Facetime or Skype as often as she'd like so that not to attract any unnecessary attention of the authorities. She's dreading even to think how Snow, David, Emma and Hook must have aged over the years. Little Neal and other kids are also no kids any longer. She hates the fact that they all get to have a life, a real life filled with the presence of their loved ones and she's deprived of that. Robbed of her happiness. She doesn't feel so much at home in the world as she was starting to when she had a family of friends around her and a new family to build together with Robin and their boys. Her heart sinks and aches just at the mental mention of his name. At first there have been weeks when she couldn't spend a day without thinking of her sweet, loving and caring Robin. But destiny can't be changed. Not for her anyway. She cast a curse upon so many people. She made them suffer dearly and now she has to pay the consiquenses of that by carrying her own curse through her whole life.
"Mom? Mom!"
Her thoughts are interrupted by her sons voice.
"Will you come visit with us? At least for a little while?" his voice sounds hopeful, pleading.
"What?" she heard him alright but her mind refuses to comprehend his words.
Her voice is trembling and she can do nothing about it even though she tries to rule in her feelings. Woah, a visit. That's, that's too tempting and yet too terrifying.
"Come see us, please! The kids are growing so fast and Roland's coming for Thanksgiving and so is everyone else. You could join in!"
There's excitement in Henry 's voice now. He knows her weakness. She wants to see her boys more than anything.
"I don't know, Henry..."
"Please, mom! I can hire a private jet, you know. "
"There's no need, dear, I can afford a private plane myself, but..."
"I know, mom, I'm just longing to see you and so does everyone else I'm sure!"
Regina feels her heart sink and race at that thought but she just smiles.
"I'm not so sure, sweetie!"
"Oh, come on, mom! Your grandchildren are looking forward to seeing their aunt Gina they keep asking about!"
"Cheater!"
That makes him giggle like a boy into the receiver.
"Ok, ok, what wouldn't I do for my little prince?!"
"Mooom, just don't call me that when you're here ok?"
They stay on the phone for a while to discuss the details of her visit and he is certainly trying to make sure she doesn't go back on her promise. So they end up making some of the travel arrangements and talk about all the formalities she will have to go through in order to have all the paperwork on time to come back to good old America. But as soon as they are done with that he sounds exhausted but satisfied. She is too if but just a bit nervous but still happy he managed to persuade her.
"Can't wait to see you, mom! It'll be a fabulous time you can count on that. I'll make sure everything goes smoothly."
His last words of encouragement bring tears to her eyes again but this time she manages to stay in control of her voice and it doesn't sound wet this time.
"I love you, Henry."
"I love you too, mom."
She can't believe it's been three weeks since that conversation with Henry and they emailed a lot in the meantime but here she is with her small burgundy suitcase and a purse light beige slacks, a dark blue cashmere sweater and a tan coat getting on a plane to New York.
"Bonjour! Madmoiselle Virginia Queens! Je suis Cécile, votre hôtesse de l'air."
The air hostess greets her with a warm smile and Regina has to fake a smile in response as she's learned that she probably will never be able make herself really smile when addressed by any of these fake names she constantly has to come up for herself to keep her life as it is. Private.
"Bonjour! Enchanté! Mais, je suis juste Gina, s'il vous plaîts."
Regina tries to sound as natural as possible trying to give the woman a shorter version of her new name. Gina is so much better than Virginia. It almost sounds like her. Almost.
"Bien sûr, madmoiselle. Votre Français est trés bon! Est-ce que vous êtez American?"
The flight attendant gives her another smile as Regina just nods her head admitting that the younger woman is right in her guess of her being an American. Damn, she can never really master that French accent to pass for a native speaker, can she?
"We can speak English as well if you would want. Our staff speaks several languages on all international flights. Would you like anything?"
"No, not right this minute, thank you."
"Let me take care of your luggage, miss..."
So Regina hands her the suitcase over and boards the plane meeting another two people who apparently don't know the language all that well one of them is the pilot as far as she's been able to catch during a brief introduction. He is tall, dark haired and looks of almost Spanush or rather Italian desent. She is a little early but the staff doesn't seem to mind. They do take their time, however, when she is on board and Cécile comes over a couple of times to ask if Regina wants anything. She settles on a glass of red wine then and in approximately twenty minutes the captain of the plane is greeting her over the loudspeaker in almost perfect English announcing that they are ready to take off. Regina is slightly surprised as during the crew introductions she got the impression that the pilot was a bit shy but he sounds bold alright now that they aren't talking in person.
He speaks to her again about thirty minutes into the flight as everyone settles down and Regina is really struggling trying to make herself at least dose off. It is an over night flight after all.
"I've noticed you've been having trouble falling asleep, miss Queens. You know they say only criminals have trouble sleeping at nights or people who are running away from something or someone. I do hope it's neither."
She doesn't grant him with a reply. She thinks he is a bit too sassy for her liking. However, she notices he has a nice voice. Melodic, not too deep but not too high pitched either. He sounds almost... soothing even with all his sass. His knowledge of English throws her off at first but with him trying to joke she can catch that he is definitely of a French origin as his "l"s are at times a touch too soft and he tends to roll his "r"s every now and again. He sounds a mixture of propper British and French accents. Hmm, interesting. She thinks she has heard this voice somewhere before. She just can't quite remember where. She's not sure why but she'd really like him to keep talking. She wants to keep listening to his voice no matter if it's out of mere curiosity or in the hope that it would lull her to sleep.
Notes: I know this one is a bit short but I promised I'd post it today. And, no, the guy she meets when boarding the plane is NOT Robin. However, the person she speaks to on the plane is Robin or at least his soul. You just have to wait and see.