AN: So, I made a SwanQueen fic! I've been really wanting to for a while, & since my 'Dark Shadows' fic is slowly coming to an end I really wanted to write something I'm very currently interested in. This story is also on Wattpad, but I'm uploading them on here as well for people who don't have access, or do not use Wattpad. If you'd rather read it on Wattpad, my user is SavannahHBC :) This is only the first chapter, and I need all the feedback I can get! More reviews - the better! It's very short for me, and I am planning on making the next chapters longer! Please give me your feedback, and feel free to let me know what I need to improve on! Thank you, & enjoy :)
"Do you have to go?" The eight year old pushed out his bottom lip, gently tugging on his mother's coat sleeve.
"I'm sorry Henry, I promise I'll be back in no time," Regina gave him a warm grin, grazing her thumb on his chin before standing upright and catching Granny in her line of sight, "He won't be much trouble. Thank you, for volunteering to watch him for a few days while I'm gone," She smiled softly at the small old woman behind the counter, "I despise unplanned business trips, especially one's so far from home." She glanced down at Henry, who was sat comfortably on a stool. He swung his legs back and forth, and focused on the bright colors that were illuminating from the jukebox.
"It's not a problem," Granny replied, resting a hand towel over her shoulder, "anything for the Mayor and her son." She forced a grin towards Regina, and continued to wipe the counter's clean. She couldn't complain about watching the Mayors son no matter how badly she didn't want to. If she did her pay would be taken away in a blink of an eye. It wasn't like she despised Henry's company, he was a wonderful child. It was Regina who she couldn't stand.
Regina's gaze met Henry's dark brown eyes once more, and she leaned over to give him a gentle hug. He squeezed her tight, not wanting to let her go. She basically had to pry him arms from her back, holding them tenderly at his sides as she kissed his forehead. He smiled, and tried to suppress a giggle.
"I love you, Henry," She said softly.
"I love you, too momma."
Business trips were never Regina's favorite, she hated to leave Henry back in Storybrooke by himself. Yes, he was with Granny or sometimes even with Mary Margaret, but she couldn't help being worried. After all she did create that town, it was fake. Nobody ever found it, it was meant to be that way. Sometime's she wondered if that town was even a curse at all. It didn't seem to hurt anybody, it took away everyone's memories and left them in a pretty nice and tidy town. Unlimited supplies of food, safety, homes, jobs, everything someone need's to survive. What a curse.
Regina's instincts quickly swung her foot to the brakes, slamming on them with force. Her jet black Mercedes jolted to a stop, forcing her body to lurch forward a few inches and her back to slam back against the seat. Her train of thought took her away from reality once more, causing her eyes to completely miss the bright red light hanging above her Benz.
She took her shaky hands off the wheel and covered her face, trying to relax. A long exaggerated exhale escaped her lungs, as she looked back at the intersection in front of her. Cars bolted left and right, merely inches from her headlights.
Get your shit together Regina. She thought to herself with a shake of her head.
She always did this whenever she left town. Her nerves would go haywire, and she would worry herself over nothing. But this was probably the worst it has ever been. This business trip was farther from home, about three to four hours from Storybrooke. Usually these things were only thirty to forty minutes away.
Who could blame her, she was a worried mom. Which wasn't such a bad thing, right? Henry may have been eight now, but it still gave her the right to worry about leaving her son in a made-up town full of fairy tale characters.
Oh, the irony. She was the Evil Queen, the worst person to ever live in that town and she was the one having anxiety over a child. Ha. Never in a million years would Regina would of thought that she'd have a child of her own. He may of been adopted but he was still hers. He was her baby boy, and she couldn't wait to get back home.
This Evil Queen was pure evil, huh?
A loud and sudden honk of a car horn brought Regina back into reality. She jumped in her seat, and reached up to position her rear-view mirror. A bright red jeep was inches from her bumper, with a man who seemed to be in his thirties in the driver's seat. His hand was repeatedly pushing down on the steering wheel, causing the loud honking that surrounded her ears.
"Let's go lady! Green mean's go!" He yelled, peaking his head out of the hole where a window was supposed to be. He was angry, she must've been there for some time because many others that were behind him were honking their horns as well.
Shit. Regina re-positioned herself in her seat, and pressed hard on the gas. She turned to the right, into the correct lane trying to go quickly back onto her way.
There were many, "Thank God!" and "Finally!" comments as she turned, making her face turn hot in embarrassment. She hated making a fool out of herself, but she was quite used to it by now. Even in Storybrooke, people may have lost their memories but they still had this trigger of hate towards her. The first few days were amazing, with loving smiles and nods followed by hello, around every corner. But months after the curse, the same routine had bored her as did the people around her. Regina had gone cold once again, and the citizens learned to stay clear of her company. That was until she adopted Henry, many many years later.
It was only a few seconds after she had turned the corner, and only a few breaths were taken before a large navy blue truck came clear into her view. It's wheels were rolling quickly and to Regina's disappointment and shock - the truck was in the wrong lane. The truck was going no less than 60 mph, and was heading straight towards her.
She didn't even have time to react, all she could do was grip the wheel and open her mouth to scream. But nothing had made it out in time. The truck tried to swerve away, but failed miserably. The last image, the last thought that had popped in Regina's cluttered mind : Henry.
Regina's Mercedes and the large truck hit head on. A noise like a building being destroyed into oblivion pierced through the air. It could've been heard miles away. Metal parts and glass that were instantly shattered hit the ground yards from the impact, and covered the road like ashes.
Cars stopped, and people covered their gaping mouths in shock. The man in the red jeep stopped feet from the wreck, and opened his car door. He planted his feet on the ground, crushing shards of glass and slowly took in the view. The front of the black Benz had been completely crushed, as did the front of the truck. Tires were rolling, metal was creaking and a horn was going on and on repeatedly. It looked like hell, as fire started sprouting from the crushed engine in truck. Smoke started to fill the air, and suffocate the bystanders around the disaster. The man staggered backwards away from the scene.
Sirens came into hearing distance, and slowly became louder and closer. Women cradled their children, shielding them from the smoke and the horrible tragedy that lied before them. There was no movement coming from inside of either cars, just the deathly silence and a car horn. Nobody could see anything, nor wanted to get a closer look.
All they know, was someone was dead. Someone had to be dead.
