Author's Note: Originally this story was entitled racing for glory, losing for love, but as I felt that was too long of a title, I limited. I got the idea from the movie rush about the Formula1 drivers James Hunt and Niki Lauda. As I always liked Formula 1 I thought I would give it a try.
Also in this story Storybrooke does not exist, the characters are spread a bit over the world, much like they are in the Disney tales. Tried to find what would fit them.
Racing for glory
Chapter 1
"I suppose I should congratulate you on your victory," Regina heard a voice behind her and turned to look at Emma Swan. Second runner up in today's formula3 race.
"Thank you, Swan, you didn't drive bad yourself," the brunette smiled pleased by her victory.
"Just so you know I will beat you in the next race," the younger woman spoke boldly.
Regina threw her head back and laughed, heartfelt, "You are more than welcome to try, as I do intend to win every race there is this season."
"Well, unlike you I got in on skills, not because I bought my way in," said Emma rolling her eyes.
"And unlike you I can fix an engine in addition to racing," Regina's voice snapped back, her eyes shining now, with what, anger, annoyance, lust?
"I have people for that," Emma said, rolling her eyes.
"You could easily learn it yourself, you know," said Regina.
"I…better get back to my team, have fun celebrating the victory," said Emma, turning to walk away, when Regina asked, "Are you going to drown your sorrows?"
"Why do you care?" Emma turned her head.
"I don't just make sure you never get drunk behind that wheel," Regina spat at her.
"Oh believe me, sweetheart, I never will," Emma spat back at her. Regina's eyes widened and her cheeks for some reason turned flushing red by this comment, as Emma walked away.
"She has a son you know," Regina head a voice behind her, and turned to look at her mechanic, a younger man named Killian Jones said. He usually went by his last name though.
"She does, how come the papers never mention that?" Regina asked, knowing the blonde to be on the covers every once in a while for her lifestyle. She hated it, that she was that way.
"I guess do to her telling them or her manager to stay out of it," he said with a shrug.
"And the baby daddy?" he asked.
"No clue, ask her," he said, taking a quick overlook of the car, before it was supposed to go in the trailer and back to the workshop. Regina was going back home to sleep, she usually went to bed early to be back up working bright and early. Unlike Emma and some of the other drivers they knew she wasn't much of a party person.
"Get off," Emma groaned, pushing of the last night's lover. He looked at her surprised; the young racer seemed rather bothered and annoyed with him. The sex had been angry and hurried also. She didn't get to her edge tonight. He got out of bed and got dressed, leaving her.
Emma sighed as she looked at her phone, considering calling her mother, knowing that would not have a good end result. Emma knew she had left things badly with her parents about five months back, in fact she had also left her son with them. Henry, he was ten now, although Emma had not been much of a mother to him. She had gotten pregnant with him and only had him as she could not bear the thought of an abortion. However being a mother was not as cranked up as it seemed and so Henry was mostly left to her parents care. She sighed heavily. Wondering if they had told him she intended to be the first female formula1 driver. Her parents of course find it the stupidest idea ever cutting her off from everything when it came to money; she however had not given up and found herself a team on her own. She was determined to get her dream and her fame, at least until Regina came along. Three races they had been in together and this was the first two she had won.
Emma was not the kind of racer that cared much about its engine and how it worked, she instead cared about how fast it could go and for her it was not fast enough, she lived for the thrill of it.
Her phone rang; she picked up saying, "Emma Swan, who is this?"
"It is me, Regina," she heard the other woman say.
"What, how did you get my number even?" asked Emma, looking at the time, it was 3 am.
"I have my ways," said Regina, sounding bored.
"What do you want?" Emma groaned.
"Where are you?" asked Regina.
"What's it too you?" Emma wanted to know.
"Shouldn't you be home with your son, rather than sleeping around with men and partying?" asked Regina.
"Since when is what I do or don't is any issue of yours?" Emma spat at her, she would never admit that comment truly hurt her.
"It's not, I should not have called," Regina sighed, and was about to hang up when Emma said, "Wait, why did you call and at this hour?"
"I was hoping we could talk, but I... never mind," Regina hung up, making Emma look at the phone with confused eyes. Why on earth would she call her? Didn't the other woman hate her, and to care about what she did or not?
Emma sighed as she for first time in five months pressed call on her mother's number. She could hear her mother's tired voice say, "Emma, what is going on?"
"Henry, I need to talk to Henry," Emma said.
"Have you any idea what time it is, he is sleeping," said Mary Margaret confused.
"Please mom," Emma pleaded.
"Fine, fine!" she heard her get up, walking down the hallway to his room most likely, saying, "Henry, wake up it's your mother."
"Mom, what is going on?" she heard him say very tiredly.
"Hi, kid how are you?" she said, a smile gracing her lips.
"I'm good, what is going on why are you calling?" he didn't sound thrilled.
"So a mother cannot call her kid for no reason now," she sounded hurt.
"In the middle of the night, I have school I need to sleep," he said and hung up.
Emma looked at the phone, then something appeared to her, she went to the number that had called before she called Henry, not hidden id, it had to be Regina's number. So took a deep breath and pressed call on it. She heard the other woman groan, "What?"
"I called him," said Emma.
"Who?" she sounded bored.
"Henry, my son," Emma whispered.
"Glad to hear," Regina said, her voice not showing off any emotion.
"You know my number and that I have a son now I want to know something about you," Emma said.
"In addition to racing cars I am a skilled rider and I run for at least one hour every day," said Regina.
"So you traded the horse for a car?" Emma said.
"You may put it that way, and now I have to go, my lover is waiting," said Regina hanging up.
"Lover, she had a lover?" Emma didn't even know why it was bothering her so much; still it would be a long night as the fact bothered her.
Regina looked at her lover Robin Loxley; he had been that for about four months now. They had met one day in the forest when she was out with her horse Rosalie. He was out hunting for deer's. As she disapproved she told him so and they agreed to disagree. He had taken her right there against a tree, leaving her breathless. Her not waiting a relationship based on emotions she had agreed they would be lovers until she found a suitable partner. After all she did have needs. Now however he seemed to get attached to her on an emotional level, something she was not happy about and she knew it was at high time she let him go.
"Babe, who were you just talking to?" she heard him ask.
"No one, it was no one, go back to sleep," she said, giving him a glare.
"You are not coming to sleep?" he questioned.
"In a mo, just need to use the bathroom first," she said, putting the phone down on her night table and walking toward the bathroom. Once inside, she leaned against the sink, looking in the mirror, wondering what she was doing, calling Emma.
"Keep focused, keep your head in the game or you will lose," she told herself. Sighing she sat down on the toilet, head in her hands, wondering what to do, knowing she could not let her emotions overtake her or she would get in trouble.
"Regina, are you even listening to me?" her mother asked, walking through her mansion.
"Sorry, mother, what did you say?" asked Regina, looking at her.
"Where is your head, still with those dirty cars?!" asked Cora, rolling her dark eyes, adding, "First it was the horses and the stable boy and now cars, which boy drove you into that?"
"The cars are not dirty, and they cost close to five millions, at least the one I will be driving from now one. I just signed a very expensive contract," Regina said. Mr. Gold that owned the team she was or rather paid for it had gotten into the Ferrari team. And so Regina was to test drive for them the following Monday, rumors had it Emma was doing the same for Lotus-Renault.
"Regina, sweetheart, you have to stop this, that sport is not made for a woman, it was made for men," said Cora, adding, "Which man will ever have you if you continue this, you were born…"
"A queen I do know, mother! And we know all too well how that went, why we ended up here, I have killed so many with no regrets. I was in a loveless marriage thanks to you and I killed father. I just…I don't want to go that way again, I love this and I wish to keep doing it. I don't care if I die racing, because then at least I will be doing what I love, which is more than I can say for you," Regina stroke back.
"Well, well, well, aren't you a feisty one, dear, going on about passions in life. I won't stop you, but I refuse to cry on your grave if one of those cars will lead to your death," said Cora.
"I never said you had to, I don't even know why I agreed to come here, good day mother," Regina spat as she marched out the front door. For once in her life Cora let her go.
Thank you so much for reading, I would love to hear your point of view :o)
