Yes, this is another one of those fics, a speculation of what would happen after the season final. I had to write it, in hope that some of you will find it entertaining. :)
So, here it goes.
'You. You did this?'
'I just wanted to save her life.'
'You're just like your mother. Never thinking of consequences.'
'I didn't know.'
'Of course you didn't. Well you just better hope to hell you didn't bring anything else back.'
Emma watched as Regina's eyes welled up with tears as the seconds passed. Seconds with them standing there like the time froze. She also saw the rage in those beautiful chestnut orbs, accompanied with hurt and dubiousness.
Regina just kept staring at Emma, blinking a few times, making her vision clear a bit. Teardrops threatening to fall, but non escaped, she didn't let them. And the former Evil Queen didn't dare to look at the reunited family, couldn't be a witness of their happiness.
Emma understood Regina's need for distraction, so she didn't take her eyes off of the brunette. She thought if she can give Regina strength with only looking, then she will stare back at her until her ocean green eyes watered, and even after that. She felt she owed her that, after all she did to her just before.
While looking into those brown depths, Emma imagined Regina considering to throw a fireball at her or strangle her right then and there or rather push her away with magic till her back collided with the diner's furthest wall. Though her rage seemed to grow as her breathing got more and more laboured, and red lips parted, non of that happened. Not a single cutting remark.
Then suddenly she just left. Without looking at them. Without looking at anyone at all to be precise, but especially avoiding to look at them.
And this didn't mean any good.
Emma somehow wasn't afraid for her own well being, no. Nor was she afraid for the Locksley's life. She was worried about Regina herself. Did she give up this easily? She never saw Regina give up a fight, especially if it was for love.
Her shoulders were shaking, her back to the diner, head bowed slightly, when Emma called after her from the door. 'Regina!'
'Leave me alone!' Sounded the unfamiliarly distorted voice of the former Evil Queen.
But the bell was ringing again anyhow when the door closed behind Emma. Ignoring the other woman's request she walked down the few stairs from the entrance of the diner.
'I'm sorry.' The blond tried. She felt she had to try, because she was beyond concerned. Was Regina crying?
'Don't talk to me! Just don't!' She turned around fast, anger spiceing her quivering words. She wanted to scare Emma off. She was the last person she wanted to see now.
'Mum?' Her Saviour, her Henry arrived. But truly he was both of their saviour, and also both of their Henry. His not so boyish face frowning with worry.
'Henry.' Regina fought to compose herself. Were there too many tears to mask? Her voice won't clear soon either. She managed a slight smile for him. Only for her little prince. And her walls were on too for Emma. And for whoever else decided to join them outside the too crowded diner, filled up with peasants offering their forgivness for The Evil Queen. Or so they were saying...
Henry's worry didn't ease though as they continued talking. He wanted to go home with his brunette mother, but Regina assured him that she was fine. She just needed to be alone, and he should stay, otherwise he would miss his uncle's celebration. He hesitated, studying her features concerned. Truly, he had no place to argue with her, she was a grown woman after all. But he was relieved when she at least aggread to have breakfast together tomorrow morning.
They hugged, than separated, so Regina was able to reassure him with another weak smile, holding his sweat face in her hands.
'You can call me, if you change your mind, if you want me to spend the night.' Sounded Henry's deepening voice again.
He was talking to her like an adult. And it made her both proud and angry. Proud of him and angry at herself. He, acting as a grown-up also made her chuckle shortly. 'Thank you, Henry.' Because he was so selfless and kind, just the way she raised him to be.
Seeing his mother smile, even if only for a brief second, made Henry sure that he will be able to make her happy again. 'I love you, mum.'
She kissed him on the forhead before she also said her goodbye. 'I love you, too, Henry. I don't know what I would do without you.'
But Emma could imagine.
She was fine. She really believed, that she was fine.
A good cry, that was all she needed.
She felt tired, and that was good, too, because she would fall asleep easily this way. Tired to the bones, her head feeling heavy and empty. Her heart though, her heart felt confused.
She was glad though, she really needed a good night's sleep. Not only after tonight's events, but also after all the fight she recently had with her sister.
Her throat suddenly constricted at the thought of Zelena. She was dead too, like everyone else she had a blood-relation to. She refused to cry though, because she still had Henry. And the thought of her son, of him caring about her made her heart swell.
But before she could turn to climb up the stairs to have her well deserved rest, there was a knock on the front door. Was it Henry? She wasn't really in a mood to see anyone else. Not even...
Robin. She almost shut the door in his face.
She never expected him to come to her this soon. She did not expect to see him this soon. She didn't know what to say, it was so strange. She thought she had time, she thought she had more time to get herself together, more time to hide behind hope. But her hope died fast, couldn't even build. He was different. He was careful.
They were happily kissing an hour ago, and now she felt like he was a stranger. She didn't know this Robin, she didn't know the husband of Marion.
He stepped closer to her, or was he? She stepped back anyhow. Her ears just kept on ringing. She didn't want to hear what he planned to tell her. That would mean the end of it.
It was all a blur. What was happening to her? His voice was echoing through the empty manor, however he was only whispering his kind words.
He repeated again and again, that he still loved her, and that he was sorry.
But.
But he needs time.
He needs time.
And that's not that bad, that is not a no. But it still hurts, because in the end there will be a no for her anyway.
She just nods, can't utter a word, but she agrees, because she is good now. And while being good, she can't hurt people, definitely can't hurt good people.
She can only hurt herself.
He left behind the smell of forest. She shouldn't have let him go like this. She would die now to kiss him, to hold him. Would he, too?
Will she be able to delay her breakdown till he decides her fate? She wasn't sure.
He needs time.
It kept echoing in her head as she walked to the couch to sit down, her legs shaking dangerously. Her whole body shaking.
She cried out a very loud, broken cry. She shooke violently, blood boiling, and she would cry, but no tears are left to shed. She was empty.
How could he choose her against Marion. Marion, the innocent, good soul, the mother of his child. And how dare he give her false hope, that he even might choose her. This evil, this monster, this hoplessly unfortunate soul.
She cried out again, as she throw a glass vase to the wall.
TBC?
What do you think? I really would like to know your opinion, because my beta didn't like the story at first, but I changed some things, and posted it...
Review please?
