Protected - preface
Okay! Welcome to my third ONCE Fanfic! Yes, it is Evil-Charming because for some reason, I ship them really hard. I realize some of them may be OOC, but this is my story and I can do whatever the heck I want to, so please enjoy!
I own nothing (except the mistakes)
It isn't going to work; of this Regina is positive. As they stand with baited breath, waiting for David to prick his finger and fall into the netherworld, Regina finds the knot in her stomach tightening further with each shallow breath she manages to draw. What could possibly be causing this unnamed fear, she doesn't know. Sure, she would be guilt ridden were Henry to lose his grandfather, but Regina knows there is simply more to it than that. Her first priority is and always will be her son, but the selfish, ulterior motives continue to lurk beneath the surface. Something inside – her deformed convenience perhaps? – insists that she can't let David do this, can't let him do this, can't let him... and suddenly this mantra gains a hold of her voice.
"David, I can't let you do this; we'll find another way."
And then he's looking at her with eyes as deep blue as the Caribbean Sea, and he challenges- perhaps part of him pleading - "What could you possibly do to stop me? You and I both know there isn't another option at this point."
At this she takes two steps back, logic making her realize that by allowing him to fail in his heroic mission, she would be gaining everything she's ever wanted: riddance of the whole Charming family, and Henry, all to herself. So why then, does the idea of losing David - because she prefers to think of this man as David, not James and certainly not Charming - feel like a knife in her battered heart? She knows this is wrong, knows that she should look away, walk away and feign indifference, but her feet seem to have a different idea, her outstretched hand a mind of its own. When Regina's finger meets the sharp needle-point, it's nearly as much of a shock to her as it is to everyone else in the room. Her brain becomes foggy and her vision swims as the poison licks through her veins, slowly swallowing her in darkness. She can feel her heart slowing and lungs struggling to breathe; if she didn't know any better, Regina would think she was dying. Her hand reaches out in a futile attempt to grab hold of something, but she merely grasps air and soon she is falling. She's almost certain she hits the ground, because no one would bother to catch her, yet the impact never takes hold and in her last conscious thought, Regina feels... protected.
So, what do you think? Should I continue with the idea, or drop it? I know this was really short and kind of vague, but it's only the preface; the next chapter will be longer. Please review and let me know!