I've been wanting to delve into a canon divergent Regina and Emma get captured kind of story for a while and dealing with the ramifications of that, and i'm planning on structuring it with flashbacks and present day stuff. I've labelled this with violence and it is a SQ story through and through, but i don't know how explicit it will be, so i will update things accordingly. Hood won't be mentioned but Hook is at some points, however they are unfavourable and used as a catalyst for SQ moments.
Comments are so welcome, please tell me what you think - i've been anxious about this story cos it's the longest one i've done. Feed the Bard :D
Emma runs. She runs like hell.
Leaves, branches, insects are all slapping her face, arms, legs as she tries to go faster through the dark mist.
She is fucking tired, sore, bleeding, and sucking air into burning lungs as she wills her legs to keep going – to keep carrying her forward. She frantically casts her gaze back to make sure Regina is keeping up. Stressed green meets pained brown, but she is there. She is still there. Emma turns and focuses on beating a path through the thick jungle. They need to get away. Adrenaline is burning through her.
Pan is dead, thank fuck. They had gotten an unconscious Henry to safety via David and Snow, and then joined their magical mojo and killed him. She isn't really sure how, it's all been a bit of a blur – but she trusts in Regina's magical ability and her apparent 'supercharged true love' power to have done the job. She trusts in Regina's assurance that he is not a threat any longer.
He is dead… But his followers… they are a different vicious matter. The death of their leader roused them into more violence – screaming, snarling ghosts in the trees. Lord of the flies meets Battle Royale. The jungle now seething rage and chaos as shadows are threats and everything is now a potential danger. There is no leader, there is no rules, even Pan had rules.
She ducks a threateningly low vine, glancing back to make sure the panting brunette doesn't get tangled. Words of warning that they must go faster are met with an aggravated grunt as they weave and push themselves harder. She can hear the clamour of feet and shouts not far behind.
An agonised shout from Regina has her stumbling shakily to a halt and her heart shoots further into her throat. The other woman is down on the ground clutching her ankle and swearing, eyes finding Emma's as she shouts for her to just go!Of course Emma is back there before she really knows what she's doing and heaving Regina up into her arms. Ignoring the incredulous look on the other woman's face she's gritting her teeth and telling her legs to start moving with the extra weight - moving forward once more.
They just need to get to the boat and they will be safe. Back to family. Back to more firepower. Back to their son.
Emma tries to block out the sounds of breaking twigs and chanting, closing in and in. Her legs are straining and complaining, her back and arms screaming but she will not give in to the desire to just collapse. She will not let them down. She cannot let a bunch of rabid teenagers take them down. She's trying her best to block out the brunette in her arms curling her arms around her neck to try and reduce the strain on her arms, hot breaths blasting onto her collarbone. She's trying her best to keep moving, faster, faster – she must go faster. They are fucking closing in and Emma's throat is closing up and fear is fucking soaking into her mind. She must get the woman In her arms to safety – she won't let Henry down. She's only really just gotten her family back, there's been no moments of peace. There was the Enchanted forest and then Cora and there's been no stillness. No moments of retrospection. She can't let go of that and she can't let them down. The air is crushing her. The dark is clawing at her. She forces herself forwards, one foot at a time, whispers and shouts of kill kill kill echoing deafeningly in her pounding ears.
She must get them out of here.
She must succeed.
She thinks she sees a glimmer of light ahead, dares to think not far not farbefore a dark shape looms up in front of her.
A pain in the back of her head, Regina's panicked shout.
No!
All goes black.