Long Live the Queen

It happened in a blink. One minute I found myself at the mercy of that blasted Captain and his female companion, next I was looking into those familiar aqua irises of the infuriatingly beautiful saviour. I was thankful, sure, I knew my body wouldn't have been able to survive another electric shock, let alone the oily hand that had wrapped around my heart. Where Hook had learnt to extract hearts was at a loss to me.

"Regina?" The blonde said, her eyes roaming the older woman's face checking for obvious injuries. "Regina, are you OK? Can you talk?" Concern and worry dripped from her lips and glimmered in the back of her eyes as her fingers delicately stroked Regina's cheeks sending a much need warmth through her body.

She couldn't find her voice at the time so all she managed was a meek smile and a soft nod of the head, blushing internally when the blonde released a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding. Wanting to reassure the younger woman she made a move to touch her cheek only to feel the restraints of the chair against her wrists.

Whimpering lightly she attempted to remove herself with magic only to find that nothing happened. A sudden fear rushed through her body as she began to claw at her skin in an attempt to free herself and produce just a glimmer of magic.

Emma clearly sensed her fear and tried to calm her, but she was too far gone in panic. So many questions filled her mind. Where is Hook? How did Emma get here? Did she fight them both? Where is my magic? Tears of anger and fear began to roll down her cheeks but she couldn't move my hands to hide them. Instead she found that warm hands had already washed them away, whispered words following the motion.

"Regina, you have to calm down. Hook is still here, Neal's after him" Regina flinched instinctively at the mention of his name "He tried to take your heart but I attacked him. Your magic is going to take a couple of hours before it returns, you underwent a lot of electric currents - honestly, I'm lucky to have you here alive. I have no idea what I would have done if you hadn't of made-"

Regina never got to hear the end of that sentence before a limp body was thrown through the doors. The lump belonged to none other than Neal, the blumbering oaf is lucky to have survived this long against a ruthless pirate. And to think of the devil and he shall come, the said pirate sauntered into the room, taking in the protective stance Emma had over Regina he smirked.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" He chortled, his fingers stroking the metal of his hook "To fine specimens for the taking." His eyes took in Emma's body, an appraisal that wanted to make Regina gag. "Princesses first," He said, his eyes glinting with mistress as he charged towards Emma, his hook holding a tight grasp over her neck, pressing so tightly that a small line of blood began to pool down her throat.

He chuckled "I guess royals don't have blue blood after all, pity- it would have matched your eyes perfectly."

Pressing his body up against the woman before him Hook smiled, raising his hand to her breast he cupped it, grinning as Emma squirmed at his touch. "What?" He asked innocently, his finger brushing her collar bone "Don't you like it when a man handles you right?"

Emma glowered at him "I don't like being handled period. Especially by arrogant men."

Hook noticed a slight loss of concentration from the woman before him as she turned her gaze to the Queen behind him. He watched as her once aqua irises turn into a shimmering grey, a small smile to match the emotion. Hook couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd seen many cases of the changing eye - mainly in that of his lost love, Mirah. But it couldn't be possible, not between the Saviour and...that loser.

"You love that fool don't you?" He murmured, his eyes cast towards the ground before meet the blonde's own. "They'll never want you back. They'll never be enough. You're the Saviour, you can't love!" He laughed, his hook wavering from her neck.

Emma snorted "Says the man who's love won't ever be coming back. Your just as screwed as me you lowly bastard."

A sudden rage over took his body and he plunged his hand deep into her chest, his hand wrapping around the fast beating heart of the Saviour. But as he tried to rip her heart from her chest he found himself barricaded by a bright light.

He raised his glance to the dark eyes before him, it was an expression that didn't match the person.

"It seems you never listen Hook - good always triumphs over evil." Her fist collided with his jaw, knocking him down to the floor a few feet away from her. "I am the by product of True Love, I can't be killed - I am the most powerful being you will ever meet!"

She crashed her body against his, her hand plunging into his chest - a smirk playing at her lips as Hook whimpered at her grip. "And you are nothing more..." She removed the heart from his chest and squeezed, chuckling as he wheezed for breath. "Than a speck of dust on my shoe."

And with those words she crushed the heart between her fingers.

Regina looked on from where she laid, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. She had expected many things from the Saviour, but she had not expected to witness the change of direction as the once idiotic good woman before her now held the dust of the man that had been trying to kill her. That was definitely unexpected.

The older woman wasn't sure whether to be thankful for the rescue or be fearful of what it may bring to the Saviours own heart. She knew the blackness of a murderous heart more than anyone - although in her defence, she had only committed the act twice in her life.

The fear for her own...saviour, had her so wrapped her up in her own mind that she didn't even comprehend that she was being led from the basement that she had been locked in for the past hours. Hours that felt more like days than anything else.

In a matter of moments she found herself back at the mayoral mansion. The whole house looked completely foreign to her now, but it was time for grievances later. She turned to Emma about to ask were her son was when the silent question was answered for her.

"Our son is home where he is meant to be, he's been worried sick about you ya know? He's not the only one." She whispered, a small smile playing at her lips where the once evil smirk had fallen. "Who else would I be able to tease constantly and give the same back? Mary Margaret?"

Regina laughed loudly, covering her mouth to quieten the sudden guffaw. It was then that the door of the mansion burst open, a small brunette boy stood in the doorway, his eyes red and puffy from constant crying. The sight made Regina herself want to cry.

"Mom!" He cried, running into her arms, sobbing all over again into her shoulder, breaking the facade of the older woman instantly as she cried silently into his embrace. It had been far too long since she had held her son.

She turned quietly to the blonde and mouthed 'thank you' to her, a small smile at her lips as she reached out a hand to her cheek. Stroking the soft skin beneath her fingers she hooked a loose piece of blonde curls behind the woman's ear and smiled at her. Walked quietly towards the mansion she released her son from her arms.

"Henry, why don't you pick all of your favourite movies and we'll watch them in the den? How does that sound?" She asked, her fingers brushing away the last of the tears.

He nodded ecstatically and ran as fast as his legs could carry him up the stairs towards his den.

Regina turned towards the garden in front of the mansion, her now shimmering brown eyes met the dark aqua pools of the blonde before her. A small smile reached her lips as she asked "Would you like to come for dinner Miss Swan?"

Emma didn't respond, instead she walked deathly slow towards the older woman, a smirk greeting her lips the closer she came. It wasn't long until her body was pressed closely against Regina's, whose heart was pounding hard against her breast.

She leaned in, her lips just grazing the Mayors jaw, and pressed her lips to her ear and whispered four words.

Regina stood gobsmacked for many minutes after the blonde had left. She didn't understand what had happened until it had finally hit her. A person born from True Love can do no wrong unless to be subjected to their complete opposite.

"Emma is becoming Evil..." Regina whispered, the blonde's words echoing in her head.

Long Live the Queen

(A/N) Hey guys so this is my first Swan Queen fanfiction, and I've based it on the promos I saw for the Lacey episode - so warning for a few spoilers that may be coming up. I hope you guys enjoy this fic, and er, reviews are much appreciated!

Love and hugs!