Inspired by in the Proposal when Margaret says "I went to the bathroom and cried after bob called me a poison-ness bitch." There is something to be said about everyone is stronger than they think but not as strong as they seem, no one is emotionless. Thus this is my one shot.
"Regina how did you get like this." Emma's eyes are wide. She's accusing Regina again. The woman is on edge.
Regina keeps her straight and rigid posture. She glares right back at Emma. No she will not give an inch. Not to Emma.
Regina holds on to her anger. It is all she has right now. If she wasn't holding on so tight to that anger the fear would creep in. The fear of not being able to hold Henry again, of not being wanted or loved ever again.
Emma storms off through the brush. Snow and Charming see Regina storm the other way toward the lookout spot they had found earlier. They sigh. It seemed like a good idea, them all coming together for Henry. But the way Emma and Regina are butting heads, they are worried what will ensue once they find the boy.
Emma walks off kicking bushes and picks up a stick and takes a swing at a tree. That infuriating woman. Why is she so stubborn, so hard, so cold. There is no hope for her. Emma would care, if the woman seemed to have a soul or anything on the inside. At times, when Regina is with Henry, she can see it. She is almost sure of it. The woman is not good at love but she managed to love Henry. Emma finally starts to calm down. If she wants to accomplish anything they are going to have to work together to get out of here. She takes out one more bush with her foot.
Emma wanders back to camp to find her parents asleep in each other's arms. Noticing Regina has not yet returned, she keeps wandering in the direction Regina last went.
She goes towards the lookout in search of Regina. She finds the woman propped up against a tree almost at the edge of the lookout, dangerously close to the ledge. She sees the tear tracks racing down the olive skin. Her eyes pressed tight as if to combat the tears that are clearly winning the war. Her arms are huggin her knees to her chest tightly.
The sight breaks Emma's heart. The last bits of her anger dissipating instantly.
She takes a few steps closer a twig snapping and alerting Regina to her presence.
Regina's head snaps up.
Red rimmed eyes staring right at her in shock, horror and pain.
Regina tries to glare and yell but it comes out as a chocked and pained sob,
"What?!" she quickly looks away.
Weakness she is showing weakness. This will never help get Henry back. She will never get Henry back. Another few tears roll down her face in the moonlight.
"Regina," Emma lifts her hands up defensively.
"are you ok?"
Regina hits her head back on the tree. Opens her eyes slowly and rolls her head to the side to look at Emma.
"Of course dear, I'm Fine."
She takes a deep shaky breath. Emma waits to see if she will offer anything else up. She doesn't Emma moves closer to the edge and sits down beside Regina. Her arm brushing the brunettes.
"Wanna talk about it?" Emma grabs a small twig and starts to poke at the ground.
"Talk about what? How you all hate me? How all my life everything good has always been taken from me? How doing the right thing and saving your mother on that horse ruined my chance for happiness? How I became the cold bitch that I am because I had no other choice?" Regina closed her eyes and shook her head back and forth as tears continued to spill over.
"How no one understands the things I was forced to do. No one cares because, I'm…a villain."
Emma put her arm around Regina.
"Regina, I know I haven't before but I am listening now. You are Henry's mother so I do care."
Regina tries to shake her off.
"no, no you don't. It'll be easier without me Emma. Henry can be happy."
Emma grips Regina's shoulders.
"Regina, what are you talking about?"
There is real fear and vulnerability in Regina's eyes. Scared of what she might divulge. Of how much she is already showing Emma.
"Regina, why did you come all the way out here?" Emma searches her eyes.
Regina's flicker over the edge. Then back at Emma.
Realization dawns on Emma. She was going to jump.
She grips Regina tighter, pulls her closer, away from the edge.
"No! Regina, no!" Gripping so hard her nails are starting to make indents in Regina's skin under her clothes.
Regina doesn't pull away but looks defeated. Almost a whisper.
"Why not" She glances back at Emma.
"Because Regina. Henry needs you. I need you. Damn it Regina I care about you."
Regina lets out a small laugh.
"yeah… ok." Mirth in her voice.
Emma grabs her chin and makes her look. Regina looks in those green eyes and where she expects to find hatred, she finds compassion.
Emma lifts one hand and puts it on Regina's face.
"You Regina Mills, are a beautiful mess."
"and… When you are with Henry… when your guard is down, I really, really like that woman. She is amazing strong, loving, I would have given anything to have someone love me like that. Henry is a lucky kid."
"Anyone would be lucky to have YOU love them like that. You love with your whole being Regina. Don't waste it."
Emma pulls her in for a hug.
"I don't hate you. I'm sorry the world made you like this. But when the world tells you who you are you just gotta push back and say no this is who I am."
Emma wraps her arms around Regina that is curled into her.
"Do you really think I can change?" Regina sounds hopeful, for once.
"yeah, I really do."
They fell asleep near the lookout, a safe distance from the Edge. Regina woke first to the sunrise. She was warm in Emma's embrace. She knew soon the world would return, her and Emma would forget last night, and move on.