That Story Broke
Notes : First things first I'd like to apologize right awayfor my weird English and a vocabulary not quite as extended as I wish... I was born french so it might explain it while it doesn't excuse it, though. Various reasons, too many to spell out, led me to write in English, but I yet still hope that my stories please others so please don't hesitate to point errors either in vocabulary, orthography or language !
This is the first fic I give away to the world, but no need to be kind.
Thank you all and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed imagining it.
Love SwanQueen and Peace in the world yaydy yadayo (or in french : yukaidi yukaida).
The story takes place after season 4.
It will be as short as I can, probably 10 chapters more or less.
Some chapters most probably will be rated M and I will point them out, otherwise the whole thing is a rate T.
1. The road ahead.
The road ahead, the car growling, Regina squeezed her fingers on the leather wheel. Her knuckles turned white.
« We'll figure it out » he said.
« We'll figure it out » ?
Was it all he could ever say whenever a problem came ?!
Truth be told it wasn't quite the fairytale she'd expected. True Love that is. True Love, yeah, another brilliant fraud from fairyland. Another lie only 'Lolitas' and fairytale princesses could believe. Like Snow.
She frown.
She wasn't supposed to continue to hate her, but somehow it was easier that way. And it calmed her down. Anger. Hatred. She knew that.
She let her thoughts flow without a goal while her nerves were cooling. The road. That was good. Brilliant even. She slightly grinned. She loved her car. That Benz was maybe one of the best ideas she'd ever had, besides adopting Henry.
Henry.
She frowned.
And Swan...
She remembered when she was everything in the world to her little boy. Her heart ached. She held her tears at the memory of Henry, age three, running in the garden after an imaginary dragon they invented for him. Garolf the dragon. A big bad dragon hiding a terrible secret, not so terrible since really the secret was a princess and a treasure. Or just the treasure most of the time. He loved that game... He was telling her the stories then. He was relaying on her for everything. They were each other's world.
Four years... Already. Going on the fifth.
He wasn't a boy anymore. She'd lost four years of his life. Of his growing up. And she had to thank her for that. Her. Her who abandoned him. Her who left him without even a name ! Her, who never even searched for him.
She frowned again.
Emma.
« Emma ! No ! There has to be another way ! »
« There isn't... You worked too hard to have your happiness destroyed ! »
A small bubble of salted water rushed free from her eye and ran down her cheek.
« Oh...Emma... »
She felt sick.
Happy ending ? What happy ending ?!
No matter what she told him, the whole thing made her sick. Her alleged True Love was having a baby with her sister. Her sister was a complete psycho. She had to let Snow and Charming speak their incredibly stupid and naive minds and watch everybody nod like the good puppets they all were. And she had to watch Storybrooke collapse. Her town, her paradise turning back into a fucking kingdom ! What was with this people and crowns !? Seriously ?! She'd given them the right to vote and that's what they were doing with it ?! Voting for team Snow and the shepherd !?
She smiled, knowing it would have make Emma smile at her. She would have a laconic remark, but basically she'd agree with her on the democracy thing.
« Oh... Emma... » Regina thought. Closing her eyes she searched for her in her memories.
« You're Henry's birth-mother ?! »
It always came back to that. That moment. That little moment when she didn't speak her mind. She could see a younger version of herself grab the fireplace's facade. She remembered she tried to think. In vain. So she choose to nag the one she saw as a threat. Yes, it had to come back to that moment when she turned back into the Evil Queen. She was so scared. The potion she'd made for herself when Henry was a baby faded away in a matter of seconds when she realised who the blonde in the red leather jacket returning her son was.
Nothing was ever going to be better now, she thought at the time.
Sometimes Regina wondered if she didn't gave up the fight at that precise moment. Because deep down she always knew it would come. Even with the potion. She knew that some day her past would catch her and crush her. In a way or another. And the way was Emma.
Eyes vaguely on the road the former queen's heart stopped, just for a second. Enough to draw another tear out.
Emma...
The car howled again as she accelerated. Night was coming. Storybroke was far behind. She realised she'd left without even telling Henry. She'd taken the parchment with her, ensuring none could follow her, or at the risk never to be able to come back. She looked at her bag from which a slight humming emerged since maybe an hour or so. It may have been Henry but she wasn't calm enough. Not even close. Not even for him.
« Emma ! No ! There has to be another way ! »
« There isn't... You worked too hard to have your happiness destroyed ! »
The moment turned in a loop behind her eyelids. Two days.
Two days of Emma's absence.
A sparkling point of light glittered as the fading sun allowed one of his rays to lick the metal of the dagger that was emerging from her bag. She needed not to look to see the name carved on the blade. A reminder of her own failure once again. Once again.
- Oh Emma... Why would you do that ?!
She yelled only for the road to ear. Yes, Emma, why would you left her all alone in the dark like that...
- You had no right to do that...
She whispered with a cry in her voice. Now that she had become close, now that they were almost friends. As close as anyone could ever get to her... Not even Robin knew her the way Emma knew her.
Her heart stopped again and the car suddenly rushed to the side of the road. Sending flying a big cloud of dirt as the brakes squealed, Regina jumped out of the car in the middle of nowhere. Her eyes were deep black. Two small black stones reflecting anger and pain. She hit the top of her car with her hands' flats.
The dark pink of the sun sitting on the horizon reminded her of reality. The world around her came back screaming it's existence at her. She couldn't just leave.
She couldn't stop fighting at the first bump in the road.
Emma wouldn't like that. Emma wouldn't want her to leave their son to himself. She grinned, frowned and growled at the same time in a complex expression of pain, anger, annoyance and laughter. She couldn't left him to be raised by Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs now, could she ?
Not to mention the shepherd...
Careless of the pain of the world that was at his feet every day, the selfish sun kept sinking behind the horizon. The star had it's own show going on. The same one. Over and over again.
Eyes on the road ahead, engine growling it's reassuring sound, Regina Mills was as careless of the sundown as the sun was of her problems as she was driving her Benz back towards the town she'd made for herself.