So this is my first OutlawQuen fanfiction ever, which I hope you'll like.

Since the first episode and their banter with all the chemistry and flirtations I got hooked and obssesed with those two. I mean how can you NOT?

Anyways, Adam and Eddy (God bless them for their geniusness) broke my OutlawQueen shipping heart in the finale, so I decided I'd kill off the hiatus (before it kills me) by writing some fiction of my own.

So this is an OutlawQueen centric, although there will be some Captain Swan too.

As for the rating, I'm thinking it'll turn to M later on, but I'm not sure how long this 'later on' will take or how long this story will be, so I'm rating it T for now.

I'll be including the Elsa storyline too, to what extent, I'm not sure yet. But I'm on it.

And last but not least : All credits (exept the storyline) go to Eddy Kitsis and Adam Horowitz. I do not own the characters.

Enjoy!


Quote of the day :

- Why haven't you used those luscious lips and kissed Emma?
- Well, a fellow likes to be courted.

Once upon a time : Zelena (The Wicked Witch) and Killian Jones (Captain Hook)


Chapter 1 - Too much, too hurtful.

She didn't know what to do, nor did she know what to say; all she knew at that moment was that she couldn't move. It was like someone was using her own tricks against her by gluing her feet to the ground, and she could feel the tears coming up, but there was no way she was going to let them fall, no way she would let the whole town see her crumble. As that thought crossed her mind, she turned her gaze from the reunion that was happening in front of her.

"One happy family", she thought bitterly.

She couldn't help it, but it hurt so much for her to be happy for them, for him; her second chance. Sometime, while she was still processing, still trying to think clearly, Snow and Tinkerbell came next to her; and she could see them by now; she could also see that they were talking to her judging by the movement of their mouths, but her mind was still not hers yet; it was still somewhere else, somewhere darker, uglier, and she couldn't hear a word they were saying.

The irony of the situation wasn't lost to her, and if it didn't hurt that much, she would've probably laughed about it. The people she hurt the most were by her side, trying, by the looks of it, to cheer her up; and the one person she opened up to since God knows when, the one person she gave her heart to, quite literally, didn't even bother to glance her way, not for a second. It's like she was invisible. It was too much, she couldn't handle it. Not tonight, not now. So she did what she does best in those situations, when magic wasn't the answer;

She ran.

She stormed out of the diner; she could hear voices calling for her, voices that sounded an awful lot like Snow, Tink and … Hook? -She wondered why he would be calling her - but she didn't have the time nor the patience to dwell on it, the voices already fading in the back of her mind; like some memory teasing her.

She didn't know what she was doing, much less where she was going, until she found herself at her door step, reaching in her pocket for her keys, cursing herself when she remembered that he had put them in his.

"Great." she mumbled before using her magic and transporting herself inside; where what happened only a few minutes ago came rushing back in her mind leading to tears falling freely down her cheeks by now. Her anger and pain growing by the minute, and his scent filling her house didn't help matters. As she approached her living room, the scent got stronger, and she could now see the blanket they were lying on earlier with their half drunken glasses at the end of it. With a swift movement of her hand, she sent everything there flying to the fireplace, where flames started eating up all that came to them. Looking at the blanket one last time, she turned on her heels; she couldn't get rid of the blanket though, for some reason still unknown to her, the fabric held a memory that she couldn't quite put her hands – or in this case – mind on.

She'd take care of his scent later.

For now, all she wanted; was drink herself to sleep, and that's exactly what she was going to do.

She knew that him having her keys would lead him to her door one way or another, and she couldn't have it, so before reaching for the bottle of vodka, she made a mental note to text Snow or Henry about it.

Snow would do.

There was no way she was going to subject her son to this mess. She'd give herself tonight to mope, mourn and engage in some self pity; tonight and tonight only. Because come tomorrow, she is going to build her walls up as high as humanly possible to protect her heart again, and she'd be damned if she let anyone fool her into pushing them down once again. But for tonight, she will listen to every sad song she can find, drink herself to oblivion, and if she was lucky enough, one of the two would help her sleep; because tomorrow was going to be a brand new day.

* It's all about timing *

She woke up the next day to a loud bang on her door, one that didn't help her hangover; cursing under her breath, she looked around her, trying to pinpoint where exactly she ended up last night. When her brain finally registered that she was on the floor of her bedroom, two empty bottles of vodka and wine by her side, she tried to remember the events of last night, but she couldn't remember much before another bang on the door interrupted her thoughts. "Ugh" she groaned.

Next time, put a cloaking spell if you don't want to be bothered, moron. Her mind teased her.

Getting up and standing on her feet, she took a moment to take a look at herself in the mirror.

She was a mess.

Her water proof mascara couldn't apparently handle the amount of tears she obviously cried last night, and her lipstick was all over her face, tracing the outline of her mouth and going in a line to her cheek.

She looked like the zombie version of a clown.

She didn't fail to notice that, although she wasn't wearing the clothes she had on yesterday, she wasn't wearing her night gown either, she was in fact wearing only her bra and matching panties; she figured she was either too depressed or too tired to change last night, either excuse sat well with her at that point.

As she once again tried to put her mind on what exactly happened last night when she got home, choosing to ignore the ache that started to grow on her heart at the events that lead her to this, she heard another persisting bang downstairs. She sighed; quickly putting on her robe and getting rid of her messy make up before making her way downstairs to open the door to whoever was suicidal enough to bother her in the morning.

Everybody knew she wasn't a morning person.

As she reached the last step, she could already hear two voices behind the door; recognizing them, she suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. Of course, Snow White and Tinkerbell, who else?

"Maybe she's not here." Snow tried.

"Where else would she be?" Offered Tinkerbell; before fisting her hand yet again to knock. Just as her fist was about to meet with the door for the fourth time that morning, it swung open.

"Good morning ladies." Offered an obviously annoyed Regina. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The sarcasm wasn't lost on any of the two women, but they choose to ignore it, as always.

"Regina!" exclaimed Snow using her overly sweet voice. "You're here."

The formal Evil Queen eyed her curiously "Oh, I didn't notice. Thank you for the heads up" She replied sarcastically. "Now, are you going to stand there or are you going to actually tell me what brings you to my door?"

Tinkerbell and Snow shared a look that made her roll her eyes, before sighing loudly to gain their attention. They seemed to be making an agreement with their eyes as if to decide who is actually going to talk first.

"We were worried about you" began the fairy.

"And why might that be?" asked Regina.

"Well" tried Snow, glancing for a second at Tink before turning once again to Regina "for starters, you stormed out of Granny's yesterday, and no one heard from you since then"

"And since when, me, not telling anyone where I am or I am not going has been an issue?" she replied more harshly than she intended.

The two women shared yet another looked before looking at her pointedly. She could see regret and sadness for her in their eyes, and if it were any other time and any other people they would be already roasting at her feet. But she wasn't that person anymore; she didn't hurt people just because her mind said so. She had a son and R … no no; She just had a son to think about.

"Off with it, you two." She ordered, losing her patience.

"Well, you know.. Emma going to the past, and changing everything.." Snow tried. But there was no way she was giving them the satisfaction of flinching.

"Since the savior brought your soul mate's wife back from the dead." Blurted Tinkerbell, releasing a breath she was obvioulsy holding "There I said it."

"TINKERBELL!" Yelled Snow.

It hurt. Her heart felt heavy in her chest, it hurt so bad, and she couldn't remember the last time it hurt that much.

She knew what they were talking about, she wasn't stupid. But she hoped that by seeing that she wasn't giving them the satisfaction of responding, they would get the hint. She didn't want to talk about it, not now, not ever. She just lost her second chance at love and happiness, choker!

Maybe she was stupid after all, stupid for opening herself yet again to heartache. And damn it, she opened herself so much; she told him about him, about her first love; about their story; about how Snow crushed her first chance at love by telling her mother about him, about how Cora ripped his heart out and crushed it right in front of her. She told him everything about her first love.

She told him everything about Daniel.

And she'd be lucky if her stupidity ended here; no; of course not. She had to tell him about the prophecy too. That bloody lion tattoo, the pixie dust, about them being soul-mates. God she was stupid.

Maybe things work out when they're supposed to. Maybe it's all about timing.

His voice, his words, came rushing back as if to stop her from doubting. The exact words he used when she told him that she was scared. The timing couldn't be more wrong for those words to resurface.

"I'm fine." She tried; already knowing that she wasn't fooling anyone. But she wasn't sure who she was trying to convince more, them or herself.

"Regina.."

"I said I was fine." She said harshly "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some things to get to." She said trying to close the door, only to be stopped by Snow's hand.

"Before I forget, David is calling a council meeting at Granny's tomorrow morning."

"Did you just say council?" Regina raised her eyebrow at her formal step-daughter. Since when did they have a freaking council?

"Well yes." She said, a hint of hesitation in her voice.

"Since when do we have a council? And who the hell are they?"

"Well it was for lack of better words. And as for the members it's you, David, Gold, Emma, Hook and me of course."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Wonderful. Should be a tea party! And may I ask what this meeting would be about?"

"One of the merry men said he saw something suspicious at the edge of the forest last night. David and Emma are checking on it right as we talk, if it is something important, we should discuss it."

"Even better! A tip from an arrow carrying thief" the Queen rolled her eyes yet again "Anything else I should know about?" She was met by silence "Good. Have a great day then." And then she remembered. "Oh, Snow? I might need your help getting my key back from Mr. Locksley if you don't mind."

Snow only nodded in understanding before smiling at her formal step mother and leaving with Tinkerbell behind her.

Regina closed the door, sighing, and put her hands in front of her face. This was going to be a very long day.


A/N : TA-DAM!

And here it is, folks (I don't even know why I'm using this word)

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