SO THE DRAMA

Title from Kim Possible movie STD. Using without permission. I reblogged a photo by curvypragmatist with a scenario in mind, thought of writing a three part story for it.

OUAT is by aBc -defghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz...

Henry was crouched beside her wounded mother, his birth mother had just punched the daylight out of Isaac, the worthless author and had spilled his bag. As his mother takes her dying breath, he saw it… the magical pen.

That… he frowned as his teary eyes focused on it, is the pen calling to me? Is this… yes, this could be it! I might be the next author and I can write Isaac's story off! I can end this!

He crawled towards the bag and with shaking hands he took the pen, raise it to the light and waited for something to happen. Ten seconds, fifteen, twenty… one minute - two… and then they all heard it, the sound of the bell that signifies the end of Isaac's story. He looked down at the pen still, nothing is happening, should there be any reaction to him? Maybe all he had to do was use the pen… but what about the ink? "I need 'the' ink!"

"Here…I'd…" Emma stood, took her sword from the ground and was about to cut her palm…

"No, we can't use your blood in this timeline mom, we don't need the dark savior's blood… but we could use the white savior's" he said looking at his other mother.

"You maybe right boy, but you are not the next author. That quill is nothing but a wood, and no matter how long you write me off, this world will remain, this is where you all will now belong." A smirk on Isaac's face which suddenly dissolved when Emma's fist once again collided with his face, nose bloodied and eyes rolled before he fall on the ground unconscious."

"Go Henry, do it, I believe in you." She said as she saw the boy took Isaac's book of Heroes and Villains and opened it to the last page. He watched the dying woman lying still on the ground, hand crossed each other over her wounded abdomen as her supposed true love kneel before her. Henry then crouched once again beside Regina, dipped the quill to her bloodied hands and started writing on the book.

Emma saw Henry put the period at last and waited with bated breath for the world to right itself. But nothing happened. "Mom…" Henry called out, to her or to Regina she has no idea, "I… nothing happens… mom!" Emma frowned as she watched her son bury his face on the brunettes bloodied hands, she looked at Robin, "Kiss her!" she ordered the man.

Mother and son waited, Henry had straightened himself to give way to the man who would rescue his mother and keep her from dying. The bandit leaned forward, despite the gasped heard from his people, he then brushed his lips with Regina's now pale ones. Emma and Henry waited for that magic moment, that wave of white force to hit them, but nothing happened. "Kiss her again! And this time, kiss her like you mean it! She is your fucking TRUE LOVE!" Emma screamed, tears now spilling in her eyes. This aches so so much more than seeing Killian die at the hand of her father.

Robin did as asked, she knew of Regina the bandit, but had only met her once, and he knew there must be a connection, he felt it at the tavern, he felt it when he saw her at the church earlier… but true love? That is too much for a connection that young. But he did, he owed it to this woman to save her. He pressed her lips to the lying woman, puts all his emotion in that short time they'd met. Whatever this Emma or this boy was expecting, he knew not but this for the good of this woman. He will deal with Zelena's ire later…

Nothing happened, and that just made the blonde woman angrier, "You're not doing it right! You are not kissing her the right way! You…"

"Emma stop,"

The blonde did and she fell on her knees beside the woman, Henry giving way for his other mother, "He needs to do this right Regina, he is your true love he can save you… I…"

The woman chuckled painfully, blood started flowing out of her mouth, "I do believe, that if Robin is indeed my true love, something would have happened the first time he kissed me," she grinned and raise one hand where the woman took it in hers, "I told you, my happy ending is not a man," she tried to joke only get more anguished sobs from the womab beside her and the boy. Robinhood had stood and stepped aside. For him, the interaction between the two women were personal and that being there feels so wrong. He stepped aside. "You just give that bandit a reason to grope me," another tease said in labored breath, "Henry?"

"You should have gotten in and stop the wedding," he mumbled, "Its your happy ending…"

"You know I can't, I…" she swallowed and winced, "You said I'm a hero, a hero can't take other's happiness away from them. Heroes don't do that." she smiled and then once again looked at the blonde woman, "… lucky… meet you…"

"Regina…" she called with a heavy heart as the woman's hand slackens in hers, "No… Regina!"

-0-

He had witnessed the heart breaking scene, and without his dark heart cried. Regina is right, a hero doesn't take someone else happiness… he is not a hero, he might have kept the illusion but he knows the truth, he is not and will never be a hero. He will always be the same old coward. He wiped his tears as he turned and walked silently back to Belle.

TBC

yup part 1. Sorry, I suck at writing angst! loool.