Warnings: Probably get be dark. Like way dark... If I continue it.
Summary: Set after "The Price" in Season Five, after saving Robin Regina summons the Dark One in a secluded part of the forest.
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A/N: Dammit DarkSwan for haunting my dreams with your sexy evilness. P.S. I apologize for any and all mistakes. I finished this at like a quarter to one. I was going to sleep on it. But I got a bit excited. Lemme know in the comments if there should be a second chapter. Or you can hit me up on tumblr (CuteLikeMurder) or twitter ( MurderouslyCute).
"Emma Swan..."
She shouldn't be doing this. Summoning the Dark One wasn't the brightest of ideas.
"Emma Swan..."
And yet here Regina Mills was, standing the forest, alone, hesitant, but determined to do just that. Why? She wasn't certain. But then again, when was her encounters with the former Savior not wrought with doubt and insecurity?
"Emma Swan..."
With a flourish of dark smoke, Emma Swan stood before her in all of her dark glory. Dressed in black leather, white hair pulled back into a tight bun, lips stained bright red, skin shimmering in the moonlight. She didn't look like the Savior anymore. She didn't look like the infuriating blond, the mother to her son, the sheriff of Storybrooke.
She didn't look like her Emma anymore.
"Your Majesty..." the Dark One greeted with a nod. Her sea green eyes holding a predatory glint to them as she circled Regina like a shark before a feeding frenzy.
"Dark One..." Regina gave her own curt nod, squaring her shoulders. Emma might be the Dark One now. But that didn't change things between them.
"You're not afraid of me, are you?" she asked, her red lips quirking in a smirk. "Not like the others."
"If I didn't fear the Imp, then there is no force in this world or any other that will make me fear you, Emma." Regina told herself no matter what she wouldn't cower in Emma's presence. She had been a queen after all. More refine than that. She didn't shrink in the presence of evil. And she wouldn't shy away from Emma.
The Dark One bit back a laugh. "Still think you can save me?"
"I know I can." Regina replied. "I will."
"Don't," Emma ordered with a wave of her hand. "Don't play the hero, Regina. It's not you."
The Evil Queen arched an eyebrow. "Ironic coming from you."
Emma stopped and took a step toward her. When Regina didn't inch away, the Dark One's smirk widened. "No, what's ironic is that the woman who stole everyone's happiness is fighting so hard to save them."
Regina shook her head. "Not them, Emma. You. I'm trying to save you."
"You can't save me," Emma told her.
"That's the Darkness talking." Regina took a breath and let it slowly. "I won't give up on you."
"Give it time."
"Emma, I know you believe it's hopeless..."
"Don't." She held up a hand to silence Regina. "Don't use Snow's tired Hope Speech, Regina. There is no Savior anymore. There's only the Dark One."
The Evil Queen frowned. "Henry believes I can be the Savior. Why can't you?"
Emma's response came swiftly. "Because of what you did to me in Camelot."
"What did I do, Emma?" Regina asked, her eyes pleading for the truth. "Why did you take away my memories?"
Emma shrugged. "Like I said it's a curse."
"And as I said, I've gathered that. I just don't understand why."
"You know why."
Regina rolled her eyes. "Clearly. Or else I wouldn't be asking."
"Sarcasm. The Evil Queen always hides behind clever quips when she's caught off guard. Or frustrated. Or nervous..." Emma took another step forward, slowly closing the distance between them. "Do I make your nervous, your Majesty?"
The hairs on Regina's arms stood on end. She could feel Emma like an electric current that buzzed all around her. "Emma, stop. This isn't you."
"Maybe it is. Maybe this is me," the Dark One began, her voice unnaturally low. "I was born with darkness in my heart, Regina. If it wasn't for Snow and Charming, maybe I would have grown up to cast the first curse. Maybe I would have worked up the courage to do something you were too weak to do."
"And what was that?" Regina asked, trying to keep her anger in check. It was difficult considering all that she had done to prove to everyone that she wasn't weak. She told herself that Emma was just trying to rattle her. She told herself that she wouldn't allow that to happen.
"Take this dagger and plunge it in the heart of the Dark One," Emma replied, the Dagger appearing in her hands out of nowhere. "Maybe this is fate."
"We make our own fate."
Emma shook her head. "You don't really believe that."
This time Regina took a step, fighting the urge to reach for the dagger and stop this madness. "I have to. How else could an Evil Queen become a hero?"
As if she could read her mind the Dagger vanished and Emma took another step. Now she was so close Regina could count each of Emma's individual shimmering eyelashes.
"Is that the only reason?" Emma asked, her eyes darkening.
Regina's resolve wavered, the Dark One's gaze weighing heavy on her. "What's that..."
Emma tried to silence her. "Regina... I've seen the way you look at me."
The Evil Queen's frown deepened. "I don't know what-"
"Don't play dumb. You've always enjoyed playing with fire," Emma said, trying close in on Regina. "And I know that you've felt something for me for awhile."
This time she did retreat, but Emma pressed on. "It's more than just us sharing a son. Or me being the first person outside of Henry to believe in you."
Regina's back was against a tree when stopped. "You want me, Regina. You want me to give you want your outlaw could never give you."
"What my happy ending?" Regina asked, her voice more breathy than she would have liked.
"Happy endings are overrated, Regina," Emma informed. "That's not why you summoned me. That's not why you can't leave me alone. And that's not what you want from me."
Regina's tongue darted out to moisten suddenly dry lips. She tried to stand tall but the way Emma was looking at her made her feel like prey. Still she found her voice, shaky but still hers. "And tell me Dark One, what do I want?"
Emma reached up and took everything not to flinch under her touch. The Dark One tucked a loose strand of hair behind Regina's ear, her fingers lingering on her neck, hoovering just above her pulse point. Emma's hooded gaze caught hers and for a moment Regina was paralyzed.
Not by fear.
She could never fear Emma.
"You want me fast and hard," Emma breathed. "You want me to make your toes curl, and your eyes roll back into your head. You want me to hurt you in all the right ways, and make you pop like warm champagne. And then beg me to hurt you just a little more..."
Regina's chest heaved, her stomach twisted in knots. But there was no denying the way Emma's touch made her skin hum and her blood boil.
"Someone thinks highly of themselves." Still she had to try. Not just for Emma's sake. But for her own.
"No, but I know you, Regina," Emma said. Her fingers sliding down her neck, along her collarbone. "I can read you. Read your body. The goosebumps raising on your skin. Your heart hammering in your chest. Your lips parted every so slightly."
Emma lean in, her breath ghosting across Regina's lips as her touched dipped between the valley between her breasts, causing her breath to hitch and her body to tremble. A part Regina wanted to run, to chase Emma away. Another part of her wanted capture the Dark One's lips and give into everything Emma's darkened gaze promised.
"You want me to kiss you," Emma continued. "Slow and sensuous. My body moving along yours. My lips trailing down your neck, chest... stomach... My fingers sliding inside your panties. You want me on my knees, your Majesty. You want to be worshiped in a way only I can do for you."
Regina swallowed passed the lump in her throat. "Emma... please..."
"See, you're already begging me," Emma said, her thumb swiping along Regina's bottom lip. "I think I like the way you beg, Regina."
Regina pressed herself against the trunk of the tree. "This... This isn't you..."
"We've already been through this. Maybe this has been me all along."
"Emma..."
The Dark One pressed herself into Regina's body. She was so warm. But her words were ice cold, almost threatening. "This is what you want, Regina."
Emma's touch burned along her skin, hot and needy. And it made Regina's own need swell as Emma carefully went to the first button of her blouse. She undid the button. And Regina gasped, but Emma continued, fiddling with the second.
This was wrong, Regina told herself. This wasn't Emma. This wasn't them. That was a sobering thought. And the Evil Queen caught her by her wrist.
"Emma, stop!" she exclaimed, finally pushing her away. "You want me to believe that you're gone. That there's no hope for you. You might even believe that yourself. But it doesn't change anything between us.
"'I saved you, now you save me.' Remember? I know what my mission is, Emma. I may not be the Savior Storybrooke wants. But I'm the Savior it needs. And I'll save them. I'll save everyone. Starting with you."
She didn't wait for Emma to rebuke her and disappeared in a flourish of purple smoke. Regina was in her home, in her room; alone. She was shaking, hugging herself, seeking comfort that would never come. Maybe there was no saving Emma. Maybe she was already too far gone. Maybe Regina's quest was all for not.
No. She shook her head. Regina couldn't believe that. Emma wasn't gone. Just lost. Lost in the Darkness. She could relate. She had once been just as lost. If it wasn't for Henry or for Emma she'd still be lost. She'd still be the Evil Queen.
Regina made a few phone calls. First to Snow and Charming. She wanted to meet at Granny's tomorrow to discuss the coming Darkness that Emma had warned her about. They agreed but when Snow asked if she was alright, Regina lied and said she was fine. Then she called the Pirate and told him the plan. She may not respect Hook, but he loved Emma. He wanted to save her. He deserved to be a part of this. Finally, she called Robin.
"Is everything alright, Regina?" he asked.
She bit her trembling bottom lip and nodded wordlessly before she realized he needed her to speak. "Yes. I'm just worried about Emma."
"Of course," he told her. "We'll find a way to save her, Regina. You have to believe that."
"I do... it's just..."
"I know things seem hopeless, but have faith," he urged her. "Until tomorrow, my love."
"Yes, until tomorrow. Good night."
But he didn't hang up. "Regina, do you need me to come over."
Her response was immediate. "No. No, it's fine, Robin. I'll see you tomorrow."
She hung up and tossed the phone to the side. Her weariness had finally caught up with her and all she wanted to do was sleep. Perhaps she would feel better in the morning. It was a pretty thought. But Regina doubted there was any coming back from this. Not intact, at the very least. Not after what happened in the forest. She couldn't shake it from her mind; what Emma said, what she did... how she made Regina feel. She told herself it was wrong. It wasn't Emma. It wasn't her Emma talking. And yet, she had never been so drawn to her. She had never wanted something or someone so badly.
Had she been attracted to Emma this whole time? No, that was ridiculous. Just as ridiculous as this notion that Emma had been attracted to her. They were friends. First they had been enemies. Then only after years of fighting side by side they had forged a friendship. A bond that no force could shake. And yet...
Regina hadn't stopped shaking since she left the Dark One in the forest.
Sleep. She told herself once more. All she needed was sleep. She could overthink this later. For now, she needed to rest. Regina would be no good to anyone if she didn't sleep now.
It was another few nerve wracking moments before Regina was ready for bed. Dressed in silk pajamas, and freshly showered she slipped into her bed, praying for sleep to take her. However in the hush of her bedroom Regina replayed Emma's words. And when she closed her eyes all she saw was the Darkness that had consumed the Savior.
With a frustrated groan Regina sat up and resigned herself to another sleepless night. Until she saved Emma there would be many more restless nights to come.
"Thinking about me again, Your Majesty?"
Her voice was like ice water down her back. Suddenly Regina was alert with her guard up.
"Emma?"
A plume of black smoke heralded the arrival of the Dark One, standing at the foot of her bed. Emma's expression gave nothing away. But one thing was certain, she wasn't here for a social visit.
"You shouldn't be here," Regina said, fighting the urge to cover herself with the down comforter. She wouldn't cower in Emma's presence. She wouldn't act like the others did. Emma wanted her to be afraid, to turn her back. But she wouldn't. That was the silent promise she made to herself. She wouldn't give up on Emma.
"Shouldn't?" Emma chuckled, darkly. "Now, Regina that isn't exactly resending my invitation. If I didn't know any better... It's almost like you want me to stay."
"If only to make sure you don't do something you'll regret..." The lie came so quickly even Regina was surprised by it. Of course she didn't want Emma to hurt anyone. But if she was honest, truly honest with herself that wasn't the only reason she wanted her to stay.
And Emma knew it. The devilish smirk said it all. "There she is."
"Emma, this isn't you."
The Dark One rolled her eyes. "Don't. Don't be like them. You're not a hero, Regina. I can see the darkness in your heart. It's calling to me. Just like mine is calling to you."
Regina opened her mouth but her rebuttal died in her throat. What did she want her to say? What did she want from her?
"Regina, don't fight this," Emma purred, walking along the edge of the bed, her fingers dancing along the sheets, and inching toward Regina. "You've wanted me ever since I took a chainsaw to your apple tree."
That wasn't true. The first time she felt the pull of attraction was when Emma answered the door in nothing but a white tank top and panties, unabashedly comfortable with herself in a way that Regina could never be. Of course she had come to intimidate Emma into leaving. But that plan had been momentarily forgotten when the Savior caught her off guard. The mutilating of her beloved apple tree had just been icing on the cake. Not that Regina admitted that to herself or anyone for that matter.
Not for a long while, anyway.
"A penny for your thoughts, your Majesty..."
Regina blinked away the tornado of thoughts swirling around in her head and met Emma's eyes. She was sitting the edge of the bed. The predatory glint was back as she watched Regina.
"Emma..."
Again the Dark One rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me that this isn't me. I've embraced the Darkness. Like you did once, Regina. You can do it again."
She leaned in, her hands on either side of Regina's legs, her body hovering over her like a shimmering black curtain. Again Regina's heart sped up, her breathing was ragged, and her skin hummed, longing for whatever dark promise on the tip of Emma's tongue.
The room filled with Emma's deep, rolling laughter. And the bed shift as the Dark One climbed into bed with her. She was straddling her legs, her hands moving to the headboard behind Regina. She was trapped in more ways than one.
The Dark One smirked, dangerously yet alluring. And then she whispered. "Tell me, Regina. Does the Evil Queen want to be bad?"
The brunette took a deep shaking breath and let it out slowly. She closed her eyes and wordlessly nodded her head.
As Emma leaned in Regina stopped her and hand on her chest. Where her own heart hummed it was beating so quickly, Emma's heartbeat was steady. "That doesn't mean I will."
When Regina opened her eyes, the Dark One was more like her Emma again. She looked dejected, forlorn, like a woman drowning depressingly wanting to be saved. Against her better judgment, Regina reached up and cupped her face in her hands. She assumed that Emma would have been cool to the touch but it was the opposite. She was like a furnace, warm and inviting.
"Emma..." she whispered. "This should be me. Why did you do it?"
The Dark One didn't move away. "Because you worked too hard for your happiness, Regina."
"My happiness wasn't-" Regina corrected herself. "-It isn't more important than your own."
"But I was the Savior."
"I've never needed anyone to save me."
"You will," Emma told her. "They all will."
"What's coming?" Regina asked. "What's this problem?"
The Dark One didn't respond. Not at first. Then she sighed and met Regina's gaze. "It's me... Save me, Regina. And if you can't save me, then stop me."
And like that she was gone in a puff of dark smoke.
And Regina was alone.
