Thank you for the reviews and the follows! This story has been on my mind for a while now and your response makes me super happy! Here's the next little bit :) This is shorter than I like as a chapter (as was the first chapter) but I found a good place to split it up and went with it :')

Also, there seems to be loads of mystery left unsolved, so bare with me and it'll come clear! Remember you're just as confused as Regina is right now ;)


Regina opens her eyes. She is lying on something soft, music beginning to fill her ears as she comes round. Vienna by Ultravox. She recognises it. As she rises from the makeshift bed she is on she realises she is on a boat, the feeling of the movement on the water obvious despite her confusion. As she leaves the room she enters the main section of the boat. She can see a great crowd of people. The ceiling is lined with fabrics and lanterns hang periodically. The crowd and the low ceiling give the whole space a claustrophobic feel. She makes her way through the people, them not seeming to have even noticed that she has been shot. The music seems to get louder, filling her senses, the space feeling smaller and smaller around her. She fights her way through the people, managing to find her way to the exit of the boat. She walks up the footbridge to the dock. Luckily uniform police officers seem to be heading her way, she grabs the nearest one, cries into his ears, pleads him to listen;

"Help me! I've been shot!"

The officer shoves her off, his intent to enter the boat. She tries another officer, claws at his jacket to get him to listen, although she is dismissed. A female officer follows, she tries her instead;

"I've been shot! Help!"

Even the female brushes her off, heading off towards the boat.

Regina runs forward, looking for anyone to help her. She looks ahead, is faced with a wall of Adam and the Ants posters. She turns to the glass reflection of the window next to it, notices her appearance.

What?!

On her feet are a pair of red stiletto heels, her legs, a pair of black thigh high stockings, the garter of which is clearly visible due to the length of the red dress she is wearing, a dress that scoops low and reveals a generous expanse of cleavage. Across her shoulders is a large dramatic white fur coat.

"How?" Regina mutters, she leans in to look at her head. Not a single gunshot wound can be found on her body. She remembers looking into Jeffersons eyes, and then watching the bullet come towards her. As if it was in slow motion, she saw it reach her, and she knew that that was the end, that moment. Now here she is, seemingly unharmed.

She doesn't have long to wonder though, suddenly she is being grabbed from behind.

"You called the police didn't you?" The man shouts in her face, accusing. She recognises the man from the boat, the boat she had woken up on. Too stunned still to answer the man's cries, she tries to walk away, but he blocks her path again, continuing to shout in her face.

A red car squeals to a halt next to them, and three men get out, aiming their guns towards the pair. The first man, is tall and slender, his hair short and dark. He is wearing a dark leather jacket, and he takes his place next to a second man. The second man is broad, with longer dark hair that curls and a beard adorning his chin. Despite the obvious height of the first man, he makes him look small in comparison. Both men look to the third, the obvious leader, waiting on his instruction. The third man is the one that captures Regina's attention, he is handsome, a chiselled face with a light stubble across his chin. His hair a sandy blonde and parted. As he aims his gun, he speaks;

"Today my friend, your diary entry will read, took a prozzy hostage and was shot by three armed bastards."

The man from the boat grabs her then, and she's struck by how the tables had turned. This morning she was the one facing a victim and a criminal, now she was the victim. Her mind reeling from the events, from being shot, from waking up in this place, dressed like this, she begins to ramble;

"Don't let this get out of control." She watches the three police take aim, "think, you have to be smart. If you choose a path of destruction driven by illogical pride and delusional self importance, you'll enjoy only a fleeting moment of pride before being shot and killed. A fatality outcome is what these officers are after."

She doesn't know where she is pulling this from, just knows it's stopping her from being in the middle of a sea of bullets between the two parties. She feels the grip on her loosening. She relaxes slightly, he gets it; if he pretends to be armed they have a reason to shoot him.

"Ah, you're right." He begins, "Don't shoot officers, I'm unarmed. This won't amount to anything Mr Locksley."

He approaches the handsome one, his hands raised in the air, signalling that he is unarmed. The officer gives him a blow to his stomach, winding him. As he bends over double, the officers cuff him, giving instructions into police radios which are huge, Regina notices. Bulky and black, looking like something of policing of days gone by, with a huge ariel.

The good looking officer speaks again then, "Will, get a cuppa for the lady, classiest pro we've had all week." As he says it he gestures the hand still holding the gun in her direction. She sees down the black hole of the barrel. Regina's mind whirls back to the boat. To being shot. To seeing the bullet and knowing that was the end, that Henry had Emma and he was safe. Her thoughts spin, nothing had made sense since she had woken up. Her vision is spinning then, her thoughts betraying her senses. Spinning and spinning, the wheels turning but coming to no answers, then, it all goes black once more.

Regina opens her eyes, as her vision comes into focus she hears a voice, "I can see the attraction, if toms are your thing." Her eyes flutter, first she sees the faces of the two officers from before, one of which must be Will, she remembers that much. When the men notice Regina's consciousness they quickly step away from the car window they had been ogling her through, looking like two school boys caught doing something they shouldn't.

Regina climbs out of the car, and for the first time, properly takes in her surroundings. She knows she was shot, that was real. Is this a dream? She is outside a police station, that much is clear. But she can hear birds singing, can feel the cool breeze on her skin. She begins to babble, her mind spilling out; "it's a full sensory hallucination." She touches the car in front of her. "I can feel. I can feel everything." She looks to the road they are parked on. How to end this dream. How to get back? She notices a car coming.

She says one word.

"Henry."

She steps out in front of the car.


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