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You like me...you really like me!
Thanks to you all. Especially my friend and muse,
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So we go on. And I would like to get good comments...like how good or bad is this.
SwanQueenPanda: As much as I have given The Boys grief, I am not that good of a writer (See Everafter Volumes 1 & 2 for proof). But thanks.
Hurricane Jackson: I understand, and I am sure there will be some great HoodQueen stories out there. I just don't know that much about this Robin Hood to do him justice. And besides, did anyone ever clear any of this with Maid Marian (played by Eva Langoria if they're smart)?
Here's the second. The usual disclaimers apply.
Emma Swan tried to gather herself up. She knew the last thing she needed right now were parents, her son's co-parent, Captain Hook, and the main corporate symbol of the Walt Disney Company (outside of that mouse, of course) connecting the dots and asking embarrassing questions about a lion over her ass. And what it means.
Especially when she knows what it could mean. And that she has been trying to run away from that answer for almost three years.
She adjusted her face to reflect the right amount of smugness, and turned to staring crowd.
"So...do you find my butt THAT spectacular?"
"Actually, kinda..." remarked Killian Jones, still trying to figure away to get inside what that tattoo was hovering over. It was a remark that earned Captain Jones a sharp kick to the shin by the tattooed lady's mom.
"Emma.." Tinkerbell started to explain. "It's just that...the tattoo that you have...well...where it is...is the EXACT drawing I envisioned for Regina's soul mate. And that tattoo IS unique...'
Regina interjected with trademark snarkiness: "So, are you implying that my 'true love' (Regina using air quote fingers) is the spawn of the two sad excuses for human beings that I detest the most?"
"No, Regina..." answered Tink. "I'm just saying she has the same tattoo..."
Regina rolled her eyes . "This is what I get for trusting a fairy with my love life. Might as well stayed with Singlebrooke..."
"Single.. what?" ask a puzzled Tinkerbell.
" it was a dating site. Just about every person in town joined: including myself," Regina recalled. " I only had one respondent,as a matter of fact."
Hook chimed in, "So...who was the lucky suitor"
"If you need to know..." Regina let out a sigh. "It was...Dopey. Horny little freak..."
That sounded like one of those I-really-don't-want-to-know-the details things, so it was best thought by everyone to let that one lie.
In addition, Emma did not want to answer any questions about tattoos, lions, or anything else. "I'm going to patrol. I'll be back later. I suggest everyone else gets some rest. We'll be headed for Pan's camp tonight." Emma was definite in that statement. Though what she really needed was time for herself. And hopefully time to get thoughts out of mids of others about lions and tattoos and soul mates.
And so, minutes later, Emma Swan found herself near the lake where everyone took a bath later. She wasn't going in, though. She was reflecting.
Since hat birthday night three years ago when this 8-year old kid pretty much kidnapped her into going into this small town in Maine, even since Emma laid eyes on the exquisite brunette that was the kid's adoptive mother, she was taken by the beauty, the style, the feistiness of Regina Coralina tried to run, but something always stopped her, mostly Regina or something close to her. And every step the woman took, no matter how hard she tried, she became closer to Regina. It was Emma that gave Regina her magic back. It was Regina who saved her and Mary Margaret (though she also knew that Regina would never let anyone know that she actually cared for Emma's pixie-ish mom).
And only a few days ago, it was the two of them...together...that saved an entire town by willing all the magic they had in them to do it, only to be thrust on an adventure to save the one thing that bound they together.
Only Henry wasn't that one thing. There was another. It was the smile of Regina Mills. And the sneer. And the smirk. And that ever present scent of apples. And those eyes as dark brown as Godiva chocolates.
And if she really wanted to admit it to herself, those dark red lips that she could imagine were tastier than any chocolate.
Yes, there was something going on here. And she did not want to find out. Because she knew she would be hurt. In just two years she lost Graham. She lost Booth. God dammit ...she lost Neal for the second time. She didn't want to lose again.
Or maybe, it was an omen. Henry and that damned tattoo and everything else were signs...from God or whatever...that maybe her answer lay in the dark brown eyes of one Regina Mills.
"Well, the last time I looked, staring into the water for five minutes was not patrolling...dear..."
Shocked, Emma immediately turned. It was who she thought it was alright. Regina Mills, arms crossed, tapping her foot.
Flanked to her right was Tinkerbell, in a similar stance.
Flanked to her left was Snow White, with hands on hips, striking a where-have-you-been-all-night-young-lady stance.
And the trio looked they wanted explanation And Emma had no way out.
The sheriff just flashed a cheeky, embarrassed smile to the three and sheepishly said..."Hi."
Emma Swan was not getting out of this one...
TBC
A couple of other notes:
I kinda like this Tinkerbell. Rose McIver did a remarkable job of being the chipper Tink we all know and love, and a hardened older Tinkerbell at the end. I hope this one hangs around.
Besides, when Emma throws him overboard like a sack of wet potatoes when she leaves him for Regina, poor Hook will need someone for the rebound...unless Tink likes the idea of a threesome.
Speaking of which, please check out my other fic I'm working on: The One Where The Sheriff Can't Find her Handcuffs. Tamara lives, she's actually likeable, mucho smut, and the freak flag flies high. Rated M.
Enjoy!
