A/N: Ah the weekend. Perfect for staying up all night writing. I'll probably do most of my updating on the weekends because school keeps me pretty busy. I'll try to do it during the week too of course.
Thanks for all of the positive feedback. I can't believe my stories are being recepted as well as they are. Anyway, here's chapter 2.
Chapter 2
Regina's POV
The Son
I woke up. That itself is worth noting. It meant that I hadn't dreamt everything that had just happened. I had actually kissed Emma Swan.
Emma Swan had actually just kissed me back.
It was so good. I woke up with a warm feeling in my belly, like waking up from a really good dream. Like waking up from a dream where you eat a really good apple pie.
I lifted my head and looked around. Everyone else seemed to be still asleep, including the mass of golden curls beside me. She had made it. She was in the Enchanted Forest with her family where she belonged. I had given back what I had stolen from Emma Swan. Now she was here, and she was beautiful. Dressed from head-to-toe in pure white, she looked like the savior she was.
I did not seem to be in the same situation. I looked down at the regal attire I was wearing. Black, hot, impossible shoes. I was already sweating. Great. And oh, my hair. It was so long and difficult. I looked like the Evil Queen. I knew I would soon be getting the same amount of respect I deserved.
None.
And I had done it again.
Around me, other people started to wake from their trances, including Emma and her parents.
Her parents. Oh God, I had screwed up big time.
Emma stirred and then woke up with a start as if she was being pulled out of a nightmare, and I was staring into bright blue orbs.
"Huh," was the only thing that came out of her mouth.
Profound, Swan. Absolute genius.
I watched her mind quickly change gears. Almost telepathically, I figured out what she was thinking about.
"Henry," we breathed in unison.
Frantically, we searched the field of waking people for our son. So many terrible things crossed through my mind. What if the curse didn't work on him? He could be stuck in that horrible world by himself. He could be floating about in some nonexistent world, consumed by darkness, scared and alone. I glanced across the field at Emma. A similar look of distress was displayed across her face. Tears started to well up in my eyes. That's when I heard his voice.
"Moms?"
Henry. His voice carried to our ears. Emma and I ran to him and scooped him into our arms.
"Where were you?"
"You had us worried sick!"
"I'm so sorry."
"We would've found you."
"I was right over there," Henry said, pointing to an empty patch of grass.
I quickly used magic to heal his small bumps and scrapes. I realized how much easier it flowed. I had forgotten how much of it was available in this land. I took a minute to soak it all in, breathing it in through my pores and out the top of my head. It made me feel slightly more alive. Then, I turned my attention back to Henry.
After a fair amount of hugging and admiring his new princely clothes, Henry chimed in of his own accord.
"So what happened back there," he asked. "Do you two have true love?"
Now we were forced to answer a question that had just been presented to us minutes ago.
"Henry..."
"I don't think its that simple, kid," Emma said, looking past him into my eyes.
I wondered if the sound of my heart shattering was audible.
"But you broke Pan's curse," Henry wanted answers.
Before he got any, I was approached by Emma's parents. I braced myself for a sword or an arrow through my chest. All that came were questions about the plans for the future. I could see a concern in their eyes. An unavoidable conversation would be taking place later.
They told me that we should find my castle, and they told the townspeople the same. Not long after, we set off. I was clutching Henry's hand so hard, he asked if I was ok. I told him we all would be soon, as I watched Emma look so natural in the Enchanted forest. Henry looked scared.
"I will be too Henry," I assured him.
I decided I needed some time alone. I let go of Henry's hand and nudged him toward Emma. I snuck off into the woods by myself.
As I walked through the woods, some survival instincts started to come back to me. 28 years behind a desk had affected me physically. My feet were hurting and my head was pounding, but I kept walking.
I needed to get as far away from Emma Swan as possible.
My heart was physically split into two different parts. I could feel it. I walked on.
Finally, it became too much to bear and I collapsed against a tree. Pathetic.
I sobbed, hard. I had fallen in love with Emma Swan, yet it "wasn't that easy." Why wasn't it? Because Emma had never fallen in love with me.
I regretted all of this. If I would've let her go, I would never have seen her again.
But instead, here I was, crouched on the ground, dirtying a perfectly good dress, and crying over Emma Swan. Crying over wasted love. Crying over everything that I hadn't let myself cry over before. It was pure torture. I felt sick to my stomach.
I think I was about to throw up when I heard the footsteps.
"Regina..."
No, please, not again.
A/N: Chapter two complete! Remember this story is completely AU, and it won't follow the season three storyline.
