Chapter Two

Plans

A/N: Chapter two! Whoop. I am sorry I didn't update this for a couple weeks. School started and I'm sick right now, and my life just is fucked up right now. But I will try my hardest to update when I can, which most likely will be on weekends.

And also, sorry about the amount of CS and OQ, (I don't even ship CS and OQ doesn't bother me as much as it used to, so I'm also biting myself in the ass writing all the CS and OQ just as much as you're suffering though it.) they're part of the storyline and should be over sooner than you know it. But in order to get happiness, you have to overcome obstacles. So besides that, thanks for reading and more to come soon. Until next time lovelies...


Emma woke the next morning feeling a small pain in her head, most likely the consequence of having one too many drinks the night prior. She was alone in her room at least, grateful for the situation. She picked up her phone and checked for the time. 7:48 am. At least she had time to get some headache medicine in her system before the rest of her family awoke, but her chances of getting breakfast before she had to go back to work were slim to none. But at least there were bear claws at Granny's if she still needed breakfast.

She almost flung the blankets off of her as she got out of her bed, and had been careless enough to not make up the bed afterwards. She walked to the door of her bedroom and opened it, only to wake up to her parents lying dead tired on the couch and her baby brother sleeping soundly in his crib. Of course Emma had forgotten about her brother, and how much he disliked sleeping during the evening and night hours. The misfortune was the more logical reason Emma had a headache, or at least it seemed.

She slowly walked into the kitchen, trying not to wake anyone, and grabbed the headache pills her mother had left on the counter, much to her quietly took two of the tiny pills out of the bottle and made a silent exit to her room, only to close her door, turn around and then trip on one of the blankets she had left on the floor, which caused a loud thud. Which happened to be loud enough to wake her sleeping brother, and her parents in return.

It was a long morning after all.


The night prior was much more stressful for Regina, as she had been barely able to sleep, and every time she finally did, Rumple's words rang in her head, along with the thought of Robin and his once again happy family, and then her eyes ripped open after every nightmare, not wanting to be in it any longer. But the need to sleep had always dragged her back into slumber, and back into the nightmare.

One lock of her hair, one needle, one doll that you enchant to control her, one stab to the heart, or a couple if you feel like, unenchant the doll, and then burn it. No one will ever know…

The image of her casting the spell and the scene of Marian slowly falling to her demise kept replaying in her dream, but each time Marian was in a different place. The park, swinging little Roland on the swings, on an evening stroll with Robin, making dinner for the family, all good things and what would have been happy memories for them. And they were ruined each time by her hands, her anger, solely her and only her.

...and then when she's dead, you can have your precious toy back.

The images changed to Marian's funeral, and Regina hiding in the trees far in the background, not able to join the crowd, because the only thing she would do is regret everything she'd done. And she couldn't bare Robin's sadness, or his son's either. She couldn't lay a flower on the woman's grave, because it would taint the meaning of all the others. Because she wasn't going to be remorseful, or at least not fully.

But then suddenly, Robin glanced back, almost like he was hoping his wife would emerge through the forest and return to him, but she didn't. And his eyes ended up locked with Regina's, as if fate had played a sick game and had gotten her caught, and she could just see the lost, deprived soul of his behind those eyes, not believing he lost his wife once again. And it destroyed every last ounce of strength Regina had in her.

...you can have your precious toy back.

Those were the last words Regina heard in her dream before she woke up screaming, only to silence herself seconds later. The time of day had turned into morning since she last woke from the horrid dreams. The sunlight shone on the empty area next to her, almost like it had been trying to show her that someone was missing and tried to make up for it. She felt like crying, but thought better of it. This was not matter to cry over, it had only been a dream.

A really, really bad one. That felt all too real.

But it was up to her to make the choice, kill Marian and somehow win Robin back, or watch Marian live happy with her family and take away her happy ending. She had to choose one, because she wasn't the kind to be a homewrecker, and then wasn't going to be the time she started to become one. But if she was going to get the happy ending she ever so desired, then she had to do it.

She had to kill Marian. She had to do the spell.

But to what cost?


Emma slouched in her chair in the sheriff's office, bear claw in mouth, coffee on the table. Even though her mother had told her to take a day off, the streets of Storybrooke needed protection, and if that meant she had to go to work, then that's how it had to be. At least she didn't have to deal with screaming baby noises, or diaper changing.

Note to self: look at those apartments Henry had been mentioning. She thought as she bit into her next delicious bite of her bear claw. She enjoyed the wonderful taste of the pastry for only a few moments, until the phone rang.

"Hello?" she said annoyingly, still eating the food in her mouth.

"Emma?" her mother yelled, which hurt the blonde's ears momentarily, as her mother was trying to drown out the noises in the background, "When you were younger, did you happen to know any babies?"

"Yeah," Emma said; as much as the comment hurt her, she answered the question anyway. "Why are you asking me this? It's not like I remember how to make Neal stop crying."

The name of her brother felt bitter on her tongue, if only her parents named the child Daniel or something, saying the name of her now deceased ex-lover still didn't sit right with her.

"Well that's a shame, because that's exactly what I was going to ask you." her mother said, only to have Charming say something that was inaudible to Emma seconds afterwards, "No honey, we are going to magically charm the baby to sleep! Have you lost your mind?"

The comment made Emma laugh a little bit, apparently her father had lost his mind, but Emma didn't blame the man either.

"Look," Emma began, reverting back to her more serious tone, "why don't you ask Ashley, er, Ella, if she can help you. She had a kid, she knows how to take care of it. I can't help you."

"But Emma,"

Snow didn't get to finish that sentence, Emma just hung up the phone. If they were going to ask her for help, couldn't they have done it after she was finished working? It wasn't like she could stop arresting someone just to tell her something that Google could've done for her.

She rolled her eyes and took in the last bite of her breakfast, and then a sip of coffee, which caused a hot, but delightful, feeling in her throat. She only had to get through eight more hours of her usual duties, and then she could go home and hopefully relax.

Or so she thought.


Regina almost had everything she needed. She had magically made a doll that looked like Marian, the spellbook, and one needle, all she needed was one strand of Marian's hair. All she needed to do was somehow manage to get the hair.

The plan just ended up being the reason she was in the place where Robin and his family were residing.

She magically had gotten her way into the house, but made sure everyone was pasleep before she went in. She wandered around the house quietly, making sure she didn't get herself caught. She house was very well kept, it seemed like there wasn't a single thing out of place. She opened a door slowly, which led to the room that little Roland was sleeping in, who was snoring softly while he lied under the blankets that covered his little body. Regina sighed quietly at the sight, wishing she could sit next to the child until he awoke, and then greet him with a smile. But she coulndn't do that, not anymore. And that stung her a little bit.

She closed the door slowly, accidentally leaving it slightly ajar, before moving onto the next door, which is the one she was looking for, which held Robin and Marian, who laid in the bed together, Robin's arm wrapped around Marian, like he was shielding her from anyone or anything that could hurt her, which made Regina sick, and also slightly contrite. But she shoved the regretful feeling down, as she knew what she had to do.

She cast a spell to freeze the two, so she could take a few strands of Mairan's hair without waking them, and then facing the consequences of breaking and entering aftermath. She walked over to Marian, but stopped to look at the woman in front of her. She looked so innocent, so weak, but yet so loved. She was like a ghost that haunted Regina, and no matter how much she wanted that ghost gone, she still felt a tinge of pain as she plucked a few strands of hair from the woman, and then shoved the feeling back down once again with all the might she had as she placed the hairs in her pocket.

When she was the Evil Queen, she felt almost no mercy for anyone. She was the person who took away happy endings, and then felt no pain as she watched the victims suffer. It should've been second nature to her by then, even though she had tried so hard to change, that part of her was still there, and always would be.

So why the hell couldn't she do this one simple thing without battling out the angel and devil inside of her?

She just walked out the room, unenchanting her victims before she did so, and shut the door soundlessly. She started to walk to the door, and almost made it, until a young voice rang faint across the room.

"Mom?" little Roland asked sleepily as he rubbed his eyes, which caused Regina to turn around sharply. It only took the child a few seconds to realize that the woman that stood before him was not his mother, and the woman his father had been dating for awhile. "Wait, you're not my mommy."

"Roland," Regina began soothingly, with a hint of fear mixed in, "please go back to bed. Forget that I was here. Your daddy just left something of his with me and I wanted to return it." she lied, just hoping that the child would buy it, "Please, go back to bed."

"Okay." the boy responded, not being able to see the lie that had been layered inside those words, which Regina had been grateful for.

As the boy walked back to his room, Regina hastily walked out the door and ran from the house, and caused a pain in her feet, as running in boots wasn't the brightest idea. But Reigna ignored the throbbing pain and ran farther, and started to let the remorse grow on her with every step she took.

Maybe the whole thing was a bad idea after all.


Emma had been driving her police car down the streets of town, doing her usual drive around to check up on the town's streets, when a static noise sounded from the radio in the car, only a few vowels of what the person on the other end was trying to say audible.

"What? I can't hear you, say it again." Emma replied, adjusting the radio a little bit so the signal was much more clear.

"There's been a breaking and entering," Leroy said, his low tone finally understandable, "at that Robin Hood guy's place."

"Okay," Emma said while rerouting to get to Robin's house, "is anyone hurt? Do I need to call an ambulance or something?"

"No, everyone's alright. But the little kid of his mentioned something about Regina being there to give something back to the dude. I kinda doubt that's what she was doing though." Leroy said, which caused Emma to stop the car short.

Oh no.

"Tell them I'll handle it, I have to go pay a visit to Regina." Emma said, putting the car in reverse and turning around to head to the manor.

"But don't you want to.." Leroy began, but Emma shut the radio off and drove faster, not even bothering to turn the lights on.

If Regina had in fact broken into Robin's house, then Emma knew Regina was going to do something. And nothing good either.


Regina had set up the whole getup she needed for the spell; the doll laid on a table next to the spellbook, and the needle stored in a pencil holder a few inches away. According to the book, all she had to do was enchant the hair and wrap it around the doll, and be careful not to break it. Then she just had to take a stab. Then it would all be over.

...you can have your precious toy back.

The sound of Rumple's voice still rang in her head, as she recalled all his instructions and every word he spoke that stuck her in the heart.

...One lock of her hair, one needle, one doll that you enchant to control her, one stab to the heart…

...unenchant the doll, and then burn it. No one will ever know.

...and then when she's dead, you can have your precious toy back.

...I'm just handing you the shortcut.

She enchanted the thin and fragile pieces of hair and then wrapped one around the wrist of the doll, almost like a bracelet. She took a step back and looked at the scene around her, and swallowed her pride, or what was left of it anyway. She picked up the needle from the holder, took in one sharp breath, and closed her eyes, ready to take a stab.

...you can have your precious toy back.

And she almost did, she almost stabbed the doll with the last ounce of strength she had within her, until she felt another hand grab her wrist.