AN: Thanks to everyone who read/reviewed/subscribed. I was not sure if anyone would like a Tamsin/Regina story but due to the reviews and subscribers, I have decided to add another chapter. I tried my best to stay true to the characters but Tamsin is a very hard little nut to crack. I could not really find much of a back-story on her and she has so many layers. At first, she comes off as immature and angry, with zero social skills. Then she is so sweet and fights so hard not to let people see her kindness. Hope you enjoy. Triggers mention of depression and suicide. Oh and this chapter is mostly Regina's back story of how things would have gone down if there was no Greg, and Emma ended up trying to be with Neal(Cringe).
P.S. AN: At this point I have read more fan fics then is probably healthy so this chapter is going to have a fandom head cannon that I love. If people like it I will explain it in further chapters, if not I needed it to explain a few things in the simplest way possible. At the end of the chapter, I will elaborate.
"This is my chance to be the hero." Regina voice cracked and she was barely able to keep herself from braking down into tears at seeing how much her son loathed her. Had anyone else heard the desperation in the former queen's words they might have run to her. Comforting her in a moment of absolute despair. The only person to hear her words could not see her pain. Henry had no concept of grey .His world was black and white. Nor did he realize how far his mother had truly fallen. The Mayor was sinking deeper and deeper into depression and madness.
"You're the evil queen and that's all you will ever be." Henry's words cut Regina deeply. They also served to smack some sense into her. If she killed the Charming's he would always look at her like the villain. He would never love her. He ran and she wanted follow, but then Emma appeared. Regina turned her back on the blonde savior as she hugged her son. A single tear fell from Regina's eye. No matter what Regina did, the boy would never look at her the way he looked at his 'real mother', the thought made Regina cringe. Why didn't he love her? She gave him everything, didn't she? When Emma was off doing god knows what, with god knows who. Regina was a single parent. She was the one who held him when cried. She changed every diaper, soothed every fever, endured every tantrum. Emma may have given birth to him, but she was always the one who was there for him. She tucked him into bed every night. She made him his favorite food when he was sick. She did her best, to be the parent he deserved. After the curse broke, she wanted to redeem herself. Even though no one believed in her, she tried. What was the point in the end she would never be his hero?
Emma looked up at Regina with sad eyes and pulled Henry close to her. Nothing made Regina angrier than seeing Emma pretend to be upset over winning. Regina hated several things about Emma Swan. Her hair, her choice in fashion, her charming personality but nothing made her as angry as the fake compassion she showed while stealing the only person who mattered to the brunette. Emma pulled Henry close to her side and walked away. That was the last time Regina saw her son. He walked out of her life, telling her she was a monster. Everyone left that day, back to Fairy Tale Land without her. She no longer had the strength to fight anymore. She let the whole town leave, including her son. She could have fought, invoked the fail-safe, but that would have made him hate her even more. She had done terrible things in her life; there was no doubt that she had blood on her hands. However, the only person who could make her feel like the monster she knew she was; was him. You hold on to someone's heart to tight and you crush it. Regina never wanted to crush her son's heart. Therefore, she did the only selfless thing she had ever done and let him go.
She had never cared about the people she killed or punished, not until Henry. He was her light in the darkness, her great hope. The part of her heart that she never knew was missing. She could not bear to see sadness in his hazel eyes. Therefore, for him she would let them go. Let them have their happy ending without her. This is what she deserved after all. To be left in Story Booke all alone. Evil Queens do not get happy endings, and they don't get second chances. Emma and her idiot parents made that perfectly clear.
She spent the next 3 months in Story Brooke alone, until she could feel what was left of her sanity slipping away. Regina knew she could not stay in the ghost town any longer. She cast every spell she could think of to keep her magic once she left. Thankfully, her cunning wit paid off and she retained her magic the moment she passed over the border. She drove until she ran out of gas; it was an unusually cold fall day. She decided to walk, when she came up to the bridge she peered down into the icy river below. It would be so easy to just jump, be done with everything. "Just give me a sign." She yelled into the air. "I don't know what to do any more." When she finally made up her mind, a truck pulled up next to her. A tall, blonde jumped out in a tight blue leather jacket for a spilt second Regina though it was Emma. A small smile spread to her lips, then disappeared. The blonde was taller than Emma, with lighter colored eyes that had a darkness to them. A lost girl's eyes, Regina knew all too well. Her eyes were sharp and angry hiding something, regret maybe. The blonde was awkwardly tiring to be a hero when clearly she was anything but. She may have looked like Ms. Swan but Regina could see herself in the young woman. Broken, lost, and wanting so badly to find a place in this world. Regina finally realized, 'you ask for signs in your life, but what you get is more like a confirmation: You are where you need to be.' Regina did the last thing the evil queen would do and fallowed the strange woman back to her truck. Evil Queens do not get second chances but just maybe Regina Mills might.
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Tamsin dragged the reluctant nameless raven-haired woman into the Dal. She ordered a few beers from Trick and then sat down across from the refined regale beauty. Tamsin took her time hoping the beer would take the edge off the closely guarded woman. They sat listening to the music play in the background both sizing the other up. When anther beautiful tall, longhaired chestnut brunette, walked in Tamsin shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Tamsin averted her eyes, and started nervously tapping her fingers. It had been five years; she should be over her by now. Bo picked Lauren, they even had a child together, yet seeing her always made the blonde weak.
"Oh look superman, in walked your Kryptonite." Tamsin looked up from the table a knowing smile and a raised eyebrow on the raven-haired beauty. "It's obvious to anyone with eyes."
'It's not like that she's married, and has a kid." Pale blue eyes bore into brown.
"And let me guess, you're a lot of things hero, but not a home wrecker."
"I am no hero." Tamsin said in a hushed voice.
"But you want to be for her, trust me I know what it is like, and I know her type."
"You don't know anything about me, and you defiantly don't know a thing about her." Tamsin hissed.
"I have been around a pretty long time, and lived a few different lives, in a manner of speaking. I learned a thing or two about human nature." Tamsin just glared at the woman sitting across from her. 'I have been around a hell of a lot longer than you have and trust me I have had many more life's.' The blonde thought but did not dare say. "Your face light up, then a dark shadow crossed your features. She makes you happy and brakes your heart at the same time."
"You don't know her, she is special, and amazing, and not like anyone I have ever met."
"Our Kryptonite usually is dear; it's still going to kill you just the same." Shifting in her seat Tamsin attempted to change the subject. She had spent too much time defending her feelings for Bo and she was not about to explain her relationship with the succubus to some strange suicidal woman.
"You don't really strike me as the comic book type." The words came out harsh, anything to deflect the raven-haired woman from talking about Tamsin's precious Bo.
For a spilt second the raven-haired woman looked uncomfortable and her mask of indifference slipped away, replacing it with grief but only for a second. "I am not my son was." The words came out in a whisper, but Tamsin heard her load and clear. "He was quite found of heroes."
AN: I have read several fics and heard on tumblr that people have a head cannon that Regina loves DC comics and Emma and Henry love Marvel. Regina's favorite is batman of course dark, mysterious, rich, powerful, taking in lost children, parental issues, and very cunning. Sounds like a certain mayor to me plus, Rachel Skarsten was in birds of prey. Personal head cannon Regina loved that show.
