A/N: Sorry, this update took a little longer than expected! I accidentally deleted the file and had to rewrite everything D:
I will also be wrapping this fic up here in a few chapters!
She had just hopped out of th shower changed into a pair of pajamas when there had been a clicking sound and the sting of cool metal against her temple. Regina had frozen in her spot, her eyes growing wide with fear.
"Sit down on the bed," the familiar voice of her husband's assistant, Sidney Glass said. Regina slowly moved for the bed but was shoved down by a pair of rough, forceful hands. "Don't move or I'll blow your brains out," Sidney snapped, the gun still pressed against her head.
It was then that Leopold entered the room, a devilish smirk on his face as he closed the bedroom door behind him. Regina was already terrified but upon seeing the man who had abused her so many times, she felt even more fearful than she ever imagined herself feeling.
"Please, don't do this," Regina begged, her voice shaking as Leopold leaned against the wall before her. "I'm sorry! I should've come home, but–"
Leopold held his hand up and Regina stopped talking immediately. "I have you exactly where I want you," he said. "You see, when Mr. Glass pulls that trigger and you die, the one to blame will be poor Mr. Locksley."
"Please, Leopold, I beg you. Leave him out of it," Regina pleaded. "He has nothing to do with this."
Leopold laughed bitterly. "Oh, darling, he has everything to do with this," he said. "Or did he not tell you?"
Regina scrunched brow. "Tell me what?" she asked. "He only saved me from–"
"Save you!" Leopold scoffed. "He did no such thing. He obviously hasn't told you the truth. It appears as if he was trying to get everything out of you that he could before he killed you."
"Kill me?" Regina asked, her heart hammering in her chest. "Robin would never–"
"Robin was in prison before he met you. I offered him a deal – kill you and he would get out of trouble with no charge," Leopold said. "But I am an impatient man. He's taking far too long to perform his task and now he will pay the price for it."
"I–I don't believe you," Regina said firmly and shook her head in disbelief. "Robin would never do that. He isn't that kind of man. He wouldn't lie to me."
"Then you don't know him," Leopold insisted. "But I guess it doesn't matter. You aren't going to be living long enough to see him again and ask him about it anyways. You'll be dead and he will be in prison once again, on the account of two murders this time."
Regina felt tears spring into her eyes, immediately thinking of Roland. "He has a son. You can't take away that boy's father. Robin is all the child has."
"And he will stay with the friend of Robin's that he is with now, unharmed," Leopold assured.
"Please, don't do this!" Regina sobbed, feeling tears rushing down her face. "Don't take away Roland's father from him!"
Robin stared in shock at his phone. I have her. He read the text over and over again before his mind kicked into gear.
Leopold had Regina. He was going to hurt her... Or worse. No, Leopold was going to kill Regina. He needed a plan. Robin needed to save her.
Dropping his groceries where they were, he hurried to his car, got in, and shut the door, quickly dialing John's number. The phone rang and Robin tapped his index finger impatiently against the dashboard. "Pick up, John! Pick up!"
"Hello? Robin?" Little John suddenly asked on the other line. "Robin? Is everything okay?"
"No, John, it's not," Robin replied honestly. "Leopold Blanchard has Regina. I left her at the house to go get some groceries. He told me he has her and I don't know what to do!"
"Call the police," John replied.
"But he's the governor, John. And it's his wife he kidnapped. Do you think they'll believe me?" Robin asked.
"Just try, Robin. It's your only chance."
Robin sighed. "Okay, okay. I will. For Regina."
Robin hung up with John before dialing 911. Immediately, his call was answered. "Hello? This is 911. What's your emergency?"
"I'm calling to report a kidnapping," Robin said. "Regina Blanchard. She was kidnapped by Governor Leopold Blanchard. He's going to kill her."
"Sir, are you–?"
"Yes. I'm being serious and I'm telling the truth!" Robin snapped, desperation making his temper run short. "The reason I know this... The reason I know this is because he tried to get me to do it. Please, you have to believe me. You have to come to 815 King's Road. That's where he is."
"Calm down, sir. I'll send someone out to come check it. We'll be there in five minutes."
Robin sighed in relief. "Thank you."
With that, he hung up the phone and began racing his way back towards the house, towards Regina. Hopefully, he wasn't too late.
The trio sat quietly in the bedroom, Leopold sitting across from Regina, who was on the bed, and Sidney holding the gun to Regina's head.
"Why don't you just kill me now?" Regina asked, sucking in a deep breath.
"Because I know Locksley will be on his way, to try and save you, to play hero, and I want him to see Sidney splatter your brains all over the wall," Leopold hissed.
"Why can't you just let me go? We'll get out of your life. If it's a divorce you want–"
"A divorce is too easy," Leopold laughed.
"You're insane!" Regina sobbed, feeling tears falling down her cheeks. "Why must you do this? Why must you cause everyone pain?"
"As you said, Regina," Leopold replied. "I'm insane."
Suddenly, the front door was being slammed open. Leopold stood up in alarm, before beginning to laugh. "That's right, Mr. Locksley. Your precious princess is in here," he called.
The bedroom door was suddenly thrust open and Robin stood there, staring wide-eyed at Regina. "Let her go!" he snapped, immediately turning to Leopold. "I'll take her away. You won't have to–"
"No. You knew the deal, Robin. You kill her or you go back to prison. And she'll be dead either way," Leopold said.
Wait a second... Leopold had been telling the truth? Robin really was supposed to kill her? Regina felt as if someone had suddenly ripped her heart out of her chest and crushed it into a pile of ash. Everything they'd experienced together had been a lie. He didn't love her, he didn't care for her. He was only leading her on, making her more susceptible and vulnerable so when he struck, she would be sucked in too far.
"Robin...?" Regina whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek as they made eye contact. "You kidnapped me? You planned to kill me?"
Robin would rather die than see the look of heartbreak that crossed Regina's face the moment she figured everything out. And he would have gladly, if her life wasn't in danger. He couldn't lie to her now though. She deserved to know the truth. "I did, Regina," he said with a soft sigh. "I did... Until I fell in love with you."
"Don't lie to me," Regina snapped. She turned her head to Sidney. "Just kill me!" she screamed, clenching her fists in anger. "I don't want to live anymore!"
"Regina, please don't say that!" Robin said firmly. "Don't ever say that."
"I thought I could trust you," she said. "I thought I could love you without getting hurt."
"I'm sorry, Regina," Robin whispered. "I truly am." The guilt that filled his heart was so overwhelming, that he staggered backwards. He didn't deserve a woman like Regina. He'd hurt her, he'd broken her heart.
"Sorry isn't enough, Robin," she cried, another tear trailing down her cheek, disappearing somewhere in her lap.
"Well, Sidney," Leopold said, gesturing towards the other man. "If you would please–"
"No!" Robin yelled, lurching forward at the precise moment the sirens began to wail as they made their way down the street.
There was all of a sudden a gun being pointed at his head. Leopold stood beside him, pressing a gun to Robin's temple. "You called the cops?"
"I'm not letting you hurt her again," Robin snapped.
"Well then, it appears as if the both of you will have to die," Leopold said.
Robin could feel his finger tightening around the trigger. He heard it go off at the precise time he heard the glass of the bedroom window shattering. There was a groan of pain, but not from Robin as he breathed his last breath. It came from Leopold, who was staggering backwards, clutching his hand. His gun fell to the ground, leaving Robin safe.
But not Regina.
Sidney still had the gun to her head, refusing to let down. Policemen filed into the bedroom, all pointing their guns at him. But one movement of his finger, and Regina would be dead.
"Sir, drop the weapon," one of the cops said. "Drop your weapon and put your hands up!"
Sidney hesitated a moment before slowly lowering his weapon. He began to lower it down when Leopold muttered something that Robin couldn't hear. In a flash, the gun was raised once again, firing... Blood exploded over Regina's chest.
Robin yelled out and darted forward, policemen trying to hold him back as he watched Regina slump back against the bed, the red patch expanding. Sidney was ceased by the officers and Robin was finally let go. He rushed to Regina's side, but she was unconscious.
Maybe she was dead.
"Call an ambulance!" He was calling desperately as police rushed around the scene. He placed his hands on Regina's cheeks. "Regina, please stay with me. Don't give up. I do love you and I promise I won't hurt you. Just please... Don't go."
"Mr. Locksley, the doctors will see you now," a nurse said as she walked into the waiting room.
Robin slowly got up from his seat. He had been sitting in the waiting room all night as the doctors had performed surgery on Regina, which she'd been in nearly all night. She had nearly bled to death and had gone into cardiac arrest the last Robin had heard. That meant the nurse's news could be good or ver, very bad.
"How's Regina?" Robin asked immediately as soon as he had approached the nurse.
"The surgery is complete. She's alive. We managed to stop the bleeding. But she is suffering from a collapsed lung," the nurse informed.
"Will that–?"
"She'll heal. She just needs to stay here for a while so we can make sure it heals properly. Mrs. Blanchard is a very lucky woman," the nurse said.
Robin cringed. "Please... Don't call her that. Her husband is the reason she's here."
"So we've heard. Very well. Miss Mills is going to wake up soon. You can come in and see her if you would like," the nurse said.
Robin nodded eagerly, wanting to make sure Regina was truly okay as soon as possible. "Lead the way."
The nurse took Robin back to the Intensive Care Unit and lead him into a room. Regina was there, hooked up to some tubes to help her breathe. She was slowly starting to come alive, as the anesthesia was wearing off.
"I'll leave you two alone," the nurse said as she shut the door behind her.
Robin approached the bed and bent down over Regina, brushing a stray lock of dark hair out of her face. He felt his eyes begin to tear up as he stared down at her, so pale and fragile, with tubes attached to her chest and going up her nose. There was a tube embedded into her side, which would help to correct her collapsed lung.
Robin bent down, pressing his forehead against Regina's. He ran his fingers through her hair and wept over her. "I'm so sorry, Regina," he said as a tear slipped down his cheek. "This is all my fault. I'm so sorry." He kissed her forehead before pulling away, wiping at his eyes. He pulled up one of the chairs and sat by her bedside, taking her delicate hand in his.
He sat for a while in silence until he felt eyes on him. Robin looked up to find Regina awake and looking at him, her eyes full of tears. He stood up, bending over her, running a hand tenderly across her cheek.
"Hey there, sweetheart," he whispered, his fingers tracing her jaw before getting lost in her hair. "You're okay. You're safe. Leopold is going to be locked up, Sidney is, too. They'll send you divorce papers and you can be free from him for good."
"And then..." she paused, taking a deep breath. "And then you'll be there... To pull me back into a relationship where I just get hurt. Or... Or maybe you'll just finish the job."
Robin heaved a sigh. "Regina, I know I've hurt you, and I will do anything to try and redeem myself. But don't think for one moment that I will ever do that to you. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I could never kill you. And then, you were so loving towards Roland... and I fell in love. I could never hurt the woman I love."
"B-But you did," Regina replied bitterly.
Robin closed his eyes. "But I did," he agreed. "And I'm sorry. I should've told you the truth."
"You shouldn't have kidnapped me," Regina snapped.
"No, that I will never regret, because I got to meet you and so did Roland. And you living with us... We both grew to love you. Besides, I kept you safe," he said.
"Then why am I here?" Regina asked, curling her lip.
Robin sighed, his shoulders sagging. "I know..."
"I want you to leave," Regina said harshly.
"But–"
"Get out," Regina hissed, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Now."
And so Robin left her, but he vowed he would be back, if only so Roland could see her.
A week passed. Besides her collapsed lung healing, Regina wasn't getting any better. She fell into a state of depression and anxiety. She was moved out of the ICU but she wasn't permitted to leave the hospital. Her only visitors had been her father, Mary Margaret who came to give her sincerest apologies about what her father had done, and policemen and her lawyer, Mallory Page. Regina had signed divorce papers with Leopold and had given several statements to get him jailed for life. The entire state of Maine, no, the entire country was appalled by what had happened. The story had been all over the news.
Robin's friend, John, had come to visit that morning. He had informed Regina of what Robin was up to. A sad, depressed bloke is what he had called Robin. Roland was just as heartbroken, he didn't like being away from his Gina. The lad missed her, John said. Regina missed him, too, and Robin, but she supposed not seeing them was for the best. She needed to move on. She needed to fall out of love.
Another week went by and Regina was still in the hospital. Her wound had gotten infected and had to be monitored. John brought Roland by after pleading with Regina that the boy saw her. The lad was so happy to see Regina again. They talked for an hour before John took him home. Still, she refused the rest of the week to see Robin, even when John and Roland wanted to bring him along on their second visit of the week.
By week three, Regina was feeling excessively tired and shaky, so the doctors kept her once again.
Week four rolled around and she missed her period. The doctors kept her under close watch, concerned by this. The exhaustion began to multiply. Regina had to go to the bathroom excessively to either urinate or to vomit. She felt awful all the time, but the doctors no longer acted concerned.
"Regina?" Nurse Astrid asked one day as she was checking up on her. "When was the last time you had sex?"
Regina frowned at such a question. "With Robin... The night everything happened. Four weeks ago."
Astrid nodded and pulled out a long white stick. "Would you mind taking this for me?" she asked, extending it to Regina.
Regina took the item and looked at it with wide eyes. A pregnancy test. "Oh... This can't be. It's next to impossible for me to become pregnant."
"Well, Regina, you're showing all the symptoms a woman would be showing around four weeks into her pregnancy," Astrid insisted. "Please, at least go take it."
Regina sighed and made her way into the bathroom. She locked the door and sat down on the toilet, running a hand through her hair. There was no way this could be happening. The doctors had said that, while she would have complications getting pregnant, there was still a possibility. However, pregnancy raised risks for mother and child.
Regina sighed and took the test anyways, a thousand thoughts running through her mind. Would she tell Robin? How would she... after all they'd been through? Would he always be apart of her life? And after all she had been through, plus her already raised risk of miscarriage, would the baby live?
After several moments, the test beeped to allow Regina to know it was done calculating. Heaving a nervous sigh, she looked down at the results, her eyes widening, her breath quickening, her head spinning.
Two lines.
Tears fills Regina's eyes.
"I-I'm pregnant," she murmured in disbelief.