A/N: Alright, I had a very hard time posting this new story on here. For some reason, the site isn't working on the laptop so I had to do it from my phone and it didn't allow me to edit the file first. Hopefully now it works. *fingers crossed* Anywho, this is a new ff am basing off a film I watched recently that screamed SQ at me so, naturally... I had to take a crack at it lol I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing the first chapter. I am going a different direction here with this one, so we'll see how you're reviews start coming in! :)
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Some people live exotic and thrilling lives. Others aren't so lucky. For Regina, her life wasn't as exotic and thrilling as she always expected it to be. But, it was a decent, fun life that she worked hard to have and was content with what she had. Although a little excitement wouldn't hurt her to have either. She wished for it, in fact, as everything in her life was always the same boring routine. She couldn't even remember when was the last time she went on a trip or did anything remotely romantic with her boyfriend of two years. Then again, he was never the adventurous type. It seriously made her consider going out with women again. But the last woman she went out with cheated on her.
Well, today would be different.
Today, she would arrive home early from work, set up this romantic dinner for two in hopes of surprising Robin.
She drove around Boston to buy everything she needed for this special dinner. Plus, some candles and even bought him a new shirt, she would be wearing for when he arrived home.
After preparing everything to her liking, leaving the stereo on in the living room of her apartment in a low hum of classical music. She stood in front of her bedroom mirror, giving herself a look over as she wore a flannel purple shirt. The first few top buttons undone, just enough to show a little cleavage. Her olive-toned legs never looked so good as they did right now as the cotton material of the shirt caressed her thighs softly.
She smirked at herself, she felt quite sexy. Not that Regina ever felt insecure of her looks. After all, she was an extremely attractive woman. Her hair was as soft as silk. She was five foot, five inches tall. Her body was molded to perfection. She had everything going for her at just thirty-five years of age.
Her job in her father's company wasn't boring. It paid well, but nothing really exciting ever happened there.
She hurried towards her breakfast table, the click of her lighter sounding as the flame lit up instantly. She moved her hand slowly towards the two long candles, when her head turned to the sound of a key being pushed into the lock of her front door. Her smile becoming immediate as Robin entered her apartment.
A smile that soon disappeared in the midst of her lips parting in surprise. She would have hoped that for once he was being romantic by holding a bouquet of freshly bought roses.
But, that wasn't the case.
Robin did come in with something alright, or to better put it… with someone.
Someone who's arms were wrapped around his shoulders as she was pushed onto the side wall, and soon down the two set of steps that lead into the living room. Both Robin's and the woman's bodies, who remained nameless to Regina's knowledge, collapsing on the long stretched out couch with grunts of pure pleasure that escaped them both.
Regina stared wide-eyed, not even sure how to blink anymore as both Robin and the mystery woman remained wrapped up in each other, utterly clueless to the brunette's gawking presence.
The clearing of a throat was soon heard as Regina finally took the initiative to make a sound. She had to, otherwise these two pricks would have dared to continue their affair and have sex right in front of her.
Thankfully though, both their heads perked up at the sound of her throat clearing. Robin's eyes growing wide as the mystery woman's lips parted as she gawked in shock, pretty much with the same expression the brunette had a minute ago.
"Regina!" Robin shot up from the couch as fast as Regina had ever seen him do. It was surely amazing how fast a body could move when caught right in the act.
Regina's brow raised, her arms crossed over her chest as she stood right where she was, waiting- demanding an answer.
"Uh," He stammered, clearing his throat, while his head kept turning to exchange looks between the woman who remained stunned on the couch and the now angry brunette. "She was uh… she- we can explain."
"We can?" Asked the brunette, who now sat upright on the couch as she stared up at Robin with this clueless look on her face. "You said she wouldn't be home."
Robin closed her eyes for a short moment, opening them back up as he stared right into Regina's brown ones. "Alright, let's just… not get hostile here. It's not like I have a relationship with Marian, it's just… well, you know how some men are. Our relationship has been great, but I'm just not cut out for this type of commitment right now." A tiny smirk started forming on his lips as he took a step forward towards Regina, "However, that doesn't mean that… us three can't have a little bit of fun? Miriam here is open to it," his head turned to look at the other woman on the couch, "What do you say?"
Marian's head tilted to the side, her eyes drinking in the sight of the sexy brunette wearing that purple flannel shirt as it jealously covered her body. Her brow raised as a smirk of her own formed on her lips. "I'd do her." She said.
To which Regina's eyes rolled, grunting utterly disgusted, "Don't flatter yourself, dear." Her eyes found Robin's next as they turned black right before him, "And you. I am walking out of this apartment for the day and when I come back, my key better be placed on that table," She motioned towards coffee table that was placed on the center of the living room, "And you better not be here or I swear to God, I will murder you."
Robin blinked, his head following the brunette's every move as she moved past him, brushing his shoulder with hers.
Regina quickly moved back, reaching over for the wine bottle that she had placed on the breakfast table, "Times like these, wine is a girl's best friend."
"Regina…" Robin called out, following right behind the brunette as she walked back into her bedroom to put on some jeans first before walking out on them. He stopped right in the middle of the living room, his blue eyes focused on her as she entered her room. "Don't you think you're being a little over dramatic about this?"
Whoosh! Clank!
Those sounds were the last thing Robin heard as the wine bottle was thrown with such force by Regina that it came flying straight out of her bedroom, directly towards his bare forehead, knocking him unconscious right in the middle of the living room floor.
Later during the day, after Regina had taken a few, much needed breaths to compose herself. She found herself walking along the streets of Boston, leaving on the purple flannel shirt as it was now tucked into her jeans. She had a rather content grin sporting on her lips as she walked out and about. After all, that sound of the wine bottle clanking against Robin's head did make the best sound she had ever heard. Followed by his grunt as he received that blow to the head.
And judging by the sight of him as he laid unconscious on her living room floor, she was pretty sure he had suffered a concussion, which, in her opinion, was less than what he really deserved.
She walked past a few restaurants, speeding up her paces as she hurried past a pet shop.
"Regina!" Shouted a pixie haired brunette woman, causing Regina to stop right on her tracks, rolling her eyes and sighing. All while turning to face her with her best sarcastic smile.
"How are you, Mary Margaret?" Regina asked as nicely as possible.
Mary Margaret Blanchard. She was five feet, six inches tall, but still managed to look adorable short for her stature. Always sporting a chipper smile that Regina simply called bullshit on. I mean, really… no one could ever possibly that cheery. Occupation? Pet shop employee with an 8 dollars an hour salary who just also happened to be Regina's next door neighbor.
Flaws? Well, by the looks of her alone, she could seem to not have any. But, who are you kidding? Everyone has flaws. Even someone as chipper and as perfect as Mary Margaret Blanchard. Which just so happened to be, that she could never keep a secret. Either that, or the fact that for some strange and unexplainable reason, she tried so hard to make Regina like her. Which only made the brunette want to run in the opposite direction even more. She could be a little nosey too and asphyxiating- so, really it was debatable what her biggest flaw was.
"I'm great! Thank you. Isn't it just a beautiful day today?" The shorter woman smiled brightly.
Again, too much for the brunette's liking.
Yeah, beautiful. If it were anymore beautiful, the birds in that pet shop would come flying out of their cages and onto your hands, singing cheerful melodies as if this was some type of princess film from Disney, Regina thought, all while smiling. Even her smile was getting to her as her cheeks were becoming incredibly sore right about now.
What was so great about this day, really? She just found out that her relationship of two years was nothing but a lie and she was close to comitting a murder in her own home.
Yeah. What a grand day.
"My day couldn't possibly get any better." Regina smiled, speaking through her pearly white teeth.
"Is that a new shirt?" Mary Margaret motioned towards the older woman's shirt, "I like it! Purple really suits you."
"Thanks." This time Regina's tone was short and to the point. Almost bland.
"You know, we just got new cats in yesterday. Do you want to come in and have a look? They are very friendly! I'm sure Robin would-"
"Robin and I… are… on a break." Again, her response was bland.
"Oh." Mary Margaret blinked, "I- I'm so terribly sorry." Her hand rested on the brunette's shoulder, showing her all her support as a neighbor and a friend, "How are you doing? You must be utterly devastated. You know, I'm here if you ever need to talk about it."
Regina smiled, brushing off the woman's hand off her shoulder, "Thank you, Mary Margaret, but… I'm fine. Really. It was for the best. Besides, I doubt Robin will remember any of it after he wakes up."
"Wakes up?" Mary Margaret's brows creased in confusion.
"Too much wine." Regina nodded, continuing through the shorter woman's shocked gasp, "Yeah. It was terrible. You know, I always suspected he had a drinking problem, but I never realized how bad it was."
The pixie haired woman brushed off the rest of that conversation, "Well, good riddance, right? I'm sure someone else will come along who will treat you like a queen!" She replied chipperly.
Regina grinned, nodding in agreement, ready to make a run for it, "It was great talking to you, but I really must run now."
"Wait!" Mary Margaret pulled Regina back to her by her shirt, "Come and have a look at the cats. I insist, it will make you feel better. You know, animals really make great companions and they are great listeners. Especially when you've gone through such a rough break up."
Regina sighed, nodding her head in agreement seeing as the shorter woman was not about to take no for an answer.
As if her day couldn't possibly end in more utter disaster. Regina now sat quietly in the waiting room of the nearest hospital, with Mary Margaret by her side. Both women's faces decorated with fresh claw marks. Mary Margaret had received more than Regina did. She only had three tiny scratches along her hand, a scratch mark above her eyebrow and another on her upper lip that she was sure would leave a scar.
Mary Margaret's eyes couldn't dare to look at Regina, but she forced them too anyway.
"I am so sorry about that, Regina. I really don't know what happened. They are usually always so very friendly with everyone."
Regina's cold, angered expression was the next thing Mary Margaret saw as her head slowly rotated to face her directly. Her brown eyes had turned black out of anger again. It was a sight that surely frightened the brunette's neighbor because she quickly turned back around, facing straight forward without uttering another word.
Well. At least this day wasn't a total disaster. Something good came out of it. The cats did what Regina never could do. The memory of the shorter woman being equally attacked by a particular cat as she tried to pull him off of her, did bring a sense of happiness to her. So much, that the corners of her lips curved up into a little wicked smile.
Eurythmics' Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) played out through a pair of headphones, hiding behind curls of blonde hair. So blonde, you could almost swear it was hair made out entirely of gold.
It was perfectly combed and in place, just as was the woman- owner of such beautiful hair. She was professional, punctual, and well groomed. And one hell of a dancer. In fact, if she didn't have a well paid profession already, she would want to be a professional dancer. In fact, that was her dream as a child.
But, life doesn't always work out the way you plan it.
Sometimes, it takes unexpected turns that you can't possibly ever imagine ever being destined for you.
That was Emma Swan's case.
She never imagined being what she now was. But it put food on her table and paid the bills, and who was she kidding? She was a damn fucking expert at it.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas,
Everybody's looking for something.
She hummed to the lyrics of the song as it played out of her earbuds, all while her feet and hips moved to the rhythm of the music as she stood at the foot of her hotel room bed. She pulled on her black long sleeve shirt, adjusting it to the shape of her body. She glanced down to her wrist watch to catch the time.
12:45pm.
Next, she reached for her jacket, which unlike her all black attire, was as red as a sports car. Hey, it was her trademark, just like her last name. She brushed her hair back, pulling on the hems of her leather jacket as she adjusted it to her perfectly toned body.
Emma made her way out of her room, the door closing behind her as she danced her way down the hallway and into the elevator, pressing the up button as she patiently waited for the doors to part open.
She whistled the tune to the song that played out loudly through her earbuds on repeat as the elevator calmly moved upward to the very top floor. It was her favorite song. She could never grow tired of it.
As the doors from the elevator parted, Emma danced her way out of it and down the long stretched hallway of the top floor. Whistling along to the words as her feet kept up nicely to her impeccable dance moves. Even as she stopped in front of two large doors belonging to the penthouse of the hotel, even after she pulled the earbuds out of her ears, she continued to whistle the tune to her favorite song. And just as she neatly tucked her headphones inside her jeans pocket, she knocked two times and waited patiently for it to be answered.
Which she wasn't the least bit disappointed as the click of the lock was heard, literally a second later she had knocked. Followed by the knob, which turned before Emma as the door swung open and a head peeked out suspiciously.
Emma smiled as brightly as ever, "Mrs. Robinson?"
"Yes?"
"Hi, how are you?" Emma nodded.
Mrs. Robinson's head peeked out a little further, her brows creasing in confusion, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
The blonde's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "You hired me. Remember?" She placed her index finger to her temple, making the noise of a gun being fired in a mocking manner.
"Right!" The woman whispered, looking around the empty hallway. Her body slithering out of the door as she parted it open a little more. "So, he's dead then?"
"I never leave a job unfinished, Mrs. Robinson." Emma smiled, which made the older woman smile. A sigh of relief escaping out of her chest.
"Good. I suppose, I'll give you the rest of your well earned payment, then."
"Well… I wouldn't do that quite yet." Emma's words made the woman freeze, staring back into her green, emerald eyes in slight confusion, "Allow me to explain. You see, as it turned out, my task just went towards a slightly different direction."
"I'm afraid, I don't quite understand your meaning." Mrs. Robinson shook her head, again in confusion, "Are you trying to tell me that you didn't kill him?"
"Mrs. Robinson, I'm a pretty honest person. In fact, that's how I work- with honesty. I give honesty and expect honesty in return from paying customers such as yourself, or… your husband. Mr. Robinson." Emma smiled sarcastically as the older woman's face fell with surprise and shock mixed into one. "You see, it's quite simple. I did go to the location where you told me your husband would be- oh, wait a minute," She chuckled, "That's right, you said he was your ex boss. Silly me!" She reached into her jacket pocket, taking out a yellow envelope, tossing it directly to Mrs. Robinson.
Despite the surprising action making the woman flinch where she stood, she caught it. Glancing up at the blonde that still stood before her.
"What the hell is this?" She asked Emma.
"Open it." Emma instructed.
And, she did. And, Inside that very envelope were large enough pictures of her with another man. A much younger man. A kid in his 20's by the looks of it.
It wasn't enough to say that her eyes grew as wide as Emma had ever seen a person's eyes get. Her complexion fell pale, like that of the undead. Her lips parted in surprise. These weren't just shots with a younger guy as they strolled down the streets of Boston, hand in hand. No. These were very personal shots of them in that very penthouse. In many compromising situations and positions, even Emma herself has ever tried during sex.
The pictures were quickly shuffled back inside the yellow envelope, as Mrs. Robinson cleared her throat.
Her eyes looked back up to a smiling Emma.
"That last one was my personal favorite. You are a very active woman. I never imagined a person could bend that way."
Her eyes looked away from the green ones for a quick moment. Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment as she had been caught red handed. Not only by the person she had hired to kill her husband off, but by her husband himself.
"How much does he know?" She asked the blonde.
Emma tapped her chin with her index finger, her eyes squinting in thought. "Mmm, judging by those photographs, I'd say he knows to the very last detail. As do I. You see, while I was in that bar, enjoying a glass of bourbon that your husband insisted we'd have after we got into a much deeper source of conversation, he told me something that was of interest to me."
"Which was?"
"It's interesting what a few glasses of bourbon can make you confess. Like those late nights working at the office, while you met here with your much younger lover, plotting your husband's death with the idea that once he dies, you become a billionaire overnight." She shook her head, "Honestly, Mrs. Robinson. It's not my business, but you really should cover your tracks better. Especially when you hire someone else to do your dirty work."
The older woman crossed her arms over her chest, not finding this situation anymore amusing. "What did you expect me to do? He was hardly home, and when he was- he was impossible to live with. I think I've very well earned that money after putting up with him for so many years. I gave him the best years of my life- for nothing!"
Emma chuckled, "Judging from those pictures, I'd say you are just now living the best years of your life and giving them to Cassanova."
She rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Alright, so, I'm an adulteress. How much more money do you want? I'll double my offer, if you just get the job done."
Emma tapped her chin once again, pretending to think about. "Mmm…" She shook her head, "Nah, I can't do that, I'm sorry."
"Why the hell not?! What's it to you who you kill? It's what you're paid to do! And you said so yourself, you never leave a job unfinished."
Even as the lady shouted, Emma nodded calmly, her hands resting behind her, "You're absolutely right. I don't. As it turns out, a much generous offer fell into my lap that I can't possibly say no to. You see, your husband offered me twice than what you were going to pay me. If I came back to kill you." She smiled, "And well… money talks, bullshit walks, you understand."
Before Mrs. Robinson could say another word, or even blink, Emma's hand came up from behind her back, holding a weapon that had a silencer attached to it. Her movement was incredibly fast, that the last thing Mrs. Robinson saw before she pushed up daisies right in the doorway of her penthouse, was the end of the gun's muzzle, followed by the bullet that was expertly shot right in the middle of her forehead.
Emma's head followed the older woman's body as it fell to the floor. Dead as a door nail. She clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she placed her weapon behind her back again and underneath her red leather jacket. She walked away, or rather strolled down the long stretched out hallway like a woman who had her entire life figured out. Who had absolutely no worries in life.
Yes, this certainly wasn't the profession Emma envisioned for herself as a child.
But, she was certainly damn fucking good at it.