Welcome to the first ever Hooked Queen fic! I was so surprised that there was none out there that I decided to write one. Its set a couple of weeks after the Doctor, and contains spoilers for season 2.
Please let me know what you think! This has not been through beta, so I don't know how good it is.
It was a cool clear night. The stars were clearly visible against the velvety sky. The crescent moon cast long shadows over the grass and the wall of the mausoleum. The graves lent sinister angles to the shadows, clawed hands and hunched shapes. The grass was pale silver under the moon's rays.
The light glinted off the polished metal of his hook. He stood behind a winged statue, gazing up at the twinkling stars. He remembered how she used to lay on the deck of the ship when the crew was snoring softly, the stars reflected in her dark eyes. She said that when you died, you became another star, and that each star told a different story. He'd lie beside her, smiling indulgently, privately liking the idea. He'd watch her gaze at the stars, her thoughts with a small boy. He'd known that she gazed at them, hoping that somewhere in the world; her son would be gazing at the very same sky. Even with miles of ocean and shore separating them, she'd still found a way to feel connected with her son. She. He couldn't even think her name, not even now, decades later, in another time in another world.
At that thought, his expression darkened. Her murderer had accused her of abandoning her son, that she hadn't thought twice about leaving him, that she'd run and had never looked back. The crocodile couldn't have been further from the truth. She'd been happy on the wild seas, but never quite content. She'd spent her days wondering whether she had made the right decision. She'd left her son with a coward, a man others despised, yet though she had been miserable with him, she couldn't bring herself to leave him alone in the world. She'd always said that despite his faults, he had loved their son, and she hadn't been able to bring herself to take the only good thing he had away from him. His remaining hand twitched towards the hilt of his sword. He would avenge her death; he would, because until then he could never be at peace with himself.
So, with that in mind, this was not the place he had wanted to go. He wanted to be where the crocodile was, tearing the foul thing's heart out. He had no business with Cora's daughter. Whatever amnesty was between them was entirely their concern. But he had heard the truth in Cora's words, even if the thought of waiting had infuriated him. Rumplestiltskin had magic, powerful and dark magic. He had the upper hand, no matter how skilled Hook was with a blade. Cora had explained that she would – what was the word she had used? Weaken? – The dark one, restrain him, leaving him in a condition in which Hook could take his revenge. She was also going to visit one of the dwellings in the town and 'borrow' something she could use to break her daughter. Hook's job was simply to find Cora's daughter and capture her. He hated taking orders from the witch, but he'd had nothing else to do, and once he had recognised the wisdom of Cora's plan he had agreed to it. The only instructions she had given him were that he could harm her daughter as much as he wanted, but he was not to kill her. Cora had something specific in mind for her daughter.
Hook shivered as a light breeze tickled the back of his neck. He had seen some of the things that Cora had done to people who displeased her. The way she could hurt people, watching the entire time with a pleased smile plastered on her face, had always made him feel slightly sick. Then again, she was his only way of getting to Rumplestiltskin. It didn't matter that he didn't particularly like her.
He hadn't asked how Cora had known that her daughter would be here. He didn't want to know. But though it was against his nature, he waited patiently, hidden in the shadows, his eyes now on the path leading up the mausoleum.
A small figure emerged from the shadows. Hook crouched down behind the statue, watching intently, trying to get some idea of the woman he had been sent to 'retrieve'. Her face was obscured in the darkness, but he could see that she was small and curvy in stature. She walked slowly, as if that simple action cost her great effort. Her hands hugged her elbows and she seemed hunched over, shoulders quaking, through from cold or something else he did not know. She reached the mausoleum and staggered suddenly, over balancing on high heels, her hands flying out to catch herself as a gasp of pain and surprise escaped her lips.
She leaned heavily against the worn stone of the mausoleum, her head bowed, her body trembling.
Hook didn't move. She looked crushed, defeated, as if she had born the entire weight of the world on her shoulders and had finally shattered under pressure. He felt pity rising inside him despite his best efforts to quell it.
He steeled himself and closed his hand determinedly around his sword, drawing it slowly from its sheath.
Almost as if in response, the woman lifted her head. He gasped in shock, taken off guard. The moonlight caressed delicate yet refined features, catching in dark locks, gleaming in her dark eyes. Her lush lips were parted slightly, and tears of diamond glittered on her smooth skin. She was beautiful, possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
For a moment, he was remaindered of another dark eyed, dark haired beauty, a woman full of fire and spirit as she stood at the prow of a tilting ship. And yet, they looked nothing alike. For one, she had never worn such an anguished expression.
She had never looked broken and miserable; her eyes full of bottomless sorrow and grief. That was what this woman looked like; broken, shattered, like she had lost everything in the world. What was her name again? Regina. He finally had a face to match the name. He felt a pang deep inside his heart; guilt. This was the woman he had been sent to hurt – because, let's face it, Cora wanted him to hurt her – and drag back to her mother to be hurt some more. He wrestled with it, twisted it, and shoved it to the back of his mind to be ignored, though it remained like a thorn deep in his side. Revenge was the only thing that mattered here.
Cora's daughter continued to gaze up at the bright moon, as if it could explain the tragedy in her life. Then she ducked her head and staggered into the mausoleum.
Hook cursed himself for hesitating. It would have been much easier if he had not seen her face. It would have been much easier if he had not begun to wonder what on earth she could have done to her mother. Cora had never told him what Regina had done.
Using a skill born of long practise, he shoved his conscious to the back of his mind, locking it behind an impenetrable wall. No one had ever broken through that wall. No one after her.
He crept quietly to the entrance of the mausoleum. Moving quickly, he stepped through the door and backed into a corner, sticking to the shadows behind the door. Once his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he quickly scanned the area, searching for Regina.
She was standing closer to him than he had originally realised, and he pressed himself into the worn bricks, wondering what she was doing. She stood about a metre from him, facing the left wall of the mausoleum. Her eyes were fixed on a small plaque mounted at eye level on the wall. It was a modest plaque, not made of gold or polished marble, but brass, with a few lines of flowing script etched into the surface.
She stood motionless for a moment, her back straight and her fists clenched, the muscles in her jaw tense and unyielding. It was a far cry from the broken woman who had gazed at the moon moments before. She seemed stronger, cold, almost mask like. He was reminded of the diamonds he had stolen; cold, beautiful and indestructible. She raised a hand slowly and touched the plaque lightly, and the hardness in her face immediately softened, making her look strangely exposed. And then she began to speak, her voice quiet and vulnerable. 'I need to apologise, Daniel. I started the chain of events that brought you back, and in doing so I turned you into a monster. I made you the exact opposite of what you were. I hurt you; I put you through unimaginable pain, all for my own selfish gain. I…' a humourless bubbled up, even as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. 'God, listen to me, the evil queen, blubbering like a child. But then again, you weren't…here for long enough to see what I am, what the years after your death turned me into, what I've become. After you died, after all hope for your return was extinguished, I changed. I started to learn magic to bring you back, but then I let it corrupt my soul. I spent years trying to destroy Snow. I believed that it was her fault, and in my quest for revenge I cast a curse that brought everyone who had ever had a happy ending here. I wanted them to suffer, I wanted Snow to suffer. I became the one person I had never wanted to be. I became my mother. And all of it, every single thing, I thought I was doing in your name. I thought that you would want me to avenge your death. But…you wouldn't. You were never that kind of person. If it had been me, you wouldn't have tried to destroy a little girl's life. You would have grieved, but you would have eventually moved on, because you would have known that I would want you to be happy. It's something that people seem to forget; if the person you loved truly loved you in return, then they wouldn't have wanted you to spent the rest of your days mourning them, or avenging their death. They would want you to move on. You wouldn't have been glad because of what I did, you would have been disappointed. You would have wanted me to move on, not hold onto my hate. God, out of all the people in this miserable world, in the world we left behind, you were the last person who deserved what you got, you were the person who deserved to be happy. And it's my fault. You died because of me…' tears were pouring down her face now, falling one by one onto the stone floor.
Hook swallowed with some effort, a lump rising in her throat in the face of her grief. Her words seemed to strike cords within him. Would she have wanted him to take his revenge? To spend decades biding his time, letting his anger simmer? He tried to ignore this thought, instead trying to focus on the reason he was here. Perhaps he should step forward and stop her from continuing, before he decided to abandon his plan.
But Regina was already speaking again. 'I've tried to do what you told me to do. I've tried to move on, to let you go and to love again. It's been weeks since you died but I just…I have tried, really I have, I've tried to forgive and forget, because that's what you would want me to do. It's worked, a little. I still hate what Snow did, but I don't hate her anymore, I think. I can think of her without feeling like I need to destroy everything she loves. At least…god I don't know. I don't know what I feel anymore. I barely feel alive. Without you, I feel empty. I…you told me to love again, but it's not that simple. Everyone here hates me. After what I've don't to them I'm not really surprised. My own son hates me. He would rather see me fall at the hands of the 'saviour' than ever accept my love. But, even if I was capable of loving someone else, there isn't anyone who would want my love. They don't believe that I'm capable of redemption, much less love. I just…I miss you, so much'. She pressed her forehead against the cool metal of the plaque, sobbing openly. She'd felt, in the weeks after his death, that it might have been possible to move on, with Daniel's blessing. But when she'd realised that that wasn't possible, that she didn't even have her son's love to motivate her, she'd stopped trying. She'd removed herself from Henry's life, explaining to Charming that she loved her son, and because of that she wouldn't be seeing him again. She didn't know how Henry had reacted. She'd refused Charming's offer to say good bye to her son. She'd stared Charming directly in the eye and told him that she would continue to try to find a way to bring his family back, not because she cared for them but because Henry did, and that he wasn't to tell Henry, because she still intended to keep her promise to her son; that she wouldn't use magic. Until she was sure of a way, she wouldn't even think about it. Once they were back…maybe she would leave Storybroke. Then she'd forget about the Enchanted Forest, forget about Daniel and Snow White. She'd take the money she had earned over the last twenty eight years and start a new life. Maybe she'd find some shred of happiness in the real world, and even if she didn't she wouldn't know any better.
Hook waited, wondering whether she was going to continue. The eerie quite of the tomb was disturbed only by Regina's quite sobs. He watched her shoulders shaking and had to fight down the urge to step forward and try to comfort her. God she reminded him of her, how she could bring out the boy long buried inside Hook. It had shocked her a little when she had discovered exactly how much the world outside Neverland had changed him. But then again, it had changed her as well, turning her into a solemn woman with a child and a past she didn't want to remember. She'd barely ever mentioned her dead brothers, even to him. All he'd been able to get from her about them was that they had been killed by Ogres. He couldn't help wondering whether her husband had ever known the reason why she had wanted him to fight in the Ogre wars.
Suddenly, Regina quietened and her back straightened. She kept her eyes on the wall, but he could almost feel her attention shifting. She spoke quietly, her voice raw from her tears. 'I know you're there. Are you going to explain your reason for being here, or are you expecting me to keep talking?'
Hook stared; slightly surprised that she had noticed his presence. How long had she been aware of him standing there? If it was for long, then why hadn't she spoken up sooner? She didn't seem like the kind of person who would want anyone to witness her weakness. Steeling himself, he stepped forwards, into the dim light cast from the open door.
Her gaze raked him up and down, analysing him. Her eyes lingered for a moment on his hook. Then her eyes travelled up to meet his. Her dark eyes were still full of tears, swirling with grief and pain. But there was a fire there too, a burning red hot flame that refused to die, lending a snarl of anger to her lips. She was angry too, not just sad. 'What do you want Hook?'
He smirked lightly, trying to disguise the effect her words had had on him. 'So you've heard of me then?'
She did not look amused. 'Who hasn't? The dashing, daring pirate who found a way to live forever, sailing the seven seas. You have quite a reputation. Children dreamed of joining your band of ruffians'. Her voice dripped with sarcasm, making her words sound bitter and childish. Her eyes had not left his. 'What do you want? I assume you didn't come here just to watch me pour my heart out'.
Hook flashed a charming smile, slipping back into a routine he was familiar with. 'I've come here under the request of someone else actually. I'm here to bring you to your mother'.
The change in her expression was instant. She went from looking mildly angry and irritated to completely terrified in the space of half a second. Her eyes were wide and her face frozen in fear as she stared at him, seemingly paralysed to the ground. Her lips parted in shock and her chest started to heave as she breathed quickly. Eventually she managed to say, 'she's here?'
Hook nodded, mildly surprised by the sudden intense fear in her dark eyes. 'She's very eager to see you again'.
Regina remained perfectly still for a moment. He had not drawn his sword yet, and he was waiting to for her reaction. He did not fear her magic; Cora had enchanted his hook for a brief amount of time, preventing her daughter from trying anything. It did not, however, prevent physical harm. He was not expecting Regina to suddenly lash out at him though. Without warning, she slammed her fist into his jaw, a surprising amount of strength gathered behind the blow. He staggered back, more from surprise than pain, and she took the opportunity to slam her heeled boot onto his foot, following this with another blow, this time to his chest. He snatched her hands away from him, glaring down at her with anger. She struggled against him, snarling with a mixture of desperation and fear, and kneed him hard in the stomach. Partly winded, he reacted instinctively, pushing her backwards until he slammed her against the nearest wall, pinning her body against his. She gasped in pain as the breath was forced from her body. He pinned her hands against the wall, one with his hand and the other with his hook, careful not to let the sharp tip scratch her wrist.
They remained there, each of them breathing hard, wincing at their collective injuries. His foot was smarting more than his face. Regina tried to gather enough air into her lungs. He shifted, suddenly becoming aware of their close proximity. Her breasts were pressed against his hard chest, and one of her legs was pressed against him. Their faces were mere inches away from each other. She seemed to realise at the same moment, because her eyes widened, a little fearfully. She couldn't use her magic against him, and he was far larger and stronger than her. She swallowed nervously at the feeling of his strong body pressed firmly against hers. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling, but he was very good looking, and it had been a long time since she had been this close to another man.
'Was that really necessary?' his was low and gruff. He couldn't help it. it had been a long time he had been anywhere near an attractive woman, especially one as beautiful as Regina, after he had fixed his life on getting revenge on Rumple, and he could feel his body responding to her. Her head was tilted back, resting on the wall behind her, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. He could smell the faint aroma of apples that hung around her.
She struggled half-heartedly, swallowing when she felt his growing reaction to their closeness. 'What did you expect exactly?'
They stared at each other. Hook could feel her body shaking against his. Her body was radiating warmth that seemed to seep into his very soul. Regina was waiting for him to make a move, to force her to go with him. Almost unconsciously, she found herself staring at him, slightly mesmerised by his rugged good looks. His eyes were dark and hypnotic, glinting with something that might have been pity. So he had heard everything she had said.
Hook tore his gaze away from her enchanting eyes, his heart rate increasing. His eyes slid down to her lips, imagining what it might be like to kiss her. They lingered for a moment on the faint scare over her lip, wondering what had caused it. His eyes wandered lower, down the smooth expanse of her olive toned neck to the base of her collar bone. And there they stopped. He tilted his head down, leaning down slightly, frowning as he tried to see what the dim light obscured. Her breath hitched as she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest. Suddenly he leaned back, his gaze intense. 'Who did that? Who tried to strangle you?' he sounded strangely concerned, and, oddly, angry.
Her neck was covered in a spectacular collection of mottled bruises, ranging from purple, blue and black. Whoever had tried to strangle her had meant business. At his words, everything that had happened came rushing back with full force and tears suddenly spilled from her eyes. They slid down her face, collecting at the edge of her jaw before they fell, glinting like diamonds.
Hook watched the tears fall, possessed by a sudden urge to reach up and wipe them away. Did he want to know? Did he want to know who had tried to end her life? Did he want to know who was causing her tears to fall? Presently he said, 'the longer you talk, the longer you delay your reunion with your mother'. He hated the way his voice had softened. What was wrong with him? Why should he even care about her bruises? Perhaps it was the effect of jumping between worlds via particles of sparkly dirt.
Regina turned her face away from him, closing her eyes as she tried to summon the words. 'You heard what I said. Daniel was my fiancé back in the enchanted forest. When I was younger, before I cast this curse, I fell in love with him. He was a stable boy, and naturally my mother didn't approve. She killed him. She ripped his heart from his body and crushed it to dust right in front of my eyes'.
Hook felt the world spin as her words hit home, and he bowed his head, breathing hard as he tried to stop the memories from blooming behind his eyes. The clawed hand plunged towards her chest and through it. A scream tore from his lips. He caught her as she fell; holding her to his chest, knowing it was too late. She stared into his eyes, and touched his cheek, and whispered words of love with her last breath. God…Cora had killed Regina's true love, just as Rumple had killed his. He'd never known that Cora could do that. Breathing heavily, he dragged his gaze back to Regina, the woman he now shared an unfortunate connection with.
She hadn't seemed to have noticed his reaction. Tears were leaking from her closed eyelids as she spoke. '… He brought him back. I didn't think it was possible. But he wasn't the same. He was a monster. He tried to kill me. I…I managed to get through to him. For one moment, one small perfect moment, I thought that everything was going to be fine. But it wasn't. He was in pain. He was slowly turning back into a monster. He begged me to let him go, to end his misery. He told me to move on, that I needed to love again. And then he turned back into the monster. I didn't have a choice…I had to kill him, I…' she choked on her words, a violent sob preventing her from speaking as her entire body shook. 'I killed him…I killed the man I loved'.
He stared at her. No wonder she was so broken. To have your love ripped away from you, and then to have them return to you, only to have to end their life yourself… He closed his eyes, sharing her pain. 'You did what you had to do. He wanted you to do it. The man you loved died years ago, Regina. The man you killed that night was not him'. He wasn't quite why he was saying that, but her anguish had awoken something of the boy he used to be, the daring, compassionate, adventurous boy who have never wanted to grow up.
She opened her eyes and gazed up at him with something like defiance. 'Have you ever had to kill your true love? Has your true love ever died because of you?'
'Yes'. The words came out before he could stop himself. 'I had to watch my true love die at the hands of a man who never really loved her, but who couldn't bear the thought that she had never loved him. Her heart was torn from her chest and crushed to dust while I watched'.
She stared at him, shocked. Understanding dawned in her eyes. 'Rumplestiltskin'.
Hook nodded, his pain and anger burning in his eyes. 'He took my hand as well'.
'Tell me about her', she whispered, leaning her head back. She needed to be distracted from the endless black sorrow that threatened to swallow her whole.
He resisted, but only for a moment. He was planning to take her to her mother, a woman who would kill her without hesitation. He owed her that much. 'She called herself Milah, but I knew her as Wendy'. His eyes softened at her name, while at the same time his grip on her wrist tightened painfully. 'When I was boy I lived in a place called Neverland. There was a band of children with me, who called themselves the Lost Boys. I was the eldest and they looked to me as their leader. There was a fairy, Tinker, who stayed with us'. He grimaced, god even the names sound childish. 'She assigned us a task; to travel to the homes of unhappy children and take them to Neverland, to give them one night of hope and joy. Apparently it would change their lives. We enjoyed it, and we continued to do it for years on end. There is no sense of time in Neverland; it is a place where you cannot grow up, literally. But then, I brought three children to Neverland; Wendy and her brothers John and Michael. They were different. At least, Wendy was. She… she was like us in a way, and the other boys wanted her to stay. She was older than most children we'd taken, closer to my age, and they wanted her to be a sort of mother to them. To cut a long story short, she ended up leaving with her brothers, because they missed their own mother. Months past but I couldn't stop thinking about her. I wanted to see her again, at least once. I had an argument with Tinker. You see, we were never allowed to let anyone stay in Neverland, or to bring them more than once. I said that I would stay in the real world; she said that I had a job to do and that that was more important than some childish crush. I was angry, so I took some of her fairy dust and left, without her permission. What I didn't realise was that she was dying. I became trapped in the real world'.
Regina was mesmerised by his story. The tales of Peter Pan and the Lost Boys had been legend when she was a child. Her father used to tell their stories to her before she fell asleep, when her mother was away. Her mother had never approved of bed time stories. But she'd always wished, deep down, that Peter Pan would swoop in and take her Neverland, away from her mother. 'You became a pirate', it was more of a statement than a question.
He nodded. 'In a roundabout sort of way. I grew up, travelled the seas, and became Captain of my own ship. And then, out of the blue, we stopped at a town, purely for the purpose of visiting the tavern. And there she was, sitting by herself in a corner of the room. I recognised her immediately, and she seemed to do the same. Later, when everyone else was asleep, she came and found me and we sat talking into the night. She was married and she had a child, a boy. But she was unhappy. Her husband had returned from the Ogre Wars a disgraced coward. He wouldn't fight, even though she begged him to. Her brothers had died at the hands of the Ogres, which was why she had wanted him to fight. Eventually, I convinced her that she should run away with me. We left late that night. When her husband came after her I told him that she was dead. He never loved her; he simply felt that he owned her and that his son needed a mother. She left their son out of kindness, because she didn't want him to be alone in the world'. His face was dark with anger.
'What happened? How did she die?' asked Regina. It was working; his story had drawn her away from her own misery.
'It happened a few years later, after Rumplestiltskin became what everyone knew as the Dark One. It all came to a head on my ship. He wanted a magic bean, one that would take him to another world. For what purpose, I didn't know. He accused Wendy of leaving their son behind. She told him that she had regretted it ever since but that she had allowed her misery to cloud her judgment. When he asked her why she had been so miserable, she said that it was because she had never loved him. And he tore her heart out'. Abruptly, Hook laughed. It startled Regina, because she could see nothing funny about what he was saying. Hook stared at the ceiling, blinking back a threatening sting at the back of his eyes. 'You know, it's funny, because he killed not because he loved her, but because he was jealous that he had never truly had her love'.
There was a long silence. Their bodies were still pressed against each other, but it was a less threatening gesture than it had once been. Quietly, as if afraid to disturb the silence, Regina said, 'is that why you're working with my mother? So that you can have your revenge on Rumple?'
Hook nodded. This time it was Regina's turn to laugh. 'Do you honestly think that she will help you? God, I thought you were intelligent. She's using you Hook. She knows that she can't beat Rumple, so she won't even bother trying. If you're lucky, she'll let you go. If you're not, she'll kill you, or worse'.
Hook stared at her. He wanted to disbelieve her, but there was truth in her words. He thought about what he knew of Cora. The first thing that most people realised was that, more than anything else, she loved herself. Regina was right; Cora valued her life far too much to put herself at risk. God he was an idiot. But all he said was; 'perhaps I was using her to get here. I will kill the crocodile, with or without her help'.
Regina arched an eyebrow. 'You know that the only way to kill him is to stab him with the dagger of the Dark One? And I assume you know that in killing him, you become the Dark One yourself? Are you sure you want to take that path? You don't really look like someone who would be willing to give up your good looks'.
Hook flashed a smile and cocked an eyebrow. 'So you noticed'. He sighed however as her words registered. It seemed that fate simply wasn't on his side.
As if reading his mind Regina said quietly. 'It doesn't actually help you know. Revenge. It's such a glorified word. I got some satisfaction from watching Snow suffer, but in the end it doesn't ease the pain'. Quite suddenly, something changed in her expression. 'Go on then. Take me'.
Hook was taken aback. He was pretty sure that she hadn't meant what he had thought she had. 'What?'
'Take me to my mother'. Her voice was strangely calm and unemotional, as if she was empty inside.
'But she'll kill you'. It was odd that he was saying that, that he was objecting to her wish, when that had been the original reason for his visit. Perhaps it was because he was seriously angry at Cora for deceiving him.
Regina shrugged, a graceful movement of her shoulders. 'There's nothing for me here. I'm sick of feeling empty inside. It's been a long time since I ever felt any true love directed towards me, and I doubt that I ever will. I think it would be best, for everyone, if I just let my mother get it over with'.
Hook gazed down at her, his eyes dark and his expression unreadable. She looked up at him, waiting, feeling nothing inside. She was a shell of the woman she had once been. Did she fear death? No, not anymore, not after seeing her true love die twice. Perhaps she would find him on the other side, if there was an afterlife.
Hook spoke slowly, as if unsure of his words. 'If someone could make you feel loved again…would you still fancy death over life?'
Very slowly, Regina shook her head, but her eyes clearly showed her disbelief that that would ever happen. Hook released Regina's wrist and cupped her face gently in his hand, his eyes searching hers for permission. Her eyes widened at the unexpected contact. His hand was rough and callused, yet he touched her the same way Daniel had. For a moment, she hesitated. But then again, if she was going to die, why not take the opportunity?
Hook wasn't exactly sure why he was doing this; perhaps it was because the desire to kiss her had suddenly become unbearable. But her lips parted and she nodded ever so slightly. Keeping eye contact, he lowered his head until his face was mere millimetres from hers. And then he bridged the distance, and pressed his lips to hers.
It was like receiving an electric shock. A fire suddenly exploded into being deep in his chest, spreading through his entire body until his very blood was humming with it. He felt Regina gasp against his lips, and her mouth parted beneath his, desperately seeking more. She wrapped her free arm around his neck, burying her fingers in his hair. He tasted of wine and fruit and something else, something intoxicating that cried out to something deep in her soul.
Generally speaking, there were two types of true love. There was the slow and steady love that developed over years, creeping up on you until you suddenly realised that you could never live without that person. Then there was the other type, the sudden spark that catches you off guard, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you into the heavens. Some called it love at first sight. Regina had never experienced the later; she'd known Daniel for years before she'd realised that she was in love with him. But perhaps this was what it felt like, a sudden shock that bound two hearts together.
Hook pressed her further into the wall and she moaned into his mouth, a deep erotic sound at the back of her throat. He released her other hand and wrapped his arm around her back, careful not to touch her with his hook. Her free hand came down to rest against his chest, in the small space between their bodies, in the gap between his open shirt. Sparks jumped from the place where their skin touched and Hook kissed her harder, hungrily exploring her mouth. His hand still rested lightly against her face, his thumb gently stroking the smooth skin of her cheek.
There was a deafening crash, and the two jumped apart, both breathing hard, eyes locked. His eyes had darkened with desire and shock and something else…something strangely familiar. She stared at him; feeling stunned, and slowly raised a hand to her lips.
There was another sound from the entrance and they turned quickly. Charming pulled himself up from the floor and stared at them in shock, his expression rather comical. He had come to the mausoleum to find Regina, knowing that she would be there. He had not been expecting to find her locked in a passionate embrace with a handsome man who looked like he'd just received a blow to the back of the head.
Regina brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, thoroughly annoyed at the timing of the prince's entry. But then she noticed that he was breathing hard, that his shirt was torn open and that his eyes were wide, not just from shock, but from fear. Immediately, her senses were on high alert. She took a step forward, urgency seeping into her expression. 'James? What is it?' fear crept into her voice. 'Where's Henry?'
Charming stepped forward, his expression frantic. 'This woman turned up at the flat. She took Henry. She had magic Regina; I couldn't do anything to stop her. She told me to tell you that if you ever wanted to see your son again then you would meet her at your house'. He watched fear and shock flitter over the brunettes face as she covered her mouth with her hands. 'Who was she Regina? What does she want with Henry?'
Regina felt stunned. How on earth did Cora know about Henry? She felt a hand on her shoulder and glanced up behind her at Hook, whose expression was grim. He gave her a long look, one that settled the fear in her stomach a little. He turned his attention to Charming. 'Her name is Cora. She's Regina's mother. And if you, we, don't get Henry back…she'll kill him without a second thought'.
So what do you think? Should I continue?
Just encase some of you missed it, Hook was Peter Pan and Milah was Wendy. That was why she left with him. John and Michael were killed by Ogres, which was why she wanted Rumple to fight in the wars.
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