A/N: So, for those of you following me on social media, as I've said before this will be my own twist and turn creation based on the 1987 film Overboard. There will be MAJOR changes done by me, myself, and I as part of the fun that I hope you all will grow to love. It will have my own quotes and scenes happening as compared to the film, so I will leave you with the first chapter and will wait for your reviews. :) Happy reading/Happy Weekend! SwanQueen is ENDGAME.


Regina absolutely loved sunbathing out on her yacht's deck. It was her favorite. You could say that her life was perfect. Who wouldn't want to have a yacht to sail out whenever they pleased, and servants to wait on you, hand and foot? Yeah, her life was pretty great. Of course, it would be more rewarding had Regina worked hard for the fortune she amassed, but that wasn't the case. Regina inherited her fortune once her father passed- which practically meant- she had never worked a day in her life. And honestly, she had more money than she knew what to do with half the time.

It was quite rewarding for her, having the world at her feet at just thirty-nine years old.

Another thing she loved along with having all this fortune? Were her conserving great looks. Regina's hair was jet black, soft and kept at shoulder length. Her body was well formed, olive toned skin that she liked to say came from her father's side of the family.

She knew she could drive any man crazy, and she thrived on that feeling.

In fact, many men envied her husband, Robin. He wasn't much of a provider. In fact, he lived off of Regina's money and had no shame in it.

How she fell for him, do you ask? Well, that's a mystery even Regina didn't know the answer to anymore. Her parents' marriage lasted until her father passed away of a heart attack, and her mother never remarried after his passing. Regina really wanted, for dear life, to have a stable and solid, everlasting marriage like her parents did. She wanted that true love. Which, the more she thought about it as time passed, the more she was certain she wasn't feeling that with Robin.

If anything, lately, he annoyed her more than anything else. Especially now as he had her yacht take port in a small, horrendous town known as Elk Cove.

"Sidney!" She shouted while sitting up from her lounge chair and looking around through her sunglasses. "Sidney!" She called out louder this time.

"Yes, ma'am?" Sidney, otherwise known as her own personal butler, arrived on the upper deck, but not before rolling his eyes.

Unfortunately, Regina was one of those women who's money went right to her head. Meaning… She wasn't the greatest of bosses. Apart from being extremely demanding at times, Regina could also be a little heartless when it came to insulting those who proved to be incompetent or less than.

Yes, she was one of those.

And her mother was no different. In fact, she was probably the only woman who was able to put up with her. As for Robin… Well, let's just say he had other ways he put up with her, aside from having the woman's fortune as a motivation to stay by her side.

"Why on earth have we stopped? We were supposed to head straight to New York." Her voice was now demanding, as well as her eyes as they seeked the answer in Sidney's.

"I don't quite know, ma'am."

Regina glared his way. "Well, find out!" She demanded, and rotated her body so that it would now be lying on its back.

"Yes, ma'am." Sidney nodded, being prevented from going anywhere when he heard another order being barked his way.

"And bring me a mimosa, and an aspirin while you're at it. My head is about to explode." She rubs away at her temples with poise and elegance.

"Right away, ma'am," Sidney scurries off, giving another eye roll as soon as his back is turned.

"Sidney, have you seen my wife?" Robin asked, meeting up with Sidney inside the yacht.

"Yes, sir. She is currently enjoying the sun, getting a little vitamin D into her pores. As usual."

Robin chuckles, "With another one of her headaches, no doubt." His head shakes as he grips onto his shotgun. "Anyway, bring me a brandy, would you?" He walks away toward the upper deck, his tone not being a request but an order.

"Yes, sir." Sidney moves along without another word.

Sometimes, Sidney didn't know whom he hated more. Robin or Regina. Then again, as bossy as they both were, the pay was good, and one couldn't pick and choose these days on employment. Besides, as his fate to endure this curse from the pits of hell- Sidney was already used to Robin's demanding ways. Especially Regina's.

"A mimosa, please- quickly!" Sidney almost demanded from the kitchen staff. Regina hated waiting. He moved around the staff who prepared the brunette's drink to reach for an aspirin from one of the kitchen cabinets and collected a silver round tray.

It was amazing how fast everyone inside that kitchen moved. Even if they all had one thing in common - their hatred toward their boss.

Regina might be bossy, but she was a woman to set your eyes on if given the chance. Just ask one crew member who, any chance that was presented to him, he would sight-see with his binoculars upon Regina's rare beauty. He was supposed to keep watch. That was his job. But, right now- watching Regina seemed far more interesting for him.

Can you blame him? Even he knew the heavenly sight of a beautiful and elegant woman when he saw one. And he saw a lot! The sight through his binoculars would always start the same. From her elegant, clean looking feet, all the way up her glistening legs that were covered in the brunette's favorite oils, followed by her curvaceous olive-tone thighs, her slender stomach, and lastly her perfectly, round-

"Ahem!" Robin cleared his throat quite loudly, startling the poor guard. So much that the poor boy's binoculars flew up in the air before being caught by his clumsy hands.

"Mr. Locksley- Sir!" The boy saluted and quickly fell in line like a good little soldier.

"Sightseeing again, Charles?" Robin asks, holding onto his shotgun with a firm grip. "What is it this time, I wonder? The curves of the road? The… pair of legs on a nude beach? Hm?" His tone was filled with sarcasm on the words curves and legs. His pun loud and clear.

"J-just m-m-mountains. Sir." Charles' stutter giving him away.

"Oh, really?" Robin's brow lifted up while his hand reached for the boy's binoculars and took a look for himself.

The string around Charles' neck pulled around his throat so abruptly that it made him momentarily choke. A sound that went unnoticed by Robin as he was too busy sightseeing those mountains the boy talked about. And he knew perfectly well what mountains those were as he followed the closed-in sight of Regina's perfectly rounded breasts peeking out through her black bikini.

Once Robin stopped looking and his eyes fell on Charles' white complexion, and he tossed the binoculars right back to the boy, he said, "As you were Charles."

"Y-yes, sir." With his head bowed low, the boy walked past Robin, his cheeks coated in pink.

"And Charles?" Robin called him back, his shotgun held up a bit higher. "The next time you want to look at mountains, I'd suggest you look upon those that aren't claimed." There's a smile to him, but it isn't a friendly one.

"Y-yes, sir." Charles nods.

"Prepare my targets, would you?" Again, not a request.

"Yes, sir." Charles moves faster than he has ever moved before in his life, turning on the machine that will shoot the clay targets into the air as Robin gets in position with his loaded weapon at the ready.

"Your mimosa and aspirin, ma'am." Sidney leaned forward with the tray in hand, watching Regina as she sat up in her chair.

"It's about time." Said the brunette, grabbing a hold of her drink and taking a regal sip.

"Pull!" Robin shouted, hearing Charles pull on the lever of the machine while quickly aiming and shooting at the glass target that shattered into a million pieces in the air.

The loud bang caused Regina's hand to shake in startlement, so much that her eyes glared right through her glasses up at her husband. "Robin! Must you do that so early in the morning?" She asked, quite annoyed.

"You know my routine, Regina. If it's too loud for your headache, you can always go inside. Pull!" Robin shouted once again, seeing the next glass skee shot into the air before breaking into tiny pieces as he shot perfectly at it.

It wasn't enough to say that Robin wasn't intimidated by Regina's higher power authority. In fact, ever since he started cheating on her, he couldn't care less what she did with her time.

Regina groaned in annoyance, leaning back against her chair. "I can't go in there. I couldn't possibly look at that horrendous closet one more time. It's a disaster!" She takes a delicate sip before looking back up at her husband. "Why couldn't you get someone to fix up that closet the way I want it before going off to sea?"

"That's easily fixed, Regina." Robin rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, setting his shotgun down for a moment. "You want the closet in the bedroom fixed- call a goddamn carpenter."

The brunette scoffs, sitting up this time as she looks up at her annoying husband. "And where do you suggest this miserable town be hiding a carpenter that could do wonders for my closet?"


A hand gripped onto a pair of white bed sheets while a female's moaning only grew louder. Lily absolutely loved having her cabinets re-done. She didn't have a single dime to pay for them, but she always knew how to repay well, which was something Emma was thankful for. I mean, really, who didn't like a little fun every now and again?

"Fuck!" Emma felt herself combust to Lily's tongue, her head bending down as her lustful green eyes took in the beautiful sight of the brunette drinking her all in.

You see, Lily and Emma were long good- understanding friends. They liked to keep things uncomplicated. A gesture Emma was appreciative of.

Not to mention… It would always leave Lily super satisfied with a shit-eating grin that would last her for days.

The one thing that Emma hated, though? Was how clingy Lily would turn afterward.

The brunette's lips wrapped around Emma's own, along with her arms, pulling her into a tight embrace that Emma couldn't wait to escape from. Even if the taste of her own combustion lingering inside of her mouth through Lily's became a little arousing. Emma wasn't one for love. Sure, she was in love once- just like everyone else, she supposed was once- but, that was a long time ago. And ever since her partner died, she then vowed never to allow her emotions get the best of her. Ever again.

"Lily- Lily-" Emma slowly pushed Lily away, slowly by her shoulders.

"What?" The brunette asked, already knowing what was coming But it never stopped her from trying to get the blonde to stay.

"I gotta go." Said Emma, her hand quickly pulling up her underwear and jeans all in one go and zipping them up, all while quickly gathering her red leather jacket and placing it on top of her black tank top.

"But, why? You have an hour left before you have to go back to work, don't you?" Lily frowned while standing in the middle of her bedroom.

"Uh- not today- no." The blonde glanced down at her watch, more for show as she was followed out of the bedroom by Lily. "I have a big job to do today, so I'm afraid I can't stay. I'm sorry."

"B-but, Emma! I- I really do need my cabinets re-done."

"Just call me. You have my number." Emma rushed toward the door, her hand stopping right as it grasped onto the knob before she was stopped by Lily's hand that grasped onto her jacket.

"Well- when can you come back?" Lily asked desperately.

"Uh…" Emma stammered a little bit before deciding on, "Just call me. I'll let you know when I can make it, okay? Bye!" She smiled as she quickly rushed out the door and sped away in her pale yellow Volkswagen beetle.

"I'll call you!" Lily shouted, running out of her door, seeing nothing but a cloud of white smoke come out of the blonde's back tires.

While driving away, Emma couldn't help but release a relieved sigh, her eyes looking back through her car's rear-view mirror, her soul feeling relieved that Lily wasn't spotted anywhere any longer. Instead, what her eyes spotted next was a bruise looking spot, resting right on the skin of her neck, just a tiny bit below the collar of her jacket.

"What the fu-?" Emma's pale fingers moved the collar of her jacket away from the bruise, which she soon came to discover was not a bruise at all, but a- "Oh… Shit!" Her free hand banged against her steering wheel. If there was anything she hated more in this world was a goddamn hickey! And she had warned Lily about them. Hickeys to Emma were a sign of being claimed, and she belonged to no one.

Well… She did belong to two people. But, never to a woman. Not one that was mature enough, anyway.


Ruby's was the town's corner pocket. As anyone in the town of Elk Cove liked to say. It was the hangout spot of all hang outs. It was also where Emma's two best friend's liked to meet for the occasional drink. Yep, Ruby Lucas- who happened to be the bar's owner- and David Nolan- one of Elk Cove's finest deputies the town had to offer, were Emma's bread and butter.

The three of them knew each other since childhood and have been the best of friend's ever since.

Ruby was another fellow gay friend, who truthfully was in between girlfriends at the moment. David was faithfully and happily married to his wife Kathryn. She was voted most popular girl in school, and no one ever knew what lucky star struck upon David for Kathryn to set her eyes on him.

Not that David wasn't in any way good looking. For a guy. He was. But, the way he looked today, was sure a step up from what he looked like in High School. Which is where he and Kathryn met. But, that's another sappy, romantic story.

Something Emma didn't believe in anymore. Romance.

The crackling of bowling pins were heard within the bar, making Ruby look over her shoulder as she heard the words: 'Damn it!' being shouted out by David as he walked over to the bar. He was bad at bowling, which made Ruby smirk the entire time.

"Give it up, David. You're never going to get a strike." She said through her smirk, turning her attention back to cleaning the last glass to be placed on the shelf behind her.

"You have to have Emma look at that damn machine, Ruby." David breathed out, taking a seat right at the bar. His blue eyes trained on Ruby. "I swear, you did something to it to fuck with me."

"Now, what could I have possibly done to it?" Ruby leaned up against the bar, batting her eyelashes so innocently at David, who glared at her.

"What, indeed, I wonder?" He asked in a scowl, hearing a chuckle escape the brunette.

Ruby and David liked to mess with each other a lot. They were the best of friends like that.

"Speaking of Emma, where the hell is she?" David glanced down at his watch before looking around the bar, hoping to spot the blonde's familiar face. "Marco is going to be pissed."

"Where do you think she is, dummy?" Ruby chuckled while placing down a glass mug of beer for David.

"Don't get me started on that-" David murmured near his glass, taking a direct sip afterward.

"Speaking of which, when is the last time you've gotten laid, Dave?" Ruby was blunt.

Which always caused David to gurgle and spit out a bit of his beer, just like now.

"I mean, it's been like, what? A year?" The brunette's head tilted in curiosity.

David glared at her, wiping away at his mouth and nose, feeling the sting of beer which had traveled up his nostril. "No, Ruby. It hasn't been a year!" He scowled again.

"How long, then?" Asked Ruby with a knowing smirk.

After wiping the spilled beer from the bar, David said, "That's personal." His cheeks grew a shade of pink.

"Oh, come off it, Davey." Ruby rolled her eyes. "If you can talk to Emma about your sexual life, what's the difference in talking to me about it, hm?" She leaned against the bar once again.

"Because, Emma doesn't make fun of it, like you do." David pointed out, and just like on cue, Emma walked into the bar.

"Hey, Casanova!" Ruby grinned, spotting Emma as she walked up to her friends. "Did you have a good lascivious snack?"

Emma glared, but the corner of her mouth tilted into a ghost of a smirk as she joined David on the free seat beside him. "Can it, Ruby. I was out measuring her cabinets for a restoration."

"Oh, I'll bet." Ruby chuckled, drinking back a shot she served for herself.

"Is there no end to your dirty mind, Ruby?" David scowled.

"Where's the fun in that?" Ruby asked with a smirk dancing across her lips. Her attention turned back to Emma. "You know, Marco's going to kill you for being late."

"I'll just tell him I got mugged." Emma shrugged, grabbing a hold of David's beer and helping herself to a sip.

"Oh, yeah, because that hickey on your neck is very believable, Em." Ruby's fingers toyed with the jacket's neckline, feeling her hand being smacked away by Emma herself. "Don't worry, I'll help you cover it up. But, you really have to start thinking about thing one, and thing two at home."

"I'm always thinking about them." Emma shot back.

"Hey," Ruby's hand rested on Emma's in a gentle manner. "I know you love them. There's no question about that. I'm just saying, have you ever considered-"

"Don't say it." Emma took her hand back, holding up a single digit in front of Ruby. "My kids and I are fine, alright? I don't need anybody else in my life right. Especially Henry or Haylie."

"They need a mother figure, Em."

"That's what I am, Ruby!" Emma made a sound that was between a chuckle and a scoff.

"You know what I mean-" Ruby rolled her eyes.

Their conversation was finished there, and Emma thanked her lucky stars that her phone decided to ring at that precise moment. Because she hated- no- detested- having the same old conversation with Ruby. But, upon seeing the number on her collar ID, she frowned.

"Shit, hang on a minute." Emma swiped her thumb across the screen of her cell before placing it over her ear. "Yeah- hello?"

"Ms. Swan?" An authoritative female voice sounded over the phone.

"You found her." Emma knew who it was.

"This is Mrs. Cunningham- principal of Elk Cove Middle School."

"Yes?"

"I seem to have your son Henry and daughter Haylie in my office-" Emma rolled her eyes at this. "I'm afraid you'll need to come in as soon as possible. The matter is quite serious."

Here we go. "I'll be there in twenty minutes." Emma was quick to hang up the call, her eyes falling on both Ruby and David.

"What happened?" Ruby asked.

"Thing one and thing two happened." Emma stood up from the stool, clapping David over his shoulder. "I'll keep you guys posted. I gotta go and deal with this."

"You have a problem with that old Cunningham, you let me know, Em!" David shouted, looking over his shoulder at the blonde before taking a sip of his beer.

"You got it!" Emma shouted right back as she walked out the bar.