A/N. I'm just going to say this once. I love SwanQueen. I love OutlawQueen. I love the Charmings and I love Rumpbelle. THIS IS FAN FICTION! I can write whatever the fuck I like. I have posted no SwanQueen hate and I have not tagged the story as SwanQueen. If it's upsetting to you that you wasted five minutes of your life reading a story that possibly won't have the ending you want, I am not sorry. If you read the summary it clearly states that Emma and Regina have broken up. That's where my story begins though, not ends. Real life is a bit more complicated than that. Just because they are divorcing doesn't mean I'm dissing SwanQueen. It's my story and I will do what I want with it. If I didn't like SwanQueen I wouldn't waste my time writing about it.
Threatening to tell an actress that you do not know personally about a FAN FICTION that does not bash any ships in any way is kind of stupid.
I seriously doubt Lana Parrilla gives a shit about someone writing a dramatic story about a character she's played that thousands of people have written about dramatically. Y'all can keep coming at me, but I am literally going to keep writing whatever I want. Thanks for boosting my review count.
To all the reviewers who have had constructive things to say and reviewed like normal humans, THANK YOU, you guys are the best. And to you guys I apologise for the insanely long authors note, there is story afterward I promise.
On that note;
THIS IS THE LAST TIME I WILL ACKNOWLEDGE THE STUPIDITY. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ A STORY THAT ISN'T 100% SWANQUEEN, PLEASE DO EVERYONE A FAVOR AND FUCK OFF.
Regina had explained to her father what was happening, and he'd agreed to put the younger boys to bed. She'd pulled on her coat and gloves and grabbed a bite to eat off Daniel's plate before hurrying out into the wintery night.
The drive to the sheriff's station was a short one, but she'd still found ample time to fret and be angry with her son.
As she pulled up she noticed Emma's car already in the lot and cursed inwardly. There was simply no way this wasn't going to be difficult.
Their local station wasn't large, but they were very efficient. The town had a higher crime rate than you would imagine for one of its size and people were grateful to have a decent sheriff rather than your typical small town lazy old coot.
Regina was greeted by the sheriff himself, David Nolan, a family friend, and one of his deputies, who Regina intensely disliked, Killian Jones.
Emma was standing in the corner, arms folded, leaning against the stone wall.
Behind them Damon and two other teenagers were sitting sullenly in the holding cell, all of them handcuffed.
"Regina, thanks for coming down, sorry to have to call during dinner time." David began, greeting her from where he was leaning one hip on his desk.
"Killian and I were out on patrol when we caught this lot hanging around on the Toll Bridge, we pulled over to check everything was alright, they were acting very suspicious and the air smelt distinctively like cannabis, so we searched them, and we found this on your boy." David informed them, his tone serious as he pulled out an evidence bag containing several ounces of weed.
Regina eyed it warily, exhaling and counting to ten before reacting. "Was he the only one carrying?" She asked briskly, her lawyer attitude kicking in. "No, the two girls he was with, one had it on her as well, but less, and the other had no weed but have seven concealed knives on her person."
Regina put her head in her hands briefly before looking over at her son then back at the sheriff. "What's his bail?"
"A grand, he's got four ounces there Regina, the legal limit in Maine is 2 and half, he's facing up to six months jail time and 8 grand in fines." David told her apologetically, though he wasn't telling her anything she didn't already know. "You can take him home, but he'll be in court in two weeks."
"Fucks sake." Regina complained, this news simply too much on top of the day she'd already had.
"What the hell were you thinking Damon?" Emma demanded of their son, addressing him as she paced across the office. "Why would you be so stupid?"
"Excuse me, calling my son stupid is no way to handle this situation." Regina objected sharply, glowering at her former lover.
"When OUR son stops being stupid and trying to lash out like this, then I will stop telling him how stupid he is being." Emma argued, affronted at being called out on her parenting.
"Take your shirts off and then we can all enjoy this fight." Killian Jones joined the conversation rudely, grinning at his own perceived cleverness.
"Exfuckingcuse me?" Regina snarled, turning on the deputy with truly spectacular ferocity.
"It's a compliment love, most men aren't into dykes, but I'd be into it." He carried on, his arrogant manner only adding insult to injury.
"Kilian!" David's voice was stern, the sheriff appalled by his deputy's behaviour. "Apologize to Miss Swan and Miss Mills immediately."
"Alright, alright, keep your shirt on love, was only having you on." He attempted to charm her with his smile, but Regina only wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"You better watch yourself Jones." She seethed, her hand itching to slap his arrogant smirk right off his face.
"Let's calm this thing down, Killian, fuck off, Regina, Emma, I apologize sincerely for him, but its getting late and I'm sure you want to go home." David shuffled the papers on his desk uncomfortably for a second before continuing. "Which of you am I releasing him to?"
"That would be me." Regina informed him, pulling out her credit card.
Emma visibly bit her lip but didn't contest the decision. "Well, clearly you have our children under perfect control, so I'll be going."
Regina ignored her barb and paid her sons bail to the sheriff. "Thanks for not calling his father." Regina said to David as he processed the release form.
"I would never do that." David assured her. "I actually had a moral dilemma over calling Emma." He handed the papers to Regina and squeezed her hand warmly. "I know what you're going through is hard, and that Mary Margaret and I were both of your friends, and I don't know the whole story, but we are both here for you Regina. I'm very angry about what Emma has done to you and your family. If there's anything you need please don't hesitate to call us."
"Thank you, sheriff, I appreciate it." Regina said graciously, grateful for his support. She hadn't always gotten along with David, or his wife, but they'd grown closer in recent years.
David unlocked the cell and escorted Damon to his mother, un-cuffing him and giving him back his cell phone and personal effects.
"Now don't let me see you back in here." David told the boy sternly and nodded to Regina as they left.
Together, mother and son walked to their car in silence, and drove home without speaking.
Once they'd pulled into her father's drive way and she'd shut the engine off, Regina turned in her seat to face her oldest son. Snow began falling outside the vehicle, glowing in the darkness.
"Say something to me Damon." Regina ordered him, her voice filled with disappointment.
Damon shifted uncomfortably, his piercing blue eyes unable to meet his mother's intense gaze.
"I fucked up." He said eventually, his deep voice distorted with regret. "I'm sorry I let you down." Elbow propped on the window he pressed his fist to his mouth and he tried to suppress his emotions.
"I just don't want you to jeopardize your future." Regina said softly, taken aback at her son's obvious remorse. She had been expecting him to be sullen and defiant and instead he seemed as torn up about it as she was.
"At least I know a good lawyer." He cracked, wiping his eyes fiercely.
"God baby come here." Regina leaned across the car and wrapped her son, who was much taller than her, in a hug as a few tears of her on spilled onto her cheeks. "You're still in a lot of trouble though young man."
"I know." Damon accepted this, hugging her tightly, her comfort making him feel even younger than he already did.
"And you're going to tell me who those girls are and I'm going to be calling their mothers." She added as she released him.
Damon nodded his agreement and they headed inside.
Exhausted and overwhelmed, but ever the caring mother, Regina checked on all of her sons before finally collapsing into her bed in her father's guest room.
Her head barely hit the pillow before she was out to the world, sleep finally ending the horrific day and giving her battered heart a brief respite from its fresh pain.