NOTE: This chapter has been rewritten. I made major changes while still keeping part of the premise the former version embodied. There will be no CS nor OQ intimacy, though the hints of it. Angst. Magical mishap. Impersonation.

Broken Reflections

Regina remembered. Remembered what she'd done back in Camelot, how she'd betrayed Emma's trust and broken her beyond repair. Darkness be damned; Regina was worse than any curse in Emma's system. Though Emma wasn't completely the innocent princess her appearance might have you think at first sight- not after the curse.

(In Camelot)

"I'm not under any spell of hers, Killian! Nothing happened between Regina and I."

They were still fighting over this.

"So you're telling me I'm blind?! I know what I saw: that bitch's lips leaving yours! If it wasn't her spell then it's on you and that's even worse."

"We didn't kiss, how many times must I tell you! Please, Killian. Don't you believe in me?"

"I… I don't know, Swan. You're not the Savior anymore; the woman I fell in love with, she's gone," he said more calmly now, though the hostility was ever present in his tone.

"Killian, please…"

"SHE chose to sacrifice for that cunning whore and now my True Love's gone! You're nothing but Emma's cast; just a pretty, blonde distraction and nothing more, Dark One." Bitter tears trickled down his face.

Emma's tears fell, too, but he was right. She had chosen Regina over his love and she deserved his wrath. In fact, how could she even be sure she was still herself, if all she did was hear these voices in her head telling her to do wrong, and reassuring her she was vile and vile could not be loved— maybe Regina was another bad choice, one made by darkness to keep her from breaking the curse. She was lucky to still have Killian in her life somehow. He was hurt, and jealous— that must meant he still felt something for her, even if she wasn't Emma anymore. Holding onto at least this possibility of love was better than none at all; better than having Regina's rejection crushing her heart like coal to dust.

She had to make this work, once more, force this relationship: her only hope at a happy ending— and maybe even True Love, like what her parents had together. All during their argument, Emma didn't see the presence of the Dark One, nor did she hear the echo of his voice: it must meant something? Maybe Killian was the answer to breaking her curse.

"The woman you once loved, is still inside," Emma took his hand to her chest, "I promise."

Hook looked into her eyes, warily, but considering.

"I need fresh air." He took a step back, and moved to the balcony in the tower, stargazing for a long moment, trying to arrange his thoughts.

In her own bedchambers with Robin, Regina could barely stand his presence; his proximity felt nauseous. He was caressing her arm gently, trying to get the mood going, soothe her— he would say —kissing her shoulder as she was turned to the side, her back to him, trying to sleep.

She'd had insomnia and migraine since that almost kiss, three nights ago, and it was enough time for Robin to consider it appropriate to attempt having intimacy with her. It was torturous to be sharing her bed without actually sleeping together, specially when Henry and Roland had their own room, relatively away from theirs, to allow adults some privacy, and as punishment for Zelena, who was made into their nanny under Belle's custody— though if you asked Belle she'd say she was the one babysitting all three of them.

Regina could only think about Emma. Maybe if she shut her eyes hard enough, she could fool herself into believing it was Emma in her bed with her, making love together. She was what Regina really needed to soothe her ache, so she tried. She rolled to lie on her back. Robin wasted no time to come atop, easing his hands down Regina's legs.

They say when you wish something hard enough, it may come true. Young Regina would digress; she never had her wishes granted. But young Regina didn't have magic at her fingertips back then.

How I wish I were that lucky bastard. Walk in his privileged boots, free of guilt, and with Emma all for myself. If I were Killian, oh Emma, I would make love to you like time and space do not exist, just you and me, under the moonlight, wrapped in one another; inside each other: as one soul, floating— drifting away into our own, little world, free of pain and judgment. Just the two of us with no labels. If I were him, my dearest, I could love you truly.

Regina's eyes began glowing under her lids, as did Hook's while he was stargazing in the balcony. There was a quick flicker of light inside them and Regina found herself no longer squinting her eyes under Robin's heavy body; she was gazing at the stars. She looked down at her hands and saw the hook prosthetic in one, a collection of rings in the other, and hair in her now flat chest. She turned back, to look behind her new body, and saw Emma bracing herself, cautiously looking in her direction, with hopeful eyes but unspoken words— just so damn innocent and beautiful, not a trace of darkness in her.

"Emma…"

The voice came out lower, though not unfamiliar to them: it was Killian's, but it was tender, loving, and Emma's ears perked at that. No more hostility: there was sweetness and a longing in him, laced in a honey so sweet Emma desperately needed tasting it for the first time with him.

He wasn't the one, but she needed this— to feel loved again. She felt so lonely even though she had a big family now, but it wasn't complete. So, whatever Killian had to offer; she would take it. Whatever he demanded, she would give to him. At last. She had no more inhibitions; not under this curse. She suddenly wasn't as self-conscious, as hesitant, to have intimacy with him. She'd been asking him for time, time and again. But tonight was the night and there would be no coming back: she would be his.

"Killian?"

Emma asked with a higher voice, sounding so fragile it nearly broke Regina's heart all over again, but she stood her ground. She turned on her heel and looked down upon Emma with soft eyes, full of love, but also desire.

But, wait.

If Regina was here— inside Hook's body —that could only mean one thing: Killian was in her body, about to be penetrated by Robin. The idea would humor her, weren't it for the fact Robin had already been victim of deceit by her own sister, and he did not deserve it. Hook; he was another story. He had his own history of getting women drunk so he could fuck them without paying for the service or having to wait for their consent. Better do the right thing.

Behind her back, she quickly but discreetly clasped her fingers together and with her magic made both men in her bedchambers, fall asleep before all hell broke loose. And it was just in time. It had taken Hook a little longer to come back from the haze and realize his— or her —problematic position. He only felt the weight of a heavy body, and in the blurriness of his sight he barely distinguished a person: a man, but before he could focus he was already out. Some fucking weird dream, probably with Smee again; it was not the first time he dreamed with his comrade. He was fast asleep, as was Robin.

This would be the only chance Regina ever had to really get close to her beloved. It hurt to think Emma with Hook and never with her, and the jealousy and possessiveness took over her, made her weak. Regina would hate herself for this, but having this night with Emma, even if just to watch over her as she sleep, protecting her, she would trade for nothing.

"Yes, love," Regina answered sweetly.

There was something different in Killian, but Emma liked it. He had softened; he probably could see there was still Emma's light deep inside her, and he would give her a chance to prove her love to him.

Emma touched his cheek gently; he closed his eyes and relished in the feeling. He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss it so sweetly.

"I love you, Emma. I'll always do."

Emma got on her tiptoes, waiting for him to respond to the invitation to share a kiss, and he did, nervously. He tentatively pressed his lips to hers and they shared a kiss like they'd never had before, one that was broken too soon. Emma tried locking gazes with him; he averted his eyes. It was so different from Killian, Emma was suspicious, and there was something else, something more: she could feel Regina's presence. She had to test out her theory, and have some fun while at it.

"I think I'm ready. I'll be yours if you want to take me," his girlfriend told him openly.

Regina felt the blood boil inside her, but this was all so wrong.

For someone so pushy, at times insistent to a scary point, Killian was hesitant, Emma noticed, and didn't know if it was because he wasn't fully trusting of her or if there was something else going on. It couldn't be him, but what was Regina up to? Emma felt mischievous, and an idea crossed her mind, something she wouldn't have thought of without this new darkness inside her body, this pent-up desire she'd been holding prisoner since the moment they first met and shared cider in Regina's library by the fire.

She pressed her body against his and let her hand slowly slide down his front, stopping at his crotch, teasing him. Regina felt she might combust, the sensations in her body were too much, it was so tempting to give up and pin Emma against a wall and take her right there, but it was not her; it was him, who would be taking this big step with Emma.

"I want you so much, Emma, you have no idea," Regina said to her.

"Actually," Emma smiled sensually as she grabbed his bulge. "I may have..."

Killian—Regina had an erection and that was not something easy to hide in a male body. She was very embarrassed. She took a step back, and tried to think of a proper way to reject Emma's advances without hurting her or making the darkness in her, rage. Some hot mess she had accidentally gotten herself in.

Before Regina could come up with it, Emma had her cornered, and pinned her to the wall. "Does it bother you if I make the first move? Or are you old fashioned and don't think a woman can be passionate, take the lead?"

Fuuuuck. This shouldn't be arousing, but seeing Emma like this, having her be so dominant, so hungry for intimacy, did little to ease the rolling boil she felt in her stomach, and the itch between her legs was suddenly too painful.

Regina grabbed Emma by the waist and turned them around, pinning her against the wall this time. She assaulted her neck with hungry kisses, and let her right hand caress the softness of her body. Emma curled a leg around her hip, bringing her to grind harder against her. Regina gulped. She stopped kissing her that moment, and looked into Emma's eyes, scared of herself. She couldn't do this to her, not like this.

"You're such a coward." Emma laughed at her.

Regina grimaced. She felt this mockery was very much directed at her, not Killian.

"You come here to be close to me, and when I offer you a banquet, you still choose not to feast," Emma told her, her voice lower, darker.

"Emma, I- I don't think it's appropriate. Maybe when you're back to yourself…"

It was as if they had thrown gasoline to the fire. Emma was furious.

"I know perfectly well who I am, what I do with my body, and who I throw myself at," Emma said to her, accusingly. "I can't say the same for you, Regina."

Regina's eyes widened impossibly. "You knew?"

"You keep forgetting, with you, I always know. No one can make me feel what I feel when we're close; it's different, and it's special, but you can't seem to catch grasp of that. Why can't you give us a chance? Why is some stupid pixie dust stronger than what you and I feel?!"

"Because you're right! I'm a coward! Love was always ripped away from me before I could even come close to touching it. You feel too real, and we've come so far, I don't want to lose what we already have."

"It's too late for that," Emma told her more calmly now. "I can never be just friends with you. I want more. I need more."

"So you tested me? This is wrong in so many levels, Emma. Me, you- we can't do things like this. This is so unlike you."

"Please… Morals don't suit the Evil Queen, or the Dark One; we're both past that." Emma angrily refuted.

Regina was hurt. "I need time. Just… give me a little more time. This is a mistake."

Regina vanished in a swirl of purple smoke. Few seconds after that, Hook appeared on a rocking chair, sleeping out in the balcony, leather clad and with a blanket thrown over him. It was the real pirate this time.

Emma looked at him, her gaze cold as ice.

"I keep telling you, dearie, if you truly want something: you have to take it by the force," the Dark One voice told Emma.