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Chapter 15 Save Regina

"Rowan Black," Snow whispered as realization finally hit her at full force. David looked up from his own box of files. They had been looking through the town records for the stable owner's file.

"Did you find it?" he asked, standing from his chair and approaching Snow at the desk.

"I know him," she said as David took the files from her hands. He didn't recognize the id picture. "He was Regina's personal guard as well as the leader of her black guard."

"If he had that kind of power in our land why is he trying to hurt her?" David asked, none of this making sense.

"I'm not exactly sure, but halfway through her reign, he disappeared. She had a new general."

"He became a threat…" David concluded, still missing so much of the story but he knew this man was dangerous and they needed to get to Regina before he hurt her. They needed to call Emma, give her his background information, and warn her. He was dark and ruthless back in their land and she needed to be careful.

He pulled out his cell and Emma had answered before it could ring a second time. She had been waiting for the background check, hoping she could get an address. It be faster than the tracking spell if she knew where she was going.

"David, did you find anything?"

"Snow found his file. His name is Rowan Black…"

"David what aren't you telling me?" Emma asked, keeping her eyes on the road as she followed the apple towards the woods in her yellow bug.

"He's dangerous Emma. He was the former leader of Regina's black guard back in the Enchanted Forest. Half way through her reign as Evil Queen, he disappeared. He must have been some kind of threat to her."

"Where does he live," she practically growled out and David knew it didn't mattered whether this guy was dangerous or not. She was going to find him. She was saving Regina.

"A cabin deep into the woods. Go down the Toll Bridge, keep heading straight until you see a fork in the road. Go left and it should be hidden behind a thick cluster of trees," he said, looking at the map he and Snow laid out on the desk.

She sped up the moment the Toll Bridge came into view, passing the now useless apple. She knew exactly where to go. She remembered passing by that cabin her first year here in Storybrooke.

"Emma be careful," Snow had taken the phone from David. She could hear them moving and the slam of doors closing as they got into the police cruiser. They were on their way.

"I'm not the one you need to worry about," Emma told her, the pieces of what David had told her falling into place. If Regina saw this guy as a threat back when she was Queen, then he dangerous. He was obsessed with her and Emma could only hope they get to her in time.

He sat with her, holding her in his arms as he injected the needle into her arm. She struggled and he only tightened his grip on her.

"Shh, it's ok. Don't fight it," Rowan said softly and Regina let out a terrified sob. She could feel the drug working its way into her system. Her mind became fuzzy and it was getting hard to focus. Her body became heavy and he felt her becoming limp in his arms. He leaned in close, kissing her hair and breathing in her scent.

"You're going to be so happy my love," he whispered into her ear, illusions of the life he wanted for them flashing in his mind. He stood, lifting her into his arms. Her clothes were wet and he could feel her shivering against his chest.

"Let's get you to the car before you get sick," he murmured more so to himself. He gave her a strong dose and doubted she could even comprehend language right now. He needed her still and quiet during the drive out of Storybrooke.

He carried her outside, unaware of the hidden pair of eyes watching him from the trees. He opened the back door to his car and laid Regina inside. He draped a blanket over her, not wanting her to be seen with the shackles adjourning her wrists or the gag shoved into her mouth. He didn't even hear the silent footsteps behind him. It wasn't until he felt the cool metal of the gun being pressed into the back of his head did he realize he wasn't alone.

He smirked.

He was once the general of an entire army. This witch with faulty magic didn't stand a chance. Not even with this worlds weapons.

"Turn around slowly," she ordered, her voice cool and angry.

"You don't want to fight me Princess," he sneered that last word, taunting her. A low growl rumbled in her throat.

"I said turn around!" she snapped, the gun digging hard into the back of his skull. He let out a chuckle and Emma wondered just how insane this guy really was.

"She'll forget all about you witch, once I get her out of this place," he said carefully as if she was a small child. He slowly turned, raising his arms and facing dark angry green eyes. Her expression became hard as she realized what he was planning on doing.

"You're not taking her anywhere!" she yelled, falling for the bait. He was goading her trying to make her angry enough to lose focus. It worked because the moment she shifted the weapon to knock him out with the butt of her gun, he intercepted her hit. He violently hit her wrist with his arm so hard she cried out in pain. The gun fell to the floor and before she could even think about going for it he kicked it away and hit her with his fist, knocking her out cold.

"Oh yes I am," he answered her earlier outburst. He picked up the gun, unused to this kind of weaponry. He held it in his hand, observing the cool metal. In this world, this was power and he it held above the so called savior. He wanted to kill her.

She was a threat to his happy ending with Regina.

He pointed the gun at her, his finger lightly touching the trigger. It was the thought of making her suffer was what stopped him. Death was too good for her. He wanted her to live with the notion that she had lost Regina. That she couldn't save her.

Besides, once they were out of Storybrooke she would never find them. He gave her unconscious form a menacing grin and pulled the gun away from her.

"You'll never find us and if you do I'll be waiting."

He turned towards the car, reaching in and lifting the blanket from Regina's face. Her eyes were open just a crack, her gaze unfocused and unaware.

"Let's go home my Queen," he said, tucking a dark strand of hair behind her ear before lowering the blanket over her face once more. He slammed the door shut and got behind the wheel, leaving the savior behind in a cloud of dust.

Hot searing pain was all she felt the moment she woke up. Someone was talking and she couldn't register who it was. She couldn't remember what happened or why she was in the dirt with a searing headache.

"Emma," the voice sounded again and this time she felt a pair of hands cupping her face.

"Come on honey, open your eyes."

"Mom?" Emma murmured, opening her eyes jut a crack before shutting them. The bright light made the pain worse. Her head was pounding and in that moment the haziness cleared and she remembered why she was lying in the dirt. Her eyes snapped open, ignoring the pain and quickly sitting up only to be lowered by Snow.

"No I have to go. He took Regina. I have to find her!" she cried out, sitting up again and this time Snow let her.

"David's checking the house for any clues as to where they night have gone. For now I think you need to get to the hospital Emma. You were out cold."

Emma stood, ignoring her mother's protests. Her own health was the last thing on her mind. All she could think about was Regina. She had been kidnapped by this crazy son of a bitch that was obsessed with her.

She stood, looking for her gun and she angrily kicked at the dirt in frustration when she couldn't find it. The bastard took her damn gun!

It was one thing that Regina was missing in Storybrooke, but now that he took her out into the real world. She had no idea where to even begin.

She was so overwhelmed. Everything seemed to be spinning and she ran to her bug that she had hidden in the woods. She ignored Snow's cries and kept running until she was sitting behind the wheel of her car. She drove to the town line and stopped.

She got out, slamming the door shut and stopping at the orange line. She reached out, barely touching the invisible shield that kept Storybrooke hidden with her fingertips. She could cross but Regina… There weren't any known side effects and if there were then Rowan must have found a way around them in order to leave safely.

Either way she wasn't going to rest until Regina was safe and away from him.

She pulled out her phone, everything she's ever learned from her bail bond days flashing through her mind. She needed to make a few calls, let people know she was looking for a certain somebody.

The drugs were starting to wear off by the time Rowan pulled into the parking lot of a cheap motel right inside Atlantic City that night. He drove fast and without any pit stops, passing Boston and New York. He wanted to get situated in the motel before Regina gained full function of her body and mind. He heard her groan softly from underneath the blanket. She was starting to wake up.

"Almost there baby," he whispered, glancing at her still form through the rearview mirror. He got out, leaving the window open just a crack for her as he got out to rent the room.

When he had disappeared into the motel office, Regina managed to uncover her face with the blanket. She had just woken up, her mind finally becoming clear. She was starting to regain movement and even though she felt nauseas and sick from the drugs she could feel some of her strength returning.

Her breaths were labored and her mouth was dry from dehydration.

She had no idea where she was. She knew she wasn't in Storybrooke anymore or even in Maine for that matter. This whole road trip had been one giant blur. She had been in and out of consciousness and now that the drugs were wearing off she could feel herself panicking, fear sitting heavily on her chest.

She looked around, looking for any type of escape while she can. That was when she saw the open crack in the window by the driver's seat. He left it open and she tried gathering the little strength she had to sit up. Her wrists were still shackled and the gag was still in her mouth but maybe if she tried screaming someone would hear her. Someone would see her tied up in the back seat of this car.

She struggled at getting her legs to move and just when she was finally able to kick off the blanket, she heard footsteps approaching the car. She started to panic, her heart pounding in her chest. It was too late and she let out a frustrated cry. The door opened and she looked up at her kidnapper.

"I see someone's finally awake," he grinned at her, picking up the blanket and covering her once more. Her world went dark, her shaky breaths through her nose were hot under the stuffy material. He picked her up in his arms, holding her tight against him as she tried to struggle. He only chuckled because she was far too weak to make any big movements.

"It's nearly the middle of the night my love. No one is around to see us."

That was where he was wrong. Emma had connections from her days as a bail bonds woman. She had a guy who worked in Boston. He managed to catch Rowan speeding down the main intersection and he had successfully tracked them to Atlantic City and was calling Emma who was currently on her way. He was parked across the street and he didn't take his eyes off the man that was carrying the covered woman inside the motel room as he pulled out his phone.

"I found them."