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"This whole time I thought it was magic. At first it was random occurrences like leaves swirling around my feet whenever I got excited or when my mother would..." Regina bit her lip to stop herself from revealing any intimate information. Mohinder nodded patiently for her to continue.

"Then it progressed into something more. Glass would shatter when I was under extreme stress. When I was angry, stuff would catch on fire..."

"...I thought it was my mother's doing," Regina whispered to herself.

"Sorry, what was that?" Mohinder questioned, not hearing Regina's mumbling.

"I said I thought it was witchcraft," quickly recovering, Regina cleared her throat.

"Years later as a teen, I had an argument with my mother. I put my arms out and it was like a huge gust of wind had pushed her. She fell down the stairs and died," Regina let her voice crack at the end. Of course she couldn't tell Mohinder that she pushed her mother through a looking glass into Wonderland. Despite all the talk of superpowers, if Regina went on about an alternate world of fairytales, the doctor would diagnose her as insane.

"...I blamed myself for the longest time. Of course I couldn't tell anybody. They wouldn't believe me if I told them of my 'magical powers.'"

Mohinder put a hand on her shoulder, "Regina, it's okay. You couldn't handle your powers. Don't blame yourself for your mother's death. You were scared, naïve, and alone with no one to understand what you were going through."

Regina let a sad smile appear at the doctor's words. They just barely met and the doctor was already defending her. She was right to have made allies with him.

"The immense amount of guilt I had turned into depression," Regina remembered the grief she had for Daniel. She felt guilty for Daniel's death because he fought to be with her; their love turned into his demise.

"With my depression it seemed that my powers were somehow augmented. What used to be just small, crackling sparks of fire in my hands heightened into an intense blaze. Flames, fireballs even, could shoot out of my hands. With a flick of my wrist I could send anything," or anyone (which she didn't mention), "flying back or into my hands. And the leaves that used to swirl around me transformed into constricting vines. Fortunately, I could use that ability into something less destructive. It appears that I have quite the green thumb. I take it that you've seen my garden during your visit?"

"Yes, it is absolutely beautiful. I knew there was something magical about those rose bushes," he chuckled heartedly.

Laughing politely, Regina couldn't help the grin breaking out, "Why thank you, Mohinder."

Mohinder then rubbed his hands together with an eager spark in his eyes, "Well it seems to me that you've gotten quite the array of abilities. Can I please see what you could do?"

Regina immediately had a flashback of Henry's plea for her to never use her magic. But she needs to, for the sake of other people's lives on the line. This time it's for a higher purpose. This, Regina realizes, is her ultimate path to redemption.

"Stand back," straightening up, Regina held her chin up high.

With a flick of her wrist, a blazing fireball appeared in her open palm. She tossed it to her other palm as if playing with a baseball. Then, clenching her hand in a fist, she extinguished the fire as easily as putting out a candle.

A smirk appeared on Regina's deep red lips. 'Time for some fun.'

Palm up, a stream of fire flowed up from her hand. Mohinder could feel the temperature in the room rise exponentially. Twisting her fingers, Regina turned the flame into spirals of orange fire, like a winding staircase. The flame changed colors to blue, pink, red, then settled to green. Mohinder stared at her entranced with the light show.

Sticking her other hand out to the side, Regina opened her fist. Suddenly, small objects in the room came flying to her. Mohinder ducked as pens, pencils, shoes, books and other various objects came zipping past his head to hover and rotate around the woman with a spiral of fire in her hand.

"Out of all the objects flying around me, which do you not need?"

"Well, I kinda need all of them honestly speaking..."

"The pencils? I'm sure you don't need pencils."

"I need pencils, Re―"

"―Mohinder, for goodness sake. Has the fire sucked so much oxygen in this room already that it's affecting your ability to think? Look, you still have pens," Regina levitated the pens towards Mohinder where one lightly smacked him on the back of his head.

"Ow," the Indian man rubbed the back of his head with a pout.

"Would you like to continue watching or not?

"Yes, please continue."

"Very well. I suggest you close your mouth, dear. The slack jawed look is very unbecoming on you."

Mohinder opened his mouth in shock at her comment before shutting it with embararassment.

The pencils then flew into the green spiraled flame, causing the fire to crackle and hiss and grow even bigger than it already is. One pencil shot through the flame, whizzing past Mohinder with fire trailing behind it making it look like a small rocket. It pierced at the file in his hand, sending it across the room where it finally nailed through a wall.

Regina closed both her hands, extinguishing the flame and sending the objects flying around her to fall on the ground. Now sticking an arm out in front of her, a vine appeared on the floor where it wrapped around the flaming pencil stuck on the wall. With a flick of her hand, the vine pulled the pencil out and brought it to her. Red lips gently blew on the small flame on the butt of the pencil, dainty fingers thus handed it back to a wide-eyed Mohinder with a wicked smirk. With another flick, the file that slid down the wall was now flying towards Regina. Papers shuffled in mid air and were tucked neatly in the file as it landed gently in her hands.

Regina flipped her short hair back as she walked, no strutted, towards Mohinder.

"Telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and terrakinesis...of course. Pyrokinesis involves changes in temperature, which is basically changing the speed at which molecules vibrate. This could conceivably be controlled by telekinesis. As with the earth manipulation, that is another thing entirely. Perhaps an advanced manifestation of your psychic abilities..." Mohinder whispered while gazing at Regina with wonder, as if she were under a microscope. He'd never seen such graceful manipulation with just the wave of a hand.

Her smirk had stretched into a dazzling smile that lit up her face. Regina truly looked happier now than when she first walked into the room. Using her powers made her feel whole.

"Here's your file back. Hope you enjoyed the show."

A/N:

Btw, just wanted to say that in case you haven't noticed, but I tweaked some things in Regina's background story. In this case, she's had instances of small sparks of "magic" long before Cora was sent through the mirror. Therefore, she was born with these powers. Rumplestiltskin doesn't have the gene because he had gained his powers through a magical artifact: his dagger. So the only abilities Regina has that wasn't influenced through magical means but instead are produced innately are her telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and terrakinesis.