There was parking on the road and Christy took it carefully, making sure to honor her promise not the scratch the car. She stood in front of the pawn shop and took a deep breath, before moving forward to open the door. The one store she'd given a wide berth to was now the one she was walking into with a purpose.
The place was full of odd items, but seeing things she'd recognized from the show kept Christy's guard up. She walked past Gepetto's cursed parents, in the form of dolls and slowly started to browse. Rumplestiltskin had kept a lot of his own things here, and things he seemed to have taken from others. Looking around at the odd selection of things, Christy wondered how much the people in the town needed these things, or would need them.
The answer came to her when she came across a red piece of fabric that had Christy pause. Her hand reached out and she pulled it off the shelf and slowly unfolded it to find she had a cloak in her hands. "Oh Red," Christy thought to herself and her hands gripped it a little more tightly.
"Are you interested in clothing? I have more in the back." A man's voice spoke up, but Christy had heard him come up front from the back. Christy looked up to see his eyes widened as he looked at her.
Christy gave a small smile. "Actually, I do need some clothes, but I came about your ad for a massage table and chair."
"A stranger in our little town, how interesting." He tilted his head a little to the left and studied her. Christy forced herself to blush at the obvious staring, as if a bit shy. Her powers made a fake blush easy.
"Yes, well, I needed to get away from the crazy pace of my life and a small town seemed like the perfect way to do it." She glanced around his shop, "You have an amazing selection of things here."
"I do manage to gather a good collection." He told her. "I'm Mr. Gold, I own this place." He said it firmly and Christy knew he meant the town, not just the store, but without her background knowledge of the place she wouldn't know that so she purposely misunderstood.
"Well, I hope I can find what I need here. You didn't sell the table and chair yet did you?" She folded the cloak up and put it back onto the shelf. It would be too suspicious to hold onto it like it was valuable in anyway. She needed to leave with that thing today though, because anyone could buy it and it meant something to Red. Christy thought she remembered it helped Red control her wolf and the curse wasn't going to last much longer. Red would need it and she didn't want the werewolf making any deals with this man.
"No, no, I just opened the store. You're my first customer today." He stepped back a little, his cane making a rhythmic thumping on the floor and Christy followed him into the back room.
The table was folded up and in the case and the chair was out and assembled. Both were portable, meant for a transient masseuse and not a spa. As she looked over the chair she was very aware that he was staring at her. She adjusted some settings, making sure the chair worked well and she sat in it to see that it held her weight. She opened up the carrying case and glanced at the table. It looked to be in good working order, but Christy was going to gamble with her luck working and not verify that herself, here, she'd check it in her room. "How much for both?"
"Well, I wouldn't want to alienate a new customer. It's so rare I get one." He leaned on his cane with both arms. "I'm thinking $300 for the set."
Christy smirked a little. "I could order from out of town and get brand new for that." She'd looked that much up. "Good try. I'll pay $125 for the set, and get these bulky things out of your way. From what I hear I'm the only masseuse in town. Whoever sold you these didn't go on to build a business."
"Well, someone that does their homework." He seemed to nod his head at her, as if complimenting her. They haggled for a while longer and Christy paid $200, but had that 'pretty fabric' tossed in. Christy made him believe it would be a nice cloth to drape over the window to soften the light in the room. Basically she was claiming to want to use Red Riding Hood's cloak for interior design. She was a bit irritated that he actually sold it to her, knowing what that cloak really meant to Red, but Christy intended to have it available for Red after the curse broke.
"I could have the table and chair delivered. Where are you staying?" He pried smoothly as she was paying and Christy knew lying wouldn't work, he could easily get his answer. He probably already knew it, because Granny's was the only place to stay in town if you weren't living with someone.
"I'm at Granny's for now, until I find a place, but I borrowed a car to pick it up. Thanks anyhow." She glanced toward the front doors. "I'm just parked outside."
"Oh, so you're staying and looking for a place to live?" He walked alongside her as she carried the cloak and the table to the car. He wasn't offering to help with the chair, but then he actually needed that cane. It could be he couldn't help. Christy just couldn't shake the feeling he might be choosing not to help. "I own a lot of the rentals around here. I'm afraid openings are very rare."
"Oh, I can be patient." Christy opened the trunk and slid the table in, putting the cloak in on top of it. She leaned on the car and smiled at him. "Thanks for the warning though." It was more likely him trying to warn her off. She was the wild card here, and he didn't look too pleased. Christy knew there was one recent vacancy, wherever the Sheriff must have lived. Mr. Gold wasn't mentioning that one. "All else fails I can move in with someone." She chuckled, knowing that had worked for Emma, and locked the trunk before going back in for the chair, not risking theft of that cloak for even a moment. She didn't want him to think she was desperate, because she wasn't. If she had to buy a tent and live in the woods, she'd manage. She was not letting this man make any deals with her.
She left his store with directions to where she might find the type of clothes she might actually wear, because he had a collection of 'Renaissance clothing and Ball gowns." She was also given ideas of where to get oils and candles. He played at being friendly, and the average person might have actually believed it. In the rearview mirror she could see him staring after her as she drove away.
Christy had mixed feelings about a few of the people in this town, based on the episodes of the show she'd seen, but if she had to hand out black hats and white hats like Henry did, Rumplestiltskin would not have the biggest, blackest hat in the store. That hat would go to Cora as far as Christy was concerned, but that still didn't mean he couldn't be horribly dangerous, and he was here and Cora wasn't, thank god.
As far as Christy was concerned, the 'villains' in this world were not all evil like the little boy wanted to believe, but some were closer than others. The heroes were also not squeaky clean. Christy had seen true evil, had killed it in her last world at every opportunity. Even this curse everyone was under was a weak punishment, barely a curse, compared to the hell Christy had seen people inflict on mutants. If Rumplestiltskin and Regina really wanted to create a 'horrible' life for everyone they could have done a much better job of it. Hell, Christy saw people smile more often in this 'hell on earth' in the few days she was here than in the years she spent breaking up the concentration camps and secret government prisons of the last world. True misery was clearly in short supply.
Christy pushed that line of thinking away as she pulled up to the first store on her list of stores to visit. She wasn't even going to try on clothes, she'd just look to see what they looked like and buy them. She'd not actually wear these anyhow, just make her own 'outfits' match a few so that it looked like she did. It was another reason looking at the Value Village was fine. Christy still needed her money so she wasn't wasting it, and she needed clothes that she could claim she'd had for a while.
When Christy got to the B&B shortly before lunch she parked Red's car out front and grabbed her bags of clothes, sheets and pillows for the massage table, oils, candles and a small collection of relaxation music CD's and got out. Her hands were loaded down as she made her way to the front porch, so she couldn't take the table or chair right away without looking inhumanly strong. That proved to be a good thing, because as Christy got close to the front door it opened and Granny stood there, staring at Ruby's car and then at Christy for a long tense moment before holding the door opened for her.
"Hey, thanks." She smiled at Granny, but there was definitely an aura of disapproval in the older woman's face. "I had to do some shopping and Ruby let me borrow her car." Christy set the bags down on the check in counter inside the door and turned to face the older woman. Her voice became quieter. "I'm clearly going to have trouble finding work here. There aren't many job announcements. So, I bought a massage table and a chair and I'm going to return to my roots while I look." She lied smoothly about that. "Is that okay? I thought I could try and line up ten to fifteen hours of appointments a week. It will help me be able to afford to stay long enough to find full time work. My savings isn't endless."
"So you're thinking about running this business from my B&B?" Granny asked, her eyes studying Christy.
"My room actually. I might take the chair to larger businesses with a good number of employees to see about doing quickie massages during their lunch breaks, but most of the work will be in my room in the late afternoons to early evening." Christy could see Granny start to frown. "In exchange I could give you a weekly massage, or pay a bit more, but I plan to do my own laundry for this business and I really need this money to be able to stay. Hey, people might even come early or stay late to get a meal at your diner. We could even work out some sort of package deal for the B&B and a massage for people that stay at the B&B for romantic weekends. I'm sure there is some deal we can work out."
"Are you any good?" Granny asked and Christy could tell she'd said something to gain some interest.
"I have two appointments for later today. I could easily slip you in and you can decide." Christy smiled at the thoughtful look Granny had.
"The B&B isn't getting as much business as it should. If we had a 'package' relaxing getaway it could drum up business." The older woman admitted to what had gained her interest. "But having you do this out of a bedroom, that isn't the best idea. Hell, have you even thought about how you'd deal with requests for sexual favors? Someone is going to assume you're a whore."
Christy chuckled at that. "Wouldn't be the first time." Her smile was a little tight as she remembered how close to true that had been at times. "It's why I prefer female clients, but I just take extra time explaining to men what a massage consists of." Her voice dropped deeper and she leaned a little closer to the older woman. "And I know a surprising amount of self defense, so I'm pretty sure I'll be fine. I can incapacitate without damaging easily."
"You can do just about anything, can't you?" Granny let out a seemingly irritated breath, before going quiet and just staring at Christy. "Okay, you can do this, but if this becomes a problem I'll pull the plug. Also you need to work the weekends and do those 'package deals' for my customers. They get priority for this." It sounded like Granny was hiring her, which wasn't true because Christy was working for herself, but given the circumstances it wasn't worth even mentioning. They worked out a deal before Christy put her bags in her room.
As she was carrying the table in Granny stood at the base of the stairs. "I want you to look at something." Christy set the table down behind the counter and followed Granny down the hall on the first floor. "It would take a bit of work, but it would reduce the traffic in the halls if you end up with a full load of clients."
The hallway ended on a door and Granny opened it. A large room with a collection of bits of pieces of furniture and a wall that was only half painted was behind the door. Christy looked around to see it had a fireplace, and French doors to the outside somewhere. The curtains cut off the view a bit, but it looks like it was a garden out there.
"I was about to remodel this room when I had a heart attack. Haven't done anything with it since." Granny told her. "So Ms. 'I can do anything', you ever do any remodeling and decorating?"
Christy laughed. "As a matter of fact I did." Her kids had taught her how, before the Xmen, before the spying, she'd learned to put up walls and do work like that from Jon as they remodeled her house to fit so many new teenagers.
"Good, you clean this up and you can use this." Granny nodded. "You can put a screen up or something and keep your bedroom area separate from your work space. Marco could probably even make a nice screen for you." Granny motioned to one side of the room. "I'm thinking you can have your bed over there and the bathroom is over there too." Christy looked at the nook that could fit the bed and dresser and the doorway to the bathroom down there. It would feel like less space with the screen, but that could be made to be moveable to open the space up to the windows, because that nook had none.
"This is going to be a lot of work, and we've only worked out a month long stay." Christy glanced around. "Can I get a deal for a longer stay?"
"If this works out, I'll actually be pretty upset if you up and move out, but I'll have a suite in exchange so that's still good for the B&B. Think of this as a regular rental, I'll give you a longer term stay, like a lease, but the longest I can promise at a time is five months, and that's only if there are no problems." Granny sighed. "I can't hire you for this, and other than the remodeling, what you do in this room can't be any of my business. If you work for me then Mr. Gold will want a cut of your work, but if you're a freelancer that works out of your room, well if you were a writer you'd be able to work out of your room, so this isn't different." Granny proceeded to give Christy a free month to stay, if Christy could make it so that this room was where she could stay for that month. Christy was going to keep her current room and needed to get this one ready in less than a month. Granny had a modest budget for this, and that's why Christy was working for room and board and not pay. Granny needed to save for supplies and for professionals doing what Christy couldn't, the fine detail work. There shouldn't be a need for a plumber or electrician.
Granny left to make a call to Marco to get him to meet with Christy about this and Christy stood in the middle of the room looking around. Her voice was a whisper to the air. "Annie, thank you. Whatever you did, thank you." Her eyes watered a bit. This was the most like a home she'd had since she started working for the Professor, being a spy she never got to sit still for months, never got to get comfortable anywhere. Now she had a place and one she'd get to decorate and live in until the curse broke most likely, and hopefully even after.
The only bad news about the offer Christy got was that Granny wanted to talk about her plans for the room that afternoon. Christy got a tour of all the rooms of the B&B, and a talk about making the colors and style fit. It ate up any time Christy would have used to try and watch one of the DVD's she had safely tucked away.
At least getting the supplies would take a day or two, and Granny wanted to make sure Christy talked with Marco so that she could get Marco's opinion on what Christy could and couldn't do, so Christy was going to work like hell to set up her identity, watch as much of the DVD episodes as she could and basically barely leave the room for the next few days while she had the laptop.
She wasn't going to be able to make deals with Ruby endlessly for her belongings. Christy thought as she set up the massage table in her room. She'd need her own laptop, she could use it for any of her research, her business, she could use it to play relaxing massage music and to watch these DVDs as she needed.
At 3:30 she was mostly ready for Ruby and she sat down and counted the cash she had on hand, which was everything she had to her name at this point. It was against her need to plan for the future, but when Ruby knocked on the door at 3:45 Christy let her in and spoke softly. "I found a laptop I want to buy. I can give you cash, but do you have a credit limit like this?" Christy turned Ruby's computer to face her. It held a good, very compact computer, a case and a sound system to attach to it. Computers always needed to be portable. Christy knew this from her work as a spy and all the computers she watched Mystique break into that were left out and easily accessible. With an uncertain income and future, Christy wouldn't normally rush off to spend half of her money on a computer, but Annie's luck had been shocking in what it was doing for Christy, so Christy gambled that she'd be okay. Even if she wasn't, a shortage of money was far from the worst thing she'd ever dealt with in her life.
Ruby frowned. "Why do you need this now, you have mine."
"Because Granny's giving me the room downstairs if I remodel it and I'm starting a home business." Christy grinned at the wide smile that Ruby gave her at that news.
Once the purchase was done, Christy handed Ruby the money and Ruby pulled 70 dollars out of that stack to hand back. "For the massage." The girl smiled at her teasingly.
"Okay, down to business." Christy smiled and put the laptop up and out of the way, setting it to play the CD she had in it.
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"Okay, you can undress to your comfort level and then lay face down on the table. I'll knock before coming back in." Christy told her and watched Ruby give her a somewhat sexy smile. "Under the sheet, remember that." Christy joked just a little before closing the door to let Ruby get ready.
Christy also took the time to put her do not disturb sign on the door, though Granny knew she was doing a massage at this time, just to be sure.
When she went back in she slowly moved to lift Red's legs and put the pillow under her knees. "So you wanted 70 minutes?" They'd agreed to 60, but Red paid for 70.
"No, that was a tip." Ruby spoke, her voice carrying even though the waitress was face down and was staring down through the donut shaped face cradle. "I know you'll earn it."
"Oh, but being able to touch your body is tip enough Ruby." Christy smirked as she moved the woman's hair to the side. Ruby had asked for a massage right after hearing about 'happy endings' and she was the one that seemed to like the novelty of the idea of a lesbian touching her. Christy was going to put her sexuality right out there for the woman.
Ruby's back was unveiled slowly and the waitress had chosen not to have a shirt or bra. Christy wasn't going to know if Ruby had her underwear on, but it was possible she was completely naked.
When Ruby spoke up softly, a slight happy groan in her voice her question wasn't one Christy could answer completely honestly. "How did you become a masseuse?"
"Sometimes things just fall into place." Christy spoke softly, keeping the relaxing air about the room, and it took a little effort because the truth was not as innocent as she was selling it as. "I had an interest in anatomy for a while, studied it hard, but it was an unexpected job offer that made me get a little training. I specialize in relaxation massages, but I can do a little trigger point and deep tissue. My fingers are strong enough I can do more massages in a day than other masseuses."
"Mmm, are they now?" Ruby's voice was flirtatious. "Did your girlfriend think they were?"
"Oh yes, Raven was very impressed by my hands, but it was my mouth she liked the best." Christy ran her thumbs in circles over Ruby's neck, working her hands up into her hair.
"You still with her?" Ruby asked after a moment.
"No, we went our separate ways."
"Family?" Ruby asked and Christy grimaced a little at the personal direction the questions were going. Last night at the bar she'd pushed the conversation into travel, but it looks like she didn't get away with it for long.
"None anymore." Christy sighed heavily. "I'm alone, it's why I can just pick up and move like I did."
"I'm sorry." Ruby sounded upset that she'd brought it up.
"It's okay. I'm rather used to it by now." Christy found a tense spot and started to work it gently. "But it's another reason I'm not upset about leaving my last job. That much traveling didn't give me time to create my own family and when I say I had a girlfriend, well, it was casual, because we saw each other a few times a year for several years."
"What did you do 007?" Ruby asked.
"Why, you already guessed it Red, I'm James Bond." Christy chuckled as if it were a joke.
"Cute, but really you can't tell me?"
"I have to wait a while. It might even be a year before I can tell you Red. I just don't know." Christy sighed and moved to press her fingers along the waitress' shoulder blades. "Then you'll see why I don't find the idea of living in this small town a problem. I'm actually a little excited about living here now, and having you as a friend already really helps."
"Aw, that's so sweet." Ruby crooned softly.
She went quiet for a few minutes. "Is this pressure okay?"
"It's wonderful." Ruby whispered out her answer.
"Good."
Christy worked Ruby's back and legs carefully, and she found some spots that needed extra work. She also couldn't help but notice how tone, firm, and strong the young woman's body was. She looked like the warriors that Christy fought alongside, women who trained their bodies constantly. Christy wasn't sure if that was a werewolf thing or if Red had been training before the curse and was stuck at her prime, but it was definitely her prime.
Forty minutes into the massage and Ruby was quiet and clearly relaxing, Christy moved to rest up against the side of the table with her hips. "You need to carefully and slowly flip over and slide down a little while I hold the sheet up so you can."
"This table is narrow."
"I won't let you fall." Christy spoke softly and she meant it.
The movement seemed to wake Ruby up to talking again, because once she was settled, she spoke softly. "This is really nice."
"Good." Christy smiled a little evilly. "Does puppy want her belly rubbed too?" That had Ruby opening her eyes and giving her a questioning look. "I have a towel to keep your breasts covered. Not everyone wants a gentle stomach massage, but I will do it if you want."
"I want everything." Ruby closed her eyes again and Christy's eyebrows rose up a bit, wondering how much Ruby meant that.
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"Computer delivery." Was called into her room from the other side of the door in the morning, and Christy got up from the bed to answer it. Ruby gave her computer over with a sigh. "My credit card is just about maxed."
"I have other things to do, besides shopping." Christy held the computer carefully. "Thank you for this, for everything really. Starting a new life isn't easy, but you're really helping."
"I think you're crazy moving here, but I like having you around." Ruby winked at her and then moved to take the stairs and leave for work. Christy watched her move for a little while, taking in the energy and happiness. It was nice that Ruby was defying the curse as well as she did. She didn't have that gloomy air about her that Mary Margaret did.
Christy locked her door and set the computer on the table. Her fingers pushed into her chest and she finally got to pull the DVD's free. She'd watch an episode before going to grab breakfast. She needed to seem to need time to do her hair and clean up anyhow, and she'd been dying to see what she'd brought into this world with her.
Part of her was stalling with that DVD, because one thing she was barely competent at was breaking into government sites to create a fake id. She'd been trained, but it took her so long that others normally did this for her. Hell, if there was someone to pay she'd do that, but she suspected the only man in town capable of this was Mr. Gold and she wasn't stupid enough to let him know she needed this kind of help.
She kept the volume down on the computer and she had the blinds drawn. No one should get even a hint of this show. Christy had known things going into the Xmen world, but she hadn't brought anything with her, and this was new information. Christy was a little apprehensive about whey 'luck' thought she'd need this. She knew the curse would break, or had broken, in season one. Magic had returned and so had the memories. It had taken a lot to get to that point and in the end the Evil Queen had proved to Christy, at least, that she did love her son.
It had been a little while since she'd seen the show, and her 'job' had prevented her from seeing season two at all. Christy did not bother to blink, or breath, as the show started. Her full attention was on every detail she could get out of this. It was still the same day the curse broke in season two and Christy found herself frowning a little as the story got started.
An hour later she was still watching, because Christy had rewinded and paused the show a few times as she studied what had happened and the interactions between Emma and Regina. Her mind went to things she'd said about this show during season one as she talked with Annie about it. Mystique hadn't been interested in the show and Annie had and they'd spent time talking about it, since Christy wouldn't and couldn't talk about why she was out of town so much.
Swan Queen, even the magazines had used that term and watching episode one of season two, that term rattled around in Christy's mind and grabbed hold. There was chemistry there, a lot of it actually. Having experience saving people, Christy knew that if it was just an obligation for a 'new hero' there was more hesitation in throwing yourself into danger than Emma had. No, that kind of quick reaction time came from an honest need to save that particular person.
"God Regina, you have the key to staying safe after the curse breaks right here and you never grabbed it." She whispered to the screen as it showed Emma once again risk herself to save Regina from the Wraith.
Once the show was over, Christy was tempted to continue on, but she had things that absolutely had to be done today, before Ruby got off work or Mary Margaret arrived for her massage. It was very hard to give up her research when it was proving so important, but she needed that identity fast, before anyone started digging around. There was no doubt that Mr. Gold and Regina would want to know more about her.
Christy carefully put the DVD's back in their very safe hiding spot and she turned the computer off, before shifting into clothes for the day and heading down to the diner for breakfast.
Once she got there Christy noticed him right away. He was watching the door far too much and he looked like he hadn't slept for days. The way he sat up a bit straighter as she stepped inside made Christy feel like he'd been waiting for her and the body language Red had while filling his coffee cup made her think Red had filled that coffee up several times already this morning. All of her observations were supported when after she ordered and was sitting there drinking her juice and waiting, Sydney Glass slipped into the seat across from her.
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Henry moved his laptop just enough so that he could work on it and still see outside. His fingers moved quickly as searched for the comics he needed on the website, putting things into his cart as fast as possible. He could see his mother in the yard near her apple tree talking with Mr. Gold and she would not approved of the fact he had her credit card in his hands, but he needed to know more about Christy Darkholme. The entire Operation Cobra could depend on it.
He hissed as he saw how she shifted her body, and knew she was ending that conversation outside. Even not finished he had to hit purchase and hurry up to put in the credit card information or he wouldn't get any of them. He didn't even have time to figure out how many of the comics he was missing, he waited until the payment went through and then grabbed the card to race it back to her office.
"Sidney, you better be missing my phone call because you've just found out something about Ms. Darkholme that you're racing over here to me. This is hardly brain surgery, you should have something more than her name for me by now! I thought you were a reporter." He could hear her yelling into her cell phone as he made his way back upstairs.
He closed his bedroom door and checked his computer to see that everything went okay, and he smiled a little as he got the email verification that it had been ordered. He'd spent a good deal of money on comics, the graphic novels he'd ordered were going to take up more space than his entire collection did so far. Christy had an Origins Series, a Team Up with Mystique series, showed up in a few of the Xmen titles, and had a run of her very own series. For someone that barely showed up in his comics, she was nearly as popular as Wolverine in these MAX comics and that was weird because he thought she was a Marvel character.
Villains didn't get their own comics, he had to reluctantly admit to himself. If she had this much out there, she was a hero. Even Mystique had her own title on top of the team up he'd ordered.
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Christy would have smirked if she wasn't hiding that she knew exactly what she was doing. Sydney was trying to get dirt on her and Christy was keeping the conversation innocent and uninformative. She kind of resented him interrupted her breakfast like this, because she had things to think about. He wanted to know who she was and she was still working out her new identity. She'd have to start creating it once she got back to her room, but he didn't give her any time to think about it. He didn't even give her time to read that paper he wrote for.
Christy rushed her meal and left him dissatisfied as she went back to her room. She closed the curtains she had opened before leaving, and she locked the door, because she was being spied no she was pretty sure. He looked like he was told he had better get information on her and Christy thought it in her best interest to get that information out fast so that she wouldn't have a shadow as she moved around.
As she was creating the basics, a driver's license that actually existed in this world, a birth certificate, she found her mind wandering to Regina's problem. Christy only had to live with this identity for a few months, maybe a year, and then the curse would break and the truth would get out. Did Christy want it all to break all at once like that? Would that lead to an angry mob trying to hunt her down like they had Regina in that episode? Christy wouldn't have the 'Savior' rescuing her.
If this town tasted blood they might just go for more, Christy thought with less generosity than she'd felt about the town before. She remembered the crowd in the episode and while the show didn't go into detail about what they'd do with Regina, Christy had seen enough brutality in her life to have an idea.
Maybe Red's nickname for Christy was a hint as to what Christy needed to do now, Christy thought. It felt odd to believe in a 'higher power' that her actions were guided, but with the power Annie showed here it was important to consider that.
Thinking about Regina, and how her son had written her off as evil, and yet seeing the humanness of her in that episode and seeing the bits of her past that she'd seen in the show before, Christy decided with a few keystrokes to put a complex plan into motion. Christy created a few blackmail worthy things in her past that Regina would find, things that would be bad enough to threaten her happiness here, but not nearly as bad as the truth, things that people could hold against her. Christy did this, just so that Regina might blackmail her.
Christy was going to pull Regina into her sphere and see if she could influence the woman and avoid some of that trauma from the episode she'd seen. She was going to show Regina how to preplan a redemption and just hoped the woman would follow along with her own.