A/N: Dear God, what have I done...? Okay, so here's the turning point. Warning: Minor character deaths and mild dub/con. You've been warned. Thanks to everyone once more for reading, following and reviewing. We're now in the home stretch.

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"So, Emma, let's begin with why you're here."

Emma sat, nervously wringing her hands, in Dr. Hopper's office. It was the day after she told Regina she'd go see him, and after she'd escorted Jekyll back to Whale's house to continue his work, she'd made good on her word. This was really the last place she wanted to be, it brought back too many memories of her therapists when she was in foster care. But, she'd promised Regina. So here goes.

"I, uh…Regina said I needed to-to talk to someone, about some problems I've been having."

"So you're here because Regina told you to be?" Archie asked, eyebrows shooting up. Emma laughed at his expression. "No, because she suggested, and she was right."

"Well." Archie took out his pen and said, "So, talk to me. What's on your mind?"

This was the hard part. Opening up to people wasn't her strong suit, and she knew it, but something had to give. "So Hook and I…we've been through a lot."

"Indeed," Archie affirmed. "I've heard a great deal about it. You became the Dark One, turned Hook into one also to save his life, he opened a portal to Hell and you had to kill him…then went to the Underworld and got him back."

"Yeah." Emma shifted uncomfortably. She'd pushed a lot of what happened before Hell into the back of her mind, blaming it on the Dark One's effects. "We're trying to get past all that, but it feels like something is stopping us. He-he wants to take things to the next level, and I find myself unable to."

Archie turned pink before clearing his throat and asking, "Why is that, Emma? I've seen you around town. You seem very happy with him."

"Do I?"

Archie faltered. He took in what Emma knew was a tired face with red-rimmed eyes, limp hair and a body that was much skinnier than it used to be. Finally, he shook his head. "No," he admitted. "You don't seem happy at all."

"That's the problem!" Emma exclaimed, jumping to her feet and beginning to pace. "I've given up everything for Killian. I went to Hell for him. I want to move forward and be happy in the relationship I've chosen for myself. But I feel trapped, I feel suffocated, and now he's got this stupid notion that something's going on between Regina and me…" Oops. That part wasn't supposed to come out.

But strangely, Archie didn't seem surprised in the least. "Is there?"

"What?"

Archie repeated in a gentle voice, "Is there something going on between you?"

"No!" Emma cried. "Why does everyone think that?"

Archie's lips twitched. "Everyone?"

"Hook, Snow…look, it doesn't matter. Regina is my friend. She and I have always been complicated, so our friendship is complicated. She's needed my help, and I've been giving it to her. And she helps me in return. We're closer than we've ever been, and people are misconstruing it for something that it's not."

Archie was silent for a minute. "Regina aside," he said, changing the subject, "What do you think your problem is, that you can't move forward with Hook?" Emma sat back down on the couch, flopped really, and stared at the ceiling. "You've known Mr. Gold for a long time, right?"

"Longer than I'd like to admit, yes," Archie confirmed. "Why?"

"Do you know, do you see how he's always been with Belle? Even when he was doing evil things, he still doted on and protected Belle with all his power. And Neal. Even as the Dark One, he loves fiercely and protectively. And…when I was the Dark One, my main concern was my family, the people I love, and I gave myself over to it to protect them all. I turned Killian into a Dark One to save his life, to keep him with me. And that may have been selfish, but it was done out of…love."

Archie was staring at her intently now, his pen still. "Go on," he urged. Emma sighed and finally spoke the words that had been bothering her for weeks. "When Killian found out that I'd turned him, he was angry. Furious. He hated me. He said some horrible things, preying on every weakness I've ever shown him, twisting it and using it to hurt me. He brought forth the Dark Ones from the dagger and decided to send not only me, but my entire family to the Underworld. Even at his worst, Gold never tried to hurt Belle. Why would Killian try to hurt me? Hurt my family?"

"He changed his mind and saved everyone didn't he?" Archie asked. Emma sighed. "Yeah, he suddenly decided he didn't want to kill us, and begged me to kill him instead."

Archie thought for a minute before saying, "I think…that you felt guilty, that you turned Hook into the Dark One. You felt guilty that he'd given into the darkness in his heart and you felt guilty that you'd had to kill him."

"Well, duh," Emma said, throwing her hands up. "It was all my fault."

"So, maybe-and this is just a theory-you didn't go to the Underworld to save him out of love. Maybe you went because you felt it was your duty, your penance, for what you had done. Maybe love was never a factor."

Emma felt her hands begin to shake, and she clasped them together and glared at them. Archie noticed the tremor and marked something down in his notebook. "Tell me something, Emma," he prompted when she said nothing to his previous statements. "Okay," she whispered.

"Why did you sacrifice yourself for Regina when the Dark One's powers threatened to take her?"

Emma answered without hesitation. "Because I promised her I'd help her find her happy ending. She's worked so hard, for years, to be a person she can be proud of. She deserves happiness. She didn't deserve what was coming to her if she'd had to take on that curse."

"Did you feel like you owed her that sacrifice?"

Emma did hesitate this time. "I didn't think of it at the time, no. I saw her face and she was so scared, so I just acted. But later, yeah. I owed her. I brought back her sister, in disguise, ruined her relationship with Robin Hood…"

"But didn't you pay that debt when you helped her find him again?"

Wow, word got around quickly in this town, that was for sure. "I..guess?"

"So technically, your debts were paid. You owed Regina nothing when you jumped into that curse."

"What are you getting at?" Emma asked warily. Archie shrugged and said carefully, "You went after Hook when you felt his death was your fault. You did that out of a sense of duty. You saved Regina from a terrible fate without even thinking of the reasons why. You just did it."

Emma was getting uncomfortable. Where was Archie going with this? "I would have done the same for anyone else in my family," she defended. Archie held up his hands and said, "I know, I know. I'm just saying…" At Emma's glare, he altered the course of the conversation. "Maybe you don't owe Hook anything more. You corrected your mistake, and he got his life back. If you don't want to be with him, you don't have to be."

Emma groaned and rubbed her eyes. "He gave up his ship for me, once," she said weakly. "He's told me I'm his happy ending. Isn't that my job, to give everyone their happy endings?"

"Not at the cost of your own, Emma," Archie said, softly but firmly. "Tell me: when you think of when you're happiest, what comes to mind?"

Emma closed her eyes and thought of when she was most happy. The image came instantly: she was happiest when she was spending time with Henry, playing video games and eating Regina's meals. She was happiest in the quiet moments with her family. Another image of the sunlight pouring into the room, illuminating Regina's tired, makeup-less, beautiful face and making her skin glow. Soft laughter and warm brown eyes.

Hook didn't appear in this image of happiness.

Emma's stomach lurched. "This was pointless," she gasped out, fighting back bile. "I'm happy with Hook. At least, I will be once we defeat this new threat. That's all that's holding me back."

Archie looked sad. "Emma, there seems to always be a new threat on the horizon. You have to learn to be happy in the moment. There are moments when you're happy in the here and now, aren't there?"

"I've gotta go," Emma snapped, jumping up. Archie didn't fight her as she raced out the door. She broke into a jog once she left the building, and in just a few short minutes she found herself entering her own large, sparse house. She opened the door and slammed it behind her. She glared down at her shaking hands and grabbed the nearest thing to her (a vase of dead flowers), hurtling it into the wall and shattering it. "Fuck!" she screamed, punching the wall.

"All you had to do was ask, dear," came a sultry voice from behind her. She whirled around to see the Queen standing behind her. Of course.

"Get the hell out of my house," Emma ground out, still fighting the tremors coursing through her. The Queen pushed her bottom lip out in a pout before waltzing to the couch, gathering up her skirts and sitting down gracefully. "Come here, Em-ma," she purred. "I won't hurt you."

Emma glared at her warily. "I'd rather not," she said. "How did you know I was here?"

The Queen smirked and replied, "I sensed a damsel in distress. That and the cricket didn't cover his mirrors, and nor did you." She pointed to the full-length mirror in the hallway. Emma wanted to kick herself.

"Honestly I don't know why you'd go to the cricket for help, when you could just talk to me. We are friends, aren't we, Miss Swan?"

"Regina and I are friends. You're evil."

The Evil Queen's eyes flashed. Emma saw anger…and hurt? "I am Regina. Are you still living the illusion that that potion split us directly down the middle? That she's good and I'm pure evil? Life isn't so black and white, Savior."

Emma felt a pang of guilt. The Queen was right. She was still Regina, no matter what anyone tried to think. Slowly, still shaking, Emma joined the Queen on the couch, keeping a respectable distance away. "What do you want?" she asked tiredly. She was exhausted from fighting. She just wanted a break. There was too much going on at one time, and she was sick of it all. The Queen was obviously not here to battle, so Emma felt her guard slip a little. The Queen reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind Emma's ear, causing a shudder to course through her. Her touch was so like Regina's…

"I get so lonely, spending all of my time in the vault with Hyde. He's so stiff, and our conversation is lacking. We really have nothing in common except for one thing. We both want what we want, and will get it."

Emma watched her face and saw that there was genuine loneliness in the depth of her heavily made-up eyes. "We're going to stop you," Emma said softly. "We have to protect the people we love, and we will stop you." The Queen laughed softly. "I don't doubt that you'll try your best," she said. "But I've spent the last thirty years being held back, suppressed, subdued. It's my time to shine, and remind Regina that she can't escape her past. She can't destroy me, no one can. I'm the one constant in Regina's life. I've gotten her where she is. And she needs to recognize that."

"I think she does," Emma sighed. "She regrets what she did."

"As she should."

"Don't you ever get tired of constantly plotting deaths? Don't you get tired of being surrounded by fear, by death, by all the…evil?" Emma asked, genuinely curious. The Queen met her eyes and whispered, "I get tired of my goals, my desires, being pushed to the back burner and left to simmer. I want to take what I want, Emma Swan, and I finally have that chance."

"And what do you really want, Your Majesty?"

"My happiness."

In a flash, the Queen lifted her skirts and twisted to throw her leg over Emma's hips. Emma panicked and tried to push her off. They grappled for a moment before the Queen gathered her wrists in her hands and wrenched them up and over the back of the couch. She held her in a vice grip, settling down in her lap and squeezing her thighs over Emma's, their faces centimeters away. "You're in such denial, Savior," the Queen growled. "You don't even know what you want. You think your happiness lies in saving other people. You think the pirate can give you what you need. You're delusional."

She began rocking her hips against Emma's, and Emma felt a traitorous pull in her loins in response. She struggled to break free, arching her back and pushing her hips up to throw the dark woman off her, but the Queen held her tighter, digging her nails into the flesh of Emma's wrists. "You think the pirate can give you what I can? You think the weak, docile Regina is the real version of me? She doesn't make you feel like I do. She makes you feel confused, doesn't she? Are you friends? Are you just co-parents? It's pathetic, isn't it." She pressed down harder, her center meeting Emma's lower belly, and Emma could feel the heat radiating from her there. Emma's head was foggy, she couldn't think straight…

The Queen was moving in a definitive rhythm now, grinding into Emma with purpose. Emma tried to struggle again, but the movement just pushed their lower halves together more, eliciting a moan from the woman on top of her. "Get off," Emma cried weakly, feeling tears prickle at her eyes. She was so overwhelmed, she felt trapped and at the mercy of the Queen, she should have blasted her ass out of the house, not sat down and tried to reason with her…

"Oh-yes-oh, I'm going to," The Queen ground out through her ragged breaths. And, oh, Emma couldn't help it, the intent made clear behind those words sent an ache through her body, a tortured moan ripping up from her vocal chords. "That's it," The Queen groaned. "Yes, Emma. The pirate doesn't make you feel like I do, does he?"

Emma gritted her teeth and refused to answer. She was trying to fight the feelings rushing through her, but her mind was muddled and her body was betraying everything she thought she knew about herself. The Queen's nails, digging into her skin, sent rippled of pained pleasure through her, increasing the already demanding ache in her center. The heat from the Queen's core was driving Emma insane. Even through their layers of clothes, Emma could feel it. Emma knew that if she were to reach under the fold of her dress, the Queen would be hot and wet and inviting. Why was she thinking about that? She was being assaulted, she wanted to rip the Queen apart…

"Answer me!" The Queen yelled, shifting so that she could grab both of Emma's wrists in one hand, freeing her other to grab onto Emma's hair, pulling her head back and exposing her throat. "Does the pirate or my pathetic half stoke the flame under your skin, Emma Swan, or do I alone pull it forth?"

Emma bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. She felt the Queen's lips on her jaw, on her neck, felt sharp teeth bite into her skin and a soft wet tongue lap over the marks. She felt her entire body trembling in response, and when the Queen's mouth closed over her pulse point and began to suck, Emma cried out wordlessly.

Growling low in her throat, the Queen began to suck harder, still grinding at a steady pace. Emma couldn't take it anymore, the sensations were too much. Without even thinking, she wrenched her hand out of the Queen's in a show of pure strength and flipped her on her back on the couch, where she settled between the evil woman's thighs and pressed hard into her, bringing forth a pained moan. "You want to play dirty, Your Majesty?" Emma seethed through gritted teeth. "We'll play dirty." She attacked the Queen with her mouth, biting and sucking and drawing blood to the surface of the skin on her neck. The Queen was panting heavily, pushing her hips up against Emma's in a wild dance, no longer able to control the pace. "Yes…yesss," she hissed at the pain Emma brought forth. Emma moved south, clamping her teeth over the swell of a milky breast, tasting the darker woman's blood in her mouth. This moment was heady, intoxicating, and Emma completely forgot herself. She was lost, here in this hateful, erotic moment, and she didn't want to be found. Her senses were on overdrive. She could smell her, taste the sweat on her skin, hear the moans from her throat, and she could feel the unbelievable heat between her thighs. "Touch me, Emma," the Queen demanded, and Emma's eyes rolled back into her head so hard she saw stars. She moved her hand between them automatically, pushing the Queen's skirts up and finding her lace-covered center. Pressing her hand over the Queen's mound, her fingers became instantly slick with the obvious want she found there. "Fuck, Regina," Emma panted. She looked up into familiar brown eyes and felt the Queen shudder under her hand….

And froze.

In an instant, her mind cleared, her blood ran cold, and she realized what she was doing.

This may be the Evil Queen, but she was still Regina, and they were making out like horny teenagers on the couch inside Emma's house. She took in the love bites, raw and red against the Queen's still-bruised throat. She saw the bleeding teeth marks on the swell of a breast, and her stomach lurched as bile rose into her mouth. "Fuck," she repeated, for an entirely different reason. She scrambled backwards, away from the Queen's grasping hands, and stood up so fast her head spun. "No!" the Queen cried, and oh, the sight she made, laying on the couch with her elaborate skirts up around her waist, legs spread and exposing her lace-clad center, the pale material darkened where her wetness had soaked it. "You get back here, Emma Swan, or I will destroy you."

Emma pulled her magic into her hands, sending white sparks dancing from her fingertips, and the Queen sat up quickly, a fireball ready in her palm. They glared at each other, and then…

"We're going to make an antidote serum, Your Majesty," Emma said coldly, not sure why the words were coming from her mouth. The Queen's jaw dropped. "No," she whispered. "I don't want to go back. I don't want to be trapped inside of her."

"Too bad. Your plan will fail, and as always, good will triumph over evil."

The Queen snarled and leapt to her feet. "You're already too late, Savior."

As if to punctuate her words, Emma's phone began to ring. The Queen straightened her skirts and disappeared in a purple cloud of magic, and Emma shakily grabbed her phone out of her back pocket. Regina was calling.

"Hello?" Emma answered, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Emma? Are you alright?" came Regina's worried voice through the phone's speaker. "You're breathing heavy. Where are you?"

Obviously, she hadn't kept her voice or her breath steady. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, forcing her breath to slow. "I jogged to my house after meeting with Archie. Needed air. What's up?"

"You need to get to the town square, now. Hyde has apparently finished replicating Jekyll's potion. There's a split personality here, Henry says it's Judge Claude Frollo. He's gone after the Hunchback and his gypsy friend, and I need your help. He's also apparently impervious to magic."

Emma's breath left her lungs harshly. The Evil Queen had been distracting her while Hyde had split another person in two. The Queen had been preying on Emma's fragile state of mind, and Emma had bought right into it. She wanted to throw up. "I'll be right there," she stated firmly, and hung up the phone before transporting herself to the town square.

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What she saw when she got there made her heart leap into her throat. The Queen had beaten her to the scene, and was cackling with mirth at what was going on. Dozens of townspeople were gathered in the street, looking up at the broken face of the clock tower, where the Hunchback was dangling by one hand as a thin old man was trying to push him out to the concrete below. Emma brought her gaze back down to see an identical thin man, on his knees in prayer. Frollo.

"Hey!" She shouted up at the judge. "Stop!" She blasted him with her magic, but as usual it seemed to do no good. Regina grabbed her hand and said, "It's no use. We need to get up to him, but the Queen put a ward on the clock tower."

"I have been given the power of God to cleanse this realm of the sins and the filth of humankind," a strong voice carried down to her. "Your witchcraft will not hinder the will of the Lord. I'm sending this demon to Hell!"

As he finished his sentence, the Hunchback lost his grip and hurtled to the ground, screaming. Emma and Regina both threw up their hands in sync, catching the poor man halfway through his fall and bringing him to a soft landing, where a group of people surrounded him to make sure he was okay.

"No!" The judge growled, and disappeared from view. A high pitched scream followed, and before long, the judge came rushing out of the building, covered in blood. Whose blood? Emma thought frantically.

"You will not interfere, witches!" he was screaming. His "weaker" half was standing now, rushing at his counterpart. "Thou shalt not kill! What have you done?!" The evil half of Frollo pushed the other down to the ground with a snarl. "What you were never strong enough to do!" he roared. He rushed at the crowd of people around the poor Hunchback, drawing a bloody knife from the folds of his robe. "No!" Regina screamed, rushing forward. Emma used her magic to summon her gun (she couldn't believe she hadn't thought to grab it before coming here) and held it up, aiming it at Frollo's back. "Stop!" She cried. The people had dispersed, fearing death, and the evil judge was now hovering over the unconscious man on the ground. He had apparently fainted from fright. Regina made to intercept, and through all the commotion Emma didn't dare pull the trigger in fear she'd hit the wrong person. Before Regina could make it to the judge, Frollo's better half was driving a second knife into the back of his counterpart.

The evil man roared in pain and anger and turned around, plunging his knife into the neck of his other half. The two sank to their knees, and everyone, including Regina and Emma, could do nothing but watch in horror.

"Thou…shalt not kill," the good half of Frollo gurgled. The other bared his teeth and said nothing. Emma rushed up to them both, finally finding their feet. "Hang on," she said helplessly, holding her hands out. "Hang on, I can fix this. We can help you." Magic began to flow from her fingertips, and then it fizzled out as it reached the split halves of Judge Frollo. "What…"

Before her eyes, the two men began to change, to merge, and before long only one judge lay on the concrete in front of her, bleeding from wounds in the back and the throat. "Father, forgive me," he whispered as he drew his last breath. Emma sat there next to him, trying in vain to heal the wounds. Her magic was doing nothing.

Regina laid a hand on Emma's shoulder. "Enough, Emma. It's not working."

Behind them, the Evil Queen was clapping her hands in pure, malevolent joy. "The Savior failed to save!" she shouted. The women whirled around and got to their feet, ready for a fight, and saw that Hyde had appeared at the scene. "You were warned," Hyde said mockingly.

"No," Emma rasped, her voice failing her. "I saved the Hunchback. He's safe!"

"Ah-ah, look again, Savior," the Queen taunted. Emma and Regina turned back to see that the Hunchback had yet to move, and a blond man beside him had a hand on his neck, feeling for a pulse. After a moment, he looked up at the women and shook his head morosely.

"The boy's heart gave out on his trip down from the tower," The Queens said through a grin. "Honestly, Regina, we've read this tale. The Hunchback doesn't survive his story, and nor does the object of his affection." She pointed up to the broken clock. "You'll find poor Esmeralda up there."

That was why Frollo had been covered in blood. He'd killed the gypsy before coming down to finish off the Hunchback. Emma felt sick.

"The stories will play out, and you can not stop them," Hyde gloated. "These people escaped to the Land of Untold stories like the cowards they are to run from their pasts and prevent their futures. Now, they have to face the ends of their stories and there's nothing that can prevent it. Not even magic. You're useless."

The Queen linked her arm into Hyde's and tossed her hair over her shoulder, exposing the dark love bites and teeth wounds on the swell of her breast. Emma glanced at Regina, whose eyes had widened at the sight. Regina turned to Emma curiously, putting two and two together, and she saw her dark eyes trail over Emma's neck, and then darken with fury.

Shit. Emma wanted to curl up, poof away, hide forever. Instead she planted her feet and glared at Hyde and the Queen. "We're not useless. We will stop you."

Hyde laughed. "I have no doubt that you will try. But before you attempt, maybe you should ask Jekyll of our story. Be sure you know for sure who you have on your side."

After that cryptic message, the Queen blew a kiss at Emma and lifted her hand, transporting herself and Hyde away, probably back to the vault. Emma turned to Regina to see a cold fury emanating from her. "Regina…"

"The manor. Now," Regina barked, poofing away.

Double shit.

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Once Emma caught up with Regina, she looked around the manor only to see her parents and Henry in the kitchen throwing together a quick dinner. "Where's Regina?" she asked breathily after pulling her hair forward to hide her neck. Snow gave her a puzzled look. "She's here?"

"Uh…yeah. She told me to meet her here. Some stuff went down on main street."

Snow nodded sadly. "We heard about the split of Judge Frollo. We got a call from Granny and Regina rushed off. What happened?"

Before Emma could reply, they heard a heavy thump coming from upstairs.

Emma cast her gaze upwards. Regina must be in her bedroom, waiting to tear into Emma. "Uh, I'll explain in a bit. I think Regina's upstairs."

With that, she took the stairs two at a time and let herself into Regina's room, where she found a sight she thought she'd never see.

Regina's room was in complete disarray. She'd stripped the bed completely down to the mattress, the pillows strewn everywhere. The chaise lounge was knocked over, and, oh my god, there was a hole in the wall. Judging by the blood on Regina's knuckles, she'd punched it.

"Whoa!" Emma cried, rushing to close and lock the door behind her. "What the hell, Regina?"

Regina's back was to her, her hands formed into fists and she was breathing heavily. "Did you see what happened, Emma?" she asked in a low voice.

"Uh, I saw lots of things," Emma answered tentatively. "What are you referring to?"

Regina didn't face her, but clarified, "When the two halves of Judge Frollo killed each other, they merged back into one. That's the answer."

Oh. Oh god, no.

"I couldn't kill the Queen because I was still alive. If I'm alive, she can't die. And vice-versa. That's why she hasn't tried to kill me. She can't. Hyde must have told her that."

"Hey," Emma said coaxingly, reaching forward slowly. "Jekyll is working on an antidote. He'll fix it."

"We lost three lives today, Emma. Whether they were supposed to be lost or not, we lost them. We could do nothing. There's more blood on my hands."

Emma's hand came into contact with Regina's back and the woman recoiled, swiping savagely behind her to knock Emma's hand away. "Whoa," Emma said again. "Regina, what…"

"But maybe that's what you like, isn't it, Miss Swan?"

Uh…

Regina whirled around and Emma gasped at what she saw. Regina had been digging at her own throat, there were red claw marks covering the now faint bruises that still marred the flesh there. "You like the evil part of me, Emma Swan. You crave it."

"Whoa, Regina, wait."

"No!" Regina hissed, grabbing Emma and wrenching her into the bathroom. She shoved her into the sink and grabbed Emma's hair in one hand while uncovering the mirror with the other. "Look at yourself," she growled. "Look at what you let her do to you, while I was fighting that freak judge. LOOK!"

Emma looked, and she felt her stomach flip. Her throat was covered in dark hickeys, in distinct teeth marks, and fuck, she couldn't explain that away.

"Regina…"

"Shut. Up." Emma's teeth clamped closed and she watched in silent horror as Regina brought her free hand to Emma's throat. "She marked you. And don't think I didn't see what you did to her. What else did you do to her, Em-ma?" Her tone was dark, dangerous, and if Emma didn't know any better, she'd swear Regina had never split herself. Her tone was harsh, unforgiving.

"Nothing, Regina, ow-" Regina wrenched her head back and let the blanket cover the mirror again. "Don't. Lie. To. Me." She punctuated each word through closed teeth and she spun Emma around. "Did she touch you? Did you touch her? How wet were you for her, for that bitch that's threatening our home, our family?"

Emma didn't answer. She couldn't she felt so guilty, so ashamed, but she still tried to explain. "She…ow…she was distracting me. Making sure I didn't show up in time to help you from the start. I didn't see it. I'm sorr-"

Emma was cut off by Regina biting down on her neck in the exact place the Queen did, her hands coming up to cover Emma's breasts and squeeze roughly. "Is this what you want, Emma?" She growled into Emma's skin before biting in again, moving one hand down to hover over Emma's groin. "Or does only she get this?"

Emma couldn't breathe. Regina was attacking her, out of anger, out of…jealousy? She felt the heat of Regina's anger through where her mouth connected with fury on the tender flesh of her throat, and once again she felt the betraying coil of arousal begin to unfurl in her belly. "No!" Emma screamed, pushing Regina away from her. "Get off me, don't touch me!" She was losing it. She never asked for any of this, never asked for all of these feelings and these doubts, she'd never wanted to hurt Regina. Because of her own repressed feelings, she'd caused so much damage and had allowed herself to be distracted from three impending, imminent deaths. Suddenly everything seemed crystal clear as she looked into the pained pupils of the brunette.

"She's falling in love with you."

"Do you love her?"

"Is this what you want? Or is it only she get this?"

Fuck. No. No, no, no!

"Don't you ever touch me again," Emma hissed, forcing all the fury, all the self-hatred, all the shit she was feeling into her words. With that, she raised a hand to her throat, focused on healing the marks there. She didn't want to feel Regina, either one of them, on her anymore.

"Emma…" Regina's voice was filled with regret, filled with tears, but Emma didn't want to hear it. And with one last final push against the woman standing as though frozen in front of her, Emma ran out of the bedroom and slammed the door as hard as she could behind her.