STORYBROOKE MANOR
Author: Mariel/angcatalonan/YielMatias (Twitter) |TV Show: One Upon A Time |Pairing: Regina Mills/Evil Queen x Jefferson/MadHatter (MadQueen) |Timeline: I re-watched and studied all the episodes with both of them in it so I can be sure when will be the best time to set this story up. But still, I feel that their last scene in season 1 the most compelling. I am really, really wondering why Jefferson wouldn't just kiss Regina to shut her up every time she tells him "You don't have it in you" and that is the premise I want to play around with. | Summary: Powerless Regina, very angry Jefferson and a beautiful mansion. Regina Mills will finally find out what Jefferson has in him!| Disclaimer: Well… *hateful, hateful*
CHAPTER 1
My Prisoner
"I'm here to collect. I did what you asked, and you're gonna screw me over again? "
"Look at it however you want, Jefferson. The fact is, I'm done with you."
"But I'm… I'm not done with you."
"What are you going to do? Kill me? I know you want to, but I also know you can't. "
"Do you?"
"Yes. You don't have it in you."
Anywhere he looked, he could still hear her words: "What are you going to do? Kill me? I know you want to..."
It had played more than a hundred times in his head, and no matter how he tried to squeeze his eyes shut and slap his ears with his palm, the anger continually builds up. He wanted to slap her then, right there, pull her through her collar and show her who among them has more muscle strength. He wanted to show her how she should respect him! But instead, he clasped his hand into a tight fist and stiffened his jaw clashing his teeth together until every muscle in his body contracted in uncontrollable spasm even after she had left…
He couldn't hurt her so he had hurt himself… It has always been like that, and he wondered when it will ever stop.
"You don't have it in you," she said it again… in his head. If he was once the Mad Hatter, it was definitely her who had driven him mad! The most hateful thing that both he and Regina knows is that, he can never make her pay for every horrible thing that she had done to him: "Yes. You don't have it in you."
He took his shaking hand to his hair and combed it. He sniffed the cool air in the safe haven of his home, went to the kitchen to pull out some water from the fridge. As he drank his medicine her voice echoed again as if she was just inches away from him, "Kill me? I know you want to, but I also know you can't. "
"Look at it however you want, Jefferson-" He swallowed both pill and water hard. He fought the urge to throw the pill out of his mouth but this one time he knew he'd need it to control his shaking. He was shaking so hard it confused him if the shaking was from his insanity, his anger or his adrenaline rush.
"Jefferson!" Her voice was all round him… invading even his home. "JEFFERSON!"
As she called his name, the next one louder than the first, it was as if someone was pushing him to a cliff. He pulled the hair at the back of his head.
"YOU CAN'T KILL ME, JEFFERSON! I KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE IT IN YOU!"
That's it! He wanted her quiet and powerless, he wanted her to succumb to him. He would make her pay.
"Ready or not, here I come," he muttered under his breath as he sat the glass down the counter table. On his way to the stairs, he unbuttoned his vest and pulled out his scarf, leaving them to the floor as he pass. He even loosened his belt with every step he took up the stairs. By the time he reached the last room at the end of his second floor corridor, he was only on his shirt, pants and shoes, the most informal he had ever been and most comfortable.
He took the room key from the back of the nearest picture frame hanging on the wall. He pulled the small gun from his pocket and held it on his other hand as he opened the door.
He was on guard as the door gently opened. His forehead formed a frown as he looked around the room. He wondered why Regina wasn't anywhere near the bed where he left her when something hard hit him by his back. His tight grip from the gun loosened as he winced in pain and fell on the floor.
"What. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing? Taking me?!" Regina said, kicking the door close from where she hid behind, as she hit him with a stool anywhere she can.
He found his strength when he caught her foot beside his shoulder after she laid down the stool and tried to run for the door. He pulled her and she dropped on her back with a hard thud. Now that both of them were on the floor, he crawled on top of her while she was feeling the pain of the fall. He tried to pin her but she was persistent. She struggled so hard she hit him anywhere with anything: with her chin, her elbows, her forehead.
Getting tired of her worthless struggle, he tried to regain his balance and pulled her up holding her waist. As they stood up, she tried to go for the door again but he stopped her only by pulling her through the waist with her back pressed against his body. Still, she struggled as she mutter curses meant for him under her breath, she was no doubt infuriated for being challenged and rendered powerless in his strong arms. At the same time, he was aroused for their bodies clashing against each other and the sight of the strenuous effort she had never demonstrated before in the longest time they knew each other.
She was always so graceful, with a wave of her hand or a single word. She could always get what she wanted. She could always have something done for her by someone. But not today, not now…
He laughed loudly as she struggle more strongly, but continually fail. Jefferson had it, he had her! He was in control. She was powerless and weaker than he was in this human form. This time he was stronger, and they both know it. Regina finally knew how powerful he can be when he wanted.
"You will shut up, and you will lay down the bed, or I will have to make you," he muttered at the back of her ear, closer than he had meant. Her tender scent onslaught his senses, her black hair sticking to his face. He unconsciously caressed the white of her nape with his cheek and for a moment he was lost in their closeness. This has been the closest they had ever been in their lifetime, and he never knew she would have such an effect on him!
Regina realized how Jefferson seemed to have been stirred by their closeness. There appeared to be a growing bulge pressed behind her, and the sudden heaviness in his breathing. Her eyes widened in astonishment: "How dare you touch me?"
Jefferson snapped open his eyes. Tightened his arms around her waist, and threw her to the bed. He picked the gun up from the floor and pointed it at her.
"What? You're finally going to kill me?" She spat her words, but this time she asked, there was a hint of doubt that he couldn't kill her. The odds were not in her favor, and Jefferson wasn't in his most sane state.
"Maybe," he said, "The curse is finally broken. Everyone will try to kill you. I shouldn't just deprive myself the pleasure to do it."
Regina's breasts moved with her every breath. If she had a heart, it must've been shaken a bit in her chest. That small detail had not escaped Jefferson, and it even drew an even bigger smile on his face. Regina noticed how Jefferson was comforted by that slip of emotion so she decided she should regain her composure and show off the old Queen Regina he had feared.
She stood up and walked up on him, "What are you waiting for? Kill me now. That is, if you really can." She was challenging him.
He smirked, "Not yet."
Now, it was Regina's turn to smirk, her eyebrow rose as she spoke, "Not yet? You still don't have it in you? You still can't?"
"You will have to do something for me first."
"What makes you think that I will do what you would ask? Remember a time when I actually did something you want?" She asked, and waited for his answer. When his face remained expressionless, she pulled his strings more when she shook her head and went on, "No? Never have. Never will."
"We'll see about that, your majesty." He pushed her back to the bed, pointed the gun closer to her head and pulled the trigger as the bullet pass inches away from the side of her right temple. "Next bullet is going to bore through your skull if you continue to refuse me."
A/N: I should be writing my thesis actually… but I really want to write this. I'm still brain storming on another fic I am writing in my head. Working title is "All the Queen's Men" circling on her relationship with everyone (because Lana Parrilla is so crazy hot that she sizzles with sexual tension with almost everyone she's on screen with). So I ship The Evil Queen with Hook, Dr. Whale, Jefferson etc. I have this story in my head for a long time but was struggling what the pairing would be but finally decided that Jefferson should have his revenge (Mwahahahaha!) Coming chapters I will write about how Jefferson abducted her and what's his plan. Please review. Inspire me.
P.S.: Anyway, I really want to meet the Evil Regals. I heard they are really cool people :D