A/N: If you gotten to the second chapter, thank you! I'll say here what I completely forgot to in the first. I'm not sure how long this will end up being, but I'm looking forward to writing it. If you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know! And, lastly but most important, these lovely characters do not belong to me.
"Hide." Charming urged her, taking up the sword that rested in its scabbard by the door and standing at the ready.
Snow frowned faintly, eyes on the door, hands on her stomach. "I'm not hiding." She insisted. Pregnant or not, whatever happened she would fight by his side, like she always had.
He opened his mouth to protest, but the loud noise of quickly moving feet on tile and the clash of swords was much too close for comfort and silenced them both. Charming shot her a look, a silent plea, and then nodded toward the wardrobe. Their plans would have to be executed much sooner instead of later like they had planned. Snow shook her head. She would get no goodbyes this way, no last night in her home. This would be all—a pleading glance, a dash to the wardrobe and then…what? She didn't want to run, she wanted to fight against Regina alongside Charming and everyone else. She wanted to help fight for her kingdom.
A sharp kick from within helped return her to her senses. Emma would save them all eventually, but first she needed to save Emma.
"I love you," She said, giving him a tearful smile.
His returning smile was every bit as bright as it always was. "I love you."
With a last, long look at him that etched itself into her mind, she quietly slipped into the wardrobe, taking care not to shut the doors completely just yet. She heard the doors to the chamber burst open, heard the tapping of Regina's shoes as she walked toward where Charming stood, surrounded now by guards, she noticed with a heavy heart from the crack between the doors.
Regina's laughter echoed loudly. "All alone, little shepherd boy. Now tell me, where is she?"
Charming's silence was her only answer and she stepped into the circle the armed guards formed around him to take his face roughly in her gloved hands. "Where is she?" She repeated.
"Gone." He answered finally, maneuvering his sword so that it rested against her breast. He noticed the flash of the guards' swords being unsheathed around him, but paid them all no attention. He could kill her in an instant, before any of their swords could pierce him.
As if following his thoughts, Regina flicked a hand casually, and the sword went careening, landing in a sad heap across the room at the base of the wardrobe. Regina turned her gaze from the prince as the steel hit wood.
"Ah. How predictable." She began to walk slowly, almost leisurely, toward the wardrobe.
Snow watched her through the crack, heart pounding. It was time. It was time for her to go. That was much easier thought than practiced, but as Regina's footsteps neared, she shut her eyes and drew in a deep breath.
I love you, she thought, hoping that somehow the unspoken words would reach Charming.
"Snow," Regina's voice was soft, mocking, a bastardization of how her stepmother had once said her name. "Come out, wherever you are."
She pulled the doors shut.