Oneshots, imagines, and ideas, oh my! *discontinued*

Regina Mills Imagine

Regina Mills Imagine

Warnings: Season two spoilers for Once Upon a Time, complete disregard for many important aspects of the show's plot.

Note: I'm back, lovies.

Regina Mills Imagine

"Henry, listen--"

"I'm telling you now because I want you to know." He pressed, desperation mixed with excitement as he pushed the book towards her. "You're in here."

"Alright." She sighed, dropping into a crouch. "Who do you think I am? The little mermaid?"

"You're not anyone like...that sort of thing. But you are important. Back in the Enchanted Forest, your name was Y/n. You were Prince Charming's older sister."

"Who's Prince Charming?"
"John Doe at the hospital."
"I'm not older than him."

"You technically are, but you were under a sleeping curse for a long time. That's not the point--to wake up from a sleeping curse, you need true love's kiss. That's why you're so important--my mom woke you up!"

"Who, Emma?"
"No, Regina."

"Henry, your mother and I aren't...involved."
"Not here, but you were! You didn't know about the curse, and she didn't make your cursed self love her because she knew it wouldn't be true!"

She'd half-smiled at him, then, tucked some hair behind his ear and told him to hurry along so that he could catch the bus. She thought it was extraordinarily silly when he told her--Mayor Mills despised her. On the rare occassion she came to pick Henry up, she'd send a glare in her direction and a curt; "Ms. Williams". She wasn't sure why the boy was so transfixed with his storybook, or why he connected Y/n from the book with her. Perhaps it was because the character looked a bit like her--(S/c) skin, soft (H/c) hair and those surprisingly deep (e/c) orbs which seemed to stare up at you from the page--or perhaps it was nothing at all.

She once confided this in Mary-Margaret, whom she worked and lived with, and her friend simply laughed.

"You could do a lot better than Regina, that's for sure."

That interaction, where he'd so passionately insisted that it was true, was all she could think of as she stood outside the glass walls of the ICU, watching the doctors and nurses flounder around the boy's bed. Was she there because he was her roommate's son, or because he was a student of hers? No. She was there because she cared about him, and she was damned glad to be there because neither of his mothers were. 

Mary-Margaret let out a sob when the medical staff stopped their calculated panic. Cassidy's breath caught in her throat, and she didn't get any air until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her unfocused eyes flitted away from Henry and made contact with a nurse.

"You look a little pale, honey. Maybe you should sit down?"

At the nurse's request, she collapsed on the floor, holding her knees up to her chest.

"What happened?" She asked, voice raw and unbelieving. 

It wasn't but another minute when Emma came bounding in, Regina at her heels. The schoolteacher stared at her lap, entirely ready for a doctor to confess that he was wrong, and Henry was alive and fine because he was too young to die. Her secret, hopeless wish was not made true by a doctor, though, rather by a wash of warm air which rolled through her, coming from nowhere but going somewhere fast. She took in a deep breath--her first breath in twenty-eight years--and Henry was alive. A mother's love was the truest love of all, was it not? And Emma had restored her son, and the memories of the entire forest which had been torn apart and dumped into a world that was not their own.

Her eyes dragged up again, not at Henry, because Henry wasn't who she needed to see. She saw Regina, who was staring in horrified awe at the mother and son who had broken her curse, tears still gathered and fresh in her eyes. Cassidy Williams was not the only casualty that day, but she died as Y/n L/n rose from the floor. Regina was leaning over her son, saying something--and then she turned and met Y/n's eyes through the glass. And then, just like that--she was gone.

After running out of the hospital, Y/n found her family on main street. Much like everyone else, they were experiencing a reunion that was more than fond, more than spectacular.  David had been embracing his wife, but pulled back as he saw his sister approaching.

After their teary, grinning reconciliation, Mary-Margaret--or rather, Snow, suffered a sudden realization.

"Emma. We have to find Emma!"
"What are we waiting for?" David agreed, but Y/n chewed her lip. 

"I'll meet up with you guys later."

"What, you're--seriously? Y/n, Regina cursed us! She's the reason I missed my daughter's first steps, the reason we were all separated--"

"You know as well as anyone that there isn't anything I can do about it." She cut in, firm in her resolve. "She needs me right now."

"We need you right now!"

"...I'm sorry." She sighed, and turned away.

"Y/n!"
"I'm sorry!" She called over her shoulder, breaking into a full-on run. 

~~

When she reached the Mayor's grand white house, she didn't pause for a cathardic moment. She didn't think about the gravity of the situation, of all the bad things Regina had done. She pounded on the door and panted, chest heaving, heart pumping. 

The door was opened by a woman wearing a mask--a mask which immediately fell upon realizing who it was on her doorstep.

"Y/n." Her tone was bitter, mixed with painful disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I...I ran three miles to get here and you're asking me what I'm doing here? I don't know what I'm doing here, all I know is you're here and that's why I wanted to come here!"

They stared at each other for a minute, and when it was clear that her better half wasn't going to do anything, Regina pulled her inside and in for a kiss. 

It was every bit electric as any other of their kisses, but more meaningful, and long overdue. Regina, having thought that she was part of the plot against her to curse her against harming Snow White or Prince Charming, had sent her away. They hadn't seen each other since. Add to that the years of the curse, which she spent watching her true love walk around as a different person, and she was grasping onto Y/n for dear life. Even after they parted, they rested their foreheads against each other's, and breathed in the moment.

"You...cursed us." Y/n muttered, earning an incredulous chuckle. "It's not funny. I'm mad."

"I'm sure." Regina assured her "You know, this town is going to have my head."

"No. Not if I have anything to do about it."

Having missed her love so terribly, the Evil queen brought her inside, just to stay the night.

But then...that's how it started in the first place, anyways.

"Your highness...if you might be so graciously inclined as to provide me with a single night's shelter from the rain...I would be forever in your debt..."

Anger and vengeance had caused the queen to curse the land at the cost of her true love, but I suppose that's the thing about true love. If you've got it, it's harder to lose than you might think.