A/N: Just something that I've been playing around with in my head for a bit. Not sure of the length on this yet.
Should be roughly canonical up to about 2.12, but this piece will ignore the Gold/Emma trip as neither Neal nor Bae will factor.
Be forewarned - the scene at the end contains possible dub-con. There's violence, language and semi-graphic f/f involvement within.
Concordance: (n) Agreement.
"Go then, there are other worlds than these."
-Jake Chambers, The Dark Tower: The Gunslinger by Stephen King
"So what's the plan?" the blonde woman asks as she crouches down next to the rest of the group, the thick canvas material of her beige colored men's cargos scrunching up a bit and tenting slightly at the crotch. The pants belong to David, which means that they're entirely too big for her by several inches, but they're comfortable, and easy to move in, and right now, that's something.
It's rather a shame, then, that the pants are already torn and covered in blood.
"We can't absorb any more losses. We need to end this," David says softly, and between coughs. He's been in the middle of this fight for the last three days; God only knows how much smoke and debris he's pulled into his lungs. He's pale and a bit sweaty, but like the heroic warrior that he's fashioned himself into, he's holding strong and stalwart. Everyone assembled knows for sure that he'll fight as long as he can draw breath, and then perhaps for a few minutes after that.
Emma nods. "I think we can all agree on that. The question is how?"
"We need a direct attack," Snow answers, her hand reaching out to lightly clap David on the back as he coughs once more. Her fingers settle there, tracing a tender line across the fabric of his gray shirt. It's as torn and as bloody as Emma's cargo pants are, but no one speaks of this.
Not yet anyway. There will be time for that later, assuming anyone lives. So far, the fatalities have been minimal, but the casualties are many. The longer this battle goes on, the more the body count is likely to increase as Cora wears thin of playing with her food. What she wants isn't death; she's made it clear that demands domination and control over Storybrooke and will take it by any means necessary. Death isn't required, but she won't lose sleep over those lost.
"Every time we've tried that, she's seen us coming," Red protests, her eyes flickering outwards, towards the street. They're huddled together in the ruins of Granny's diner, chairs and tables upended around them. Glass litters the ground, and a singular frying pan lies dented on its side a few feet away from the group. She frowns a bit as she sniffs the air, smelling something more than just the tang of blood and iron that she's been getting frequent whiffs of over the last few days.
What she smells is familiar…
"So we make a deal with Gold for help, then," Emma states. She sees the wary looks from the others, and nods her head. "I know. I get it; deals made with him always end up badly, but what choice do we have? We can't defeat her."
"But I can."
They hear the voice before they see the speaker. Hardly matters, though, because each person in the diner would know that particular throaty rumble anywhere. "Regina," Emma announces, eyes focused on the purple smoke as it appears, spreads, and then dissipates leaving behind an exhausted looking woman, who is somehow still dressed impeccably. Even in the middle of war.
David is up on his feet immediately, his sword pointed at the former queen. "Not another step," he warns. "Or I'll put this through you."
"Put it down," Regina growls out, her gaze equal parts disgusted and annoyed.
"I'll die first," he answers, a slight tremor to his voice.
"If you don't put it down, you will," the brunette snaps back. Her eyes flicker over to Emma, as if to ask her to reason with her father. She knows that asking Emma to help disarm David is an absurd request, but she hopes that the blonde will recognize this meeting for the opportunity that it is.
Thankfully, she does. "David…Dad," Emma says.
He looks at her, then at Snow. His wife's expression is confused, and uncertain, but clearly, she chooses to trust her daughters' instincts in regards to the woman standing across from them; Emma had been right before, and had they all listened to her then, perhaps none of this would be happening now.
"What are you doing here, Regina?" Snow asks. Out of the corner of her eye, Regina sees David lower his sword. Just a bit; enough to symbolize the removal of the immediate threat, but not the long-term one. "Have you come to let us all know you've won?"
"You think this is winning, Snow?"
"Isn't it? You and your mother have destroyed this town."
"This is my town!" Regina growls back, her eyes flashing a brilliant deep purple. "I built it from scratch. I…you think I want…" she stops then, taking a deep ragged breath as she tries to control herself. "I didn't want this. I never wanted this." She waves her hands in the air. "I've done everything I can to minimize the damage, but I can't control her…I…"
"Then what do you want?" Emma queries, standing up. She takes a tentative step towards the brunette, squeezing David's forearm as she slides past him.
"I want exactly what you want. I want to stop her."
"You'd kill your own mother?" Red asks, no doubt thinking about a time when she had done exactly that. "To protect this town?"
"Were it possible to kill my mother, then, yes," Regina says, but if her tone is confident and unemotional, her turbulent dark eyes betray her as they have always done. She's tired and worn down, a fighter who wants nothing more than to lay down her gloves and fight no more.
"Why?" Snow presses. "Why would you help us? You hate us."
"I…" her eyes flicker over to Emma once more, and she stops abruptly, and shakes her head. "Does it matter? Do we actually have time for this?"
"We don't," Emma confirms, and it feels a bit like the blonde is once again coming to the Evil Queen's rescue; saving her from having to make confessions that she's not yet ready for. "So what do you have in mind, Regina?"
The former queen glances out the window, as if looking for her mother. That's the truth of it, though; she's always looking for Cora. Always wondering when punishment will come and when she'll be once again reminded of who she really is. As Emma had said on the walkway – who she will always be.
"Ruby, can you stand guard outside and let us know if you feel or…smell Cora approaching?" Emma asks suddenly, her lips drawn tight as she studies the dark haired woman standing in front of her.
"That's not necessary," Regina says softly. "I'll be able to feel her."
"Just the same," Emma answers, eyes locking on Regina's. The older woman gets the distinct impression that the sheriff if trying to extend support to her right now. It's ill deserved, Regina thinks, but certainly appreciated.
"Course, Em," Red nods, then slips out the door leaving Regina with just the Charming family. Perhaps as it should have always been, anyway.
"So," Emma prompts again after a moment. "Your plan?"
"So…my plan is that we change places."
"My mother is an extremely powerful woman. You know this already. Her magic is well beyond my own and mine is…considerable. It's well beyond Gold's as well. Together, he and I could possibly subdue her, but we could never stop her. And with her heart hidden wherever it is, killing her isn't really an option, either."
"We could behead her," David says, blue eyes unwavering as he stares back at Regina. She's unable to stop herself from flinching slightly at his words, but before he can speak to the reaction, she steels herself anew.
"You could, yes," she nods. "But she's a powerful witch, and unless you think you have the stomach to chop her into a hundred pieces and bury her in a hundred different places, then perhaps we should speak of containment instead."
"Wait…wait…you're kidding, right?" Emma asks, looking vaguely queasy. One would think after all she's seen over the last few days that her stomach would have solidified a bit, but apparently, that's not the case at all.
"About which part?"
"The…chopping and burying part."
"No. Witches like my mother are virtually unkillable. Especially when their heart is protected elsewhere. As long as that organ beats healthy and safe somewhere, the possibility of resurrection is always there. The best way to combat that is to separate the witch into as many pieces as possible and bury them far enough away from each other that reunification of the body becomes…difficult."
"Jesus," Emma mutters.
"Quite," Regina nods. "Which again brings us back to containment. Did your little men ever finish the cage they were building for me, Snow?"
The younger woman looks surprised for a moment. "You knew about that?"
"Of course, I did. I'm not who I once was, Snow. I see the things happening around me with more clarity than I used to." It's a cryptic statement, but before anyone can press her on it, Regina asks again, "Is the cage ready for use?"
"It is, but we had no way to get you into it. How could we get her in it?"
"That's where the switching places part comes into play. I remembered Blue's trick with the fairy dust. From the moment I realized that you'd lured me into another trap, I knew that you would try it again. My mother has never seen it before. She'll be susceptible to it for at least as long as it takes to imprison her."
"So you're saying you need fairy dust?" David asks, eyebrow jumping up into his hairline. "Do you really think we're that stupid?"
"Perhaps not the best question to ask, dear," Regina retorts. Then, with an almost resigned sigh, "That said, you have nothing to fear from me in that regard. My magic isn't compatible with fairy magic. I can contain it as I did at the well, but I can't weld it or focus it. We needed a wand for that before. Emma doesn't."
Snow seems to understand first. She steps forward and motioning with her hand out, one finger extended, exclaims, "No. Absolutely not."
"It's our best chance," Regina says softly, like she's talking to Henry. She shakes her head, then. "It's our only chance, Snow. I may not what this town to burn, but my mother does. She doesn't care how many people have to die to make it happen. She doesn't care if there are no people left. Do you understand me? This is our only chance. Emma is our only chance here."
"Okay, what the hell am I missing?" Emma demands, moving so that she's between her mother and Regina. She's clearly trying to force the former queen to speak to her and her alone. Understandable considering all the times that her life has been decided for her. Understandable that Emma intends for that to never occur again. At least not if she has any say in it.
"She wants you to be the one to try to trap Cora with the fairy magic," Snow replies bitterly. "She wants you to walk into the belly of the beast."
"Wouldn't she see that coming from a mile away?"
"She would, which is why you and I need to swap bodies," Regina tells her.
"What? As in I'd be you and you'd be me?"
"Not exactly. More as in, you'd look like me and I'd look like you. It'd be a simple glamour. Nothing more. Just enough to get you close to my mother."
"Okay, even assuming I agree to this, don't you think Cora will know that it's not you? We don't walk or talk or do anything alike, Regina."
"Absolutely true, Miss Swan, and were you agreeing to have lunch with my mother, that might be a problem. However, as all you need to do is get close enough to hit her with a blast of fairy dust, it shouldn't be an issue. Unless, of course, you plan to slouch your way towards her as you normally do."
"That wasn't really called for."
Regina shrugs her shoulders. Perhaps not, but damned if it didn't feel good. That not a person in this room seems to understand what she's sacrificing – the betrayal which she's willing to engage in – isn't lost on her. She'll do this because it's what must be done, but she has no desire to play nice in the meanwhile.
"Okay, two questions," Snow starts. "Blue's been missing in action – presumed dead - since day one so where would we get the fairy dust from?"
"Well, first, I don't believe your insipid fairy friend is actually dead. Where she is, I don't know, but I can still feel her energy. She's alive. Second, you'll need to make a deal with Gold, as you had been speaking of doing before I cut in. He still has enough fairy magic contained in the wand that he stole to be able to provide you with what you'll need. It'll cost something, of course; because it's Gold and he's an asshole, but considering the fact that he wants Cora gone as much as all of you do, and considering that he knows that she'll come for him after she's finished off this town, he's likely to be more reasonable than usual."
Snow nods at this. "Fine. Why do you need to look like Emma? I get her looking like you in order to get close to Cora. I hate the idea and I'm against it with everything inside of me, but I get it. Why do you need to be her?"
"To distract my mother. Miss Swan is right; my mother knows me well enough to know if something is off. And if she could focus completely on me, she'd be able to see right through the glamour. However, there's one person in this town besides myself that she has an…unusual and not quite healthy interest in."
"Me? Why me?" Emma queries, eyebrow lifted in confusion.
"She couldn't take your heart. You defeated her. That's power. In her eyes, anything or anyone that has more power than she does must be destroyed."
"Fantastic. So what do you plan to do while you look like me?"
"Draw her fire. I obviously can't fight her with magic; she'll know what we've done if I try, but I can run around like an idiot like you do just long enough, I think."
"Again, not really called for."
Emma rolls her eyes at the terrible attempt at such.
"What if she goes for your heart?" Snow asks, and perhaps there's a hint of worry in the tone. Her eyes are wide and curious, but there's conflict there, too. "Emma is immune, but you're not."
"I don't plan to get close enough for that to happen, but if she does…"
"She could kill you," David states.
"She could. However, were that to happen, I think it'd hardly matter because it would mean that either Miss Swan had failed or you chose to let her kill me."
"I wouldn't…" Emma starts.
"Enough. Time is short, and I've been gone too long already. My mother is having fun lighting things on fire and trying to generally piss people off, but her patience is waning quickly. Eventually, she's going to want to start killing, and when she does, she'll want me at her side. Which means you need to go see Gold. Now. This has to happen now."
"What will you do while we're dealing with Gold?" Emma asks.
"Keep an eye on my mother. Make sure she stays calm for a little while longer."
"Why should we trust you?" David asks. Almost before the words are completely out, he coughs again, the sound harsh and pained. He bends forward, squeezing his eyes together tightly, a trembling hand settling on his knee.
"You're hurt," Regina says, ignoring his question.
"Of course you are," comes the sarcastic response. "And I'm sure your family will love burying you when you fall dead from a collapsed lung." She moves forward then, stepping into his personal space, and ignoring the protests she hears from everyone else in the room. She settles a palm on his back – near to where Snow's hand is – and closes her eyes. Almost immediately, a soft purple glow emits from her hand. It seeps into David's skin, and then spreads out.
"What are you doing? Stop!" Snow demands, reaching for Regina's hand. She's stopped by one of Emma's.
"Let her," Emma says. "She's trying to help him."
"You don't know that."
If Regina hears any of this, she shows no sign of it. She simply focuses on the energy bleeding out of her and into David. She's never been especially skilled at healing; it was never an art that any of her teachers had thought would be terribly useful for her (or them) and so repairing injuries comes painfully to her.
After a few moments, though, the pain – like electrical sparks flying up and down her skin – lets up. "Breathe," she tells David, her voice very low.
He obeys, and is rewarded with easy untroubled breaths. "You healed me."
"Don't make more of it than it is," she answers, opening her eyes. "My son loves you. My feelings come second to that. He'd be heartbroken if you died." She turns to Emma, then. "Make the deal with Gold. You have one hour."
"You didn't answer the question," David reminds her. "Why should we trust you?"
"Because none of us have any choice but to trust each other," Regina answers.
Emma nods at this. "Where will we meet?"
"Here. I'll be here."
And with that, she's gone, a swirl of purple smoke in her wake. That she doesn't actually leave the room yet is her secret (she's suddenly quite thankful that Red is outside; she's certain that the wolf had smelled her previously). She loiters in the air for a few moments, listening, ensuring that everyone is in alignment.
"This is madness," David says almost immediately, a hand settled on his chest. He's clearly feeling around for the pain that has been there for the last few days, but there's nothing there that shouldn't be. He feels good. It's an oddly unsteadying turn of events, one that he's unsure of how to come to terms with.
"It is," Snow agrees, her tone thoughtful. "Emma, what's your instinct on this?"
"She's telling the truth," Emma answers immediately, lifting her chin up to reinforce her determination and confidence in her words. "For whatever reason, whether it's Henry or something else, she's going to help us defeat Cora."
"Then we need to find Gold."
It's just a little bit over an hour later when the Charming family finally returns to the diner. Red isn't with them anymore – having gone off to check on Granny and the others. Regina's waiting for them when they arrive, pacing the broken floor.
She hears Emma say to David and Snow, "Let me handle this, okay?"
"Are you sure?" Snow asks. "She looks like she's on edge."
Regina considers letting them know that, yes, she can hear them, but ultimately holds her tongue and continues pacing. She hears Emma confirm that she'll take care of things, and then the door is opening and the blonde is entering.
"Well?" the former queen demands, snapping around on her absurdly high heels.
"Good to see you, too, Regina," Emma chuckles.
"Miss Swan, I know you have a need to be as obnoxious as possible at all times, but for once, can you try to focus on what's actually important."
"Believe it or not, I always focus on what's important. It's just that you and I have radically different ideas of what that is."
"So we do. On this, though, I believe we are in agreement, yes?"
"Yes. And yes, Gold gave me the magic," Emma answers. It's then that Regina notices how unsteady the younger woman looks. Perhaps even queasy.
"Are you seeing colors?" Regina asks, her lips quirked in a strange mixture of curiosity and amusement. She remembers back to one or two of the times that Rumple had forced her to absorb fairy magic in order to understand its effects.
Those had been…interesting days.
"To be expected. Fairy dust is much like this worlds' version of…"
"I take it you have intimate knowledge of such," Regina quips. She knows that the timing of such levity is poor, but with as rattled as her nerves are right now, she welcomes the opportunity for even the slightest bit of back and forth.
"I never said I was a good girl before I came to town," Emma answers with a smile that is half smug and self-conscious and uncertain. For not the first time, Regina is struck by just how alike the two of them are at times.
"I suppose that's my fault as well?"
"Partially," Emma shrugs. "But I made my own choices, too. I'm responsible for those. Good or bad." She meets Regina's eyes when she says this.
"How very noble of you," the brunette drawls. "All right, then, now that you have the necessary magic, we can work on the rest of things. You understand what you have to do once the glamour is in place, I assume?"
"Walk up to your mother, wait for her to be distracted and then nail her with the fairy dust bomb. Check, check and check, right?"
"Stated with all the eloquence of a five year old, but yes, more or less accurate. Say as little as possible. I'll be doing everything I can to distract her, but the more you speak, the more chance she'll have to know that something is afoot."
"Yeah, definitely, because I'd never say the word 'afoot'," Emma cracks.
"Too many letters?"
"Funny. You know, Regina, perhaps if you'd spent more time being funny and less time being homicidal, we wouldn't be in this situation."
Regina smiles sadly at this. "That suggests that my life has ever been my own to decide upon," she answers.
"No doubt; you got a bad deal. We both did. But what about all of the bad choices that you've made in the meanwhile? I take responsibility for mine. What about you? Can you really say that every thing you did was someone else's fault?"
"No, I can't. And whether you or anyone else believes it, I'm trying to take responsibility and make amends now. I've been trying."
"Does it matter?"
"Yeah, I think it does. Ultimately, you can only change who you are if you're the one who really want to be someone different." She tilts her head. "But then, you've pretty much always wanted to be someone else, haven't you?" When Regina doesn't answer after a moment, Emma offers up what she desperately hopes sounds like support and not pity, "I know the feeling."
"Hmm," Regina answers thoughtfully. Then, with an almost sad and defeated shrug of her shoulders, "In a different world, Miss Swan."
"In a different world what?"
"Who knows what we might have been."
Emma's brow furrows at this. "To each other or…at all?"
Regina chuckles in response, but provides no further elaboration. Instead "Hold still; this might tingle a bit."
"Must you ask so many tiresome questions?"
"Yes, I must. You're acting weird…even for you."
"Perhaps you don't know me as well as you think you do. Now, if you'd be quiet for a few moments, I need to map your body out."
"Map my body out?"
Regina sighs. "If I'm going to imitate your body, I need to…touch you. And I swear, Miss Swan, if you repeat any part of what I just said…"
"You'll turn me into a frog?"
"A frog is too good for you."
"True," Emma acknowledges. "On the other hand, they changed the story so that it was a Frog Princess instead of –"
"Right. Map away, Your Majesty." She closes her eyes.
Frowning slightly, Regina moves forward. She places each of her hands very lightly on Emma's sides, starting at the end. She glides them downward, her touch almost unbearably gentle. She kneels as her palms slide over the blonde's thighs, fingertips caressing muscle. After a few seconds, she says, "I'm done."
Emma opens her eyes and blinks. Standing in front of her is a perfect clone of herself, all the way down to the clothes. The posture is completely wrong, and the strangely regal scowl her doppelganger is wearing is more than little bit disconcerting, but otherwise, Regina looks exactly like the blonde sheriff.
"You're me," Emma says, slightly awestruck. "Damn."
"Yes, damn," Regina answers dryly, and Emma's somewhat surprised to hear the brunette's voice coming out of her mouth.
"But you still sound like yourself."
"Right. Hold still." Regina puts her hand forward, and lightly runs her fingers over Emma's throat. It's insanely intimate gesture, and for a moment, Emma panics because damned if it wouldn't be so easy for Regina to kill her right now.
Just a little flick.
But then the brunette who looks like Emma pulls back. "Better?" she asks and now she sounds just like the blonde sheriff.
"Yeah. That's kind of freaky, actually."
"I know. Your turn."
"Do I have to do the map thing?"
Regina laughs at this; an oddly fantastic sound of true humor. "No, Miss Swan, I have a pretty good idea what my body feels like."
"Right. Of course. So, uh, maybe since you're going to be and I'm going to be you for a few minutes, you can drop the Miss Swan thing?"
"Does it annoy you?"
Emma simply rolls her eyes at this, but she'd by lying if she didn't admit to at least the smallest of smiles.
The worst part of all of this is having to stand back with David and Snow as Emma – looking like Regina now – leaves the diner to go find Cora.
They know where she is, of course; the Queen of Hearts is holding court in the middle of town. It's where she is right now, just waiting for the final confrontation.
Cora's been waiting for the final battle for days now. She's been on guard expecting one last strike. One last attempt to overthrow her. Once that's over, the older woman plans to take out Rumple and then bend any of the survivors to her will. There will be no mercy, of course; vengeance will be the order of the day.
Which is why this has to succeed.
Because even Henry will be sacrificed at the alter of vengeance and power if Cora believes that to be what needs to occur in order to solidify her control.
Especially if that's what it takes to control her daughter.
They follow Emma as she makes her way into town, and then watch from a distance as the blonde approaches Cora. She's moving slowly, with a slight limp. It's meant to disguise the obvious differences in the way the two women walk. Thankfully, though Emma knows how to work well in heels so she doesn't look too terribly off as she moves to stand with the Queen of Hearts.
"It's time," Regina says, speaking to both David and Snow. She turns to look at them. "If all goes well, this will be over quickly. If it doesn't, you need to get Emma the hell out of there as quickly as possible. My mother may not be able to take her heart, but there are still unthinkable things that she can do to her."
"And you?" Snow asks. "What will she do to you?"
"If this fails, I don't think my mother will forgive me a third attempt at her life," Regina chuckles. "So, then, it's quite important that it doesn't. Let's hope that your daughter is as blessed with your luck as the two of you are."
There's a hint of envy in the tone, but it fades away quickly enough.
"I heard what you said to Emma," Snow says.
"About different worlds. About what the two of you might have been there."
"Aren't we the same?" Snow asks. "In a different world where our whole lives hadn't been manipulated, maybe…"
"We'll never know," Regina answers shortly. It's one thing to consider the similarities between she and Emma; regardless of who is responsible, both she and Emma have been through experiences that would likely bond them anywhere else but here. She and Snow, on the other hand, were never meant to come into each other's orbit. And now, as she thinks about betraying her mother once more, it's oddly difficult to forgive the accidental betrayal of a child.
She wonders if maybe, when this is all over, if she can find a way to that. Because Emma is right: she does want to be a different person. A better one.
"Right," Snow nods, retreating quickly from the conversation. "Good luck."
Regina takes a deep breath, picks up David's absurdly heavy sword and then walks into the middle of town, ensuring that she can be seen by both her mother and Emma. She moves slower than usual, tries to saunter more than swagger. The wildly oversized pants that she's wearing help with that a little bit, she thinks. That is until she just about trips over the cuff of one of the legs and almost does a spectacular face plant.
She wonders if she looks like she's drunk. On the other hand, she muses, she probably just looks like a typical Charming.
"Cora," she calls out, her chin up. She thinks defiance and hopes it shows.
Turns out that her sudden arrival is a good thing; Cora's eyes are on Emma, and her brow is furrowed like something is bothering her. Like something about her daughter isn't quite as it should be. Just as she's about to touch Emma, though, she hears her name, and her head snaps around. "Savior," she purrs.
"I'm right here," Regina answers, hearing Emma's voice spill from her lips.
"Alone, dear girl?" Cora asks with a raised eyebrow and a superior smirk. She turns her head slightly towards Emma. "Astonishing, daughter, that you haven't been able to kill her; she's quite the fool coming to face us all by herself."
Regina almost laughs when she sees the surprised look shoot across her own face as Emma struggles to come up with a suitable response. Instead, not trusting the blonde to hold her tongue as she should, Regina draws Cora's attention back to her. "I'm never alone," she states.
"Ah. So your dear family is nearby. Of course." She looks at the sword. "Tell me, what is it that you plan to do what that sword? Against my magic."
"I plan to kill you with it."
Cora laughs, the sound indignant. "It's a sword, girl. By the time you've finished your first swing, I'll have turned you into a bug and stepped on you."
She sees Emma once again open her mouth to reply, but thankfully, the blonde disguised as a brunette clamps her jaws closed again.
"If you could have done that, you would have already," Regina states. It's taking every bit of concentration she has to remember how to sound like Emma. It's not the vocal sound that's important here; it's the cadence and the dance of her words. Emma is defiant and sloppy. She's maddeningly blunt and without class.
She's honest in a way that Regina can only envy.
"True enough," Cora nods. "But I can still kill you in my own way." She shoves out her hands and sends a streak of bright blue light directly at the woman she thinks is Emma. It strikes Regina hard on the side, sending her knees.
She sees Emma move, and frantically shakes her head. Not yet, she thinks.
"What, dear?" Cora taunts as she steps towards the fallen woman. Behind her, Emma lurks, but there's not enough distance yet to be able to throw the fairy dust bomb and have it work. "Didn't like that? Have to shake a few cobwebs loose?"
"Felt kind of like being tickled," Regina grits back. It sounds exactly like something Emma would respond with, and she finds herself stupidly annoyed to have said the words herself, no matter how accurate they are to the blonde.
"Oh, then let me relieve you of that annoyance," Cora sneers and steps forward once more, hands again outstretched. The energy surge this time is much stronger, and immediately, Regina knows that she'll need to time her dodge better or else she could easily be knocked unconscious by the power received.
Unfortunately, just as she's about to move, she sees Emma put a hand out – a glowing ball of blue sparkling there. It's the right thing for Emma to do, but the distraction is unexpected, and it throws her timing terribly off.
She feels herself get lifted by the surge of energy from her mother. It's a weird sensation to be in the air and moving at a high speed. She's been hoisted before by Cora, but never thrown. This time, she's falling backwards rapidly.
She hears someone scream her name – her real name – but she doesn't think much of it. She also doesn't think much of the howls of fury she hears.
All she focuses is on how she continues to move through the air. How it seems like it's taking so damned long for her to hit the ground.
But it's not the ground she hits; it's the windshield of a car.
She hears the sickening crack before she feels the actual impact of her head slamming violently against bent metal and shattered glass. There's a horrendous stabbing pain behind her eyes, and then a bright flash of red light.
After that, everything goes terribly dark.
She feels the pressure before she sees anything. Everything is still dark and hazy, but she's suddenly aware of two things:
One – someone is lying atop her, moving against her rapidly, their sweat-slicked body pressed against her own. Sliding back and forth.
Two – there's something inside of her. Thrusting, her confused mind supplies.
"God," she hears, a voice whisper into her ear just before a tongue traces the shell there. And then again, "God. I love you."
She feels a hand run up her body, fingers pressing against her left breast. A thumb trails over her nipple, and in spite of her confusion, she gasps at the sensations she feels. She tries to force her eyes open, but a sharp pain behind her lids convinces her to keep them closed for the time being.
That is until she hears the voice again. "Regina," she hears it say.
It's just her name, but it's more than that. It's that she knows that voice.
It belongs to Emma Swan.
Ignoring the flash of pain, she snaps her eyes open and looks up into the face of the blonde sheriff. The woman is moving atop her rapidly, her face showing both the strain of the constant movements as well as the pleasure of them.
It's then that Regina realizes that what's inside of her at the moment is Emma. More precisely, it's her fingers. Which means that…right.
She barely has the time to allow her mind to realize what's occurring before everything explodes again. This time, though, it feels good. Her body feels good.
Like she's just…
Oh, God, indeed.
"Emma," she whispers, and if it sounds to the blonde woman like she's in awe, well that's partially accurate because Regina – feeling utterly and oddly boneless at the moment - can't for the life of her figure out what the hell has just happened.
She knows biologically, of course what she's just experienced, but that doesn't help to explain how or why or…
Or what the hell she's doing beneath this woman when just five minutes ago they'd been across from each on a battlefield trying to capture her mother in between them. She tries to remember what had happened, but everything after the blast of energy had thrown her into the air is a blank.
And somehow, she's here. Naked and in bed with Emma Swan.
An Emma Swan who has just brought her to a rather spectacular orgasm.
"Damn, you're beautiful when you do that," Emma gasps out, slowing her movements after a few seconds. She pulls her hand out, then, and much to her surprise, Regina feels both the absence of the blonde within her and then the moisture against her neck as Emma settles her hand there.
A moment later, Emma's face is against the opposite side of her neck, pressing kisses against the warm tanned flesh she finds there.
"I don't understand," Regina whispers, trying to shift herself away from the sheriff's body. She's held in place, though, by Emma's strong arms.
"Don't understand what?" Emma asks, lifting her head up. Her blue-green eyes are curious, and there's a strange easy smile on her face.
"So you're saying I did good, huh?" Emma laughs. She drops her head back down and again presses her mouth against Regina's neck. "I like that."
"No…no…this is…get off me. Get off!" She puts her hands out as if to throw magic at Emma, but nothing happens.
"Whoa…what the hell?" Emma asks, pulling back. She slides away, allowing Regina to scamper out from beneath her. "Did you just try to light me up?"
"Who are you?" Regina demands. It's the only question that makes sense in her mind right now; this can't possibly be Emma Swan because they wouldn't be doing these things to each other. They wouldn't. So it has to a trick.
Only that doesn't make much sense, either…
Emma's shoulders set then, and her expression grows hard. "This had damn well better be some weird kind of roleplaying because otherwise, it's not funny."
"Who are you?" Regina grits out again.
"I'm Emma. Your wife."
That's all it takes for everything to explode behind her eyes again. This time, it's not one bit pleasurable. She gasps as she falls towards the darkness once more.
Post Note: For the mechanics of what Regina will be doing, think Quantum Leap. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them.