Over the last two episodes I have decided I need Tink to be a regular cast member, and be Regina’s best friend, and to whip Hook into shape and them to fall into mad sassy love together and let Emma not need a damn man to be validated.
"Give her her wings now bitch or I swear…"
Her words pinged off him one by one. None truly having any effect, not when uttered in the state she was in. Hurt Regina, Drunk Regina, neither were all that convincing. Jefferson stayed neutral, calm as he was able. There was a faint sting, a squint of irritation at her little jab at his less than usefulness but he simply clenched his jaw at it. Watching as she fought herself, fought him before he’d done much of anything.
And were it not already clear how less-than-fine she was, her next words would have made it entirely clear on their own. Take her. Hurt her. Things he’d done without remorse during the curse. Like a slap he’d never tried to soothe. Not that she’d wanted him to, but neither had he. And now here she was, coming to him — hurt, drunk, he didn’t know what else, asking for things that he had no mind to give her.
Regina was a difficult woman to understand. Taking words or requests at face value, doing as she said despite what every other part of herself made clear she was by no means ready to handle — well even he was not foolish enough to agree. But that difficulty made it all the more complicated a situation, one he would need to handle carefully. One he hoped he was actually capable of handling.
He took a step forward, then two, stopping directly in front of her — his expression unreadable as he tried to convey nothing, not yet at least. As he stood before her, a hand raised, fingers gripping into her hair near the nape of her neck, thumb resting just at the side of her face. His fingers began massaging slowly and gently, as he dipped his head down to be more level with hers. His eyes trailed over her face, taking in every small, and not so small sign of how vulnerable she was, despite all attempts to seem otherwise.
And when he spoke he allowed his expression to finally soften, leaning in ever so slightly closer, all but whispering as if to assure her no one else could hear.
"It seems to me you are already hurting."
Why did he insist upon making things so difficult? The one time she needed him to be reliably accommodating, he wanted to play at emotion? Regina glared up at him, glared for the tremble that moved through her every limb at the softness of his touch. She had to keep herself angry, though — if she didn’t hold onto her anger, she would be nothing more than broken, and she refused to be broken, and needing. Especially when her only source of comfort was a man such as Jefferson.
Shaking her head as angry tears began to fall, Regina shoved him away from her. “Don’t — don’t keep pretending to care Jefferson.” she choked out harshly, her voice raising at him as she battled everything within, losing herself and her control by the moment. “Don’t act as if you deep down you don’t believe I deserve all of this — that I deserve to suffer.” She continued on wildly, tears blurring her vision, though her face still twisted into a pained scowl. “Don’t — ” she paused, choking back a sob. “I know that you hate me, Jefferson,” she continued, her voice suddenly calming from the shout it had been just previously, yet it was still dangerous, low, rasping and shaky, spoken through gritted teeth and tears.
"I realize that you never could find a way or reason to love me — just as everyone else found their reasons. And I don’t want you to love me.” Taking in a deep breath, Regina stepped closer to him, unable to be the normal visage of intimidation she usually was, rather looking pathetic with tear stained cheeks and swollen eyes, but her conviction was no less as she stopped just before him, and spoke her desires again. “I want you to give me something to hate more than I hate myself.”
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"Are you going to make me drag it out of you?"
"I find your confidence that you could do any such thing rather amusing,"
"I know, that’s why I wanted to come to you and make sure he wasn’t doing this behind your back to just get away or something. He’s a sweet boy, but he just doesn’t understand you only do things the way you do to protect him." She smiled. "My mom was like that…from what I can remember of her." she said softly.
"Don’t mistake my consideration of you being present in my sons life for my caring at all about your problems. If I agree to this tutoring, you are to report here sharply at the specified time, and leave promptly thereafter. I have no interest in hearing about how sad your life has been, nor do I want my son getting attached to someone who will inevitably leave to start a life of their own."
[ she presses her lips firmly together. why must she suffer fools? ]
"That said, I am still not convinced that I agree he needs your assistance, granted I can see why the sad excuse for a teaching staff at his school might demand it."
Sitting up right on his bed, Henry stared at the clock. It was two minutes to six and he wasn’t allowed to be out of his bed on Christmas morning by six am otherwise he wouldn’t be allowed his morning cocoa. Tapping his fingers on his knees, he stared at the clock in anticipation. Two more minutes. He only had to wait two more minutes then he could go into his Mom’s room and wake her up. Two minutes.
Biting his lip, he pulled his knees to his chest and pouted. His mom must have carried him to bed after he fell asleep in front of the tree, he just wanted to meet Santa Clause, was that too much to ask? Once his clock hit six, he jumped out of his bed and run down the hallway to his Mom’s room and knocked on the door before running in and jumped on her bed “MOM! WAKE UP IT’S CHRISTMAS!” he yelled
Regina had been up much later than she intended, but she had to be certain that everything was absolutely perfect for when Henry awoke. There was not much about this land that she found enchanting, at best it was quaint, a few conveniences aside, but this holiday that was made such a fuss over — she had to confess she rather enjoyed it. Every year it was the same, the mayor sent out her dutiful assistant along with two hard working dwarfs into the surrounding forest to find her the tallest pine tree without blemish they could, at which point it was returned to her home for decoration. Before Henry, her decorations had been staunchly symmetrical, something to make even the classiest of decorators feel ashamed of their skill — and Regina still attempted that level of tradition, but since her son came into her life nearly six years ago, there was always a smattering of ornaments of his making placed upon it as well, not to mention his glee at getting to help her set it all up.
What could possibly cause her to care about the way her tree presented when her son was so very happy?
Needless to say, she had spent the vast majority of the night previous wrapping gifts for him and placing them under the tree only once she was certain he had fallen asleep. While she knew the notion of this Santa Clause to be absolutely preposterous, after all she had known the fat bastard back in their land who this legend seemed to be some misconceived version of, and he was anything but jolly or giving — Despite what she knew, her son seemed to believe in the man, and not only believe, but find some great wonder as well. She would hate to rob him of that, as it wasn’t often she was able to bring him so much joy on just her own.
She heard the foot steps before she heard the voice, and let out a soft and exhausted groan into her pillow, before she let out an ‘oomph!’ of a sigh at his tiny little form crashing onto the bed with her. A smile blossomed over her lips before she could stop it as she shifted on the bed to see his excited little face.
"Is it? I’m not so certain about that, my dear…" she said, feigning confusion. "I think perhaps Christmas is tomorrow…" she further teased him.
Wasn’t that essentially all that mattered? Obviously as it stood, as little as she liked admitting it, Regina was lacking in enough of it to get back her son. But there were more sources of it in this land than she had ever imagined. Gold paled in comparison to creatures and beings that she was now privy to the existence of, and what else did one do with such information, if not take advantage?
It had been a rather lengthy flight to get to California, and after only two incidents of her temper flaring up at the airport (primarily regarding their idiotic guidelines and rules,) Regina had boarded and been on her way. This Beacon Hills sounded rather dull if she were being honest, but with the information Sidney had provided her, she knew that no matter how seemingly small or quiet, much like her own town, it held quite the secret.
Yet not precisely the sort of wolf that insufferable waitress was, no. Something a little more…feral. Wolves who were also human, who could think, plot, scheme and be coerced. Could there be a better solution to her problem? No — she wasn’t interested in their flea ridden services, rather, the source of that power. That town was practically a geyser for supernatural activity, and Regina was convinced that power could be harnessed.
The only issue she faced now was one of finding her way about town without attracting the wrong sort of attention. Her eyes flitted down to the top paper in the folder given to her by her dutiful and pining former mirror. There were three names there that he believed to be members of the pack, yet she doubted any of them would be very useful to her. No — no. She needed something else, something better. Leverage. She needed someone who wasn’t so very concerned with the wolves well being that they would not feed her information, yet still important enough to at least one of them to ensure cooperation - as she highly doubted the morality of wolves in general, or their concern for the random denizens of their pathetic little town. It had to be the right person — and she had all the time in the world to figure out just who that was.
Sliding the folder of information back into the bag over her shoulder, and wheeling the single suitcase she had brought along behind her. It wasn’t long before she ended up at a very questionably sanitary motel, and reluctantly paid to subject herself to its proclaimed accommodations. If it had not been necessary to maintain a certain level of credibility, she would have gladly used a touch of magic to put herself in a much nicer home, simply inviting herself into the lives of unwilling home owners. Yet, here she was, grimacing at chipping paint, the faint stench of old cigarette smoke, and dingy towels. Disgusting.
Wishing to spend as little time as possible in the pathetic excuse for a room, Regina made about securing her belongings, and quickly she headed back out to the town. She moved around the town as if she owned it, her steps strong and nearly stomping in her eight-inch heels. Her eyes were sharp and dark, seeming to condemn all that she sway with little more than a glance. She was dressed a touch too warmly for the weather here, but the intimidation created by her visage — that was just one of the many tactics with which she intended to claim all that was currently going to waste in this miserable town full of idiots and dogs.
And claim it she would.
The queen former continued her walk, finding herself passing by what appeared to be a school. She slowed her steps, glancing behind and then ahead, just to be sure no unwanted attention was on her, and as if luck had finally chosen to be on her side, she heard the bell sound — and the yard begin to fill with hormonal and obnoxious teenagers. Most of them went ignored, she would know her target when she saw it, and until that moment, she would wait — and she would watch.
AU: After their return from Neverland, Regina tries to give Henry the space and love he needs. With Regina’s blessing, he spends Christmas day with his father, which would her completely alone in an empty house for the holiday. When Granny finds out, she offers Regina an alternative that Regina ends up accepting.