It was purely an accident
on his part the first time. Well, sort of.
He knew he was angering the
Queen, it was only that he just couldn’t bring himself to care. So
he poked and prodded and mocked until even a saint would have lost their
temper, and a saint Regina had never been.
Even so, the fireball
made him shout in surprise and he was braced for a fiery impact that never
came. Slowly, he opened his eyes one at time, only to discover that he
was no longer standing in front of Regina as he had been, but was instead next
to Granny behind the counter. He looked down at the elderly woman in
confusion, and she gave him a shrug and pointed at the door.
“Your girlfriend, to the
And there she is, in full
Dark Swan regalia, looking down her nose at Regina as though the other woman is
no more than a bug beneath her boot.
“Not very savior-like
behaviour,” Emma mused in the silken tone she used more often than not in the
wake of her change. “I would be disappointed, except we both know what I
think of your sad little attempts to be me.”
The words made Regina bare
her teeth in anger, but Emma had already moved on, her long legged strides
taking her towards Killian.
“As much as I love to
observe the emotional destruction of you all in my absence, I’m rather fond of
your pretty face” - she ran a hand down his cheek - “do try to keep it whole,
She disappeared, leaving
Killian to swallow and look at Regina, who returned his glance with a
narrow-eyed look of her own. That had been the only time Emma had come to them,
rather than one of them calling her, and Killian knew the Queen was trying to
calculate how best to use this new information.