She’s seen Regina collapsed on the ground before. Many times, in fact. But this is the first time her wounds have been so visible, the blood easily flowing out from below the tan hand pressed to her own wound. Her stomach drops and Henry cries for his mother who doesn’t remember him.
Emma barely remembers punching that bastard, but her hand throbs to remind her. The wedding group crowds around Regina, the forest man kneeling next to her and his bride wailing her protests.
Bile rises in the former saviour’s throat as Regina bleeds out under Henry and Robin’s hands. This can’t be the end. It wasn’t supposed to end this way! Desperation drives her next words, regret filling her moments after, “Robin, kiss her! You’re.. You’re supposed to be her true love!”
He stares at the strange blonde in shock before looking back at Regina. The light in her dark eyes is fading fast, and his face bears confusion, but he obeys, leaning down, and pressing his lips to her cooling ones, and-
Nothing. Regina breathes her last and Emma screams, her voice cracking and straining as she drops to her knees beside Henry.
Her son pulls back out of her vision that’s quickly becoming blurry from tears.
She cries and cries and cries into Regina’s still chest, clutching at her body.
Robin watches, still crouched on the ground across from Emma. Long minutes pass before her sobs subside. She breathes deeply through her nose before sitting up, turning her tear streaked face to the man. “You.. You didn’t love her enough!” She plants her hands in his chest, shoving him backwards, away from Regina, away from this beautiful innocent version of the woman she-
Emma’s heart clenches tightly and she looks back at Regina. It couldn’t hurt.. She glares at Robin sitting in the dirt, his face screwed up in even more confusion.
She peels off her gloves, determined to touch skin to skin, and gently, very gently brushes her fingertips over Regina’s cheekbones and down her jawline. ‘I never told her how beautiful she is..’ is the last thought running through her mind before her thin lips touch cold pale ones.
There’s a flash and Emma’s eyes are opening as if she’d jerked awake from a strange dream and she’s breathing hard, her heart pounding, as she sits up on the pavement of Main Street near the Apprentice and a definitely not bleeding Regina.
“R-Regina! I- I- you’re okay!” Emma curses her unsteady tongue.
The woman nods, although she holds her hand suspiciously over her abdomen. “What happened? I must’ve blacked out.”
The Apprentice glances as Emma knowingly, and she swallows hard, “You were dead.. Robin kissed you.”
“Ah..” the head of tousled hair bobs and she doesn’t question it; she’s fated to him isn’t she?
Emma shuffles, finishing her story, “It didn’t work.. I kissed you instead.” Her stomach is full of butterflies, anxiety filling her being, and she dares to look up at Regina.
Dark eyes are shining with a new light in them, and Emma finally gets to feel warm lips on hers.