A/N A little thing I wrote inspired by the final episode of the season. Outlaw Queen needs some loving over the hiatus! Tell me what you think and if I should continue. Please enjoy.

All this time. She had been alone. No one had bothered to look for her, not even her son. She just sat, crying in her vault. Weeks flew by, but her tears never subsided. Each day her heart ached more. The first time, for almost forty years, she had opened her heart. She felt love, so strong that it burned. She knew Tinker belle was right.

The man with the lion tattoo was her true love.

Never before had her heart yearned for another in such a way. For the little time they were able to see each other, they spent two nights together. Two magical nights. She never thought that the man, who had told her in the peak of their pleasure that he loved her, would leave her just like that. And now that he was gone, there was that same hatred that had burned in her heart for so long again.

Her emotions, however had masked the signs.

She hadn't failed to notice them. She more of the fact choose to ignore them, pretend they would go away.

No part of Regina could believe all these little reminders of the time they spent together, because she found it impossible.

And it was.

And she could no longer ignore it, because not all problems go away as easily as happiness did.

This problems lingered inside her.

Regina was pregnant with Robin's child.

She could already see the beginnings of her pregnancy. Her stomach, now slightly raise, made it evident that there would never be a quick fix for her problem.

As much as her heart loved her child, loved the idea of a child from her own body, she also hated it. She hated the father, the man that just left her so fast for a dead woman, after already saying that his feelings were stronger with her.

One lesson Regina had learned in her difficult life was that some people are born lucky. Henry was her example. He had two loving mothers, a royal family, inheritance to practically any kingdom he desired, and he was happy. She did not have such luck. Her life, from the beginning, was meant to be horrid. There was no changing that.

She had also relearned the cold truth about another thing that she had chose to ignore for this brief moment in her life; People can never be trusted.

Miss Swan is that type of people.

Yes, it was her fault that Robin's wife returned. Vengeance would be so easy. And it was tempting.

But she did not fail to remember the error of her past ways. Vengeance would never get her anywhere. She had told Henry that.

The curse was a mistake.

Storybrooke was a mistake.

Loving was a mistake.

And her child, was the worst mistake she had ever made.

Because one day, the child would have to be born. Never being pregnant before would make it impossible to deliver the child on her own. She would have to come out of hiding eventually. Having lost track of the passing of time, she didn't know what could have happen while she was gone.

Would Henry and Emma have run back to the safety of New York?

Perhaps Roland had forgotten her existence.

Maybe something else had come back with them.

None of this was anything she wished to know. But as her fingertips graced the small forming curve of her stomach, she wondered how she could even love the child she carried. With it's fathers betrayal, she thought it less then likely she could ever love it entirely.

Then she had realized something. Many people say that we are our parents. And with all of her soul, Regina believed that she could never become Cora. This was a lie, because as she stood before her mirror, she saw the same look of emptiness that kept with her at all times.

There was no way she would allow her child to have such an existence unto her own. That is why, on this night, she decided that she would do what she had contemplated many times before, but never had actually carried out.

After all this time, she stood before the exit to her hiding place and waved her hand to force the door open. As it swung open, she strutted out and up the stairs.

The ground had been coated with a layer of fresh powdery snow. Her heals forced down the soft snow with a crunching sound as it compressed.

There was a bridge not to far from here. Without have ever been allowed to play in rivers as a child, Regina had never learned how to swim. It seamed the perfect opportunity to rid herself of all her problems.

Gone, everything. In less then a minute, she wouldn't have to worry ever again. The child would never have to experience the unluckiness that was given to it before it was even born.

Quick.

Easy.

Simple.

Now standing on the bridge, she looked down over the water. It was cold, chucks of ice floating on the surface. The moon reflected in ripples across the clear blue water. All it would take saw one step. Yet why couldn't she bring herself to do it?

Was it fear? She saw no reason to be afraid. It would be quick, and although not painless, she wouldn't have to worry once she jumped; there would be no chance for survival. Not being a spiritual woman, she believed that there was nothing after death. Everything would just end. But for some reason, something told her to fold her hands and look up to the sky in an attempt to say a prayer.

"I don't know if you are real or not. Any person of a higher power. I would think that if you were to exist, you would have not allowed for the things that have gone on in my life. You would not have allowed for this life to be created. Its not fair."A tear dripped down her face. "If you see any reason for me to keep on living, send me a sign." She paused a moment. "Anything. Just give me one reason to keep on living."

She could hear the cold winter wind whistle though the trees. Nothing.

She wiped away one more tear and then

very slowly

placed one foot

over the edge

then

leaned

forward

Then, everything was cold. A sudden warmth was felt, but until it was too late to identify, everything went black.

Robin had decided to go on a walk to clear his head. He had been fighting with Marian again. The spark they had all those years ago was not their anymore. She thought it was, but there was no way he could agree anymore. His heart belonged to another;

Regina.

Now, only in his dreams, could he see her. After the night at the dinner, she had once again disappeared. He wanted to tell her he was sorry. To tell her that he still loved her. But that could never happen.

He, and the rest of the town, had suspected she left; gone off to do great things in this world. A beautiful and intelligent person like herself would be successful wherever she went. He only wished that he could have said goodbye. That he could have kissed her lips just one more time.

That is when he saw her plunge from the bridge. After so long of searching and searching, she was right here. He watched as her body submerged, but then there was nothing. He wondered if his mind played tricks on him, dashing to the shore quickly.

He must be dreaming.

Yes of course he was dreaming. There was no way the Regina he knew would ever just go jumping off of bridges just like that.

No.

It can't be her.

There is no way it could be her.

But then what was it that jumped from the bridge. His eyes darted through out the semi-frozen lake for signs of a person. A few bubbles surfaced from a certain area, and he knew. This was real.

He shed his coat and boots before jumping in the icy river. A shock ran though his body as he forced himself to swim to the area where the bubbles were coming from. He then forced his head to go under, the cold jolting a gasp from him.

It was easy to find her in the river, his hands finding her shoulder's immediately. He quickly pulled her up to the surface and swam with her lip body back to the shore.
When he was walking thought the forest only ten minutes ago, he would have never believed that the woman he knew so well would have jumped from a bridge. From the looks of things, it was not a jump she wished to come back from. It was out of her nature. Once there, he placed her on her back. With two fingers, he found her pulse, but she was not breathing.

With two hands he opened her mouth and began to try to get her to breathe again. "No Regina. Not like this..." He whispered to her limp body. "I still love you!" He then pressed his lips hard onto her's, feeling the overpowering sense of love he had missed for so long.

Trying to get air back into her body, he exhaled deeply into her mouth, trying with all his soul to get her to breathe. He pulled away for a moment and suddenly she lurched up and coughed up a large mouth full of water.

He couldn't help but smile that he was okay. For the first time in months, he saw her beautiful brown eye stare though his. "Robin?" She muttered before her eyes fluttered shut once again.

He shock her body a little. "Regina?" She went limp again in his arms.

"Regina!"