Prompt: When Henry goes to the hospital after eating the turnover she rapes Regina and gets her pregnant. When they return form FTL she tells Emma and they go to counseling together to overcome the rape and fall in love and I also see Snow White and David as very supportive of Regina when they find out about what Emma did.

Authors note: This story follows canon up until 1x21. I've taken some liberties with the prompt. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: none of these characters belong to me. This story is not profitable and is meant for entertainment only.

Trigger warning: rape and violence!

It was a sunny afternoon when Regina was planning to eliminate Emma Swan once and for all. The radio she had in her kitchen was playing some upbeat pop song she didn't recognized and the leaves of her apple tree where softly swaying in the wind. It was all in all a great day and Regina was feeling confident in her plans.

That was, until Henry came stomping into the kitchen, still wearing his dirty shoes, mind you.

"What are you baking?" There was a suspicious glimmer in his eyes as he turned his nose up at the plastic Tupperware sitting on the kitchen counter. Dropping his backpack in the corner, he saw the way his mother's – no, Regina's back suddenly straightened, spooked by his arrival.

"Henry," she breathed, wiping her hands on the pale yellow apron he had gotten her for her birthday three years ago. "I didn't know you'd be home so early, weren't you supposed to see Archie right after school?"

He paused, inching his eyebrow upwards. "No…" it wasn't like his mother to forget his appointments. "That's tomorrow," he noticed she was very tense when she nodded and turned around again. "But what are you baking?"

Forcing a false smile onto her face, she hoped it was radiating reassurance, Regina turned around again. "Oh, it's nothing honey, just an apple turnover I whipped up from scratch."

His ears popped at the word apple and he frowned, immediately thinking of a specific curse that went very well with apples. "Is it evil?" he accused.

"Henry!" Regina said scandalized and a little hurt. Henry was right of course, but it still stung to have his disdain so clearly directed at her. Take a breath, Regina, she told herself and sighed. "I'm hurt you think so badly of me Henry, it was just meant as a nice gesture towards miss Swan-"

"No, it's not!" he cut her off harshly, stomping his feet. "It's evil, isn't it?! You want to hurt Emma!" frustrated tears appeared in his dark eyes. Why is everyone always lying to him, no one in this town is ever honest!

"Henry, that's enough!" she realized she was yelling and she never yells, not at Henry. But there was only so much hate she could handle from her son and she'd reached her limit for the day. "It's just a turnover, Henry and that's final. Now I don't want to hear any more of that curse nonsense!" traitorous tears filled her eyes and Regina felt the need to run. "I love you, Henry and I promise things will get better again. But please, stop throwing baseless accusations my way. I know you feel like I've been a terrible to you, but please believe when I tell you that I am trying to be the best mother I can be."

Henry was motionless as he stared back at her. Regina couldn't detect any emotion in his eyes except disdain and it broke her heart. "Well, you can stop trying," he spat, "I don't need you, I have my real mother back now," he turned his back and ran upstairs, still wearing his damn shoes.

Regina wanted to burst out in tears and simultaneously throw a chair through the window. She wondered where she went wrong as a mother that her little boy could be so stone cold with his words, but somewhere in the back of her mind a voice explained the thing she had already known for the past ten years. How else would a child raised by the Evil Queen turn out?

The next morning, Regina found her little boy lying unconscious on the kitchen floor, blue lips and shallow breathing. Cursed apple turnover lying in his limp hand, a single bite cruelly smirking back at her.

The scream that left her body sounded inhuman.

Blonde locks swept behind her like a cape as she sprinted down Main Street and towards the only hospital in Storybrooke. In all her numbness she remembered she left her coffee cup sitting on her desk back at the station, the coffee probably well on its way to going cold, then she quickly pushed the thought away and scolded herself for thinking about something so trivial while Regina's – no her son was perhaps already dead.

She bursts through blue double doors and into the main reception area. She ignored the pleasantly smiling woman behind the desk and instead caught those perfectly coiffed locks which belonged to none other than Regina Mills in the corner of her eyes. "Regina!" she yelled, not caring about the annoyed looks she got for doing so. "Regina, what the fuck happened?!" she was way past decorum at this state.

The mayor looked up, tears glistening in red eyes. "He – I found him, I just found him lying on the floor," Regina managed through choked sobs as she gripped the material of Emma's red pleather jacket in shaking fists. "He wasn't breathing, oh God."

Emma couldn't speak, worry constricting her voice. She just nodded, untangling Regina's hands from her jacket. Regina released her and instead started hugging herself just as she had been doing before Emma arrived.

"I'll – I'll just go check on him," Emma took a deep breath and stepped through the door, leaving Regina behind to wallow in her guilt. The room was dead quiet safe for the constant beeping of several monitors. Henry looked so tiny in that large hospital bed, all sorts of wires connected to the stickers on his chest.

"I'm so sorry kid"

It was a coma and they weren't sure he was ever going to wake up. That's what Whale had told them. Emma had run out off the room and Regina remained, glued to the plastic chair she was sitting on. The guilt was consuming her alive while she watched Henry's chest go up and down and up and down in a slow, artificial rhythm.

As long as his chest moved, Regina would stay put.

The doctors said they hadn't yet found any indication as to what may have caused this, but Regina knew, Regina had always known because she loved Henry and everything she loved died. Either at her own hands or those of someone she trusted.

Stupid girl!

She should have known better, should have taken precautions. Fists were clenched tight and crescent shaped indentations marked the palms of her hands. Regina winced in pain, but kept on pressing. It was her fault, it should be her lying in that hospital bed and not her sweet little boy, her little prince who was not so little anymore and who hated her more by every inch he grew. Exposing her child to magic in a world where magic was unpredictable – fatal even, how stupid was she?!

And now Henry paid the price for her stupidity.

Someone always paid the price.

Never her, even though Regina was the one who wanted to die the most.

Emma ran until her lungs burned, eventually finding herself back at the station. She threw the door to her office open and locked it behind herself. It was here, it had to be otherwise she was screwed. Henry had trusted her with it. Her hands shook as she tried to get the key in the lock. It was so small and she had to strain her muscles to get them under control.

He wasn't dead, he couldn't die.

Just a coma, just a goddamn coma.

Emma let out a loud sigh as she saw the book was still there. The thick book with its weathered cover. Brown and gold. 'Once upon a time…'. The title suddenly sounded mocking, bringing up a memory she could now cry about instead of the earlier giggle it elicited.

'I wanted Henry to have the most important thing anyone can have in life: hope.'

Mary Margaret's voice echoed in her mind and Emma reached forward, placing the heavy book on top of the desk, her fingers brushing the gold lettering.

Maybe hope was indeed what she needed.

Emma opened the book, stroking her fingers over the little baby girl in the tree, swaddled in a white and purple baby blanket that reminded her so much of her own. It was the little girl that Henry insisted was her.

"Emma."

She didn't even get the chance to be confused when hundreds of images started to attack her brain.

"You should lie down, Madam Mayor. We have a bed available if you please," the nurse with the kind smile said softly as she went over Henry's chart. "We will be sure to wake you if there are any developments."

"No, that is not necessary," Regina wiped the salty tears from her cheeks. 'Thank you, though," and she meant it, the nurse had been nothing but kind.

The nurse looked somewhat displeased as she sighed. "Alright then, but I'll be down in a bit to bring you a bite to eat," and before Regina could even protest because truly, she wouldn't be able to get even a bite through her throat, the nurse left the room.

"You did this!" Emma snarled as she pushed through the blue double doors for the second time that day. Her eyes locked on the Mayor, as she bared her teeth in anger. The woman looked confused as she stiffly stood up from her chair. Emma had no idea what she was doing, but she was just so angry she no longer cared. She knew about everything, every fucking thing. And if she'd only believed Henry earlier, then he would still be happily talking her ear off, Emma was sure of it. Regina ruined her son. And now she needed to avenge him.

For the first time Emma saw a hint of fear in Regina's dark eyes, and it felt thrilling.

Regina opened those painted lips to utter a plea, a lie, anything. But before she managed to even form the words, Emma roughly pulled her close. Regina smelled coffee on the woman's breath when Emma growled in her face. "I know what you are and what you've fucking done, you witch," and just like that, Regina felt a chill go up her spine. Those few words paralyzed her and she didn't even struggle as the taller woman pulled her up so high, Regina swore she could hear her silk blouse ripping.

"You cursed my son," there was a murderous glimmer in Emma's eyes, showing the sheriff was dead serious. If Emma wasn't so angry she would've felt ridiculous for uttering the word 'curse'. But images of Snow White and a little baby in the trunk of a tree reassured her. Regina is the Evil Queen and she must be punished.

"I don't-" every fiber in Regina's being screamed DENY!, she had no magic, no way to defend herself. Those emerald eyes shone brightly of hate and Regina didn't recognize the blonde woman who still had a tight, bruising grip on her upper arm.

The hall was quiet for it was almost midnight. Therefor no one saw Emma roughly pulling the Mayor towards the nearest supply closet. She took advantage of the way Regina stumbled on her four inch heels and pressed her harshly against the metal closet, her forearm crushing the Mayor's windpipe. Regina was wheezing in protest, painted nails scraping against the sheriff's flesh as she tried to get away.

"Don't you try to deny it, you monster! You're the fucking Evil Queen!" the flinch wasn't even satisfactory for Emma. She saw red and spat more insults in the Mayor's face. "If he dies, you die too you bitch! Now tell me, is all of it true?!"

The realization that Regina had nowhere to escape to, no point barb, no words coated in venom, was actually very calming. Now that Emma knew, it was as if a large weight had lifted off her shoulders, a weight that had been there for twenty-eight years. Maybe if she just laid everything bare, they would grant her the favor of a fast execution. Maybe a quick beheading in front of the clock tower to add some irony.

Regina wheezed again and the arm against her throat let up somewhat, allowing her to form words again. "Yes, it's all true. Everything in that damn book."

Something shifted in the air and both women could feel it. Emma's eyes turned a shade darker and it was as if something just… snapped. Before Emma, or Regina for that matter could figure out what exactly happened, the sheriff's arm was once again harshly pressed against her already bruised throat.

Regina lifted her hands towards the arm, scratching and clawing flesh open until blood started flowing. But Emma didn't care, somehow couldn't care anymore. She just needed to inflict as much pain as possible and there was only one was she could think of that could conjure up such a feeling of complete helplessness and terror.

Her free hand started clawing at Regina's expensive looking blouse, popping button by button as she watched how Regina's eyes filled with recognizable, bloodcurdling fear. "Wha-" Regina squeaked as Emma's intentions became clear. She heard the sounds of fabric ripping and buttons falling on the linoleum floor.

"You need to be punished!" Emma growled, spit flying in Regina's face. Emma's eyes were pitch black by now as she cupped her hand over a full breast.

And then Regina started to panic. She fought with all her might, thrashing and clawing. But the lack of air made her dizzy and the sheriff's physical strength was overpowering. She tried to scream but only a high-pitched wheeze left her. She could take whippings, beatings over this and had done so before. She could take anything, but not this. Anything but this. Never again this.

But when the cup of her dark purple bra was pulled down and one full breast spilled out, Regina froze. Suddenly she was back under a king of sixty, sweat dripping on her chest, the smell of wine and old cheese surrounding her. She was about to scream the demons name when there was a sharp pinch burning in her nipple, bringing her back towards the present. "Don't-" the wandering hand left her breast and moved lower, bunching the fabric of her black pencil skirt up around Regina's slim waist to reveal matching purple panties. There was a sickening sound of fabric ripping as Emma pulled the material down and out of the way, throwing it somewhere behind her.

Burning hot tears spilled over her cheeks as two slender fingers roughly penetrated her and a warm mouth bit her breast. Regina's mind switched off and she had no idea how long it took, it could be seconds, it could be minutes. All she knew is that her blood turned to ice and she started screaming, using up that precious air until she saw stars. "STOP!"

Maybe it was the scream, or the sob, or the way Regina's knee harshly connected with Emma's stomach, but the blonde stumbled back. She reached out behind her to stop herself from falling "Oh god," Emma's face filled with pure horror at what she had just done. This was so, so wrong. No one deserved to be raped! What the fuck was happening to her?! Her eyes turned back to their shining emerald and Emma stared at the usually cold and stoic woman, now reduced to a sobbing mess. Regina sank down to the floor, one hand pushing her skirt back down and the other trying to cover her chest.

Emma looked at her feet, trying and failing to ignore the almost ruined panties that laid on the ground next to her. She lifted her hand, finding wetness and blood on her fingers from where she'd worked her way into Regina by force.

Oh God, she had caused the woman to bleed?

"Regina I-"

"Get out," the words left her in a broken whisper, her voice hoarse from the constant pressure on her throat.

"But, I-"

"Get out!"

It was a heartbreaking scream that Emma could never forget.

"Mom," the words sounded hoarse as Henry opened his eyes and looked around. Everyone was staring into the distance with a blank look on their faces, it was almost as if they were remembering. Wait, they were remembering!

"You broke the curse!"

Emma smiled tiredly. "Yeah kid, we did."

Regina didn't care she was stumbling through the hospital with her shirt ripped open. She didn't are about the burning ache between her legs, or the fact that she swore there was blood trickling down the inside of her thigh from where Emma had torn the delicate flesh.

She just needed to catch a glimpse, just a glimpse, of her son and then she could go home to lick her wounds in peace.

Well, at least until they came to execute her.

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