More Red Queen fic
Title: This is Not a Fairytale (You Are Not a Hero)
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing/Characters: Regina, Mary Margaret, mentions of Ruby/Regina (Red Queen)
Rating: PG, for allusions to certain things
Summary: Mary Margaret finds out that Regina has been using Ruby for her own personal gain and decides to confront her about it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. Suffice to say, if I did, we’d all be watching this instead of writing/reading it.
A/N: I’m currently working on maybe turning this into a little series, but I’m not sure what’ll come of it. Hopefully something good. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. It’s pretty short, but I had a lot of fun writing evil, bitchy Regina. xD
This is Not a Fairytale (You Are Not a Hero)
“Madam Mayor?”
Regina is interrupted mid-sentence by the sudden presence of one Mary Margaret Blanchard. She looks away from Sidney, to the woman standing awkwardly in the doorway to her office, and greets her with a trademark look of disdain.
“What is it, Miss Blanchard?” Regina asks.
“May I have a word with you?” Mary Margaret asks, stepping fully into the room.
Regina rolls her eyes in annoyance. “Can’t you see I’m busy? You’ll have to come back some other time. You can call in and schedule an appointment, if you’d like,” she says.
She turns back to Sidney and has just opened her mouth to continue their previous conversation when Mary Margaret interrupts her again.
“Regina, it’s about Ruby,” the small brunette says.
Well, that definitely catches the mayor’s attention. She lets out a heavy sigh and says to Sidney, “We’ll continue this later, won’t we?”
Sidney simply nods. “Of course, Madam Mayor,” he says. It’s more than obvious that he’s a little puzzled by what has just taken place, but he’s not stupid enough to question it. He exits the room quickly, leaving Mary Margaret alone with the mayor.
Mary Margaret fidgets anxiously in the doorway to Regina’s office, until Regina invites her in to sit down. She takes a seat in one of the empty chairs in front of Regina’s desk, then looks up at the other woman, expression serious.
“Well?” Regina asks impatiently, clasping her hands in front of her on the desk. “You’ve managed to get my attention, Miss Blanchard. Now, out with it.”
Mary Margaret swallows around the small lump that’s formed in her throat, around the fear rising up inside her at just being alone in the same room with this woman, and then she speaks. “Ruby told me,” she says, voice steady and calm, in spite of her nervousness.
“Told you what?” Regina asks. Neither her voice nor her face betray any emotion, and it’s a frightening thing for Mary Margaret, to say the least.
“She told me about your…” Mary says, letting her voice trail off as she searches for the right word. “About your arrangement,” she finally finishes.
This seems to stir something in Regina. She arches an eyebrow at Mary Margaret, but remains otherwise stoic. “And what arrangement might that be?” she asks.
Mary Margaret puts her head down, cursing herself internally for even coming here in the first place. “She told me that you-that the two of you have been-” she tries to say, but she’s blushing and fidgeting nervously with the hem of her shirt. She can feel Regina’s impatient stare boring into her, and finally, she manages to find the strength to get her words out. “She told me that the two of you have been sleeping together.”
Mary Margaret looks up just in time to see the anger flash across Regina’s once passive features. There’s the slightest curl of her lip, that eyebrow arching higher, nostrils flaring just so, dark eyes burning intensely with her underlying rage. She clasps her hands tighter together on the desk, and stares Mary Margaret down, until the other woman looks away again in fear.
“Well, I’m sorry to say that she lied to you,” Regina says, but here her voice betrays her with just the slightest waver, and it’s all Mary Margaret needs to know that Regina is the one who is lying.
“No, she didn’t,” Mary Margaret says, shaking her head.
Regina is silent for several long moments, and Mary Margaret is sure it’s because she’s thinking of all the ways she could kill Mary and not get caught. But then Mary Margaret spies movement out of the corner of her eye, and when she looks up, she finds that Regina is leaning closer to her over the desk.
“What do you want?” Regina asks.
“I-I don’t understand.”
“What do you want? Obviously you’re here for something, Miss Blanchard. What is it? Money? My discretion in the matter of yours and David’s affair? What?”
Mary Margaret looks horrified at the accusation. “Wh-what? I’m not trying to blackmail you, Regina,” she stammers out, face red, eyes wide.
“You’re not?” Regina asks, clearly unconvinced.
“No!” Mary Margaret exclaims. She cringes at the loudness of her own voice, then says, quieter this time, “No, I came here because Ruby is my friend and I’m worried about her.”
Now the mayor just looks amused.
“This arrangement, whatever it is that you’re doing, it’s not good, but I guess you’re too blind to see what it’s doing to her,” Mary Margaret continues, unable to hide her own emotions. “You’re using her, Regina, and that’s wrong and sick and we both know you’re just going to end up hurting her in the end.”
“What does that matter to you?”
“It matters because I care about her. Genuinely. And I see the way she’s been acting since you sunk your claws into her. You’re dragging her down for your own benefit, and I want it to stop.”
“Well, it’s very kind of you to stand up for your friend, but I’m afraid this decision is not yours to make. You overlook the fact that Ruby is a grown woman. She can make her own decisions, and she can handle the consequences, I’m sure.”
“Consequences?” Mary asks angrily. “And just what are the consequences of sleeping with you, Madam Mayor? Hmm? Does she just become another one of your broken toys, used up, thrown out when you’re done with her? What does that mean for her? Do you even care about how she feels?”
At that, Regina pushes her chair back and stands abruptly. Mary Margaret’s sure she’s done it now. She’s angered the beast that is Regina Mills and now she’s due to pay the price. Her entire body tenses as she waits for the violence to start, for the angry tirade of words to be lobbed at her, but nothing happens. Regina remains calm. She braces her hands on the desk and leans over it, glaring hard at Mary Margaret.
Then, with a wicked sneer, she says, “No, dear, I don’t care.”
Mary Margaret gasps at the bluntness of that statement, but can’t bring herself to say anything else. She’s too stunned, in spite of already knowing when she came here that Regina held very little regard for her friend and her feelings. It’s still a bit of a slap in the face, to actually hear the words.
“Now leave,” Regina says, pointing to the door of her office. “Leave, and so help me God, Miss Blanchard, if you murmur a word of this conversation to anyone, I will delight in making your life a very miserable one. Do not test me,” she adds, voice low and dangerous, utterly menacing.
Mary Margaret stands and quickly makes her way toward the door, blinking back hot tears that threaten to cloud her vision.
Regina settles into her chair once more, sinister smile still curving her full lips upward as she watches the other woman leave. There’s the smallest hint of doubt though, the barest hint of something akin to guilt that rises up within her unexpectedly, but she pushes it down easily. Pushes it down and suffocates it in the darkness inside her so that it hopefully won’t surface again.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing/Characters: Regina, Mary Margaret, mentions of Ruby/Regina (Red Queen)
Rating: PG, for allusions to certain things
Summary: Mary Margaret finds out that Regina has been using Ruby for her own personal gain and decides to confront her about it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. Suffice to say, if I did, we’d all be watching this instead of writing/reading it.
A/N: I’m currently working on maybe turning this into a little series, but I’m not sure what’ll come of it. Hopefully something good. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. It’s pretty short, but I had a lot of fun writing evil, bitchy Regina. xD
This is Not a Fairytale (You Are Not a Hero)
“Madam Mayor?”
Regina is interrupted mid-sentence by the sudden presence of one Mary Margaret Blanchard. She looks away from Sidney, to the woman standing awkwardly in the doorway to her office, and greets her with a trademark look of disdain.
“What is it, Miss Blanchard?” Regina asks.
“May I have a word with you?” Mary Margaret asks, stepping fully into the room.
Regina rolls her eyes in annoyance. “Can’t you see I’m busy? You’ll have to come back some other time. You can call in and schedule an appointment, if you’d like,” she says.
She turns back to Sidney and has just opened her mouth to continue their previous conversation when Mary Margaret interrupts her again.
“Regina, it’s about Ruby,” the small brunette says.
Well, that definitely catches the mayor’s attention. She lets out a heavy sigh and says to Sidney, “We’ll continue this later, won’t we?”
Sidney simply nods. “Of course, Madam Mayor,” he says. It’s more than obvious that he’s a little puzzled by what has just taken place, but he’s not stupid enough to question it. He exits the room quickly, leaving Mary Margaret alone with the mayor.
Mary Margaret fidgets anxiously in the doorway to Regina’s office, until Regina invites her in to sit down. She takes a seat in one of the empty chairs in front of Regina’s desk, then looks up at the other woman, expression serious.
“Well?” Regina asks impatiently, clasping her hands in front of her on the desk. “You’ve managed to get my attention, Miss Blanchard. Now, out with it.”
Mary Margaret swallows around the small lump that’s formed in her throat, around the fear rising up inside her at just being alone in the same room with this woman, and then she speaks. “Ruby told me,” she says, voice steady and calm, in spite of her nervousness.
“Told you what?” Regina asks. Neither her voice nor her face betray any emotion, and it’s a frightening thing for Mary Margaret, to say the least.
“She told me about your…” Mary says, letting her voice trail off as she searches for the right word. “About your arrangement,” she finally finishes.
This seems to stir something in Regina. She arches an eyebrow at Mary Margaret, but remains otherwise stoic. “And what arrangement might that be?” she asks.
Mary Margaret puts her head down, cursing herself internally for even coming here in the first place. “She told me that you-that the two of you have been-” she tries to say, but she’s blushing and fidgeting nervously with the hem of her shirt. She can feel Regina’s impatient stare boring into her, and finally, she manages to find the strength to get her words out. “She told me that the two of you have been sleeping together.”
Mary Margaret looks up just in time to see the anger flash across Regina’s once passive features. There’s the slightest curl of her lip, that eyebrow arching higher, nostrils flaring just so, dark eyes burning intensely with her underlying rage. She clasps her hands tighter together on the desk, and stares Mary Margaret down, until the other woman looks away again in fear.
“Well, I’m sorry to say that she lied to you,” Regina says, but here her voice betrays her with just the slightest waver, and it’s all Mary Margaret needs to know that Regina is the one who is lying.
“No, she didn’t,” Mary Margaret says, shaking her head.
Regina is silent for several long moments, and Mary Margaret is sure it’s because she’s thinking of all the ways she could kill Mary and not get caught. But then Mary Margaret spies movement out of the corner of her eye, and when she looks up, she finds that Regina is leaning closer to her over the desk.
“What do you want?” Regina asks.
“I-I don’t understand.”
“What do you want? Obviously you’re here for something, Miss Blanchard. What is it? Money? My discretion in the matter of yours and David’s affair? What?”
Mary Margaret looks horrified at the accusation. “Wh-what? I’m not trying to blackmail you, Regina,” she stammers out, face red, eyes wide.
“You’re not?” Regina asks, clearly unconvinced.
“No!” Mary Margaret exclaims. She cringes at the loudness of her own voice, then says, quieter this time, “No, I came here because Ruby is my friend and I’m worried about her.”
Now the mayor just looks amused.
“This arrangement, whatever it is that you’re doing, it’s not good, but I guess you’re too blind to see what it’s doing to her,” Mary Margaret continues, unable to hide her own emotions. “You’re using her, Regina, and that’s wrong and sick and we both know you’re just going to end up hurting her in the end.”
“What does that matter to you?”
“It matters because I care about her. Genuinely. And I see the way she’s been acting since you sunk your claws into her. You’re dragging her down for your own benefit, and I want it to stop.”
“Well, it’s very kind of you to stand up for your friend, but I’m afraid this decision is not yours to make. You overlook the fact that Ruby is a grown woman. She can make her own decisions, and she can handle the consequences, I’m sure.”
“Consequences?” Mary asks angrily. “And just what are the consequences of sleeping with you, Madam Mayor? Hmm? Does she just become another one of your broken toys, used up, thrown out when you’re done with her? What does that mean for her? Do you even care about how she feels?”
At that, Regina pushes her chair back and stands abruptly. Mary Margaret’s sure she’s done it now. She’s angered the beast that is Regina Mills and now she’s due to pay the price. Her entire body tenses as she waits for the violence to start, for the angry tirade of words to be lobbed at her, but nothing happens. Regina remains calm. She braces her hands on the desk and leans over it, glaring hard at Mary Margaret.
Then, with a wicked sneer, she says, “No, dear, I don’t care.”
Mary Margaret gasps at the bluntness of that statement, but can’t bring herself to say anything else. She’s too stunned, in spite of already knowing when she came here that Regina held very little regard for her friend and her feelings. It’s still a bit of a slap in the face, to actually hear the words.
“Now leave,” Regina says, pointing to the door of her office. “Leave, and so help me God, Miss Blanchard, if you murmur a word of this conversation to anyone, I will delight in making your life a very miserable one. Do not test me,” she adds, voice low and dangerous, utterly menacing.
Mary Margaret stands and quickly makes her way toward the door, blinking back hot tears that threaten to cloud her vision.
Regina settles into her chair once more, sinister smile still curving her full lips upward as she watches the other woman leave. There’s the smallest hint of doubt though, the barest hint of something akin to guilt that rises up within her unexpectedly, but she pushes it down easily. Pushes it down and suffocates it in the darkness inside her so that it hopefully won’t surface again.