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The Doctor was in shock, freshly regenerated, and reckless. It was easier to hurtle through space and time like a bull in a china shop than think about what she had just done, and she didn’t plan on thinking about anything for a long, long time. Instead of the flames she had left behind, she focused on the gold flames still lingering at the ends of her fingers, and the flames inside the TARDIS.

She paused.

Fuck, the TARDIS is on fire. 

It should have alarmed her more, but the Doctor could feel nothing but adrenaline, and all this did was make the chaotic ride more fun. She didn’t know where she was, what she was plowing through, or where she would end up, but all that mattered was that she was speeding away from what had been Gallifrey. On the TARDIS viewscreen, things were changing, and she made note of it, feeling nothing.

“Ah. There’s some land.” 

Then the TARDIS crashed, throwing her against the floor with the force of it. The Doctor nearly blacked out, but she forced herself back up, trying to regain her bearings. The adrenaline was gone now, replaced by the guilt and dread she had been trying to escape. Flames flickered inside her TARDIS, and the Doctor pushed herself up to the console, flicking some switches.

“Time for a new desktop theme. I’ll leave it to you.” It was all too tempting to let both herself and the TARDIS die here, but her love for the ship made her walk out the door so the TARDIS could repair itself. Her own life was worth nothing, but that wasn’t the TARDIS’s fault.

     Storybrooke would never know any peace. The past few years had proven that and the most recent events were crazier than any before. Emma had barely found a moment to herself since it was discovered that the Evil Queen; pure evil as she never had been, was alive and breathing. Her mind was clogged with strategies and plans that could possibly pull them out of this mess. It didn't help that they also had the Hyde situation to deal with, but perhaps she could kill two birds with one stone. So far she wasn't having much luck, the pressure of being saviour weighing down on her, and the blonde planned on having a much needed drink that evening. 

     "Hey Regina." Emma's voice was little more than a sigh, the exhaustion clear as she stepped into the Mayor's office. “I still got nothing.” She felt beyond frustrated. “She’s one step ahead and everything I think of to defeat her sounds stupid.” Shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket, Emma lifted her gaze. “I’m going to grab a few drinks later, do you want to join me?”

She glanced up at the mirror again and jumped. No, she wasn’t alone. There was a second face in the reflection, one that looked oddly like her own. She turned, half expecting to find nothing there, to find herself face to face with a taller version of herself, one with dark makeup and her bodice cut scandalously low.

This had to be all in her head. This wasn’t possible.

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The werewolf howled and moved slowly towards the house. By the time it had reached the front door everyone was screaming and crying for help, salvation or whatever else the humans were praying for in those moments. She has never paid much attention because she was letting her wolf out and she cared about her hunger. Not about some humans. Pathetic little creatures that were too weak to compare with the power she had. 

The light was dark but thanks to the moonlight they could see the light, almost golden, fur of the tall creature. It’s green eyes could be spotted easily even without any light around. Granted Emma considered herself an average at size werewolf, but for all human she was a head taller at least. 

A redheaded woman dared to cross her path desperate to save her life and willing to give any prize she deemed fit. A smirk appeared on Emma’s muzzle and she agreed. She had smell a maiden somewhere around the house at which the woman gladly offered her her own daughter. Strange were humans and she swore she could never understand them. Giving their little ones for an exchange for their lives and well being. That was something the wolf could not do. Especially when she was in heat and her mate was proven to be barren. Emma needed mate to produce heirs and this virgin smelled like the right one.

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Emma turned out the engine of the bug and let out a sign. Everything was becoming too much for her and she needed a place to stay. And since her parents’ apartment and Hook’s ship were out of the question she chose to be alone in her bug, close to the shore. It was sound and somehow calming. Although her mind was racing and it wasn’t calm in her head. 

“Fuck.” She hit the steering wheel and a blast of magic erupted from her fingertips and bumped into the front windshield. It wasn’t that powerful to break it but it was enough to startle the woman. But what if they trace her by her magic? It was always like this when she was being emotional and yet it was never connected to Hook. Somehow it was all connected to Regina and that scared the blonde even more. 

And right now she was at the outskirts of Storybrooke almost trying to escape her own messed up feelings. But there was no escape. They’ve been there in quite a while and Hook’s proposal for anything more than kissing just made them surface and hit her hard in the face.

In that moment, when he asked for more, she couldn’t imagine letting anyone but Regina’s magical fingers on her skin. She brushed off the idea of having his arm and hook holding her hips, pulling her towards him. Sure she was the Evil Queen but she has made her into the strong woman she was today. Sure, she was Snow’s step-mother, but Regina was not related to her by blood. The age difference wasn’t a bother too for her heart which skipped few beats every time green eyes laid on the brunette or for her stomach which was doing flips every time Robin was near her. 

But she had no right to say anything, not she had the right to continue things with Hook now that she was aware of her true feelings.

Her thoughts were stopped by a tap on the window and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She bumped her head at the ceiling of the car which reminded her that she should consider another one. Rubbing the top of her head she turned and saw Regina, hovering. 

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Yelena realized it might have been a better idea to meet her new roommate in person before she had moved in, but she was desperate for the other half of the rent, and the woman seemed reasonable enough on the phone. She seemed a little reserved, but that was fine with Yelena. Yelena was fairly introverted herself, and it would be easier for both of them if they didn’t bother each other.

Regina Mills was to move in today, so Yelena was hanging out waiting for her to arrive. Once she got there, Yelena would help her with boxes, but in the meantime, she had a meal of Spaghettios to enjoy - straight out of the can. She hoped Regina wasn’t too persnickety, because cold Spaghettios were the best kind. Finally, she heard a knock on the door.