I shouldn't be starting a new story. I have others that need to be finished. But I was in the mood, so it happened anyway.

TRIGGER WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

This will eventually be a SwanQueen story, though I do not know how far it'll go.

Please remember that English is not my first language.

This is a short introduction to the story.

A car accident.

A car accident, of all things.

A stupid car accident.

Oh, the irony. She has wronged many people over the years. She has killed. She has destroyed families. She has done so many bad deeds that she would not have been surprised that someone would want to take their revenge. She almost would have preferred it this way.

But no.

It was a car accident. A hit-and-run.

And now, her son, her baby boy is lying on a cold table in the morgue of Storybrooke's hospital. He will not wake up, not this time. The medical examiner won't let her see him. She yells in anger, screams in agony, cries so much that she can't see anything, can't hear anyone, can barely breathe. The doctor is firm: she is not allowed to see him for now. She knows what they will not tell her. It must be bad. The impact of the car killed him instantly. There was no pain, the medical examiner said.

There was no pain. There was no pain.

And her little prince probably looks a mess. Disfigured by the sheer force of the impact. Broken bones, perhaps missing limbs. Not a pretty sight.

Regina doesn't know how long she remains seated on the floor, in a hallway of the hospital, unable to move. She's completely unaware of the people around her. The world has stopped spinning.

She is lost. She is alone.

And she will likely never live again.

They sedate her. She is hysterical when she barges into the hospital, demanding to see her son. She punches a nurse and doesn't even feel any pain in her hand. She grabs Whale by his collar and shouts in his face. She wants to see her son. She needs to see him.

It's too late, they tell her. Her son is gone.

He is never coming back. Not this time.

But she refuses to believe them. The kid is a fighter, he is her son, and he is strong.

They say it was a car accident. The driver didn't stop. It doesn't matter what it was. It doesn't matter. She just needs to see him, hold his hand, tell him everything will be alright.

She is told that it is not possible for her to see her kid. There is nothing she can do; True Love's Kiss will not bring him back.

Emma loses control and she lashes out, at everyone, at everything. Her screams are interwoven with pleas and tears, and it takes four grown-up men to restrain her long enough for a nurse to give her a sedative.

They lay her down on a bed and call her parents. She feels drowsy but the ache in her heart prevents her from falling asleep. She wonders if she will ever be able to fall asleep again.

Her baby is gone.

She feels nothing but pain. She is a prisoner in her own body. She knows this pain will never go away.

She hurts. She drifts away.

And she will likely never live again.

Yeah, you've been warned, this is going to be a sad story-lots and lots of angst, anger, sadness, rage, etc.

Let me know what you think!

OTH-FOQ