The Dark Curse has been cast, Regina has won…

It's been a year, a year since she has won, and a year since no one had tried to tarnish or taint her happy ending.

Her happy ending… She blinks into her feelings of void.

Why did she feel so empty? Everyone was at her command, she was Mayor.

The wolf girl was nothing but a harlot, her Grandmother a nobody, Gold? Out of her hair;

and Snow… Snow was a simple little teacher, and had no clue of whom or where her dear prince charming was.

She should feel nothing but bliss. This is was suppose to be her happy ending.

But then why… why did she feel so empty? Revenge was supposed to be sweet and fulfill her, but all she felt was repetition and void.

Loneliness…

Everyone worshiped her, or feared her…

There was no in between.

She had no…

She had no Daniel, no Mother, and no Father… just loneliness.

All she had was her revenge, but revenge was nothing if she had nothing.

She swayed her hips past the townspeople and away from their possible pity towards her current state, till she finally found an isolated bench near the town's park.

She angrily sat and crossed her legs, letting her mind be her company.

As she sat in her thoughts of loss and loneliness, her memories storm up a thought.

A child… a memory of a faceless child…

Her nemesis's child…

She took that from Snow… Snow took everything. She took Daniel. She took all the possibility she could ever have of conceiving her own.

After Daniel's death and her imprisonment of a marriage to the king, she instantly threw away any thoughts of a child. She could barely stand his hand on hers, let alone the nights they shared in his bed.

And after the night he took away the only thing she had left that was hers… she knew she could never carry Leopold's child. She would only see the king… the pig that stole her virginity and begged for more every night. The Pig that she was never meant to be with… the pig she was forced to be with.

But now, now that she is alone, alone and away from her mother, and those "heroes", all she could think of now was a child. A child she could call her own, and not let anyone take what was hers.

A child who would listen to her speak, someone who could see the real her, see her as anything but an Evil Queen or Mayor… but a human being, a human being in need of love, a love that she would never deny back.

Rumple…

He would know how…

How to get her new happy ending…

(Gold's Shop)

"New York, Dearie." He replies with impatience.

"You need to go to New York and find your new happy ending." He states, staff in hand.

"To get a child, my child?" She asks with caution and hope all in one.

He sternly walks to her and hands her a piece of paper, information and hope in his hands.

"It's a location, the location to your happy ending… an Orphanage where you will surely find it."

But before she can take it he takes it away and whispers in her ear.

"This one is on me."

She glares at him suspiciously.

"Why?" she glares harder.

"Let's just say I've put you through enough and that I know what it is like to have a child… No one should be denied that." He almost gently grabs her hand and places the paper in her grasps, his head facing down.

She doesn't say thank you, not a word.

How could she? After everything he made her do. No, she'd helped him long enough making him forget what horrible things he did in his past.

Besides, whatever memory's he thinks he has, will soon be gone. No one remembered their past, and that was torture enough for her so called teacher. He'd soon feel lost and be Mr. Gold… the town's pawnshop owner.

She turns around sharply and walks away… heels echoing in Gold's shop, not seeing his face turn up with a grin.

"Good luck Dearie."

(New York, two weeks later.)

"Regina Mills, Mayor of Storybrooke." The man in a suited tie smiles contently.

"So is this the child for you?" He says, placing the papers in front of her gently.

The baby stretches her soft gentle hand, reaching for Regina…

"Yes, I believe she is…" She whispers, grabbing the outstretched little hand into hers.

She feels that familiar warmth reach her chest... her darkened chest.

"Emma." She whispers.

"Yes, Mayor Mills… Emma Swan." He nods admiring the connection he sees.

"My happy ending…" she turns and smiles at him, reaching for the nearest pen.