AFTERMATH - Greg/Gina
Prior to leaving Regina had entertained the notion of removing her heart. Removing it so she could feel no remorse for the lives that could be lost in this. To be completely emotionless and have no weakness. Like her mother before her. But then Henry’s face came to her, followed shortly by Greg’s. She couldn’t follow through then. They were what kept her grounded even when she screwed up royally. Instead she would fight. Fight for a life in this world that was free of Lucifer, fight for hope. A hope that she would remain here with the love that she’d found. A love that she had given up on ever experiencing again - after losing Daniel and fleeing from Tinker Bell’s gift - because who could love her? Regina wasn’t sure that what she and Greg had was true love and she wasn’t prepared to put it to the test. Or to even bring up the topic in front of him. What she did know was that they did love one another and expressed it in their own special way. For her, that was more than enough.
As she walked into her home she breathed a sigh of relief. The fight was over. Lives had been lost. But they’d succeeded. Her body felt completely drained of energy as if she’d collapse any moment. Not surprising considering the strain that her magic had gone through that day. Never before had it been pushed and pushed as much as she had today. Regina had even laid aside her pride and taken orders. And now all she wanted was to rest. Later she’d tend to her bruised body or let Greg handle it. He was a doctor after all and the only one she trusted to tend to her if need be. The ache from when her head hit the ground was painful but that too could wait. So, on autopilot she walked towards her room. Glanced the short distance to the door that remained closed. Gaia’s room had remained untouched since the Roman woman had been sent home to die. As it would continue to be until such a day came that the woman returned.
With her bed in sight, Regina didn’t even bother to kick off the shoes she was wearing, before falling into it. Wincing when she landed none too gently on a bruise. Her hands reached out for the pillow Greg used and pulled it close to her. Breathing in a scent that was all him and before long her eyes drifted shut. For the first time in days she could rest and rest she did.