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“C’mon…[i]c’mon[/i]! Light damn you!” 

Regina slammed down the small, unlit candle onto the table in front of her and buried her hands into her hair in frustration, tugging at her roots as she let out an agitated groan. How was she supposed to get Mason back if she couldn’t even perform the simplest of spells? 

It was sheer luck that psychotic woman in the sheriff’s station had instead agreed to make a deal with Regina rather than rip out her heart, and at the time (she could only assume that it was out of fear) Regina was willing to make any sort of deal for her life, but as she looked back on it now, she had no intention in bending to the will of Dr. Faye Stevenson [i]or[/i] that dubious false prince. Gold may have always honored his end of the deal, no matter how twisted or unexpected it was, but Regina had no such reputation.

After a few fuming moments, Regina let go of her hair and picked up the candle once more, focusing all of what she had left in her to summon the magic back into her blood, but as she stared down the unlit wick until she started to develop a headache, she realized that it wasn’t going to happen, not tonight. Angry with Gold and puppet strings he pulled to bend the curse to his will, but more importantly angry with herself, Regina stood and hurled the candle halfway across the room, only stopping when it hit the wall head-on and chipping off a small triangle of paint.

A sudden knock at the door caused Regina to jump. There weren’t very many people that would be knocking on her door this time of night, and of those people none of them wanted Regina alive. Regina flexed her fingers, hesitating for a moment before going to the door. She had nothing to hide, she refused to hide. Regina opened the door and felt her jaw nearly drop to the floor as a pair of small arms rushed into her to wrap around her waist.

“Mason?” Regina tried pulling away the boy so she could get a good look at her adopted son, but he clung to her tighter once he felt her trying to pull him away.

“I snuck out, the window didn’t have any screens or anything and I snuck out.” Mason sobbed into Regina’s chest, hugging her tighter still. “I went to the sheriff’s station, but no one was there. I knew they couldn’t keep you in there very long, you haven’t done anything to stay in trouble.”

Regina had to settle for running her fingers through the boys mess of brown hair, feeling her heart beginning to warm once the initial realization that her midnight visitor was in fact, not there to kill her.

“Come inside Mason, you’re home now and everything is okay.” Regina ushered the boy inside and shut the door, making sure to lock it up tightly. She'd have to call someone in the morning about the damage the left door had undertaken earlier that day, and couldn't think of a better person than a certain fireman for the job.