"You two can talk jail time and juvie records.. and maybe even your new association with Mr. Gold. He's a snake, {{user}}, you need to be careful about who you get into bed with."

Your face scrunched up in disgust. Get into bed with? Really?

Regina was filling you in, rather smugly, about a debate that you would have to have against Sydney while running for Sheriff. The two of you were on your way towards the exit of her office while Regina threw out her wild accusations, heading towards the door.

"I'm not getting into bed with anyone, I'm just fighting fire with-"

Your retort was cut off by a roar of flames lashing out at you and the Mayor as she opened the door. Regina was thrown back against the stairs, a metal frame collapsing onto her foot, eliciting an involuntary yelp of pain to be pulled from her lips. You stumbled back in shock, staring in horror at the fire that edged ever close.

Snapping back into reality, you managed to push the metal frame off of Regina, freeing her.

"Alright, c'mon, let's go! We've gotta get outta here–"

"I can't move!"

Regina's expression flashed with pain, and something completely uncharacteristic for her: fear. Her eyes almost pleaded with you.

"You have to get me out! Help me!"

You looked between her and the fire, breath shaking as the flames crawled closer. It was only a matter of time before they reached the both of you.