(Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon A Time or any of their characters. I'm just a fan looking to have fun and explore the possibilities...)

So, I started this a few months ago, but I wanted to wait until the hiatus to get it going. I only have a few chapters ready to go, but I'm determined to keep Swan Queen positive and strong throughout the summer. Don't look at the finale as a set back, we all go through crap in our lives, but it's what makes us who we are, and brings us to who we're supposed to be with in the end. Stay Strong Swan Queen :) M rated for future chapters of course. I'm thinking this will be around a 20 ch. fic and will do my best to update it at least once a week :)

Regina flung the door opened and chucked her keys across the dining room, not caring if they scratched up her magnificent floors as they skated across the surface.

"And bad people," she mumbled furiously. She was amazed she was able to control herself and didn't strangle the infuriating Savior right then and there at the well. Regina gazed over into her mirror, her heart trying to pound its way out of her chest. She shook her head at her reflection, knowing exactly why she burned the curse and restrained herself as she tried to calm her adrenaline filled body. It was for Henry. Everything she did was about Henry. But how much longer would she have to wait to have her son back with her where he belonged. Regina continued to stare at herself as fiery puddles began to develop in her eyes. Patience was never something that came easy to her and each day she woke up to an empty house made it that much harder for her to resist fully returning to the woman Henry despised; The Evil Queen.

The walk back home from the well was eerily silent. Emma and David were still trying to process everything that had happened, while Henry stayed ahead of them to be alone. Neal was the only one trying to make conversation as they walked, doing everything he could to neutralize the bothersome air surrounding them.

"At least Regina burned the curse." He started, but the only response he received from the group were half smiles and grunts. Once they reached the center of town Neal, realizing there wasn't much he could do said his goodbyes so he could go and check on his fiancé.

"I'll call you tomorrow, ok buddy?" Henry half turned and nodded to him, but once Emma tried to catch his gaze he turned back around.

Once they reached their apartment Emma thought things would being to fade, however, the stillness continued to linger. Their place was empty. David automatically became frantic of Snow's absence and after double checking every room, ran for the door.

"My mom isn't going to do anything." Henry called out before David left, sword in hand.

"Sorry Henry, I can't take any chances, especially when it comes to Regina." And before Henry could protest again, David was gone. Henry rolled his eyes while shaking his head as he headed up the stairs.

"Henry wait," Emma called out after him, but he didn't stop. "Henry."

"What," He snapped back.

"Hey, don't raise your voice like that to me. I just want to talk to you." He turned half way around, but refused to look at her.

"I don't want to talk. I just want to be alone for a little while ok?"

"Ok," Emma replied, not really happy she was giving in, but at the same time, she knew that the last thing she would want was for someone to push her into talking when she asked to be left alone. So, she sucked it up, and let Henry go upstairs to his room.

Emma sat down on the couch in the living area and stared at the blank TV. The pass week was like riding a Tilt a Whirl at the fair. Her head had already been in full spin when she found out that Neal was Rumpelstiltskin's son, revealing to Henry that she had lied to him about who his father was, only to come back home to deal with Cora and Regina trying to kill Gold; Henry's now grandfather. Her thoughts somehow always ended with Regina these days though. She had promised Henry not to use magic anymore, but then her mother showed up, and all bets were off. Part of her was still blaming herself for Regina teaming up with her mother. After all, she never called Regina after finding out the truth about the whole Archie mess, which was one massive manipulative trick orchestrated by Cora, but as she thought back to her first few months in Storybrooke she pushed all guilt aside and grunted.

"Like Cora needed to do much convincing to get Regina back to the dark side. That woman was just destined to be bad."

"And you wonder why she is the way she is." A voice called out from the stairs.

"Henry," Emma jumped up startled. "I thought you said you wanted to be alone."

"I do," he replied hurrying over to the fridge as she walked over to the counter. "But I was thirsty."

"Henry listen."

"No," he snapped again as he slammed the refrigerator door. "You're suppose to be the Savior Emma, that means everyone, not just the people you think deserve to be saved." And before she had a chance to get another word in, Henry jetted up the stairs to get as far away from her as possible. Once Henry slammed his bedroom door, she growled at herself and went to throw the nearest thing in her range against the wall, but was interrupted by David walking through the door with a zombie like Mary Margaret.

"What happened?" she cried hurrying over to them.

"I don't know for sure. She's not saying much." David replied, sounding more panicked than he was when they first got home and found the apartment empty. "I found her outside of Regina's house, and the only thing she would say was that her heart was black now too." Emma looked up at him confused, then returned her gaze to her mother.

"Mary Margaret, what does that mean?" Snow's head began to lift as if it was hanging on by a thin thread, swaying back and forth before she met her daughter's eyes.

"It means my heart is no longer pure."

"How do you know that?" David questioned as he tightened his grip around his trembling wife who would most likely crumble to the ground if he didn't hold her up.

"Regina showed me." Emma and David's eyes met instantly, and before he had a chance to stop her Emma was out the door.

There was a new glimmer of hope in Regina's eyes after she slammed the door in Mary Margaret's face. Snow was already deteriorating and she knew if the precious Snow White were to dissipate into nothingness, everyone around her would fall into the same massive worm hole soon after.

Regina walked into her study with a bit of a skip in her step to pour herself a nice celebratory drink, wanting to soak up every bit of her minor victory after such a painful day. She was halfway through her second glass, when there was a thunderous pounding on her front door.

"Now what?" Regina said, rolling her eyes, but quickly shook away any negative thoughts. She really didn't want this good mood of hers to vanish into nothingness.

"Regina," yelled the frustrated voice on the other end of the door. The Savior, of course, coming to mommy's rescue. Who was she kidding? She couldn't even get five minutes of happiness, let alone a lifetime with the Charming Clan permanently attached to her life. Regina collected herself as Emma continued to pound on the door, doing what she could to conceal her smirk from extending the delay as she opened it.

"Can I help you Ms. Swan?" she asked in a naturally polite tone.

"What the hell did you do to Mary Margaret?" The blonde barked and Regina again rolled her eyes as she walked away, but left the door open so that Emma could finish her rant. "Answer me," Emma went on following her into the study.

"Drink?" Regina asked, unfazed by the rabid approach of the Savior.

"No, I don't want a fucking drink, I want an answer." Regina acted as if she didn't hear Emma's response and poured her a drink anyway, turning with her usual smug smile sprawled across her face while extending her arm with the drink.

Emma glanced down at the glass, nostrils flaring, and snagged it from her hand. At first Regina thought she was going to launch the glass across the room, or worse, her head, but instead the blonde downed it all in one gulp and slammed the glass down on the coffee table.

"Didn't want to wait for the toast I see." Regina said gracefully as she moved over to the small couch.

"Toast to what?

"Why, your beloved mother's heart. Looks like Snow and I are not so different as people made us out to be." Emma let out and uncomfortable crazed laugh.

"You're joking right? You think one bad decision in her life adds up to your countless."

"One?" Regina shot back trying to control the anger boiling up inside her.

"Fine, let's say handfuls compared to your millions."

"Wow, that family of yours loves to throw their own spin on the stories of our past don't they? No wonder you hate me."

"I don't hate you Regina." Emma replied, stunned by her own words. "I just don't particularly like you either."

"That much is obvious, but I should have been kidding myself when I thought there was a glimmer of hope the night of the party at Granny's. Why on earth would the Holy Savior ever like or give bad people like me a chance?" Emma looked as if she was going to protest at first, but then turned and made her way toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Regina questioned causing Emma to turn back around to face her. "Didn't you want me to tell you how I know your mother's heart developed a black spot?"

"It doesn't matter." Emma responded sadly. "It's not like you'll give me a straight answer, and I'm too tired to play your pathetic mind games." Emma again went to leave, but for some reason Regina followed.

"She begged me to kill her." She yelled as Emma made her way down the walkway.

"She wouldn't do that." The blonde replied facing her once more.

"Then how else would the both of us know that her heart had darkened. She came to my doorstep, wanting me to end her life, and I almost did." The words left her mouth without her permission.

"Until you realized that by her living with this new information would end up torturing her more, giving you more satisfaction." Regina stared at her with a blank face, taken back by how quickly Emma came to the truth of it all. "You forget Regina, I know you too well."

Emma started to walk away again, but glanced over her shoulder once more.

"Great job changing by the way. Henry would be so proud." Then the Savior picked up her pace and left as quickly as she had arrived. Leave it to Emma Swan to destroy her lovely high, and every lonely, depressing feeling that took over Regina's mind and body when Henry first left returned as she closed the front door, shamefully making her way up the stairs to bed, before the sun had a chance to set.