A/N: Omg. Did you guys watch the season 4 premiere?! That scene! That scene! In the Mayor's office! The knee hugging scene! I won't say anymore, but you better know what I'm talking about! Near the end! THE FEELS WERE REAL! TOO REAL! It made me fangirl.

Anyways! Here's chapter 3. If you guys wanna talk about that premier with me, you can drop me a PM!

Enjoy the chapter!

"W-wait. Regina, please. Please wait!"

She moved to her knees, her head touching the marbled floor. She had to do it. She had no choice. This wasn't her lover, this was the Queen. And the only way to appease the Queen was to give her what she wanted...for now.

"I'll do whatever you want, anything! Really. So please put that fireball away. I'm not really that great as ash," she'd try to buy some time. If she couldn't convince Regina not to kill her, then she'd have to use light magic which would only have the Queen question her even more. She had no choice. There was no way she could accomplish anything with this Regina. She needed the sundial and she needed to go back farther into time.

The Queen raised an eyebrow as she stared at the blonde. "You're going to tell me about the future. Every single detail. And then, I'll decide what to do with you."

Emma gulped. She was so screwed. Major changes to the future were more than likely inevitable at this stage. She knew that if she was in Storybrooke right now, Regina would have killed her ten times over.

"Y-you know, that's not really a good idea. If you knew about the future, things would change, a lot. To the point where some people would cease to exist. Do you really want that? Heh..hehe..." She gulped once more, as beads of sweat crawled down her back.

"Does it look like I care?" Extinguishing the fireball in her hand, with a flick of her finger, Emma was now floating a bit too high for comfort.

"Come on, Regina! Be reasonable!"

"Oh, I'm quite reasonable, peasant who has yet to give me her name," she responded cheekily as she looked up at the woman she was making float.

"You never asked!"

"I am Queen. I do not ask. I command."

"Well you never commanded! Regina, put me down!"

The Queen was getting irritated, Emma could tell as veins were threatening to pop from her forehead.

"It's YOUR MAJESTY!"

She yelled out as she dropped her finger, causing Emma to fall very rapidly from the ceiling.

"Stop! Stop! STOOOOOOOOP! YOUR MAJESTY! YOUR MAJES-" She stopped right as her body was going to hit the marbled ground, which more than likely would have caused her to be squished to death. Letting her fall gently on the floor, Regina walked towards her getting down on one knee and lifting the blonde's chin up with her finger.

"That's much better," she sneered. "Now, your name?"

"Emma Swan," she whispered, looking away. Regina's gaze was making her feel...strange. It was as though butterflies were in her stomach and she couldn't understand why.

"Well then Miss Swan, I think it's time for you to tell me all about our lovely future together."

But before Emma could utter a single word, a huge wave of exhaustion hit her. She couldn't understand why, but all she suddenly wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep. As darkness began to envelop her mind, all she could think of was Regina, her Regina.

"I'm back," the exhausted mayor let out as she slumped into bed with her satin top and black slacks still on, joining Emma.

"Hey, rough day?" The blonde replied through her reading glasses, as she turned to look at her lover.

"Some of these citizens are going to be the death of me, I swear it. Those dwarfs. Oh god, those dwarfs. I want to set every single one of them on fire," she yawned out.

Placing the laptop on the bedside table next to her, Emma moved the bed sheets to let Regina in. She then opened her arms to welcome the older woman into them. Regina slowly moved and rested her head on the blonde's chest. "I missed you," the Queen whispered, being rewarded with a gentle kiss on her lips.

"I missed you too. I hate it when you have to work overtime. You should be able to leave whenever you want!"

"Yes, well, I can. I just find it more efficient to get work done as soon as possible," she spoke, not moving her head from its place. Though Emma did have smaller breasts than she did, Regina found them unbelievably soft and comfortable, to the point that she would often use her lover's chest as a pillow.

"You're such a workaholic!"

"Says the person writing up police reports in my bed."

Emma let out a huge 'Oops, you caught me' grin. "Don't mind me, Sheriff. You have work to do," Regina whispered as she closed her eyes, moving her head a bit to the side so that Emma had room to do a bit of work on her laptop.

The blonde, thankful for the consideration, lifted her right leg up enough to place the laptop on it for support. Using her other hand to cradle her lover, she placed a kiss on top of her head and went back to typing away with one hand. It was a bit difficult, but she didn't mind. Feeling Regina's warmth, her even breathing, her quiet mumbles. She was so grateful for what she had.

Though they had started off on opposite sides, and though Regina had found countless ways to make her stay in Storybrooke a living hell, they had fought the odds and had fallen in love. Emma herself couldn't even believe how much Regina had changed. But then, she reckoned that the woman in her arms at that moment was the real Regina. She had always been there, but Cora had sealed her away. Daniel's death had locked the good person Regina had been. Instead, she was replaced by a borderline copy of her mother, deep down, always fighting with herself. Always trying to figure out the right from the wrong, the selfishness from the selflessness.

Emma loved this woman with all her being, and though Cora was no longer around, she could never forgive her for all the pain and suffering she'd put her own daughter through. Regina didn't deserve any of it. All she had wanted was for her own happily ever after and it was ripped away from her by someone who should have supported her. So Emma hoped, Emma wished that she could give Regina the happily ever after she deserved. Because if anyone deserved even an ounce of a happy ending? It was Regina.

Closing the lid of her laptop, she put it on the bedside table. Removing her glasses, she blindly placed them on top of the lid. Shutting off the lamp, she turned around to be closer to her lover, one hand on her head, the other on the small of her back, bringing them closer to each other as humanly possible. Having Regina in her arms was more than likely the best feeling in the world. Her lover was a drug, and Emma was addicted. She placed a kiss on her lover's head as she closed her eyes and let sleep overtake her. She was as happy as could be, and given the peaceful look on Regina's face, she knew her lover was as well.

She grunted as she opened her eyes, an ungodly headache overtaking her.

"Damn it, Ruby. Did you add more shots? I told you Regina doesn't like it when I'm drunk," she shook her head, slowly getting up on the bed. Looking around however, she quickly noticed that she wasn't anywhere in Storybrooke.

"Oh, right. Well, shit," she cursed with a sigh as her headache intensified.

"Aha! I see you're awake!" A very familiar, very annoying voice let out as she turned to look at them.

Yep. She was right.

"Rumplestiltskin..."

"Oh my. She knows me! I feel rather popular all of a sudden!" He cackled manically. She did not miss seeing this version of Mr. Gold, that much was obvious.

Her eyes made contact with the Queen's, who simply looked back to the imp. "Well? Will you help or not?"

"Give me the sun dial! Hehehe!"

"Out of the question. Do you even know what it's for?"

"Quite frankly, if this lovely lady is saying the truth, then I won't be much interested in it will I?"

"Then why on earth would you want it?"

"YOU want the truth. You don't believe blondie over there. And given her mind could be full of biases, that!" He pointed to the sundial, "That! Can tell us if she's saying the truth or not!"

"I don't trust you."

"Oh but my dear Regina! You don't need to trust me! You can do it yourself! If you do in fact exist in the future of hers, you'll be able to tell if she's saying the truth or not!"

"And how exactly?" She was skeptical. You never trusted the Dark One. He always had something up his sleeve.

"If what she's saying is in fact true, then we can assume that she used your future self as the catalyst to come here. Which means the sundial had to pierce you and absorb your blood."

"So you DO know what this is?" Regina seethed. She hated how the imp made things unnecessarily cryptic and complicated.

"Yes yes, details details. Anyways! Pierce your finger on the sundial and you can be temporarily transported to your future self's body."

"Are you out of your mind?!" Emma roared as she got up off the bed only to be too dizzy and fall back down. "You...You can't do that! Do you know how much of the future would change if you SAW your own future?!"

"Because you being here isn't affecting the future as we speak?" The imp giggled. "Dearie, what kind of person do you fall for? A donkey? She seems pretty stupid."

"Mind yourself, Rumple. I am not in the mood for games," she looked to Emma who was staring right at her. She had a different look than earlier. A look of longing. Regina knew that look all too well. Nostalgia.

"You dreamt of something."

Her eyes widening a bit, the blonde looked away. She missed Regina so much.

"Not a dream. A memory."

"Well then, we can use that!" Rumple exclaimed as he stole the sundial from the Queen's hand and walked towards the blonde.

"Give that back! It's mine!"

"Actually, Your Majesty," she looked at the Queen, "It's mine. Your guards took it from me, and I'd appreciate having it back." For some reason, she was once again having a hard time keeping her eyes open. What the hell was going on?

"Aha. Dearie, how often have you been time traveling? I hope you know it's not good for you! Honestly, you might as well force us to drown memory potions now given how much you've probably tampered with every- Oh. She fell back asleep. Huh. How boring," he sighed in disappointed, as Emma had in fact fallen back asleep.

"Ignore her, and give me answers."

"Your answers lie with her actually, so I think you might want to brace yourself for whatever you're about to see."

He took the sundial and placed it in front of the Queen, waiting for her to pierce herself. "Don't worry. Even if you behave differently, you won't be changing anything over there. You're viewing something that's already happened, ironically enough, however, as a participant. It'll be fun! Now, sit down on the bed. I don't feel like carrying your dead weight body once you fall asleep."

Rolling her eyes, she sat next to Emma's sleeping form. She pierced herself and as her blood mixed with that of her future self's, she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Opening her eyes, she noticed that she was not in her palace anymore. In fact, she had no idea where she was. It was a very strange looking house if you could call it that. She looked around, noting it was relatively big, and very very white. Was this supposed to be her house? Having inspected the lower floor, she realized that her body was extremely exhausted for some reason. That's when it came to mind to look at herself. Viewing her clothes in a large mirror, she was surprised. Did the future really have such odd clothes? They were comfortable that was for certain, but so, so different. Irrelevant, she thought. She needed to figure out what was going on and to confirm whatever that Emma Swan woman had said. She just couldn't believe that she would have fallen in love with a woman. As she began to climb the stairs, she took note of the pictures hanging on the walls. They were of the boy the blonde had shown her on that odd contraption of hers. Once at the top of the stairs, she noticed a very familiar blonde woman in the picture, with her and the boy, all sitting on a bench together. She raised an eyebrow. Maybe she wasn't lying after all.

But that didn't mean she'd just accept it and move on. Once on the second floor, she looked around and starting opening a few doors here and there. One was a bathroom, the other an empty room, she found storage, a huge closet. She went to another door and opened it up only to notice it belonged to someone. A young boy she reckoned given the colors of the bed sheets and the overall feel of the room. She guessed it belonged to the boy in the pictures. But it was empty. She wondered if the boy was still around.

Getting to the last door in the hallway, it was partially open. She pushed it forward a bit more and saw Emma Swan in the flesh. She was still blonde as ever, in a tank top, her lower body hiding under the bed sheet, some weird contraption being balanced on her thigh

Raising her head from her computer screen, Emma looked to her lover.

"Hey, rough day?"

The Queen nodded, unsure of what to say.

"Come here," the blonde replied, patting the bed, as she closed the lid of the laptop and placed it aside.

Regina cautiously walked towards the woman. "Where is the boy?" She whispered awkwardly, unsure of how to say it without raising suspicion, even though the imp had mentioned to not worry about it.

"Henry? He's at Mary Margaret's for the night. Said he wanted her to help him with his homework."

Regina simply nodded once more.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Hmm? Ah, yes. My apologies. I'm just a bit tired."

"C'mon. Get in bed."

"Ah, I should change into my nightwear," she eyed around the room, only to be swiftly grabbed by her waist and pulled to the bed.

"Oooooor, I could just take them off for you," the blonde grinned through her glasses.

"H-how uncouth of you! Get your hands off of me!"

Emma raised an eyebrow as she wrapped her arms tighter around her lover, "What? Babe, you okay? You're speaking like you're in some medieval era..." And that's when it hit her. "Oh crap. Are we role playing the Evil Queen and the Savior? Hmmm, I don't really mind, but you look a bit too tired for roleplay."

"What on earth are you talking about?! Unhand me this instant, pleb!"

Emma's eyes sparkled. Regina really wanted to play, didn't she? Pushing her down on the bed, she quickly jumped into position, hovering on top of her. "I don't get it. The things you say and the way you look are too different things. Regina, are you okay?" Her lover looked extremely exhausted, barely being able to stay awake. So why was she acting all weird?

"Babe, if something's wrong, talk to me," she moved off of her, going back to her previous position. "Come on," she patted once more as Regina simply looked at her. The older woman nodded for the third time, but this was incredibly slow, almost unnoticeable. She rested her head on the blonde's shoulder, however the savior quickly brought the woman's head to rest on her chest. Emma turned around to face her, bringing their bodies as close as possible to each other, one hand on her lover's head, the other resting on the small of her back.

"I'm here, Regina," she whispered. "No matter what is bothering you, you can always talk to me. I will never leave your side, you know that, right?"

The woman merely muttered, "Mmm," as sleep was slowly overtaking her. It was odd. The love she felt...it felt stronger than what she'd had with Daniel. It felt more real, more raw.

"I love you," the blonde whispered, causing silent tears to fall from the dark haired woman's eyes. Those three words...She hadn't heard those three words in a very long time. Her mother would whisper them, but they weren't real. Cora was always selfish, only caring for herself. But this, this was different. It felt so...real. So truthful. The woman holding her really did love her. She couldn't understand why. Regina knew full well that she no longer had any redeeming qualities. Maybe her looks, but this woman wasn't shallow. She had seen something in Regina. She had given her a chance, and that's all she ever wanted apparently.

"I love you too, Miss Swan," she replied very quietly as Emma snickered, "You really are acting weird tonight, haha."

She opened her eyes and looked around. Rumplestiltskin had vanished, though strangely enough he'd left the sundial with her. But she didn't much care for the imp at the moment. Looking next to her, she noticed the blonde still sleeping. On top of her lay a single piece of paper that the Queen took. There were only three words inked on it, 'True Love's Kiss'.

What on earth did that mean? Looking at the peacefully sleeping woman, she noticed that she was not in fact peaceful. Her blonde hair was sticking in parts to her face as she had begun sweating. Her hands were gripping the sheets tightly, as though trying to break free of something. She was having a nightmare, and for some reason, Regina knew that she couldn't just nudge her awake. This woman was an idiot, that much she had established. But there was some force drawing her to the blonde. Something she couldn't explain. Was it that dream she'd had of the future? Was it the woman's touch? How her words had found place in her heart? She had no idea. But what she did know was that Emma wouldn't be waking up on her own anytime soon.

She placed her hand on the whitened knuckles. They had a strange calming effect on the woman next to her, whose thrashing stopped. The Queen felt as though her body was moving on its own. She used her free hand to gently move some strands of blond hair off of the sleeping woman's face as she slowly brought their lips together.

It took all but a mere instance. Emma gasped awake, startling the Queen who tried to recompose herself. The blonde looked to the person who had just kissed her. Regina was looking away, a clear blush on her face. She seemed pretty out of character which was odd...But at the same time, incredibly cute.

"Hey," Emma whispered, and that's when she realized it. She didn't feel tired anymore. She'd had no idea what that sudden exhaustion was, but all of a sudden, it had vanished. Was it Regina's kiss? Did true love's kiss cure whatever was wrong with her?

"Emma," Regina let out quietly as she turned back to look at the resting woman.

Her future self was happy with this woman, she knew it. Whatever Emma had done for her, she didn't know. But it had to have been huge enough to cause her to change. So if Emma in the future had in some way given Regina her happy ending, she could do it in the past too, couldn't she? The Queen was unhappy. Deep down, she was incredibly unhappy. And she had to be honest with herself. She had no idea what she had seen in this woman. From the little time she'd spent with her both in her current time and in the future, nothing was all that special about Emma Swan. And yet, and yet. There was something drawing Regina to her. She knew. Regina knew full well that this woman would die for her. She didn't deserve it, she knew this. But she didn't care. This woman loved her. Someone, aside from her father, actually loved her. She'd make the most of it. She'd get her happy ending right then and there!

She moved on the bed, blanketing herself over Emma. She hadn't bedded anyone in quite a while, so towering over a potential lover was exciting.

Emma didn't push her away. She simply looked at her with interest. What had happened to mellow the Queen out? Did it matter though? The kiss that woke her up reminded her so much of home.

"Your Majesty," the blonde let out breathily, Regina slowly leaning in. As their lips touched, the Queen knew. Emma Swan belonged with her.

A/N: That's the end of that. Hope you enjoyed. R&R is appreciated. Until next time!