A/N: Hello, dearies. This is just a creative experience. I don't own any char. I've been thinking a lot on the last days and I had to put it down, so the result was this fic and a pretty bad ache on my wrist (I used to handwrite the original story, so it's easier to find mistakes.)

Also, I want to thank Sultry Sweet for helping me with this. She's awesome! If you didn't any of her fics, you totally should!

And a biiiiiiig thanks to my beta and friend spacedementia5, whitout whom my stories would be FULL of mistakes. As I'm doing with College Girl, the beta version will be post after the first versions of the chapters (cuz although I'm trying to, I'm still not very patient.)

Warnings: English is not my first language, so there will be a LOT of mistakes. If you can, please tell me about them and I'll try to improve myself on the next chapters. There will be sex, violence and salty language.

I hope you like it.

Once Upon a Fae

"Werewolf."

The whisper came out of Ruby's mouth full of concern and fear. The woman stiffened in the middle of the station. Nose lifted, shoulders tensed and the corners of her mouth upwards showing white sharp teeth. She growled in a threatening way.

Yeah… That woman was a wolf.

"What?"

"Ruby looked at the Sheriff, suddenly realizing where she was

"Werewolf." She repeated louder. "In Storybrooke."

"What?" Another one?!" Emma stood up with wide eyes. It had been months since something bad had happened, but she could remember the horrible things that used to happen in that little town. Sometimes she wished things were just like before the curse broke… It was shitty, yeah, but at least she had to deal with normal police issues. No wraiths, no mad teenagers trying to steal her son's heart, no dark magic, no werewolves…

"Come on." The deputy grabbed the blonde's wrist dragging her out of the station following the route to Main Street not bothering to take the cruise. The Sheriff followed the other woman without protest – even if she wanted to, Ruby was way too strong to fight against.

Emma almost fell on the sidewalk when the brunette abruptly stopped.

"What the hell, Rubes?"

It was then that she looked at the tall woman beside her and, for the first time in five years, she was afraid of her friend.

She saw the sky-blue eyes turning into dangerous yellow orbs and parted lips showing big sharp fangs. The growl was louder this time and made a shiver run down Emma's spine. She thought how lucky she was for not being the target of Ruby's death gaze. The brunette assumed a threatening pose and green eyes nearly popped out of her skull when she saw how the usually delicate hands were now adorned with big nails and her veins could easily be seen.

Mental note: never get into a cat-fight with Ruby.

Everything happened so fast then that all that the Sheriff knew was that in a second she was standing next to Ruby and in the next she felt the air coming out of her lungs and the pain in her back and head. Something sticky and warm started pooling behind her head and the woman felt slightly dizzy while she watched her friend attacking a man.

The Sheriff thought (correctly) that her friend had pushed her away (obviously a little too hard) to keep her safe, making her collide against a wall.

The fight was so violent and fast that Emma barely could understand what was happening.

The brunette carved her fangs into the man's neck, making him groan in pain before punching his attacker on the stomach. When the woman backed off, he punched her in the face with a perfect jab.

Emma felt the nausea at the sight of blood covering Ruby's mouth, teeth, chin and coming down her neck. The man's shoulder and shirt were also dampened with the red sticky liquid. His eyes were yellow, like Ruby's.

The blonde tried to stand up, but her knees felt like jelly.

The man wrapped a hand around the brunette's neck, pushing her hard against a wall. Ruby gave him a wicked grin before raising her knee to hit the guy's nuts. Hard.

He contorted over his stomach and fell to the ground on his knees in pain.

The tall woman cleaned her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket before walking toward the man and grabbed a fistful of his hair forcing him to look up to her.

"Who are you?" She snarled between teeth.

"Dyson!" A woman screamed.

Well… That answered that question.

The deputy tightened her grip on his hair, smirking at the hiss of pain the man let out.

"Who. Are. You?"

Emma looked at the two women approaching them: one handing a dagger and the other with a sword. They walked slowly in a cautious, defensive way.

Nice. Simply perfect.

The blonde wished she could have a normal day at work. A day that she wouldn't see armed people in leather clothes or fairytale characters.

"We are not here to fight." The woman with the dagger spoke as she slowly put the weapon in the sheath strapped to her thigh then showed her palms to Ruby. "I'm Bo. This is my friend Kenzi." She pointed towards the short woman with purple hair behind her. "And this guy is my partner. Dyson."

"He's a werewolf. What are you doing here?"

"We work for the Ash."

"Who?"

Bo stiffened with the question. A Fae asking who the Ash was… A feeling of déjà vu crossed her mind.

"The Ash. We were informed about Fae activity in this area, so we came to investigate."

"Fae activity?" Emma finally was able to get on her feet. She still felt dizzy and her head ached. Her stomach rolled like a washing machine and she took a deep breath before approaching the group. "What the fuck is that?"

"Ahn…" The woman who introduced herself as Bo had confused written all over her face as she couldn't explain what was going on.

"We are a kind that coexists with humans. Like werewolves, fairies, succubi, vampires…" The man answered still on his knees.

The Sheriff shifted from foot to foot, running a hand through her hair. Great. More creatures from Fairytale Land. Except…

"You are not from Storybrooke." She said in a whisper, eyes wide in horror. "How…?"

"Excuse me. What?"

"You guys have… Magic, somehow. But you are not from Storybrooke." The blonde shot a nervous look at Ruby. Both women widened their eyes with realization.

"And you are Fae who don't know what you are…" Kenzi spoke. Her naturally big blue eyes grew even bigger. "AWESOME! Bo-Bo! They are like you!" The girl with purple hair playfully pushed Bo's shoulders and relaxed a little.

"I'm Sheriff Swan. This is my deputy, Ruby."

"Great. Can you ask your deputy to let Dyson go now?"

Exchanging suspicious gazes with the woman in black leather pants, Emma nodded to Ruby.

The blonde man rose to his feet rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'll have to ask you to come with me to the Station. I think we have some things to discuss."

The three strangers looked nervously to each other.

"Sure." Dyson answered in a deep voice.

Regina studied the group with an unreadable face. She didn't like the idea of outsiders in her town, but couldn't deny she was at least curious about them.

People using some kind of magic out of Storybrooke…

People who didn't belong to the Enchanted Forest.

Emma had called her and explained the situation the best way she could but there were things that were too questionable about all of this. The Mayor wasn't sure what to think yet. She would have to watch them closely before deciding on her next step.

That's why she would invite them to dinner at her house. That wouldn't be a welcome party: it would be a strategy to recognize if they were allies or enemies.

"What exactly are you looking for in Storybrooke?" The former Queen sat on top of the Sheriff's desk with her back turned to the blonde woman.

"We are searching for Fae activity to know if it's something that can threaten our world." Bo started explaining. "You see… If humans find out about us… That would be chaos."

"And I assume that the tracks led you to our little town."

The pretty brunette on leather clothes nodded.

"This place screams Fae." Dyson said. "I wonder how nobody suspected before."

Regina and Emma exchanged a look.

"Actually, we had some problems with outsiders before." The Sheriff answered shifting uncomfortably in her chair as the Mayor pursed her lips.

The man stared at the blonde while an awkward silence grew in the room. It was obvious that they weren't welcome there.

"But I believe you won't give us any problem, am I right?" Regina asked with her best politician smile that meant to be more threatening than understanding.

The second the Mayor stopped talking, a loud crash echoed through the station and everybody looked up to the direction from which it originated. Kenzi looked at them with wide eyes and an "oops" expression on her face as she slowly backed away from the vase she accidentally had dropped on the floor. Ruby bit her tongue to not laugh at that and started cleaning the mess.

Bo sighed and rolled her eyes as Dyson pressed his temples with the tip of his fingers and shook his head. The brunette smiled apologetically at the Sheriff then at the Mayor.

"Aside from that, we have no intention of causing any disturbance. We don't plan to stay very long: maybe a few days to make sure there is no reason for concern and then we'll leave." Bo answered.

"I assure you that whatever you are looking for as a reason for concern here in Storybrooke, you won't find it." Regina answered with a cold smile.

"What are you thinking?" Emma's voice was soft while she prepared the salad. She had offered to help Regina make dinner that night and was trying to start a conversation with the brunette.

Things were getting better between them and the blonde even started thinking about asking the former Queen out on a date. If it wasn't for all the sarcasm and sass Regina used to fill her answers with, maybe Emma wouldn't constantly chicken out and they would at least have tried something.

"I don't trust those people." The brunette answered while checking the sauce.

"I know. All of this is way too weird…"

Regina nodded and sank again into her own thoughts.

"We need to talk with him."

"No. No way!" Emma turned to face the Mayor.

"What other choice do we have, Sheriff?" A perfectly shaped eyebrow raised in question. "In a matter of magical conflicts, he's the one with more knowledge about it. And there's no way I will involve that fairy in this." She sighed before pointing to the blonde with the knife she was using to cut the meat. "Besides, if they are working with dark magic she won't be useful anyway."

Emma licked her lips and shifted her weight from foot to foot. She took a deep breath and shook her head and blond curls waved in a golden ocean around her face.

"I don't like it."

Regina sighed and rolled her eyes.

"I'm not any happier about this than you are."

They locked gazes in silence. Regina was right, of course. And Rumpelstiltskin seemed to be less hostile since their trip to Neverland. The man had killed his own father to protect Henry after all. But still…

Emma took a long sip of the apple cider, enjoying the sweet flavor of the drink on her tongue and the slow burn in her throat. She fixed her gaze on the Mayor's lips.

"How did you get that?"

Regina raised a brow in question.

"How did I get what, Emma?"

"The scar on your lip." The blonde woman tilted her head while the Mayor absently ran the tip of her tongue over the thin mark on her skin.

"My mother." It was the simple answer as Regina turned her back to the Sheriff. Even after all those years, the brunette still couldn't talk too much about herself, about her past. However, now Emma understood that she didn't do it because of distrust anymore. At least not entirely because of it.

The former Queen's reasons were much more deep and complicated. Just like Emma, Regina had endured many awful things in her life. She didn't talk about her past for the same reason why the younger woman wouldn't: the memories were too painful.

The Sheriff curtly nodded, forgetting for a moment that the other woman couldn't seen her. She cleared her throat then turned back to her drink.

"Are we done here? I have some things to do before dinner tonight."

Regina glanced over her shoulder and nodded.

"Don't be late."

"Okay. Do you want me to pick Henry up?"

"That won't be necessary. He's staying at your parents tonight."

Emma gave her a bright smile before she closed the door behind her. The Evil Queen allowing Snow White, of all people, to take care of her son. It was great to see how the things had changed between them. Sure, they still had a long path to walk through, but since nobody had threatened the other's life lately, it was already something to consider.

The Mayor couldn't help the smile that formed shyly on her lips as Emma walked away from her home. It was nice to have the woman around sometimes; even she would never admit it aloud.

Feelings… Regina Mills was never a woman that let herself feel anything but anger, sorrow and power. Not since Daniel nor for anyone aside from Henry. Now, there she was, standing in her kitchen with something tickling inside her and she was just unable to pinpoint what that was. She knew it had been there for a long time now, though. And she knew it was getting bigger each and every time she would spend time in Emma's presence.

That, she thought, was another thing to keep her eye on.

Or maybe it was time for a change. Maybe… Just maybe, she could let herself be happy again.

The thing about hope, though, is that once you lose it, it never gets easy to find it again. Losing love was cruel. After being humiliated by her own mother, her husband, her mentor… All of it made everything even worse. When you lose faith… That's the same as losing yourself.

So now, after all the things she had been through, how could she ever trust anyone?

It is hard to leave your past behind. It is hard to be better when you've seen and lived such misery. She had Henry, though. He was her son. He was the sparkle of happiness in her life. He was what lightened her heart and made it possible for her to change.

She also had Emma.

Regina had changed. She still was trying to change. Every day she fought a war against herself to not let the darkness take over her heart and every night she went to bed worried that she would do something horrible the next day and lose the two people who she cared the most for.

She didn't know what to do.

The mayor looked at the clock on the wall. She should finish preparing the meal and get ready to when her guests came. She would have to think about her feelings another time.

Tonight, though, she was the mayor. She was the Queen.

And she would do whatever it took to protect her town.