Hello there you lovely people.

Right, so first of all i guess I need to make an apology, because it has literally been months since I last updated this and I know I promised I would. As you all know, I was in a pretty horrific accident last year which resulted in me taking some time out of basically everything. Weeks passed and it looked like I was on the mend. Sadly that was not the case. There were some complications...a lot of complications. I guess that's what happens when a car hits you at 60mph. Anyway, it seems now, months later, I'm in the all clear (fingers crossed). I'm back at work, able to do some exercise, and most of all, feeling creative again.

So here goes, second time lucky huh? This chapter is very short because I basically forgot some parts of my plan for this (blame memory loss from the accident yeah?). But the events that happen in this chapter were always part of the plan, and this is just a little piece to introduce some elements.

So for those of you that might still be sticking around, I hope you enjoy this, and I hope to see and hear from you all as this continues :)

peace out x

Emma stopped in her tracks, they were only a few metres away from the front gate of the Mills house. She felt dizzy and her body tingled with pin pricks all over. What the hell was that?

"Emma?" Regina asked, concerned...and slightly confused.

"I just..I don't know what it was. But we were just here I swear! And my mother...she saw us..saw us"

"Saw you what?" came a familiar voice.

Both women turned to see Mary Margaret approaching, right on queue.

"Oh god" Emma whispered. How did I know that was going to happen? Part of her thought she was dreaming, but the feeling that ran through her body was enough to tell her that she is very much concious.

"Emma are you okay?" Regina whispered this time, out of earshot of the approaching Mary Margaret.

"I'm fine...fine" Emma said, forcing a smile on her face to greet her mother who was now only steps away.

"What's going on?" she asked, looking the two women over.

"Nothing..nothing I just thought I had seen something that's all," Emma said with a brush of her hand. She didn't know what that was but she didn't want to make her mother any more concerned, she already had enough to think of.

Regina thankfully stayed quiet and didn't broach the subject again.

"Mary Margaret, where can I find my son?" Regina asked, changing the subject.

The smaller woman turned her attention from Emma to the brunette, "he's asleep..in the truck. He's too heavy for me to carry."

"I've got it." Emma said, already making her way over to the parked truck.

Mary Margaret held the passenger door open as Emma wrapped her arms around the sleeping boy, slipping him out through the door.

Regina led them to the house and Emma made her way straight up to Henry's room, placing the boy down on his bed. The mumbled voices Regina and her mother talking downstairs echoed through the house. She took this opportunity alone to simply watch Henry as he slept. He looked so peaceful, so innocent. Emma drew strength from this moment. She knew they had a big fight ahead of them, it was always the case here in Storybrooke. But the thought of any harm coming to her son, her innocent Henry, that was enough to spur her on. No matter what darkness descended upon them, the good will always win. Something Henry always believed in...and she will always believe in him.

After tucking Henry into bed and giving him one last kiss goodnight, Emma made her way back down the staircase into the foyer.

Regina and her mother ended their discussion upon her arrival, and after giving Emma a hug goodbye, her mother exited the mansion. It all seemed a bit sudden and Emma should have been more concerned by Mary Margarets awkward departure, but she was too tired to focus on that right now.

"Are you going to tell me what happened out there?" Regina asked, stepping closer to her.

Emma didn't know what to tell her, she didn't even know what that was.

"It was like Deja vu. We were stood right there, where we were. You kissed me, and then my mother interrupted us."

Regina smirked, "I think that may have caused Mary Margaret a stroke." Regina said with a laugh.

"Maybe I'm just paranoid. But something about it just..I don't know, it felt real." Emma wanted to laugh it off, say it was nothing. But she'd be lying if she didn't admit that it worried her.

Regina must have notice Emma's reluctance to joke about the situation, reaching out and linking her fingers with Emma's. Emma looked down at their intwined fingers, squeezing slightly to acknowledge the other woman's gesture.

"We can talk about it if that's what you want?" Regina said, her voice changed just like the mood in the room.

Emma looked up to the other woman, her gaze lingering on those brown eyes. She gave a tired smile "there's lots I want to talk about, Regina. But right now...god I'm exhausted." Emma let out a sigh.

"That's okay. We can talk another time."

Emma was grateful that Regina was being so understanding. She wanted to stay, wanted to just be around Regina, she liked the way she felt when Regina was near. But then there was the other pressing matter. Her two missing people. A pirate lord who seems to have slipped in from another dimension. And the fact that she has no clue where to start with find either of them. Just another day in Storybrooke.

"My car's still at the station, but i'll just walk back to the loft. I could do with the walk I think."

"It's getting late, and we both know it's not exactly safe out there, Emma."

"I'll be fine," Emma squeezed the brunettes hand again, "anyway, i'm the sheriff, nobody messes with me." Emma was unable to keep a straight face as she spoke. Regina still smiled, even though Emma could tell she was worried. Emma pulled the other woman closer, slipping both arms around her waste. Regina brought her arms up, wrapping them around Emma's shoulders. The closeness sent a warmth over her, and her body was tingling again, just like before.

"I'll be fine," she said again. "I have my gun, and I do have magic remember...I just haven't quite figured out how to use it very well yet."

Regina smiled again, shaking her head before bringing their lips together. It was a short kiss. Quick, but the passion was still there.

"Be careful, Sheriff."

"Of course, your Majesty."

Regina scoffed and playfully nudged Emma in the direction of the door.

With one last 'goodnight', the door to the Mills house was closed, and Emma started her journey back home. Thankfully it was a clear night with only a slight breeze. The quiet helped also, Emma had a lot to think about.