A/N: After I posted this on tumblr, an Anon asked me to do a part two- so this is going to be a two-parter. Here's the first installment, enjoy!

Also, feel free to hit me up with prompts on tumblr at mlether1

"Regina?" Emma calls from outside the mansion, "Regina, please answer," she whispers to herself as she continues to knock with one hand while pulling her phone out with the other. She calls the brunette's number, but it goes straight to voicemail. "Regina, please?" says the brunette as she presses her face to the door. Nothing.

She turns on her heel and walks down the path. Halfway down she turns around and looks back at the house for some sign of life, but it remains silent.

The next morning, Emma walks into Granny's for her morning coffee, but suddenly finds herself ill as she sees Robin, Marion, and Roland in a booth happily sharing breakfast. Suddenly feeling her appetite gone, she turns around and starts to walk out the diner when a hand gently grabs her elbow turning her around.

"Emma,"

"Hey, Robin," she says through a forced smile.

"I was wondering if you've uh," he turns around to briefly glance at his wife and son before turning back to the blonde, "I'm wondering if you've heard from Regina. I haven't heard anything since, you know, what happened last night,"

"No, I haven't heard from her,"

"I've been calling her, but she isn't answering,"

"Yeah," said the blonde digging her hands into her pockets.

"Well, let me know if you hear anything, okay?" he says with a small smile before walking back to the booth.

"Yeah…" sighs Emma, "… sure," she whispered as she spun around and walked out the door. She felt happy about reuniting a family, but her insides clenched and twisted as she remembered Regina's face the night before.

Before she knew it, the blonde found herself once again standing outside of 108 Mifflin. Her fist hovered over the door for a moment… what would Regina even do if she saw her? What would she say?

The guilt bubbled up in her stomach and slowly began to creep up her body, and into her knuckles which suddenly found themselves pounding against the door of the mansion.

No answer.

She knocks again.

No answer.

Whipping out her phone she calls Regina a few times only to have it go to voicemail.

Something's wrong, she thinks as she begins to move around the house- peeking in the windows.

The house is dark and quiet. Maybe Regina isn't even home, she thinks.

That night, Emma found she couldn't sleep at all. Looking over at the clock she saw it was just barely five in the morning. It's too early to call, she thinks, even for Regina. I'll just wait a couple hours.

She sat fully dressed on the edge of her bed watching the clock. Right when the digital numbers switched to 7:00, she pressed "call" on her phone. Tapping her knee anxiously she listened to the phone ring twice before going straight to voicemail. She tried a couple more times to reach Regina, to no avail. She pushed off the bed and drove to the mansion.

Sitting in her car, she looked up at the mansion. What once appeared to her as large and daunting, had suddenly grown small and cold like a tomb. Maybe she's not even here, she thinks to herself as her eyes scan the building. No, she wouldn't leave- Henry's here…wait, Henry.

Whipping out her phone she quickly calls her son.

"Henry?"

"Mo…mom?" comes a groggy voice over the phone.

"Sorry, kid, I know it's early,"

"Are-are you okay?"

"Fine, yeah. I was just wondering if you've heard from your mom since, uh… you know," she says as she taps her finger on her steering wheel, her eyes still plastered on the mansion searching for any sign of movement.

"No, I haven't. Is she okay? Did something else happen?"

"No, no… don't worry about it. I'm just going to check on her, go back to sleep, kid. Everything will be fine," she ended the call before she could hear his response. If Regina hadn't even contacted Henry in the last couple days, then something must really, really be wrong.

She ran up the path onto the porch and began knocking heavily on the door.

"Regina!" she screamed to the door, "Regina are you in there?!"

No answer.

She jiggled the door handle to find it locked and began moving around the house checking the windows and the back door. All locked. With a deep breath she concentrated heavily on visualizing herself in Regina's foyer. Picturing every minute detail and expressing her wish to be there, with a sudden churning over her stomach and a whirl of smoke- she found herself exactly where she wanted to be.

Her sigh of relief was cut from her throat as she looked around the foyer. The normally pristine mansion was in absolute ruin. Chunks of furniture, splintered wood, broken porcelain, and shards of glass covered the floor in violent streaks. Bile rose in her throat as she followed the damage into Regina's living room.

Her jaw dropped as she saw the upside down furniture that looked like it had been sliced with a knife. Shredded papers covered the room, followed with more broken glass. Every cabinet door had been flung ajar, its contents in shattered remains around the kitchen and living room.

Then she saw it: a faint glistening of red on the edge of a shard of glass by her feet.

Oh my god, Regina

She ran up the stairs following little trickles of blood as she burst into Regina's bedroom. It was in the same state as the rest of her house, but at this point- Emma didn't care about the ripped up and tossed clothes, her eyes were cast downwards for the tiny sprinkles of blood that she prayed to the gods didn't end in what she thought. Picking up the trail, she followed it to the bathroom door where her breath was stolen from her lungs.

Holding her trembling hand against the door, she feared what she would find on the other side. Gently, her fingers press into the door- the slow creak of the hinges echoing in the bathroom.

"Oh, Regina…" she whispers as she feels tears brim her eyes.

Before her is the shards of the top half of a bottle of whiskey, the rest of it completely drained in the clenched hand of a huddled figure in the bathtub.

"I couldn't get it open," mutters the brunette without looking up. She held the shaking hand grasping the bottle up and Emma saw the large gash in her finger, the source of the blood she had seen downstairs.

The blonde had never been more happy to be wrong in her life. With a small sigh she side-stepped the glass and knelt next to the bathtub- the huddled brunette still refusing to acknowledge her presence.

She reached out her hand, placing it over Regina's trembling fist. With her other hand, she slowly gripped the empty bottle of whiskey, slowly peeling it from the brunette's grasp.

Regina's head whipped around. Emma's heart clenched in her chest as she saw the black smudges of mascara smeared down the brunette's cheeks. Her eyes were swollen and red, the brown color of her eyes polished into a fine black as her gaze tore into Emma's.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed. Emma's nose crinkled as she smelled the scent of stale whiskey on Regina's breath, the brunette's eyes seemed to slip in and out of focus.

"I came to see if you are okay," said the blonde firmly. She gently pressed her hand between Regina's shoulder blades causing the brunette to suddenly jerk.

"Get out of here!" she said, her voice seething with rage, causing Emma to fall backwards onto her back. Regina reached for a bar of soap and threw it at the blonde. "You have no right to be here!" she reached for everything in her reach and began to throw it at Emma who blocked the onslaught of soaps, creams, and containers with her arms.

The brunette attempted to stand, not even being phased that she was completely naked, but fell violently back into the tub, splashing water everywhere. Emma jerked up from the ground, latching her hands onto Regina's shoulders, pulling her out of the water.

The brunette hunched over coughing up the water while Emma gently patted her back.

"You ruin everything," sputtered Regina, as she stared at her bleeding finger under the water.

"I know," said Emma calmly as she surveyed the brunette with watery eyes.

Gazing at Regina's wounded finger, the blonde saw her guilt reflected in the blood, she saw her guilt in the mascara smeared across the brunette's normally immaculate face, she saw it in the way Regina clutched at her sides, the way she hunched and shuttered.

"Regina I…" she began, as she choked on her tears, "I am so, so sorry. I really don't know how to apologize for something like this, but I know that I hurt you. It's something I can't take back, but please let me try to fix it," she looked at the brunette whose eyes had closed.

After a few moments of silence, Regina lifted her injured hand onto the side of the bathtub.

"Help me?" she said. Her voice small and quiet. Emma nodded and immediately moved to a cupboard to find the first aid kit. Holding Regina's finger in her hand, she cleaned the wound and began dressing it. She had never been this close to Regina, and as her rough hands ran across the soft fingers of the brunette, Emma felt as if she could almost sense all of Regina's history written across her palms.

Reaching behind her, Emma picked up the bottle of shampoo that had almost hit her across the head a couple minutes prior. Finding a cup, Emma gathered some bath water and poured it across Regina's dark hair. Gently she began running her shampoo-covered fingers through the brunette's soft locks.

Regina's neck relaxed and her head started pushing into Emma's fingers as a tiny moan issued from her lips. Emma allowed herself a brief, mournful smile before rinsing the shampoo out and reaching for the conditioner. A tiny hand reached out and gripped her wrist.

"Two washes with the shampoo, Ms. Swan," muttered Regina.

Emma smiled softly at the tiny glimmer of the old Regina and did as she said.

After the brunette was all cleaned up, Emma found a pair of silk pajamas and slowly helped Regina into them. Gently she laid the brunette out on her bed and quickly fetched a bucket and a glass of water, placing both by the bed.

Emma smiled sadly as she watched the brunette huddle tightly into the blankets and clutch a pillow to her body. She's obviously lonely, she thought.

Sitting back, Emma double checked everything making sure Regina was set for the night. She bent down by the bed, placing her hands on the side.

"There's a bucket here if you need it, and a glass of water, I'll call you in the morning- don't hesitate to call me if you need anything," she whispered. As she slowly stood up, there came another small grasp at her wrist. She looked down to find Regina looking up at her with pleading eyes.

"Please," she said quietly, "please… stay," she whispered. Emma looked at her in confusion. Did she just hear correctly? But before she knew it, her head was slowly nodding. Regina held the covers up, indicating to the blonde that she should join her.

Emma's eyebrows shot to her hairline, but the brunette wasn't looking at her anymore. Her eyes were closed, but her arm remained upwards, propping the comforter up.

The blonde kicked off her boots and jacket, and slowly climbed into the bed next to the brunette, though a respectful couple feet away from her.

Regina slowly scooted backwards on the bed until her back pressed against Emma's front, and without a second thought, Emma wrapped her right arm across Regina's body.

Nothing ever felt so right.

Regina sighed, and a few moments later her breath became steady as she drifted to sleep.

Emma finally relaxed and let out a long breath before burying her face into Regina's damp hair- relishing the peppermint smell of her shampoo.

She didn't know what would come the next day, but she knew more than anything she's ever known- that right here and now, she was blissfully happy.