A/N: Day 7 is trapped together! This will be a continuation of the last prompt. Rated T.

Emma stood in front of the mausoleum, staring at the large stone catacomb looming before her.

The shooting had destroyed her emotionally, made her breakdown. Every night, as she cried herself to sleep, Henry would crawl into the bed and whispered into her ear, "She'll wake up. She won't leave us."

And Emma wanted to believe him but the boy had the heart of the truest believer. He was overly optimistic. Regina had been in a coma for weeks and everyone began losing hope, including her parents.

Emma had visited the woman every day, combing her brown hair and holding her thin fingers as she pleaded with the comatose woman to wake up. One night, she turned on the TV that was hung directly in front of Regina's hospital bed. The medical program claimed that people in a coma could hear what was going on around them and that being told to fight or being given incentives could help them wake.

So Emma leaned into the brunette's ear, tucking away strands of greasy locks, "Gina, you scared me so bad that night. You were so pissed at me and you still came to my rescue. I need you to open your eyes so I can show you how much I love you, Regina. I can't… without you I can't feel anything. My heart feels so empty. Please."

She then punctuated her speech with a small peck on those chapped lips. She expected a burst of light and Regina's eyes to burst open with a relieved gasp, like she had seen a handful of times.

But that never happened. Regina deteriorated as the days went on, with Whale spewing medical terms at them about an infection that had caused significant damage to the brain. Regina was brain dead.

And Emma cried until it felt like her throat would bleed from the screaming, the agony. Whale advised the removal of life support. Emma advised him to leave before she ripped out his vocal cords. Snow sobbed, pushing her daughter towards the door, seemingly tired of her anger during such a depressing event. Emma didn't heed the warning, listening in as Charming dealt with the details.

"While her curse was fairly thorough, she did not think of medical situations such as this. We need her next of kin in order to decide what happens next."

"Her next of kin? Henry's the only one that…" Charming trailed off, cursing under his breath, "Henry… he's going to be devastated."

"I know this is a tough time—"

"Do you?" Emma roared, her eyes wide with fury, "Do you fucking understand that I just lost… my best friend is dead."

The blonde's anger dissipated to absolute desolation. She thrust her back against the wall and slid down onto the linoleum, "My best friend… Regina…"

Charming swallowed thickly, his own eyes glossing over, as if the situation had finally hit him. He blew out a shaky breath before turning to Whale, "Are you telling me that I have to go call my seventeen year old grandson to tell him that his mother is dead and that he needs to make decisions for her? Is that what you're telling me?"

Whale raised his hands in surrender, "I'm sorry, truly. But Henry is the only person that can legally make these decisions, such as organ donation, if she wanted to be buried or cremated—"

"Just shut the fuck up," Emma whispered softly, her voice void of malice, "Just… Henry is just a boy. He's going to be so… shit!"

The blonde grabbed onto the plastic bench next to her and squeezed until her knuckles turned white, "I make the decisions, got it?"

Whale opened his mouth to protest but Snow lifted a hand, stopping the doctor in his tracks, "We live in a magically manipulated town where dwarfs mine and Red Riding Hood waitresses. I'm sure you can let Emma make these decisions instead of a young boy. And I know Regina… I knew her… She wouldn't want Henry to do this. She'd want Emma."

And so Emma decided: No organ donation, burial with her parents in the mausoleum, and to not allow anyone to witness when the removal of life support. The inner queen would not want anyone to witness her weakness moment, especially her son and former stepdaughter.

Emma seemed stable, for the most part, all throughout the funeral preparations. She picked and arranged flowers, magically expanded the mausoleum so that the Mill's family could rest side by side, and even wrote a speech.

She and Henry delivered eulogies that afternoon and because of Regina's redemption, it was to a large crowd, almost the entirety of Storybrooke. The processions went off without a hitch and Emma managed to be stoic until she closed her bedroom door that night. Only then did she cry until her eyes and lungs burned, sobs wracking her body. She felt her heart constrict painfully, knowing that her life would always feel dull without the woman she loved.

For a moment, as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her glance landed on a bottle of pills her mother took for back pain and she imagined swallowing a handful so that she could reunite with Regina once more, so that she could tell her everything that had been left unsaid, inexperienced. It was strange because Emma was not a religious person, quite opposite in fact. She supposed any idea or mythology that lead her back to those chestnut eyes and blinding smile would be accepted.

But no, she had Henry, who was angry with her, who blamed her. In reality, Emma blamed herself as well. If she had just went to dinner with Regina instead, if she had just ignored Morgan le Fay, if she had just…

If she had just been a better friend, Regina would've been sipping apple cider at Mifflin, not lying lifeless in a mausoleum.

And everyday, after her shift, Emma went to the catacomb and sat by the stone enclosure, staring at its intricate door and the inscription above it. She would reminisce on the night Regina had punched her, the nasty words she spewed at the brunette, and would whisper as she cried, "You are worth it."

She never ventured inside though, fearful of what lingered in those walls, knowing the vault had become like a second home to the older woman. She was afraid of catching a whiff of Regina's perfume or seeing a photo of them together standing proudly on a shelf. She was scared of breaking down.

But one night, she had a dream that Regina was alive and sprinted to the vault, praying to any and every deity that when she when inside, the tomb would only consist of Cora and Henry, not her Gina. The blonde rushed in, hoping beating against her chest, not noticing that the door clicked when she walked past.

Emma felt dread in the pit of her stomach when she saw that Regina was right there between her parents. She turned angrily, wiping tears from her cheeks, and tried to pry open the door, only to find it locked from the outside. She roughly kicked the door, "Fuck!"

Emma lifted her hands, pulling her hair ferociously, wanting the pain to distract her. She released with a huff, looked upward, and pleaded, "This isn't funny, Regina, okay? You know how much I hate this place."

She looked at the stone that had the brunette's name carved on it, giving it a hard glance, before walking over to it and placing her palm on the cold lid. She squeezed her hand into a fist and lightly bounced it against the stone, "This should've been me, ya know? I was the idiot. I let you down. That bullet was meant for me, not you, and I'm so pissed at you."

Emma let out a sardonic chuckle, "You're probably thinking I'm an ungrateful bitch, right? Yeah, me too."

The blonde pulled out her cell phone, magically giving herself service, and dialing her mother. As she waited for Snow to pick up, she rubbed the slab and smiled, "Let's see if the two idiots can help me out of here, huh?"

In her mind, she could imagine Regina's amused smirk and twinkling eyes. She shut her eyes and let the image take over, chuckling as she thought of what the brunette would say.

"Emma? Are you alright?" The blonde sighed, hearing the desperation in her mother's voice. She looked down at Regina's placard and shook her head, feeling tears gather in the corners of her eyes.

"No," She whispered, "I'm locked in the Mills Mausoleum."

"The Ma—Emma, what are you doing there during the middle of the night?"

"Please… just come get me out of here." Snow sighed, obviously displeased with being woken at three in the morning. Emma found she didn't really give a damn, not when her best friend was in the coffin right next to her. Her mother hung up and Emma dropped the cell into her jacket pocket, zipping it up.

She leaned onto the slab, pressing her cheek against it, "I miss you so much. You have no idea. And Henry, he misses you like crazy. He's angry with me and I get it. I'm angry with me too."

Emma sighed, frustrated at her inability to form the sentiment she felt. She tried once more, "You… You were the better mother, you know? You scolded him for being late and fed him peas and helped with algebra. You were the mom. I taught him how to give a signal while snooping and how to eat a bear claw without dirtying the shirt you pressed for him. I was the friend. And not that you're not here, I just doesn't mesh, I guess. He wants me to solve formulas with him and yell at him to brush his teeth, but I don't do that. I don't know how. I need you to be here because… it will always feel like there's an empty spot at our table, in our hearts, in our homes. It just isn't… a family without you."

The blonde took a shaky breath, "I'm not the Emma everybody loved without you. Henry's not the excitable optimist without you. Snow isn't amusing without you. Charming doesn't seem as idiotic without you here to point out his mistakes. There's something missing. You're missing… and I started to feel hopeless and I want to leave. I want to run. But this time, I want to run to a place where there is not return. I don't know where you are but I want to be there. I don't want to live anymore. I'm fighting this feeling for Henry, I really am. I'm just struggling right now."

Emma allowed her eyes to slip shut, her hands moving slightly, feeling the smooth rock below her heated palms, "But the thing I hate most about this is the what ifs and the things I never got to do. I never got to ask you out on a date or ask you to marry me or make you pancakes on your birthday or just lounge in bed all day. I never got to say I love you, not the way I wanted to. Not while you're bleeding out or in a coma, but on a beach or under the stars. I know you're probably thinking I'm such a loser for being so romantic but I also know that deep down you'd love every minute of it."

"I still want to do those things and that hurts so bad. I've read through every spell book and they all say the same thing. Death is irreversible. But I'm never going to stop searching, Regina, because I never give up on the ones I love. I'll find a way and we'll be able to do those things. I promise."

Emma lifted her head, propping her chin on the lid. She clumsily toyed with the edge of the nameplate before tracing the letters. She heard her parent's truck pull up outside and straightened herself out, making sure to wipe away her tears with her sleeve.

The bell above the shop door chimed and Rumple turned to see The Dark One waltzed in. He shelved the object he had been shining, giving the blonde his full attention.

"Hello, Ms. Swan. How may I assist you?"

"I need help."

"Yes, I got that," He frowned, taking in her disheveled appearance, "Are you alright, Sheriff?"

"Is there a way to bring her back?" Rumple didn't need clarification. The Sheriff had been sulking for weeks, spiraling into a depression so deep that she put Snow's time after Cora to shame.

"Well, dearie, you know that death cannot be undone. Maleficent was a magical death and therefore gave me power to reverse it. Regina died at the hands of a woman and her pistol," He watched, intrigued, as Emma's features dimmed considerably. He jolted when a thought came to him, "However…"

Emma's eyes widened with hope, "Yeah?"

Rumple lifted a palm, asking for a moment to collect her thoughts. He tilted his head, "Zelena perfected her time traveling years ago. It is possible for you to go back to that night and… change things in your favor."

Emma felt a silver of hope bubble in her chest, "Would that work?"

"Well if you did manage to save Regina, history would rewrite itself. You would be the only one to remember this version of events." Emma couldn't stop the choked sob that was released from her lungs. Rumple had been her last hope. She ran out of ideas, spell book pages, and magical items days before. She had been gaining the courage to ask the former Dark One what he thought but she worried that if Rumple had nothing to add, she would truly be at a dead end, her hope crushed, her promise broken.

She smiled for the first time since she had been trapped in the vault and leaned over, giving Rumple a dramatic kiss on the cheek, before running off, "I never thought I'd say this Gold but you're a lifesaver."

She landed with a thunk onto the alleyway concrete. She groaned loudly, feeling loose rocks dig into her back and elbows.

"Emma?" The blonde snarled automatically at that all too familiar voice. She turned and gazed at Morgan, a fire burning in her veins. The woman looked the same, wearing that gaudy black dress, boots, and necklace. Emma knew that in the original timeline, Morgan was gearing up to put the cuff on her so she needed to act fast. She just wasn't sure what to do. Her first instinct was to kill the bitch, make her die a painful death. But she knew she couldn't. That was not how she wanted to start this new life.

"Morgan," She growled and watched the fearful confusion in those familiar eyes. Emma called forward her dark magic and sent a blast of energy at the woman, sending her flying into the brick wall of The Rabbit Hole. Morgan dropped from the air and landed on the floor, unconscious and limp. Emma jumped up from the ground and walked over to the woman, taking her metal cuffs from her waistband and placing them on Morgan's wrists. The pistol and magic cuff were removed and thrown into her red leather jacket. She conjured some rope, tying the woman's feet together and to the cuffs. She then sent Morgan to one of the cells at the station.

Only then did she release a relieved breath, her hands shaking, before sprinting toward Mifflin. As she ran, the wind blowing against her face, a smile overtook her features. She would see Regina, alive and well, after months of missing and yearning for her. She moved quicker, her agile body running on adrenaline. Her lungs and calves were burning but she couldn't think of anything but those beautiful brown eyes.

The white house came into view and Emma let out a childish laugh. Just as she started up the pathway, the front door opened and Regina hurried out. The two almost collided but Emma caught the brunette by the waist, bringing their faces close, their noses caressing. Emma beamed, taking in Regina's features and revealing in the life she felt emanating off of the brunette.

"Emma, I was just going to—"

"I know," Emma closed the space between them, sealing their lips soundly. Regina let out a startled moan, her fingers tangled in blonde hair, bringing Emma closer. She pulled back and chuckled when she saw the lust clear on Regina's face, "God, I've missed you so much."

She felt her eyes sting as Regina quirked a brow, "It's your fault, Emma. You ignored me and treated me horridly! You chose her over me several times and I—"

"I'm sorry," Emma breathed, her excitement too high to be dampened by Regina's frustration, "I'm an idiot. That has been well established. I should've never left you behind or made you feel like a second choice. Regina, you will always be my first choice. I will never make that mistake again. You're worth it. I love you so much."

Regina eyes widened, a small, hopeful smile appearing, "You… you—"

"I love you." Emma said it with such certainty, her tone leaving no room for second-guessing. And it was genuine. The blonde had lived without Regina and she never wanted that ever again. Regina searched emerald eyes.

The brunette lifted her hands to cup Emma's cheeks, "I love you too, Emma."

The blonde finally felt an intense relief flood through her as Regina leaned back in for another kiss. Emma smiled into the lip lock, her fingers running through silky brown hair. And she held on tightly because this was her happy ending. She wouldn't let Regina slip through her fingers.

Because Regina was worth it.

A/N: Well, that's it! Swan Queen Week is over! This was my first time participating and it's been … strenuous. I can't wait to read the work of other's. Let's hope for an amazing season for Emma and Regina!