Summary: Regina Mills is used to having everything done her way. She controls every little detail that goes on in her life and the lives for straight lines and even numbers. Her world is suddenly taken by storm when she meets Emma Midas, another teen struggling with her own demons.

Chapter Five: Sleep tight

"Emma-"

Regina gasped at the sight of the blonde face down in the dirt, immobile.

"EMMA!" She screeched, crawling on her hands and knees to the girl, hoping and praying to find something that indicated she was actually alive. Her scream must have done the job because the blonde groaned lightly and shifted, her face moving to the side smeared in mulch. Regina glanced down at herself and noticed much like Emma she was covered in the damp dirt like substance, but found that was the absolute least of her worries. When she decided to run into these woods, the furthest thing from her mind was tripping over an unconscious teen girl. She had no idea what to do, and she knew she didn't have the strength to drag Emma and herself all the way back from where she had come from. Her only hope was that someone would stumble alongside them much like she did the younger girl. Using the little bit of energy she had reserved, she managed to turn Emma onto her back and prop her head up using her bag that was a little bit away from where Regina could only assume she had fallen at.

Biting her lip at the frigidness of Emma's cheek, she down and observed their surroundings. The area surrounding the blonde's body was heavily disturbed , almost as if there had been a struggle of some sorts. How had Emma fallen? Why was she out here alone? Did she hit her head and why wasn't she regaining consciousness? Would she die?

These questions went in full circle as the sun descend and the cold began to set. She noticed Emma began to shiver, and she didn't hesitate to unbutton her pea-coat before laying it over the teens prone body in hopes it would help. At least if she was shivering that meant she was alive, right? She lost track of the time around the same time her nose started to drip uncontrollably. Storybrooke was known for its unpredictable weather so she wasn't too surprised at exactly how cold it was actually getting. Still as her eye lids grew heavier she fought the urge to close them, which proved to be in her favor when she heard a familiar voice yelling her name. The dull glare of a flashlight shined on both of them, and Regina had never been so relieved to see the man ever.

"REGINA!" Rupert yelled, trying to locate his no doubt panicked step daughter. His heart seized when Zelena had informed him that the brunette had gone into his study looking for him only to run out. The pamphlets him and Cora had looked over had never been put away, and he could only imagine what the brunette had assumed before bolting. They had waited two hours for her to return, knowing she didn't like to deviate from her schedule too much, and when she hadn't returned they turned on the gps for her phone.

"R-Rumple" Regina called out in a hoarse voice, using the childish nickname she had given him when they first met and she referred to him as an 'imp'.

"Goodness dearie! You've given me and your mother a heart attack!" Rupert chided gently, coming down the slight slope and faltering when he saw the prone form of Emma.

"What in Gods name?" He gasped, whistling for the rest of the small search party. Sheriff Frankenstein Whale was the next to follow him down, followed by several of the deputies and volunteer fire fighters.

"Did she hurt or attack you, Regina?" Gold questioned , just as the Sheriff came up behind him. The man gasped at the sight of his niece before rushing over to her side.

"No, of course not. I tripped over her, she was already out here." Regina mumbled as she was wrapped in a thick wool blanket before being scooped up. She could no longer fight the pull of sleep.

A few hours later:

Regina woke up in the pediatrics ward of the hospital, feeling warm and fuzzy as the saline drip re-hydrated her body. Her hand came up to wipe her face, and she found that she had very little control over the limb when it smacked painfully into her cheek, the finger pulse hitting her nose causing it to sting.

"How are you feeling, dear?" Cora looked at her youngest child worriedly, from the foot of her bed.

"Fine. What on earth am I wearing?" Regina's nostrils flared at the sight of the hospital gown.

"It's new, I made sure it was sterilized before they put it on you." Cora responded, catching brown eyes that were so like her fathers that it almost was physically painful to look at.

"...Thank you." Regina replied warily.

"Where is Emma?" Regina questioned, her mind going back to blueish chapped lips and the shivering body.

"I'm assuming she is on the same floor. You both were experiencing hypothermia when you were brought in. Thankfully yours was only acute, so you will be getting discharged today. Ms. Swan might be staying another night." Cora answered, watching her daughter sag in relief. The reaction confused her.

"Has she woken up yet?" Regina questioned, bringing the bed into an upright position, before looking at her mother expectantly.

"I have no idea, darling. I have yet to leave your bedside unless it has been to relieve myself. What is the sudden concern with this girl?" Cora raised an eyebrow at her youngest child.

"I didn't know it was a crime to be concerned when you find someone unconscious, Mother." Regina snarked, watching her mother reel back.

"No of course not." Cora replied, not wanting to set the brunette off again.

"I want you to leave." Regina stated firmly.

"Pardon?" Cora seemed affronted by the demand.

"I want you to leave. Go back to your precious home, with your perfect daughter and replacement husband and just leave." Regina glared at her mother, watching the woman's eyes harden.

"Rupert is not a replacement for your father! He will never replace him, but he has tried his hardest these past few years and you have not made it easy for him." Cora started.

"Oh come off of it! Did you think I was to jump for joy? My father died only six months prior to you getting remarried and before taking everything else from me! What did you expect me to do?" Regina spat, watching her mother suck in her breath.

"Your father is gone, he was gone-" She was cut off by the girl.

"Yes and you didn't even allow him time to grow cold before you were already whoring yourself out the next man. Funny how you heal like Wolverine when the bank account is big enough." Regina replied in a flat tone, watching the blow land full force and her mothers face falter.

"How dare you-" She was cut off for the second time.

"Yes, how dare I? How dare I speak the truth? How dare I not be normal enough for you! How dare I not wish to be immediately institutionalized so that you can feel better about your failures as a mother!" Regina mocked, watching as tears glistened her mothers eyes before she let her mask fall into place.

"Once you are to be discharged, a driver will escort you back home. I tire of this conversation." Cora grabbed her $600 dollar purse before strutting out of the room before she lost control of her emotions.

"Typical." Regina huffed by was glad the older woman had left. Now hopefully she would be able to locate Emma without the third degree.

It was ironic that she was so exhausted, especially given how much she had slept in the past 24 hours. Her mouth was extremely dry, and she was waiting on someone to bring her Gatorade and her kindle. Her parents had yet to come into her room, instead they were outside discussing her with her primary doctor and her therapist. She watched Archie Hopper hand her mother a packet of papers and her father throw up his hands in anger. They were yelling by this point, the sound coming through the bottom of the closed door.

"There isn't a single good reason for her to be instutionalized! There is nothing wrong with her!" Her father argued, the statement causing her heart to beat just a bit faster.

"You agreed that I would be making the bulk of the medical decisions from here on out, Victor!" Her mother responded.

"I thought you guys meant pills, not this fucking bullshit!" The vein in his forehead was pronouced now. Archie spoke to him softly, but whatever he said didn't go over well.

"Don't sit up here and act as if you know my kid, because you don't!One session with her and you think you're some sort of expert and you are able to diagnose her?" Victor scoffed.

"The decision was already made, she will be going here in two weeks. I've already signed off on the papers." Ingrid replied, watching something change on her husbands face.

"I'm not going to stick around and watch you do this. That kid has already been through enough, but enough is never enough with you is it?" He hissed, watching her flinch before walking off. Her mother simply turned and rushed into her room, surprised to see her daughter up and awake.

"Emma, honey, how are you feeling? Do you want something to eat or drink?" Ingrid rambled.

"You're sending me away." Emma stated, watching her mother open and close her mouth before looking down at the papers in her hand.

"It wouldn't be permanent. It's an 18 month program. Once you finished you can come home or go to school, whichever you choose." Ingrid responded

"I always knew you would send me away eventually. Like a broken toy you want to return to the store." Emma mumbled, looking down at her sheets.

"That's not true!" Ingrid defended.

"Oh but it is. You think you can send me to some behavioral clinic like you did when I was thirteen and I'll come home and behave more like Kathryn, more like the daughter who you brag about and not the one you keep in a closet." Emma chuckled dryly

"Emma stop it! I don't want you be like Kathryn-" Ingrid was cut off.

"No, you would rather I be dead. At least that's what you told Aunt Helga." Emma shot back.

"THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID! DON'T YOU EVER!" Ingrid shouted, startling the girl in the bed before she stopped herself.

"I never said I wish you had died! I said the little girl that I once knew, died in that car accident. You completely changed Emmalyn, its like you stopped caring about everything and everyone. You lash out with your words and actions when things don't go your way, not caring about how it could affect anyone else!" Ingrid was crying by now, as she let out all her frustrations.

"You can't keep comparing me now, to a six year old me! I'm a fucking teenager, but heaven forbid I do anything typical for someone my age then all of a sudden you're back to blaming dad and the accident for it! Just stop and shut the fuck up for once! You always think you know everything, but you don't know shit!" Emma hissed out.

"I can't deal with you like this. The moment you come off of that medicinal marijuana you turn into a typical junkie! You get down right nasty!" Ingrid shook her head before turning to leave.

"A junkie? Please, that's rich coming from the alcoholic! People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones!" Emma shouted after her, catching a glimpse of a brunette before the door closed momentarily. It reopened several seconds later and she watched as the Mayors kid snuck into her room.

"Why are you wearing that? Doesn't seem to be your style." Emma joked, her eyes landing on the clear Gatorade in the brunettes hands.

"Yes well I wasn't exactly given a chose in attire , Ms. Midas." Regina bit out, her eyes bouncing around the room, before she went around fixing things that seemed to be out of place.

"You're acting extremely OCD right now, but whatever...Whatcha gonna do with that Gatorade?" Emma licked her lips in anticipation. She looked up to see a blushing Regina.

"I brought it for you, the nurse just outside the door said you should drink it. However it seems to be just a bit too cold for you to fully enjoy it. I would suggest letting it warm up another two degrees or so. It should only take seven minutes given the temperature of the room." Regina rambled, blushing even harder.

"Oh shit, you totally are OCD!" Emma exclaimed wide eyed, watching Regina shift uncomfortably.

"Hey no need to be embarrassed. I know you can't help it...I'm epileptic and I can't help it either. Looks like we both have things that are completely out of our control." Emma revealed her secret to the brunette, watching her eyes narrow.

"Is that why you were unconscious when I found you? Did you suffer an attack?" Regina questioned.

"One, we call them episodes not attacks. I don't have asthma or nothing...well I do but that's neither here nor there. Two, you found me? I was in the woods, isn't that a little dirty for you?" Emma raised an eyebrow.

"Yes well, let's just say I really needed to get away." Regina replied looking out at the window.

"Well next time you feel like running away, just ring me first so I can join you. Hopefully its before my mother decides to ship me off to fix me of my issues." Emma rolled her eyes.

"Your mother is sending you away to?" Regina gasped.

"Must be a prissy rich bitch thing to do." Emma answered looking at the brunette out of the corner of her eye.

"I suppose so...she left after we got into a disagreement." Regina continued.

"I swear she must be Ingrid's twin. Adults preach about maturity but as soon as they hear something they don't want to hear, they try to shut you down and end the conversation before running." Emma snorted

"I can't be institutionalized, I'll die in there...or murder someone." Regina joked for what felt like the first time in a long time.

"Well." Emma yawned as her eyes start to flutter sleepily.

"Whenever you want to run, just hit me up."Emma mumbled before she started to drift off much to her dismay.

"I may just take you up on that, Ms. Midas." Regina mumbled, watching the blonde fall asleep before she took the Gatorade from her grasp and set it on the table beside her.

AN: I fixed the Ms Swan/Ms Midas thing. Its supposed to be Ms Midas, sorry lol. I'm writing around 15 fics right now and I alternate between the two depending on the fic and I got confused. Thanks for pointing it out!