Hello everyone, this is a story I just started to write because I wanted too. I tried to look for all the mistakes I made, but it is late and if I missed anything, please excuse them. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, I'm hoping it's any good. Please review and tell me what you think (: Thanks for reading!

-Kelsey

"Charming, how on earth do you think I can help in this situation?" Regina Mills questioned her former enemy's husband. His desperation for help would have made the Evil Queen in Regina flourish, but with these now updated feelings, she felt slightly annoyed and questioned why they would need her help. She glanced over her shoulder at the small blonde child sitting against the wall in her foyer, she was barely five years old from the looks, but her size made it seem she was much younger.

That small blonde child whose hair started out perfectly straight, but curled a few inches from the bottom, was Emma Swan. Once an annoying pain in her ass, the daughter of her former enemies, was now an allia, and also in the mindset of a six year old.

Charming came to her with Emma slugging behind him, mumbling words unheard by anyone around her. She had a strong attitude, even though she had never spoken, and her hair was a curly mess, clearly knotted and unbrushed. When Charming instructed her to stay still, she glared up at him, boy if those eyes could kill, Charming would be long gone, Regina was sure.

"We've never raised a child before,-" He started, but Regina gave him a questioning look.

"Do you know have an infant back at your stuffy apartment? What am I supposed to do." Regina shook her head at the man in front of her.

"Exactly, an infant, we haven't gotten a chance to even figure him out, now with this, we have no idea what we are doing! Snow is lost, I am lost, she's got a violent tongue, that little girl over there." Charming had explained to her that Emma had been practicing some smell to turn an apple back to a seed, but it backfire on her, bouncing off the apple and onto herself. A puff of smoke appeared and as it disappeared, Snow and Charming began to see the figure of a small girl, now dressed in a pair of dirty jeans and a t-shirt that was covered in holes. She believed her social worker dropped her off to her new foster family, the Charmings.

"And what am I supposed to do with this information?" Regina replied, holding back the urge to reply that they indeed did not know what they were doing.

"Take her," He said, watching as Regina rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to talk. "just for a little while, we are going to talk to Gold. Just a few days. We were with her for a few hours trying to get our Emma back, she's convinced were crazy and hasn't missed the chance to snap or insult someone, even Neal. Please Regina, we have no idea what we're doing, even with an infant." Regina sighed, again looking behind her at the girl who had moved onto picking a scab on her elbow. She would be in better hands with Regina than she would be with those idiots.

"Fine, I will take her, you owe me, Charming." Charming's face showed his relief and he walked towards the small girl, who looked up at him with looks that could murder a small village, the Evil Queen would have been astonished with this girl.

"Emma, you're going to stay with Regina now. She's going to take you in for a few days until we get you back to normal." Charming said, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. Emma growled softly and pushed his hand off.

"I am normal, you freakshow!" The angry little girl shoved him away and turned, her face only being seen by Regina at this point, who saw the small childs angry tears as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"I'll see myself out." Charming stated blankly and Regina watched as he walked out of the room, towards the front door. When he was gone, Regina turned back around, walking towards the small girl.

"Emma?" Regina asked in the gentlest voice she could conjure up, she knew at this point, six year olds were hard to handle, and knew how to approach this, since Henry was this age not to long ago. She didn't touch the girl, but bent down in front of her to be eye level with the girl who looked up at Regina with sour eyes.

"My names Regina, I know how you feel, those people are real rude huh?" Although her choice of words was not usual for Regina, she wanted to make the little girl trust her.

"Yeah." She mumbled, sitting up a little straighter as she looked the woman over, and looked around her surroundings. Fancy house, this woman, Regina, wore heels and a tight skirt, she knew the type, she knew friends who got adopted by women like her.

"How about I get you a snack?" She asked the small girl, extending her hand towards the girl. Regina watched the girl stare at her hand, looking up and down at the woman in front of her. Regina gave the young girl a smile as she took her hand. She walked towards the kitchen with the little girl holding weakly onto her hand.

Inside her lavish kitchen, Regina motioned for the little girl to sit down at the island while she figured out what for her to give the small girl for a snack. She settled on some raw baby carrots she had in the bottom of her from when Henry wanted them a few weeks ago. She placed a few on a small plate, grabbing a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water. Although it was glass, she hoped the girl would be able to use glass.

"Here you go." The little girl looked up from her hands and took a carrot from the bowl as Regina placed it in front of her. Regina watched as the girl quickly ate, watching the ground as she ate. They sat in an awkward silence, Regina watching the clock and Emma eating with her eyes trailer to the floor. As Emma began to finish up, Regina looked around for her bag. She couldn't remember if Charming left one here or if Emma had one.

"Emma, did you bring a bag of your things with you?" Regina questioned, coming back into the kitchen and the little girl looked like a deer in the headlights as she was asked this question. "What is it?" Regina asked the child in front of her, questioning the look on her face.

"I don't have any things." Emma replied with a roll of her eyes, changing the look on her face to a less shocked, more snotty one, which caused Regina to raised her eyebrow in a strict manner.

"Well, why not?" She asked the child with the scowl on her face.

"Cuz." Emma said with a grunt.

"Because why, Emma?" The older woman questioned the child with her eyebrow still raised. She believed she had a general strict vibe to her, but the attitude filled little girl didn't seem to pick up on it.

"I just don't got anything." Emma said with a sigh after a few moments of silence. Regina shook her head, figures the Charmings would have a child for a few days and let her wear the same dirty outfit for days.

"Well, then looks like we need to get you some things. Come on then." Regina extended her hand to the young girl, who jumped down and took it. Regina lead her to the hallway towards the foyer and waited for the girl to put on her shoes once again. As she opened the door, a gust of early fall wind hit Regina and made her shiver slightly. She grabbed her coat and stopped when she realized Emma wore a t-shirt, and looking back, Charming had a large coat on while his six year old daughter wore nothing to protect her from the winds.

"One second." Regina said to Emma, stepping up the stairs as she pulled on her coat over her white blouse. Inside her sons room, she looked through the bottom of his closet in the drawers she kept his older clothing in. She found a black sweater with wording across the front that would still be big on Emma, but would have to do until she got her some new things.

Once downstairs again, she helped Emma into it and brought her outside. There was a children's store down the road they could easily walk too. Emma didn't seem to notice anything different about the world, the clothing styles were a bit different, of course, but the cars, homes and stores were still stuck back in the eighties, so the girl was familiar with it.

"Where are we going?" Emma asked as she walked alongside Regina. They crossed the empty street towards the store, pushing open the door before Regina could answer.

"You need some clothing, you cannot wear those things much longer." The store was an all purpose store, so it's housed everything children could ever need from toys to clothes to hygiene things.

"I want you to go around and look at some things, show me what you like, and we will find you the perfect size." Regina followed Emma around, picking up a few different sizes of several items, a t-shirt's, leggings, jeans things like that. After she handed Emma these things, she moved them to the dressing rooms. Emma stepped in, coming out with one of the sizes of the t-shirts on backwards and a pair of the jeans with the button not buttoned,

"Emma? Do you need help?" Emma looked up at Regina and sighed, nodding her head. Regina stood from her spot on the bench and walked into the curtain. She then helped her dress into different sizes. When they had confirmed she was the smallest size, which was the usual size for four year olds.

After the sizes were found, Emma and Regina walked around, picking out a few outfits as well. Regina left Emma to look at a selection of t-shirts as she moved to the other side of the store. She kept her eyes on her as she picked out a pack of small panties and small socks, each had five in each package. As she watched her, she noticed the girl playing silently with a stuffed animal and as she moved towards her she dropped it onto the shelf.

Regina held up the four pairs of leggings she had chosen, making sure the girl liked them enough to get them. She handed the pile of clothing to the girl, asking her to place them on the counter with the cashier. With her other hand, she quickly picked up the toy, which happened to be a cat, and grabbed another one, it was a little puppy.

Hiding them behind her arm, she dropped them on the table and let the woman check her out. When she finished, Regina took the bag and headed back to the back with Emma trailing behind her.

"Emma, what one would you like to wear?" She asked the little girl who mentioned the black leggings and the blue shirt with the anchor on it, which Regina thought was adorable and almost forgot this was Emma Swan. As she helped the little girl undress from the disgusting clothing, just then noticing how disgusting the once white panties she wore. Regina threw them in the garbage as soon as they were off the girl's body.

Regina handed the girl the clothing items, as well as a pair of panties and socks. The girl had also picked out some cute black, shiny leather shoes which Regina fell in love with and didn't even ask her if she wanted them, caught up in buying clothes for the little girl.

"Maybe I could have a daughter." Regina thought, but shook it off when Emma returned, fully dressed and ready to go. She slipped a newly bought black coat over her shoulder and smiled at Regina.

"Thank you." Emma said quietly, looking down at her feet. Regina gave her a smile, putting her hand under her chin and pushing her chin up slightly so she could see her face.

"You're very welcome. Now, let's head back to the house." ON the way home, it seemed that Emma was relaxing, talking to Regina as she held her hand. Regina nodded along, speaking to her quietly.

When they returned home, Regina placed her the living room and revealed the two toys. When Emma saw them, she opened her eyes wide and stared at Regina.

"Are those for me?" Emma asked, staring at the toys.

"Yes, would you like them?" Emma quickly nodded her head as fast as she could.

"Here you go." Regina pulled the two tags off, handing them to her. Emma grinned, holding the toys.

"What do you say?" Regina said, out of habit. She had to remind Henry very often when he was this age. Emma's head shot up and she looked at the older woman.

"Huh?" Emma looked up, completely lost in her new toys, something she didn't get all that often.

"What do you say?" Regina asked, raising an eyebrow at the child on the floor.

"Oh, thank you." Emma said, feeling suddenly embarrassed. Regina nodded, giving the girl a smile as she moved into the kitchen to start dinner.

Emma had been called to the dining room and she had been serving dinner when the door opened. Regina's son, Henry, walked down the hallway and into the kitchen.

"Hey mom!" Henry yelled, approaching his mom. He had spent the last few days at the Charmings, and was well aware of the situation at hand.

"Henry!" Regina called, putting the plates down and going over to him. She quickly hugged the tall boy, kissing him on the head. As she did that, Emma watched from the dining room table. She felt a bubbling in her tummy, and she suddenly felt angry, or jealous, but she didn't understand that in her six year old mind set.

Emma sat back and crossed her arms across her chest, scowling. As Henry and his mother spoke, Emma began to get more and more jealous and as Henry came into the dining room to eat with them, she ignored the boy when he talked to the child. Regina saw Emma's expression, but chalked it off as tiredness, god knows how long it took the Charmings to get her to bed at night.

Emma refused to eat or speak. Regina sighed, giving up trying to get the girl to speak or eat, so she talked to her son, speaking to him about his day and what he had done at school, things like that.

As Regina and Henry spoke, little Emma got extremely angry and pushed herself back from the table. Regina and Henry turned towards her as she pushed away, standing up.

"Emma, where are you going?" Regina asked, also beginning to get up.

"Away from you! I thought you were different!" Regina was suddenly confused at the little girl's outburst. Emma began to cry as Henry sat awkwardly at the table watching them. Regina walked towards the young girl as she angrily stomped towards the stairs, with no idea where she was going.

"Emma. Emma where are you going?" Regina said, trying not to be too stern, but wondering what caused this tantrum from the six year old.

"I already said! Away from you, you, you stupid bitch!" Regina's eyes went wide at the little girl's choice of language and she could hear Henry at the table gasping. The first time he said a swear word was not a good experience from his memory.

"Emma Swan!" She exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips as Emma stood in front of the large white door.