A/N: We survived the hiatus! Well done to all of us! And over the past year I have somehow, miraculously, managed to write a Missed SwanQueen Moment for every single episode. This fic will therefore be updated weekly. As before, each chapter is stand-alone and will begin from a single line of dialogue from the show itself. Last night's episode didn't have as much SwanQueen in as I'd like (and too much Emma-making-out-with-Hook) and I'm afraid this chapter is smut-free. Regina is clearly still grieving Robin and Emma is with Hook (although lying to him …), so it's friendship SwanQueen, sorry!

"EMMA!"

Regina's choked sob tore through Emma's vision and she looked up at once, seeing Hyde with his fingers closed around the brunette's neck. The wand burned white-hot in her hand as she pointed it to the monster throttling her best friend.

The magic exploded into the air and Hyde was propelled backwards, landing heavily on a car twenty feet away. Regina doubled over, clutching her throat as she gasped and spluttered for breath. David and Jekyll rushed to Hyde at once, securing the handcuffs and hauling him upwards. Emma however, ran straight to Regina.

"Are you ok?" she asked, her hand on the back of the woman still struggling to breathe properly.

Regina nodded and slowly straightened up. Her neck was red, the skin angry and bruised from where Hyde had tried to crush the life out of her. Emma felt a wave of guilt wash over her and her green eyes crinkled in sympathy as she watched Regina rubbing her tender flesh.

"I'm so sorry," Emma offered.

"What happened?" Regina asked, watching as David, Jekyll, Hook, and Snow escorted Hyde into the squad car.

"I … um, I don't know," Emma admitted softly.

She thought back to those blue-grey images she had seen for the second time that day. What were they? She had no memory of the events but they felt and seemed so real. There was no way they were from her imagination, of that she was sure.

"What's wrong?" Regina frowned, forgetting her near-strangulation as she saw the confused look on Emma's face.

The blonde glanced to the man leering out of the police vehicle at her before turning to Regina.

"I saw … something."

"Where?" Regina asked, looking around.

"No, in my head," Emma amended. "It's like a memory only I don't remember it. Is that possible? Can you remember something that you've maybe been cursed to forget?"

Both women knew that Regina had had more than her fair share of experiences with memory curses but that part of her life was rarely talked about any more and Regina bristled slightly at the implication. But she answered none-the-less because if anyone in Storybrooke knew about memory potions, it was Regina Mills.

"Yes," she said. "That's what Graham was experiencing all those years ago. He had visions of his life as a huntsman and kept seeing a wolf here in town. Bits of our memories can break through, as the curse is weakened for example. But Emma, you've not been cursed to forget anything."

"How would I know if I had," Emma reasoned. "I wouldn't remember being cursed, would I?"

"No," Regina conceded but I can tell you right now that you're not suffering from a memory curse. I can … well, with my magic, I am able to sense when someone is affected by dark curses."

"Really? Can you teach me that?" Emma asked, momentarily distracted from her confusing situation. That sounded like a useful magical skill to have. Emma was always looking to brush up on her magic and her understanding of her power. The only problem was that she rarely had a moment's peace to dedicate to studying her abilities. She had somewhat resorted to learning on the job, as it were.

"Perhaps," Regina replied. "But right now I think we need to focus on more important matters. Like finding out what those images you saw were, what they mean, and where they come from. What did you see, by the way?"

Emma shrugged and began to walk back to her Sheriff's cruiser, intending to drive to the cells beneath the hospital where her father had no doubt taken Hyde. They were the most secure in Storybrooke and the only logical place to keep someone as powerful as the man they had just captured. Regina followed the blonde to the car and climbed into the passenger seat without asking. Their conversation wasn't done, after all.

"It was a fight," Emma said as she started the engine. "A sword fight. Me and … someone."

"Someone?"

"They were hooded," Emma said. "I couldn't tell who it was or even what it was. And the visions are kind of fuzzy and choppy. It's not a continuous sequence."

"Were you winning?" Regina asked.

Emma said nothing but her grip on the steering wheel tightened, the skin on her knuckles stretched white. Regina didn't need a verbal response. Emma had clearly watched herself lose in a fight to an unknown sword-wielding villain. The only problem was neither of them knew what the vision meant. Was it the past? Was it the future?

"I'm sure it means nothing," Regina offered.

Emma looked sideways at the brunette, unconvinced. She might not know exactly what those visions were but she was sure of one thing. They were real.

"I suppose I should ask my dad to help me practice sword fighting," Emma said, in a vain attempt at a joke.

"I can sword fight better than him, you know," Regina said casually.

Emma turned to look at her friend again.

"I'm sorry, what? You can sword fight?"

"I grew up in the Enchanted Forest, remember? Men and women learnt to sword fight, especially those from wealthy families. I first handled a blade when I was five. I was the under-twelves kingdom champion, in fact."

"How did I not know this?" Emma asked, with a light chuckle.

"There are many things you don't know about me, Miss Swan," Regina grinned with a wink.

Emma nodded her agreement to that statement. The two women may have been friends for a long time but they didn't get much time to just talk. And when they did begin a conversation, it was usually interrupted by some threat to the town before they really learnt anything about each other. True, they were incredibly close, but that didn't mean they both didn't have secrets from the other. Regina doubted Emma would ever learn her deepest, most private secret, especially whilst the blonde continued to run around with the one-handed wonder.

"So will you teach me to sword fight then?"

"Excuse me?" Regina asked.

"You were the under-twelves champion, right? Who better to teach me than you?"

"Um, your father?" Regina frowned. "Don't you think he'd be hurt if he knew you'd come to me for lessons rather than him?"

"Probably," Emma replied. "Which is why we won't tell him. And to be honest, what matters is that I get the best training possible, not whose feelings get hurt in the process."

They drove in silence, both thinking about what Emma's statement implied. It wasn't until they had parked in front of the hospital, below which was the cell holding Hyde, that Regina spoke.

"You think those images are a vision of the future, don't you?" she said quietly.

Emma nodded slowly, acknowledging her suspicions at last. "They must be. They feel so real and if they haven't come from my past, then there's only one other explanation. Whatever that fight is, whenever that fight is, I think it might be my last."

Regina reached over and grasped Emma's trembling hands in both her own. The skin was scorching hot, the shaking vibrating through Regina's own arms as she gripped tightly.

"I won't let that happen," she said calmly. "You are not going to die, Emma. Whoever that was under the hood, whatever led to that fight, you are not going to die. You're the saviour, right? A hero. Henry says that heroes always win. And with a bit of expert sword-play training, I'm sure you're going to defy those visions and defeat whichever evil person you are due to face."

Emma turned to Regina, tears streaming down her face. Regina reached up and wiped them gently away. She hated seeing Emma cry. It broke her heart. And the blonde had been crying too much recently, first as the Dark One, then in the Underworld. Her friend deserved some happiness in her life, even if she seemed to be looking to Hook to give that to her. Regina forced her mind away from Emma's boyfriend and tried to smile reassuringly.

"You're going to be just fine," she said. "I promise."

Emma nodded and wiped her face. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to unload all this onto you. I just don't have anyone else I can talk to about it."

"What about Hook?" Regina asked.

Emma said nothing. She simply shook her head.

"Well you can talk to me. Any time," Regina assured the blonde. "And we can start those lessons whenever you're ready."

"Now?" Emma asked. Regina's eyebrows raised. "Well, after I go to see Hyde and ask him what he knows about these visions. I don't know why but I think he has something to do with them. Or at least knows why they've started. I suspect it's got something to do with that blimp which arrived today."

"Be careful," Regina advised. "That Hyde is a slippery fellow. Don't let him cloud your judgement. You have good instincts, Emma, use them."

"I will," Emma said. "And as soon as I'm done, can we go to your vault and get started?"

"Of course," Regina nodded. "I'll meet you there."

Emma smiled her thanks and the two women got out of the car. Regina watched until Emma disappeared into the building before turning towards the forest, within which her family mausoleum lay. She said a silent prayer that there wouldn't be another name added to the plaque inside. Robin's carving had been completed the week before. She didn't think she could handle adding Emma's name to the list.