Summary: How will Emma react when she sees Regina? How will Regina reacts when she sees Emma? This is the reunion you have been waiting for!

Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm so sorry for not having continued this story, but life just got in the way... University barely allows us to breathe, but we all need a hobby to blow off some steam! To redeem myself I have even written a big chapter for you guys! I have to say I will still ignore all of the developments that followed the episode "The Doctor" (2x05), so don't expect anything new to come up! I will continue with my original plot. ;) On another note, all mistakes are on me as I no longer have a beta reader. Therefore, if you're interested in helping, PM me! Keep on being awesome, my dears :) - Apples and Fables :P

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Without further ado I present, the fifth chapter!

CHAPTER 5: Only Badass Queens Storm Out

"Regina? What are you doing here?" The blonde queried, her head spinning from trying to figure out what was going on and what the brunette was doing here.

As the other woman turned around, Emma noticed her red rimmed eyes. She assumed that Regina had been crying before she had arrived, which unsettled her very much. Everyone had been mean to the former Mayor, especially her family, the Charmings, and their trusted allies. And Emma herself was also to blame for trying to take their son – because even if it was hard for her to admit it, the brunette was as much mother of Henry as she was, if not better - away from his adoptive mother without thinking about the consequences of her actions.

Seeing the look on the brunette's face (which she was trying to hide completely but failing miserably) reminded the blonde that, initially, she hadn't meant for anybody to get hurt. In the end, she realized that she did, in fact, hurt Regina. Yeah – the blonde thought – the brunette didn't really deserve this kind of treatment, even after all the crap she had done. Contrary to her earlier beliefs, Emma found that, now, she actually believed in Regina when she had said that she loved Henry. And, after realizing the mistake she had made at the time by misjudging her, Emma couldn't help but to fill guilty for stealing all that made the brunette's life bearable.

She was brought back to reality by the familiar voice of the woman across the room, flashing an intense scowl at her.

"It should be me asking that, Miss Swan. Don't you agree? In case you haven't already noticed, you're trespassing at the moment." She retorted.

Okay, that's it! As much as she regretted taking Henry away from her and being a little bitch at her sometimes, the woman certainly knew how to tick her off. If this was one of the cartoons that Henry was so fond of watching, she would have been fuming, smoke coming out of her ears.

"To hell with trespassing! I didn't want to be stuck here in this wretched world in the first place!" The blonde finally exploded, hands flying up in an obvious protest. It was only a matter of time before she started pacing around the room, inhaling and exhaling deeply so as to think more clearly.

"Oh, for heaven's sake! Do calm down, Miss Swan. This is not the end of the world." Regina uttered while sneering, her eyes rolling and lips smirking afterwards.

Emma stared so long at Regina that she was somewhat afraid her eyes would pop out with the tension felt at the moment. This was one of those many battles of will that both women tended to repeat on every single one of their encounters.

And still, no matter how many times these clashes had occurred before, Emma Swan knew that deep down (and by that she meant the most secret and hidden part of her, which she could not grasp entirely) she enjoyed these countless moments of rivalry and confrontation because in those moments she had a very good excuse to stare into Regina's mysterious chocolate brown eyes. There was a certain intensity about them that the blonde could not explain, an emotion flashing in those eyes just for her. Fierceness? Defiance? Or was it something else that she wasn't quite catching on?

However (and as always), the brunette prevailed. The blonde woman cursed under her breath, crossed the room and had a seat where Regina had been sitting just a few minutes ago. Not a word was proffered, both clearly preferring the silence that lingered in the room to awkward and trivial conversation.

Making use of this silence to think more clearly, Emma wondered why the hell the former Mayor was there to begin with. She couldn't read the other woman's mind, and curiosity was starting to take the best of her, so she tried a different approach.

"I'm still waiting for that answer, Regina." Emma reminded the brunette, frowning slightly, as she watched her also sit down on the same bench she was currently sitting on.

The blonde scanned her nemesis' face and found extreme concentration there. She decided to wait patiently for the answer but it seemed like hours had passed before she finally had it. Yeah, patience was definitely not one of her virtues.

"Henry, he… He asked me to come and bring you back to Storybrooke." After few seconds of thought the former Mayor added "You and your mother, that is." And just like that, there was silence in the room once more.

What Emma didn't know, however, was that Regina felt a pang of sadness at the reminder that her son didn't love her, preferring instead the mother that didn't nurture him nor raised him for that matter. In fact, the former Evil Queen was very much aware she would do anything in her power to make her boy happy, even if she was pushed away and ended up not being a part of his life in any way. As much as she had protested in the last few days, all that mattered was her son's happiness, her own happiness seeming insignificant in comparison. After all, he was her son, the person she had come to love the most.

Emma furrowed her brows in bewilderment. She was not sure why Regina had chosen to come and rescue them both, her nemeses, especially considering that the woman only acted according to her best interests. Somehow, Emma doubted that herself or her own mother were part of that picture.

"And you came here without second thoughts? We aren't exactly what could be defined as friends, not even allies. You know that, right?"

The honesty of Emma's question took Regina off guard, which she tried to hide behind her - always reliable - emotionless mask. She saw that then, there were no schemes, no traps, just a conversation between equal human beings, neither evil nor good. And for that reason only, she didn't know how to deal with the question she was asked to answer. These days, she wasn't used to having a decent conversation with anybody, even less with her nemesis number two, Emma Swan.

"Yes." The brunette answered firmly after a long pause. "That is indeed true. We are not friends, nor allies, and I don't believe we will ever be." She continued with a smirk firmly placed on her perfect lips, snorting at the thought of a possible friendship. "However, I find myself capable of doing anything for my son's sake. You, above all, ought to know this."

After saying this out loud, Regina knew it was the absolute truth. She thought about pushing the blonde's buttons even further but refrained herself, deciding it wasn't the time to indulge into snarky accusations and retorts. It had been the first time in months that they hadn't been at each other's throats and somehow, she found herself enjoying slightly (considering that they were enemies, this was already more than she should allow herself to enjoy) this temporary truce between them.

Emma nodded ever so slightly that if the brunette hadn't been looking towards her in that precise moment, she would have certainly missed it. Honestly, Regina didn't know what that meant, was she agreeing with her (which wasn't the blonde's specialty) or was she urging her to go on? Either way, she kept her mouth shut. She couldn't afford to trust the blonde or she might end up using anything she said against her. Conversation with Emma Swan should be kept to the minimum required, she mused while staring at her own feet.

"So… What now? What do we do?" The blonde asked after several minutes of silence.

It had been a while since she had felt so helpless. With her life turning upside down, showing her that everything she believed was not as plain as she though, and now getting stuck in a place which was nothing like what she was used to, Emma couldn't help but feeling powerless and immensely overwhelmed by this whole situation.

The former Mayor was definitely not expecting Emma Swan to ask for her help, but, even if by some extremely improbable and bizarre miracle she actually wanted to help her, she didn't know how to. And at that moment, and as much as she hated to even admit it, Regina Mills realized that she had to tell the blonde the truth, exposing the situation as it is, because it was the only thing she could say to her.

"I'm afraid I have no idea… I- I have no clue about what we're supposed to do now." She uttered, frowning slightly at her manifestation of weakness.

At this involuntary slip, she scolded herself internally. Miss Swan could not find out that she was weak or her weaknesses for that matter. If she did, that would turn out to be her death sentence.

As the brunette shifted in her seat, bringing up her head to look at the other woman, she spotted mild confusion behind Emma's features. Surely, in the blonde's mind, Regina had made a plan. And she actually had thought of one, which would have definitely worked out had she not lost her magic.

Seeing that the blonde's confusion had only aggravated with the increasing silence, the brunette decided to explain what had happened, leaving some (not so minor) details to herself. One could never be too careful, especially in her current position.

"You see, Miss Swan, I came into this world through a very peculiar magic mirror. The said mirror has a unique ability, to cross different realms, making it able for people to travel between several realms as they see fit." The brunette spoke impatiently, as if explaining something to a child. Seeing the blonde's eye roll, a clear response to her previous tone, Regina smirked, amusingly before pressing on.

"But now, I don't know where it is, it simply vanished into thin air. And even if I managed to find it, there is absolutely no way I could get it to work now." She finished as she pouted slightly, which Emma clearly noticed and found (quite surprisingly) cute.

"Why not? I mean, you could always use magic to make it work or whatever… Right?" The blonde queried, remembering she was in the presence of the most remarkable, even if also maddening, challenging, frustrating witch of both this and her world combined. She laughed internally at that, realizing she had just defined the woman in front of her with some accuracy.

But still, it confused Emma to no end why the brunette wasn't divulging much information. It was somewhat strange, specially taking into account that the woman could do anything with a flick of her fingers. She had sounded almost helpless, powerless, like she was already resigned to her fate, and that was what had caught the blonde's attention.

"Yes, Miss Swan, I fully intended to use magic to make it work or whatever… Except that I no longer have magical abilities." The brunette said with a slight frown shadowing her features.

There was always something about the blonde that fazed Regina, there was always something about the way she said things that got under her skin, she just didn't know why.

"What? How's that even possible?" Emma asked, not noticing the sudden icy tone with which the brunette had spoken. All she felt was a relative emptiness; the little hope that had built up in her chest at the sight of Regina's familiar face (Emma could only explain it with her eagerness to know whether she had come up with a plan to get them out of there or not) was vanishing more and more.

"It seems that Mr. Gold, or better yet, Rumplestiltskin, cursed the mirror and that curse was specifically meant to strip away my magical powers as soon as I stepped through it." The brunette explained carefully, letting Emma sink in what had happened. She knew that this abrupt change from living in a non-magical world to discovering that magic existed had taken its toll on the blonde.

"Gold… That rotten son of a bitch!" Emma swore between her teeth but soon realized that the brunette had heard everything. As she looked over to the other mother of her child, she saw a little nod and an amused smile gracing her features. She found herself unconsciously mirroring that smile for a little while longer.

"So… Basically, instead of only being two people trapped here, there are now three. Lucky us." She concluded after a few moments engulfed in a light silence.

"Not all is lost, Miss Swan. As I am sure you are aware, I have got a particularly unmatched aptitude for witchcraft. I learned how to control and use those abilities once upon a time, and learn them I will once more." Regina said, the conspicuous and cocky grin spreading throughout the brunette's plumy perfect lips, which annoyed and, at the same time, strangely allured Emma.

In truth, the idea of learning how to master her magical abilities had crossed Regina's mind several times after her 'talk' with Juno. Yet, at the time she had learned to effectively control her power, it had been at the hands of Rumplestiltskin. He had used his magic to demonstrate his goals and to make Regina his pawn, demonstrating clearly how obviously oblivious she was at the time. Seeing her past in a whole new light, she now understood that the presence of a fellow magical being would certainly help to speed up the process.

As she looked over to the woman next to her, the former Queen came to realize that Emma could have that potential as she was, by all manner of means, the resulting product of true love. It was a possibility she couldn't deny nor ignore, which meant she had to ask the blonde for help. Relenting to this whim could prove beneficial for both of them, a win-win situation.

It was probable that the plan could backfire on her, she was perfectly aware of the risks that accompanied the idea. But still, she couldn't ask Emma to help her. It didn't even make sense to her why on earth she had came up with this stupid and careless idea in the first place, let alone think that Emma Swan could be going along with the plan. Furthermore, asking someone for help meant weakness. And Regina Mills wasn't about to show them that. Her life wasn't about weakness; it was and always has been about power.

In any case, it was best for Regina to retire for a few hours. She had to think this through. It wasn't the time for recklessness, mainly because they had to maintain a certain secrecy, especially her. In case she wanted to continue with her head firmly in its place, the brunette had to be extremely careful. She was sure that the plebs would not hesitate to chop her head off at the first chance they would get.

Emma accepted the brunette's answer. She was sure that Regina was one of the strongest and one of the most resilient women she had ever met. The blonde had merely nodded before they fell into a prolonged silence again. She was sure that this had been their biggest conversation since she had arrived at Storybrooke and she was somehow starting to completely believe that both of them could talk in a civilized manner.

Still, she couldn't forget who the other woman had been. The Evil Queen had done atrocious things, committed countless crimes and murders just to fulfill frivolous fancies that popped up randomly in her mind.

And as she looked up from the floor tiles, she saw that that particular woman was now getting up slowly, with an expression which Emma couldn't decipher on her face. She offered a faint smile, almost a tired smile, to Emma and pointed towards the door.

"I believe I should go and sleep on this whole situation. Who knows? Maybe I can come up with a miraculous idea." Regina uttered quite lazily, something that Emma wasn't used to, and made for the door.

But then, right before she walked out the door, Regina turned around, remembering something at the last minute.

"Oh! Do make yourself at home, Miss Swan. On the second floor you'll find many vacant bedchambers in case you find yourself in need of rest."

It wasn't often that Regina was this nice to anybody, which alerted the blonde. As she reasoned, while looking towards the brunette in front of her, she realized that the other woman must have been exhausted with everything that had happened. Agreeing to rescue her nemeses as well as having been stripped of her magical powers must not have been easy for the woman.

Yet, as fatigued as Regina may appear, the blonde also noticed that her emotions were more and more difficult to hide inside her walls. And so, she stood there, examining every inch of the brunette's face, trying to find something different: those happy emotions that never seemed to make their appearance.

Seeing that she wasn't getting any proper answer from the blonde, who was just staring at her -which was extremely and downright rude-, Regina felt like pushing Emma's buttons, but her brain denied her the satisfaction of carrying out such activity. She was desperately in need of a few hours of rest.

And for the first time since she had seen the blonde inside her parents' house, she remembered that Snow White, her archenemy, was supposed to be travelling with Emma. And that stopped her in her tracks. She was really starting to wonder whether anything had happened to her brunette nemesis.

That idea, however, quickly left her mind and she conceded that if a tragedy had indeed happened, then the blonde standing in front of her would be in an emotional wreck, which didn't seem to be the case. That only left her with another option: ask Emma what had happened. She had to be smooth, though. A subtle approach would do the trick.

"Needless to say that your mother is welcome to stay as well." A dramatic pause ensued. "Speaking of which, where is she?"

Yeah, Regina, that was definitely smooth. What the hell is the matter with you? The brunette scolded herself internally, mentally cursing herself for coming into the Fairytale Land without a proper night's rest to recharge her batteries.

And a few seconds later, watching as Emma answered to her question, the former Mayor raised a brow in suspicion. What's the meaning of this? She thought, as her insides clenched with what she recognized as humiliation. You see, the blonde's answer was a badly timed and certainly crude face-palm, at least in Regina's eyes. And as far as the brunette was concerned, it surely looked like Emma was making fun of her.

The blonde realized that she couldn't really blame Regina for asking where her so-called archenemy was, nor could she blame her for whatever reaction that would follow her previous stupid behavior. How could Emma have been so foolish not to remember to tell the brunette what had transpired between herself and her mother? She should really be expecting a harsh comeback from Regina, especially considering that she had no way of knowing what had happened. How the hell was Regina supposed to return her and Ma— No, Snow White, back to Storybrooke if she had no idea where the other woman was?

And still, even if Regina had control over her magical powers, she doubted that the brunette had the ability read minds. It was one of the many things she was eager to ask her whenever they got along better in the future. Yes, because Emma Swan was now honestly planning to know Henry's adoptive mother better. Not that it hadn't crossed her mind several times before. It was a good idea to have a break from all the fighting, but she knew that it wasn't that easy. Dealing with the former Evil Queen was something that not everyone was willing to do, and up until a few months ago it would have been completely and utterly impossible. But now, Emma saw the light at the end of the tunnel, a tiny opportunity for a change of heart.

Only when she was about to answer Regina, to explain her reaction to the brunette's question, did she notice that she was receiving quite a nasty glare from the other woman. She could tell that the brunette wasn't used to all this spontaneity. Then again, Regina had come from a land where monarchs were owed the upmost respect and even in Storybrooke, being the stoned hearted and bitchy Mayor that she had been certainly distanced Regina from other people.

"Don't take it wrongly, Regina." The blonde said right before chuckling, which didn't do much to ease the brunette's expression. "It has nothing to do with you. I was just thinking about your question. You couldn't possibly know where, hum… Snow is. And it didn't even cross my mind to tell you." She explained more carefully, ending with a tight but honest smile which was meant to be reassuring.

The blonde watched as the former Mayor finally relaxed a little bit, mainly due to her smile, she thought. But still, she could see that the brunette was still somewhat stiff. It was probably due to her cautious nature, Emma reckoned.

Seeing that, for the moment, she was not going to be the object of Regina's hostility, the younger woman decided to continue.

"Well, me and Mar- God…. Me and SNOW aren't exactly on friendly terms right now…" She said, frustrated for not being able to get her mother's name right, frowning at the admission afterwards.

Emma then stood up and approached the older woman. Her neck really hurt from looking up that much.

She wasn't supposed to be blaming herself for what had happened, but she couldn't help herself from feeling somewhat guilty. Both of them were to blame, and true enough, both were stubborn to no end. But still, she couldn't forget the twinge of guilt she felt for having abandoned her mother. Well, she didn't exactly abandon Snow; her mother had made her own choice to leave.

"Oh?! Do I sense trouble in paradise?" Regina scoffed, albeit with a smile shadowing her lips.

Emma glared playfully at the brunette before shoving her hands inside her jeans' pockets involuntarily, like so many times before.

"I asked her to come here with me when I found out you had grown up here, you know. And she said no. I shouldn't blame her, really, especially taking into consideration what happened between you two."

The blonde kind of expect a comeback from the other woman, she was not one to let slip these kinds of references to her past. However, as time slipped away, none came her way. She was now observing the brunette, seeing the pensive look on her face. But soon, she snapped out of it because those chocolate eyes found hers, bringing with them an intensity that was plainly abysmal.

"Why? Why were you so interested in coming here? What is so special about this place that you could not just leave it alone?" The former Mayor queried carefully, or at least, that was what it sounded like to Emma.

And this question utterly flabbergasted Emma. How could the former Mayor go straight to the point like that? How could she know that was the one subject that Emma didn't want to indulge in, especially in this particular conversation? And, more importantly, what the hell was this heat that was claiming her body, consuming every cell inside her body?

The blonde knew that she had to answer eventually, which was becoming more and more difficult as time went by. With her mouth dry, heart pounding as a hammer, and breathing coming into more labored breaths, concentrating on anything other than her inner turmoil was turning out to be almost an impossible mission.

It was now or never. Regina was getting impatient; she could see it in her eyes. She inhaled deeply, mustering all her courage and spilled it all out.

"I just wanted to… You know… Get to know you better. To understand."

Well, that couldn't have gone any worse. Oh, God! Stammering like that… She looked like a 10 year-old! And what's worse was that she was sure that Regina was going to think she was a pervert or something. Well, with some of the thoughts she was having lately, she could be considered one, but no one needed to know that, right?

And to raise further her suspicions, a silence heavily loaded with cracking tension filled the air. But something wasn't right. She was expecting the brunette to be laughing her ass off, humiliating her. Yet, she wasn't. She was all too damn quiet. What does that even mean in Regina Mills' language? She couldn't guess now, could she? That woman was an absolute mystery to her!

"Understand, humm?" The brunette simply said, raising an eyebrow. But she dropped the subject. Perhaps it was better that way, the blonde thought. At least, she had to deal with this tingling feel in her belly first before pursuing this subject further.

And for that, she silently thanked Regina, for without realizing what was on the blonde's mind, she helped her, understood her unwillingness to discuss some things.

"As for your beloved Snow, I suppose she's like me sometimes. I can see the resemblance, we're both proud and we don't back down from a fight. Well, I certainly don't. I wouldn't blame her for it." Regina uttered out of nowhere, when the silence in the room had become bearable.

Emma grew more and more amazed by the person in front of her. Who was that brunette woman and what had she made with Regina Mills? Did she change that much in her absence? Regina had once told her at Granny's Diner that people only fool themselves into believing they can change, but this what different. At least Emma thought Regina was different, she wasn't the same anymore.

The blonde watched as the brunette tilted her head slightly to the left.

"Come to think of it, you're like that as well… Proud, cocky and never backs down from a fight, even when it's better to…" Regina managed to say right before an urge to laugh took over her.

Emma was unprepared for the sight in front of her, the former Evil Queen, covering her mouth with her hand, in an attempt to control her laughter which, just a few moments later, was revealed to be a futile one. Her melodic and carefree laughter echoed through the halls of the mansion, something that Emma had never heard before. And, at that moment, as her jaw almost hit the floor, she decided it was the best sound she had ever heard. Being too focused on the laughter itself, the blonde couldn't even register that the former Mayor was joking, at her expense.

Eventually, Regina's laughter died, leaving a smile on her lips. Emma's amazement continued to grow exponentially nonetheless.

"Either way, she's welcome to stay here if she so wishes. At least, until we find a way to return home. I made a promise to my son, and as you're aware, I fully intend to keep it." The brunette uttered, seeing that Emma was lost in thought.

She would have none of it. It seemed like the blonde was in trance. Glancing sideways, she couldn't help but ask: "Something wrong, dear?" She really wanted to know what the hell was going on inside the blonde's head.

That seemed to do the trick. Emma snapped out of it just in time to hear the older woman's question.

And now came the difficult part. How could she tell Regina that before their talk today, Regina barely seemed human except for her feelings towards Henry? She didn't seem to have a cordial or friendly relationship with anyone besides Kathryn or Graham, and even her son hated her.

But this conversation was showing her that there was much more to her than the cold bitchy Mayor. There was also a funny Regina and an understanding Regina. And just how was she supposed to explain all that?

"It's just that… I'm not used to seeing you like this, laughing and acting like a normal human being…" Wait, that didn't come out well, Emma just knew she was going to get eaten alive. What was she thinking?

"Yes, Miss Swan. I do have feelings. I'm not that cold hearted and selfish bitch that everyone thinks I am. I'm trying to change for once, and you see, it was them who added Evil to the Queen; it is also them, and now you as well, who keep making me act like her. And now I see… You're no Savior, you're no better than them." Regina said harshly, bluntly.

Emma's insolence deserved nothing but a strict punishment, were she still the Queen. But because she wasn't Queen anymore and Henry asked her to bring his family back to Storybrooke alive and well, though he didn't go into specifics at the time, she merely had to ignore her and carry on. At least until they got to Storybrooke. Surely then, she was going to make them taste a little bit of their own poison by any means.

And so, the blonde watched powerlessly to what could be named 'the turning point' of their conversation. She had it coming ,really. Emma realized that for some unknown reason, she always seemed to say the wrong things around the former Mayor, and now she was paying the price of it, as unpleasant as it was.

All the progress she had made so far with this conversation went down the drain because she had been stupid enough to say the worst thing that she could have possibly said at the moment. Regina was different, she was trying to change for the better, which included letting her walls down, exposing her emotions and her weaknesses to the outside world. Now, Emma saw that she had fucked up this whole thing big time. So much for being the Savior…

Being every ounce of Queen she had been in the past, the blonde wasn't surprised to see Regina turning on her heels, going for the door as fast as she could without acknowledging her further. The brunette's pace poised that old grace, all that elegance that drew everyone in despite the air on danger that also hovered around her.

"Wait, Regina! I-" Emma finally said, racing after the brunette in a desperate attempt to stop her in her tracks. She couldn't let her leave without explaining what had happened.

The brunette made no attempt to acknowledge her, refusing to look back. She even increased her pace, but Emma soon caught up to her. There was no way that Emma was going to let Regina leave without a proper explanation, she was honestly sick of all that bickering between them.

So, she grabbed Regina's left arm and spun her around towards herself, slamming the other woman into her chest in the process. It was not the first time they had been close to each other, but never this close.

Emma watched as the brunette's eyes travelled all across her face, as if memorizing the details. This had happened once, below the Mayor's apple tree. Ha! It had been a nice touch going there with a chainsaw to cut the tree down. The blonde she didn't know what had possessed her in that moment to be brave enough to confront the Mayor like that. She wanted Henry to be happy and he wasn't happy with Regina, that's what she kept repeating to herself.

But in the end, she knew there was more to that. She kept defying Regina not only for Henry, but for herself. For the tension between them was exhilarating, and Emma realized she was addicted to it.

Regina still hadn't moved away from her hold, nor made the intention to leave, which surprised her. Perhaps she wasn't the only one who enjoyed the thrill. She was brought back from her musings when she felt a feather light touch on her left forearm.

She traced its source and found Regina's right hand there. A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips, it was a rather nice sensation. And somehow, Emma found that she actually liked the touch. Perhaps it was something that she had always secretly craved.

The blonde felt an unexplainable urge to look up at Regina, to find out the reason behind her touch, and as she relented she came to find a vision that she would vow never to see again. Emma had never seen the other woman quite like this, watery eye and a wet trail on her right cheek revealing that she was crying. The blonde sought her eyes and found that Regina was looking at her, into her eyes with the most piercing stare she had ever seen. It was as if she was trying to look inside her to grasp her very soul.

Yet, suddenly, as soon as the moment happened, it was gone. Regina cleared her throat, wiped her face clean and stepped back, regarding her intently, as if assessing her.

"We shall speak later, Miss Swan. As I have said before, I am tired and I need rest." Stated the brunette, and in a second, she had turned around, unfazed, and left the room as quickly as she could, banging the door shut loudly.

Well, if nothing else, Emma had to admit that gracefulness was something that the former Evil Queen definitely did not lack. As far as she was concerned, only badass queens such as Regina stormed out like that. And that was, perhaps, one of the reasons why the brunette was always in her thoughts. She stared at the door through which Regina had left with a ghost of a smile on her face. She was not sure how long she stood there motionless, looking at the door. And then, as if nothing had happened, she headed for the door and left the Piano Room as well.

A/N: What did you think, dearies? Did I meet your expectations? ;) Please Review so I can improve! *.*