A/N – I have had this in my head for ages. SwanQueen.

::::::::::::::::::

Lucy stood outside huddled right up to the brick wall next to her dance studio under the overhang of the roof. She edged her pink rubber boots back away from the splash of rain pouring buckets over the side of the building. Cold and wet she hugged herself over the book she had tucked up under her coat as she sighed. When she had gotten off the bus and tried the door of the ballet studio she saw the sign in the window that it was closed due to a roof leak.

She had also forgotten her phone at home. The one Regina insisted she carry. It was only programmed with a few numbers and she couldn't do much with it besides call her Aunt Ruby or Regina or 911. When she had first unwrapped the box a few weeks ago she had thought it was a real phone, but it was one of ones parents got their kids to keep track of them. Lucy had rolled her eyes at the gift at the time and then was promptly reminded why it was being given to begin with.

She guessed she deserved a gift like that even if it didn't come from her parents. Her parents had been missing for nearly six months. Regina was trying to make up for them not being here, but it wasn't the same at all. Not like before when they had all be together. She sucked in her bottom lip as her eyes burned from memory. One morning her parents had dropped her off at Regina's for the weekend and had not come back to pick her up. They were supposed to go to Maine for a second honeymoon, but never made it according to the police.

They had just disappeared.

No car was spotted or found and no trace left behind. As if by magic. She suspected as much. Her dad and mom were both big into fantasy books and movies like she was. It was like a portal had opened up somewhere and sucked them in. Like in her book. Lucy held onto this idea with a fierceness that no one else believed. Regina tried to tell her how it 'really' was, but Lucy didn't believe the worst was possible. Her parents had to be out there somewhere trying to get home to her. Something in her heart of hearts told her that this kind of magic was really possible.

She just wasn't sure how yet. But the book was helping. It had appeared in her closet a few months after her parents disappeared. It was full of stories about a land far, far away filled with castles, dragons, witches, and magic. The characters even kind of looked like some people she knew too. Sort of. Her parents would have liked the book. Lucy sniffed once.

And like she had been doing since the day they had gone missing she pushed back her tears. Dad said it was okay to cry, but without him and Mom here to say those words Lucy didn't feel like she could go there. Scared that if she did she wouldn't be able to stop.

Shaking her head she wondered what time it was and wished she had her phone to look. Skipping school a few days before the phone gift to catch a bus from Boston to Storybrooke, Maine without telling anyone was a step too far over the line. That conversation afterwards with Regina when she had been brought home by the cops had not been fun at all. She wrinkled her nose over how worried Regina had been. She tried to step back another inch as a car took the corner quickly and splashed water on her tights. Now the inside of her boots were squishy. Great.

"Hey kid?"

Startled, Lucy took a step sideways nearly getting her head soaked under the gutter spout overhead. A woman with a ponytail and plaid over shirt was waving to her from the doorway of the bar. She looked around and then pointed to herself. "Me?" A grin bloomed on the woman's face.

"No, the other kid getting soaked in the rain next to you. Yes you. Are you okay?"

"What time is it?" Lucy avoided the question with a question. She was not sure what she felt at this point.

"About 6:20."

Ten minutes left then. "I'm waiting for my ride."

That smile got bigger as if that idea were highly entertaining. "In the rain?"

Lucy pointed to the studio door. "My class got canceled and I forgot my phone."

"You can wait in here if you want. Bars nearly empty and it's warmer than out here."

"No thanks." She had been given the stranger talk more than once and did not want a repeat. The blonde seemed nice enough, but just in case she shook her head. The bar door closed then and Lucy started to regret turning down the offer. She was getting really cold. The door opened a moment later though and she watched curiously as the woman come outside and stood a few feet away from her. The rain was finally starting to slow down.

"At least wear this."

A red leather jacket was held out and Lucy stared at it before the woman wrapped it around her shoulders. "Um, thanks..."

The blonde pointed up to the neon sign over the door.

"Thanks Emma. I'm Lucy." She read the name flashing in red above again liking the sound of it and smiled back relaxing a little. Her fingertips peeked out from inside the warm jacket and rubbed the softness of the leather. Regina had a jacket kind of like this, but it was black with roses embroidered on the sleeves. She used to love to play dress up in it when she had been younger.

"So when is your ride supposed to be here?"

"Regina picks me up right at 6:30."

Emma leaned her elbows back against the window sill as she crossed her feet at the ankle. "She your sister?"

"No. My grandma." That seemed to amuse the woman.

"You call your grandma by her first name?"

Lucy shrugged. "Sometimes." That was a story she didn't want to go into the why of just now. She looked out into the busy street. "But mostly she's just G'ma." She wasn't sure what it was about this woman that had her opening up at all. She felt familiar in a way she couldn't quite place. "When I was little I never could say Grandma right and it just came out like that." Then curious. "You own this place?"

Since I could walk." Emma beamed at the look of disbelief. "Seriously I have. My dad used to, but was in a coma since I was a baby, but later on heβ€”"

"That's a long time."

"Yeah well... He always meant for me to have it when he couldn't take care of it anymore. At least that's how the story goes. My Mom has kept it up until I was old enough to take it over."

"That's neat. Not about your dad I mean, but the story behind it."

"I have a thing for stories. Fantasy especially," Emma nodded to the jacket where a white book was hiding. "Seems like you like stories too."

"My dad did. It was kind of our thing." Lucy carefully brought her storybook out from under the jacket and ran her fingers over the worn cover. The rain had all but stopped now and she didn't feel the need to keep it tucked under her coat anymore.

"Was?"

"He and my Mom went on a trip, but they haven't come back yet." That was easier to say that than the rest of the truth. "I'm staying with my G'ma for now."

"You sound like you miss them a lot."

"I do. They've been gone a long time, but they will come back soon." Hope spoke clearly in her tone. "For now it's just us and my Aunt Ruby."

"Do you get to hang out with her a lot?"

"She works all the time at the diner on 12th, but sometimes I stop by there on my way to dance to say hi. She always sneaks me treats."

"Granny's diner?"

Lucy nodded.

"Ruby Lucas?"

Another little nod.

"It's a small world. I think I know your Aunt Ruby. She's the tall red head that comes here sometimes on the weekends to play pool. She trades me a burger and fries for a round each Saturday night."

"We have a pool table in the basement of our apartment building. She's teaching me how to play, but I'm not as good as she is. G'ma is better than both of us. No one can beat her." The sound of a motor bike came into each shot and Lucy stood up on tip toe to see over the top of a stopped truck at a red light down the street.

In disbelief. "Don't tell me your grandma plays pool and rides a Harley?"

"No. She has a BMW, but one of the vintage ones with a side car for me." Lucy giggled at the gaping pink mouth she was not expecting. The sound got louder and she pointed. "That's her."

:::

Emma thought the kid had been pulling her leg until a black 1965 BMW motor bike complete with side car pulled up to a stop right in front of them. The rider was clad head to toe in black. Jeans and knee high boots with a padded leather rider jacket and full face helmet. Curves in all the right places, too. She straightened up the moment that full face helmet came off revealing dark wild curls, red lips, and a pair of curious amber eyes giving her a once over. Emma wasn't sure what she had been expecting Lucy's grandma to look like, but she wasn't expecting to experience a GILF moment.

Fuck. This woman was gorgeous. And starring daggers right at her before those eyes shifted to something softer when they fell on Lucy, but only just.

"Lucy, we've talked about this." Gesturing to the blonde and waving the kid over.

"But she's nice G'ma and Emma was only keeping me company since the studio was closed."

The kid went on to explain about the roof and the rain, but the dark woman did not seem keen on excuses, Emma thought. Then those sharp eyes were back on her. She grinned tightly, giving a small wave. "Hi." She stuck her hand out. "I'm Emma Swan."

"So I gathered." Regina nodded to the neon sign and raised a brow back at Lucy. "Why didn't you call me if your class was canceled?"

"I forgot my phone."

And Emma wondered how it was possible for that brow to get any higher. Thinking the kid was in deep, she interjected. "She stayed right here waiting for you though. I saw her from the window and was watching her for a while before I came out to make sure she was not any type of trouble. We just talked a little about her book and stuff while we waited for you. No big deal." But those amber eyes flashing at her said it might just be a big deal in a way she did not understand.

"Lucy, give me the jacket and get in the side car. Helmet up please." Regina said and nodded to the bike behind her.

The kid's shoulders slumped, but Lucy shrugged off the red leather, handing it over and went to do as asked.

"Your jacket Miss Swan." Regina held it out as Emma reached. Their fingers brushed and she felt it again. That familiar tingle shot right up her spine from her core. She thought maybe Regina felt it too, but the brunette was giving no such hint away.

Emma sighed. "I haven't been called that since the nuns in my private school days and I'd like to keep it that way." She tried for humor, but it wasn't having the desired effect. There was a hint of something that crossed Regina's eyes. Annoyance for sure, maybe even slight amusement, but something else too she couldn't put her finger on. It felt familiar in a way that made her nipples harden under her shirt. And made her stutter like an idiot. "I m-mean it's just Emma."

"Just Emma, then. Thank you for watching out for her, but I will decide what is a big deal and what is not in regards to Lucy."

"She didn't mean it like that." The kid jumped in and Emma found her heart warming at the attempt to defend her.

"It's cool kid. She's right." Emma stuck her hands up in a pacifying gesture. Then spoke quieter so only Regina could hear her. "Look I was just trying to help. Don't get your grandma panties in a twist over someone trying to be nice." Then she winced when dark eyes grew wide at her comment. 'Shit. Did I say that out loud? Now she looks pissed.' Something about this woman made her stick her foot in her mouth and her brain to fritz out.

Then Regina stepped closer and right into her personal space. Pupils dilated and Emma found herself holding her breath. Waiting and waiting until those lips parted to rip her apart like she deserved to be. But that look swiftly changed for the mysterious one from before she didn't have a word for.

A near whisper. "And wouldn't you like to know just what kind of panties I wear." Not even a question. "Isn't that right Emma?" Red lips curled up into a smile Emma could only describe as deliciously evil. She was sure she had soaked her own panties twice over by now.

And then Regina laughed. A bright music to fill her ears. It was beautiful. Like all the right sounds found a home right in Emma's ear. 'Fuck me. God, I wish she would fuck me.'

Then boots were stepping away and that helmet was going back on and that full red smile was hidden behind a black visor. Regina went back to the bike and after making sure the kid was strapped in she looked back over her shoulder once more. Emma could have sworn she saw a chin dip in acknowledgement as the engine was revved once and they eased off into traffic.

Lucy turned to wave at her and Emma did the same in return. Hot and more than bothered now Emma sighed and was about to go back into the bar when she noticed it. A small pink backpack tucked into the curb. 'The kid must have dropped it,' she thought as she picked it up by the strap. A piece of notebook paper with her name on it was coming out of the top zipper. Emma took it out and read it. A phone number was scrawled in loopy handwriting with Regina's name underneath. Clever kid.

Emma smiled. Maybe she would find out just what kind of panties were under those black jeans after all.

:::::::::::::

A/N – Viva la SwanQueen. Hope you enjoyed!