Set at the end of Season 1, the Heroes are out for blood and only one person stands between them and a broken Queen.

The first chapters are very .. confusing and unstable because that's the state Emma is in. Don't worry it will get a lot clearer later on. I also have to mention that there will be a lot of mistakes since I'm not a native english speaker, any feedback is appreciated because it's the only way I can learn =)

Very slow burn. Femslash. Drama/Angst/Romance (not the fluffy kind)

Emma POV:

It is such a fucking mess. Everyone went nuts when the curse broke. Well .. not at first, but it didn't take long for the hugs, tears and kisses to turn sour.. bitter.. angry.. now here we are at the mayors mansion and its a living hell for me.

She is ranting behind my back, charging volley after volley of accusations against the fair and noble heroes who in turn retaliate by listing off every single misdeed the evil queen had ever committed .. and boy those are a lot!

The scale of everything is so hard to grasp, for me at least. She had cursed an entire kingdom, kept them suffering for twenty eight years and that after she had slaughtered, tortured and oppressed them for god knows how long back when they were still in the enchanted forest.

I'm interrupted in my vain attempts to make sense of it all, as well as keeping the angry mob at bay, by another attempt of Regina to cast a spell .. a freakin spell! Can you imagine it? Magic.. what a mindfuck. Ugh .. anyway.. her earlier attempts were.. colorfull since everything she had been able to conjure up were some lame fireworks and fizzling lights. This time however something must have changed because the second her hands arch out and I feel a tug in my chest which quickly turns into a ripping sensation and I feel like I should fall to the ground or at least stumble.. but I don't .. rather I have to watch in mute horror as flames lick past my head in two wide arcs pushing back the crushing tide of bodies.

People panic quickly, realising that the queen is not as harmless as they had assumed at first. The screaming starts again, not like before, not the high and mighty declarations of Reginas misgivings but screams of horror.. of the knowledge that everything could turn back to the way it was before .. under her rule.

But before the flames can hurt anyone, and I'm pretty sure they would have very soon, Henry happens .. again. The first time was when he had started it all, this mess we are in right now, by openly declaring his love for me and his disgust of Regina just after he woke up from .. death? The fact that he came back from the dead was such a huge relief at that time, I nearly died from joy .. but only seconds later I watched in shock as this sweet boy tore into Regina with a vengeance.

He finally had his confirmation, no more doubts whether he was .. sick.. or not, now everyone saw and everyone knew about his horrible stepmother and the saviour who stopped her. That would be me ... fuck...

So said saviour stood by, lips in a tight line as the mayor of this weird fucked up little town broke into a million pieces, again and again, each time Henry threw another hurtful remark at her. It sucked every bit of life out of me, I was so glad Henry was alive, so shocked that the curse was broken and so close to slapping him for being this .. unhenrylike.. so much like her .. I guess.

That had been the first time Henry happened, the spark that ignited everything.. everyone.. and now he snuffs it out, just like that. He yells something over the roaring fire and the ringing in my head. It is something wicked, something true, something from the past I guess.. I'm not sure about anything anymore. It silences everyone, and Regina collapses against my back, strings cut, digging her fingers into my jacket as if to hang on for dear life.. maybe she is.

I feel it all, her pain, my confusion, everyone's anger, its all to much, way to fucking much...

Another tug, pulling at my insides, but it is different this time.. and hard to describe. Somehow I know it's her, there is some kind of connection and it's like having a new sense you can't make heads or tails of. I feel her and a whole brickton of curling emotions slamming into my already battered soul. Closing my eyes I try to block it all out but I fail so very utterly.. When I open them again everyone in front of me is gone and the only sound in the mansion is her mewling behind me.

Spinning around I face her with both rage and confusion. Not sure what happened, not sure what she is capable of doing anymore. "Henry?! Where is he?" I have to know, I need to make sure he is ok, no matter what else happened, no matter if its all his fault or not.

"Outside." She croaks out and I barely register the very unregina like state she is in. She is a freaking mess, both in body and spirit.. but I'm already storming out of the foyer to find Henry, to hug him, to make sure he is safe.

As I pass the door it snaps shut behind me and a purple haze forms a seal over it. Not really caring what this is all about I step further into the light and nudge through the sea of befuddled heroes. "Henry!" I gasp out as I spot him next to .. them, my parents. It sucks, feeling what I feel now, truly and utterly sucks. Seeing him so happy to see me, his birthmother he hardly knows, after just having destroyed the woman who took care of him for all his life. It makes me want to retch. It's like THEY believe we should be happy now, we won, everything is ok now .. but it's not. There are no heroes and villains, there are only deeply flawed and fucked up people in this town, each and every one of us.

I stand stock still and he notices something is wrong, he is such a smart boy after all as everyone keeps pointing out. Mary Margaret and David are just behind him, or should I say Snow and James? Mom and Dad? A couple that had killed more guards, hirelings and bandits then I care to admit. A couple that send their only child away.. and all for what? To have their happy ending? Fuck happiness, fuck them! Fuck them and their sappy lovestory that destroys everything they touch. They are just like her, that wretched bundle of flesh behind me, behind those doors. At least she admits it and she has her reasons, reasons for every damn thing she has done since I came to this town.. and they almost always revolved around doing whats best for a son that hates her.. and loves me.. because of something that is written in a book... for fucks sake!

He keeps staring at me and I feel people moving closer, demanding attention or urging me to do something. Something about what? Or who? They don't understand anything. I turn away from them and their voices are fading away as I crash down onto the cold marble floor of the foyer. I lie there in the darkness for the blink of an eye, comforted by the silence of the mansion before the voiced rush back in, together with the burning light of the sun and concerned hands that try to steady me as I try to get up from the muddy gras. Gras? What? Where am I? Brown eyes turn soft and look at me with concern.. I don't know if they are his.. or hers. I let my body fall away and welcome the darkness back into me.