Hi! ... So I did a thing... I'm not a writer at all, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head. And I thought it would be funny. So I scribbled it on here.
Obviously I don't own anything. Believe me, the show would look nothing like that if I did.
Do your worst. But remember, all of this is just for fun.
Reluctantly Emma walked up to the mansion. She took a minute to push her car keys into the pocket of her tight jeans, creating a bulge. Oh she did not feel like doing this, she did not feel like sharing anything with this woman. Let alone a son. And the downside of having a kid was that they look at you with those big eyes, making them all puppy like, and then they go "But can't you at least TRY to get along?". And then you end up at the mayors house, not wanting to be there at all, debating on disappearing into the dark again. 'For Henry' she thought to herself and rang the doorbell. Emma looked up to the house, noticing there was a light on, but nothing happened. She rang the doorbell again, getting annoyed. Who was this woman kidding? Ignoring her? No way. She rang again. All of a sudden her head shot up, hearing a scream coming from the house. Not hesitating for a second she knocked over the potted plant next to the door, knowing there was a key there, let herself in and ran up the stairs two steps at a time.
"Regina?!" Emma called. Not getting any response, she listened, trying to locate the brunette in the seemingly empty house. Her ear caught the sound of running water from the bathroom. She took a leap towards the bathroom door, or at least where she figured out the bathroom would be and yanked it open. All too soon she realized nothing bad was going on in here. A brunette woman with very long hair was taking a shower, softly singing to herself. Wait a minute, LONG dark hair? This… oh no. The woman turned around a yelped.
"WOW! What the..?" She exclaimed within seconds. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Emma, who just stood there, eyes open wide. "Hi. You're not Regina. Who are you?" She asked, making it sound like one word, turning around in the process, seemingly not ashamed of her naked form at all.
"I'm… I'm so.. so sorry." Emma stuttered.
"Here is the towel, babe, are you… MS. SWAN! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Emma's head snapped back, reckoning she was in some real trouble right about now.
Have a good day now!