Author's Note: I'm not sure what this is or where it came from... but I sure enjoyed writing SwanQueen's inevitable banter. Anywho, I hope you guys like it!
Story Title: On Probation
Chapter One: Our Deal
It was a rather dull day for Regina Mills. Impatiently awaiting her sons arrival, she sat in her lonesome home, sipping on a cold glass of apple cider. The malicious fire that had blazed from within her was finally tamed and put out previous days before, around the same time Henry promised he would spend time with her and stay over at the forbidden mansion on 108 Miflin street. It was part of the deal she made with a certain blonde, one whose name she preferred not to say, but hearing it from her sons mouth was far more satisfying to her soul. Regina had feared he would shut her out completely, ready to begin a perfect life with the happily enchanted family, but the little boy actually remained by her side. As evil and ugly as Regina was on the inside, she somewhat had an ounce of heart left and that small ounce managed to love Henry entirely, ready to bleed on anyone who dared to intervene. Ten years of raising that child, that brilliant young boy and you would think she'd just let go? Her happiness was indeed Henry and God forbid one of those nauseating fairy tale characters tried to pry him from her cold, perfectly manicured hands. She'd use all of the magic she could muster up to destroy their happiness, this time not holding anything back. A small smile formed on her pink lips as she thought of a screaming Snow, grieving the death of her precious daughter and irrelevant Charming. The sound of the door bell ringing brought the ex-mayor out of her brutal thoughts as she immediately stood up and walked past her foyer, reaching the entrance to her home. She smoothed out her pencil skirt, buttoned the very top of her red blouse then fluffed her hair before allowing the visitor access. Expecting it to be Henry, Regina's smile instantly faltered as she caught sight of Emma.
How she hated that damn name.
"Ms. Swan. Where is my-"
"He's in my car, two blocks from here. I told him to stay until I was done talking to you."
"That unsanitary little bug? How parental of you. And what makes you think I want to speak to anyone other than my son?"
Regina, evidently irritated by the blonde's presence, looked the woman up and down and took in her alluring appearance. As unclassy and badly dressed as the savior was, she somehow appeared... attractive. Emma, licking her chapped lips before continuing, caught what the latter was doing and began to feel uncomfortable.
"Either you listen or I leave. With Henry. Your choice."
Regina laughed then thought about how stupid Emma sounded. Did she not read Henry's book? Did she not know what Regina was capable of? If she wanted, she could blast a hole straight through the miserable beings body then proceed down the street to retrieve her son. The only thing that stopped her was Henry. He'd hate her more than he already had before and that was something the brunette couldn't bear. She was given a second chance and knew she couldn't afford to ruin it.
"What could you possibly want to discuss with me?"
"Our deal we made. I want to make sure you stick to it."
"That, dear, is not an issue. I vowed to not harm a little hair on your God forsaken mothers head and that I won't do. Although the deed is quite tempting." Regina teased, smiling evilly at the woman before her. Emma rolled her eyes than continued.
"Look, I don't want my son-"
"Our son, Ms. Swan. You said we can't be greedy and as much as I don't want to share what's rightfully mines with any of you peasants, I have adjusted to the idea. I suggest you start doing the same." Regina corrected, enjoying this small encounter. Emma noticed how pleasant Regina's bust looked in her blouse but immediately shook the feeling away as she tried to focus on their conversation.
"Okay, fair enough. Our son. Happy?"
"No. But hurry and finish your pointless speech, I want to see Henry."
"Ugh, look. No one wants Henry here. No one trusts you... but I know you'd never lay a hand on him. But you running away, taking him with you... that's what I'm not so sure of." Emma admitted, glancing down the street to make sure Henry had actually listened and stayed put.
"Where exactly would I go, Ms. Swan? I'm powerless outside of this town and besides, I have nowhere to run."
Emma used her super power and looked straight into the brunette's brown eyes, searching for a pint of dishonesty.
Nothing.
"Okay, I believe you."
Regina felt an involuntary hitch in her breath as Emma stepped into her space, backing her up against her own door.
"You better make sure he's back in my hands tomorrow. No spells, no tricks, no nothing. Cause I'll kill you, Regina. I'll really fucking kill you."
Regina couldn't help the adrenaline that coursed through her viens or the sudden arousal that struck her when Emma's threat was said.
What the hell was that?
"Not if I kill you first." Was the only thing the brunette could say. Emma, with one more glance at Regina's enticing form, slowly backed away and pulled a walkie-talkie out of her back pocket.
"Alright kid. You can come now."
Moments later, the small brown-haired child ran up the street with a huge sleeping bag in his hands. He approached his adoptive mother reluctantly, giving her a look before reaching out to hug her.
"Hi mom."
Regina closed her eyes then returned the heart-warming action, a sweet feeling filling her whole at the sound of her name. The name she deserved to be called after ten long years of dedication and unspoken love for the little boy whose arms were wrapped around her waist.
"Hi Henry, I'm so glad you're here."
"I know."
Emma watched the interaction and felt an unknown feeling in her gut. She couldn't figure out what the hell it was, but knew it was a mixture of jealousy and strange admiration for the scene currently transpiring before her.
"Why don't you go inside and settle your things in your room? I have an idea of what we could do for the evening." Regina said with a smile, a smile so intoxicating that Emma couldn't help but feel trapped, lured, and fascinated by it all at once.
Emma, what in the fu-
Henry nodded than looked back at his birth mother, giving her a small smile and wave before entering his second home. He didn't want to display too much affection, in fear Regina would disapprove so he settled for the small gestures and ran upstairs to his old room.
"And that idea includes...?"
"Not you. So leave. Goodbye Ms. Swan, I'll make sure me and Henry make it back to your pathetic excuse of an apartment on my broomstick. Good day."
With that said, Regina was gone, successfully slamming the door in the blonde's blood red face. Successfully winning in their previous battle.
Emma sighed than began to walk back up the street, suddenly angry she had parked her bug two long blocks away from the wicked witch of Storybrooke's home.
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