The chapter is short but it's here to kick of the story. As the story starts picking up chapters will be longer and more informative. There is also a few mistakes in this chapter because I haven't re-read through it because it's late but some time this week I will get to editing it. Also some of the language may be different because I am Australian. Anyway hope you enjoy this chapter.

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"Today we welcome our 45th President Of The United States and our first female President to take the seat, to the White House."

"And what a glorious day it is Mark. Sunny, no clouds and not a chance of rain anywhere on the horizon."

"As if it were meant to be John. A welcoming for our 45th President. In other news-"

Click.

The radio was silenced by a quick twist of Ruby's wrist as she spoke, "I hear she's a bitch."

"More like a witch than a bitch," Mary snorted her dislike of the new President in power. "The first female President just had to be the cruelest, bitchiest-"

"Straighten up!" Emma called as they all shuffled into position forming a line of penguin dressed forms. Emma stood at the end of the line beside her was her best friend and colleague Ruby, next was her cousin Mary Margret or M&M for short, followed by David and a few more black and white dressed men and women - twelve in total.

"I'll schedule you a press conference to aquaint yourself with the-" an aging unruly brown haired man spoke glancing the penguin forms up and down before finishing in a distasteful tone "-public."

"Yes, yes do what you must." The brunette waved a hand dismissvely glancing over each and everyone of the forms in front of her, "Which one of you is in charge?"

Emma took a step forward from the end of the line, keeping her gaze straight ahead. "That would be me Madame."

Taking a step toward Emma she waved her hand once again dismissvely at the rest of the Secret Service Agent's. "The rest of you are dismissed to your posts."

A few glances at one another and they were gone shuffling in all directions. Some had already been appointed to the doors and had accompanied the President on her flight on Air Force One to DC.

"I am to be giving you my itinerary yes?"

Emma nodded once to that. The woman in front of her looked tense, her stature was stoic and rigid, her facial muscles revealed no emotions which made reading her hard - but those eyes, those eyes Emma believed she could get lost in. People said eyes were the windows into the souls and since those chocolate brown eyes were the only things Emma could read in the entire President's stance - she wasn't about to dispute that claim.

Regina continued, "Very well I'll see you in an hour," turning away from Emma to her shy secretary she added. "Clear my schedule and unless it's World War III make sure we are not interrupted."

"Yes Madame President."

"Mom!" A small voice screamed as a young boy burst through the doors being chased by two suited figures a third gracefully slipping in to close the White House doors.

Emma immediately noticed the President's facial features and stance relax, a small smile spreading out onto the womans face. The room automatically brightened to it - or at least Emma thought so. Your job. Your protectee. Your assignment. Emma reminded herself.

"Henry, how was your day at school?"

"Other than the fact I had two big men following me around," the little boy named Henry thumbed back to the two emotionless, statue standing Secret Service men dressed in casual clothes. "Grace and a few other kids were going to hang out after school but Gary said that without Pre-planning I couldn't go."

Emma stepped up to defend her agents before the President could open her mouth to speak or reprimand them. "That's correct, it helps us better protect you if we no in advance where your going, what you plan on doing and who your with."

"Do you really believe twelve to thirteen year olds are dangerous Miss...?" Regina paused a beat awaiting an answer.

"Swan. Emma Swan, Madame President." Emma answered.

"Miss Swan I hardly think kids are cause for worry."

"Perhaps not Madame President but your kid is the best way for terrorists and kidnappers to get at you." Emma defended. "They can take you hostage but to a certain degree you are expendable especially if it jeopradizes the country and you have a replacement," Emma paused watching, awaiting an emotion of acceptance. Anything? Nothing? Something? Emma continued, "Your son however can be used against you." Aha! There it is! Emma watched the brief flicker of fear cross the President's beautiful features at the mention of her son.

"Very well," Regina conceded before turning to her son to kneel down in front of him so she was eye to eye with him. Straightening out his jacket by his lapels Regina suggested, "Why don't you invite a few of your friends here?"

"I don't want to!" He pouted as he yelled, "I want o go to the arcade and eat pizza with Grace and my friends."

That was the second time Emma had heard that name and both times it was spoken with genuine care, each syllable prounced to the the best a twelve year old could possibly do. If Emma was right and she was almost one-hundred-percent positive that she was. That young boy, the First Child or kid or son or whatever the hell they actually called them had a crush.

Standing up Regina spoke with heartfelt sincerity that made Emma question the M&M's words. "Henry I'm sorry but things are going to have to change and your protection is my number one concern. Now you can have your friends here or you plan ahead and tell the security detail off it."

If the look Henry was squaring could be any more deadly Emma was sure that Madame Presidante would be ashes on the hard marble floor beneath her feet. Emma almost chuckled at the sight before her. It seemed as if it didn't matter where or who the families were, their were always going to be squabbles and arguments within them just like this one - not between President and a Child but between Mother and Son and Emma admired that. The President was a Commander and Leader but more importantly Emma could see she was a Mother, something that no matter how much power she had would never take that away from her. Even if someone tried she doubted they would succeed.

Stomping off Henry screamed back. "I hate you! I hate Gary! I hate this god damn house!"

"Henry language!" Regina screamed back only to have the slamming of doors responding back to her.

"If you don't mind me saying that kid is out of control," the unruly brown haired aging man spoke up. "I still have those boarding school brocheures."

Emma's head snapped over towards the man, "He's a twelve year old kid whose finding it hard adjusting to everything that's going on right now. He's just been thrust into a life were everything he does will be known to a entorauge of strangers." Emma turned to face the President slightly fearful and expecting a full reprimand but all she recieved was a grateful smile. "I'll see you in forty Madame President." With that Emma bowed her head slightly, pivoted on her heel and took of into the maze that was the White House.

Okay it'll get better there is an underlying storyline so it's not only SwanQueen romance but an actual storyline. There will also be other pairings but I'll let you figure them out as the story goes along.
Hope you enjoyed.