Disclaimer: I don't own the show or any of its characters.

Pairings: Emma/Regina

Title: The Other Side

Chapter One: Our night

The only sound that can be heard in the small apartment is the sound of the rain hitting the windows. I'm lying here on my bed looking up at the ceiling; I spend most night here in this position as I listen to Henry and his grandparents downstairs. Once in a while they'll ask me if something is wrong and of course I'll tell them no because I don't want them to worry, but I know they don't accept that. They think the reason I'm upset is because of Neil, they're wrong of course, and again I won't tell them that. Not because they won't understand, but because I don't know how to explain to them that the person I'm missing is Regina.

Of course no one knows about Regina and I, actually now that I think of it I don't even know about Regina and I. This thing between us isn't something that can be defined because neither one of us know what it is. We spend our days hating one another, and then sometimes we'll spend our nights comforting one another. It doesn't make any sense, which I guess is part of the reason why I haven't said anything to David or Mary Margaret. It all started the night Neil died, that's the first night I met the real Regina Mills.

I let my eyes drift close, remembering our night.

It happened so suddenly. One minute he was looking up at me telling me to find Tallahassee, and then the next minute I'm shutting his eyes. Things between Neil and I weren't always perfect but he was Henry's father and a good one at that, and he was the one that gave me Henry. A part of me will always love him, but I haven't been in love with him for a long time, of course I would never tell him that. I would let him believe I loved him as much as he loved me if it meant making him and Henry happy, after all they were the only family I had ever known, and well at least Neil was. Neil knew me when I had nothing, when I was no one, and he accepted me none the less.

I don't when I left the woods, but soon I found myself standing in front of her house. I didn't knock; I just stood there, looking at the ground, wondering why I brought myself here. Why I would turn to her for comfort when she's brought me nothing but pain and misery. "Emma?"

Wait…she never calls me Emma.

"Emma," opening my eyes I see Mary Margaret standing above me. "David and I are going to take Henry to school…" she trails off not really knowing what to say.

"Okay…" I say sitting up. "Just let me come say goodbye," I go to get up but she stops me. "What?"

"He's already downstairs with David," she comments backing away. "He didn't want to bother you." I nod in understanding and she leaves. He could never bother me and it hurts me to think that I made him feel as if he could. I don't know when I started pushing him away, and when I started making him feel like he was bothersome. I let my eyes drift shut again, remembering her.

"What are you doing here," she asks. No greeting, nothing, just a simple demand, asking why I am here, at her house, which I have to say is a very fitting question. Regina and I aren't two people who practically like one another, and that much is clear. But she is someone I respect, after all she raised Henry when I couldn't, she took in my son without even questioning where he came from, she loved me unconditionally as if he was her own. "Well Ms. Swan? I don't have all night," she says crossing her arms across her chest.

That bugs me, because what does she really have to do? No one in this town even likes her; after all she is the evil queen. As soon as I think that I regret it, she hasn't been the evil queen for a long time, and she is honestly trying to be better for Henry. I hear the sound of her door faintly as she's trying to close it and reach out to stop it. "Talk fast Emma, I'm losing my patients."

"I don't know why I'm here…" I pause making eye contact with her for the first time. I don't know if she knows it or not but all her emotions are shown through her eyes. And right now they show pain, which means she doesn't have any plans, instead to spend the night along, in her house, thinking about Henry, the child that doesn't even remember her.

In the beginning

I never thought it would be you

"Can I just come in?" I ask feeling helpless. "I don't know where else to go."

She opens the door. "Would you like a drink?"

I sit up; things have definitely changed between us. I reach for my phone, the buzzing being the noise that startled me out of my day dream. "Regina Calling" is flashing across my screen and I hesitate before answering. "Regina?"

"Ms. Swan," the annoyance in her voice is evident. "Can you please open the door, I've been standing outside your door knocking for ten minutes," she comments.

"Why are you here?" I ask even as I make my way down the stairs toward the front door. I open it and there is she, standing there with a bottle of Tequila and a pint of ice cream. "Did I miss something?"

"Are you the only one that can show up unexpectedly?" She asks moving past me into the apartment. "Just like you Emma, I don't have anywhere to go either," she sets the bottle and the ice cream on the table. "I just lost my heart to the wicked witch," she comments opening the bottle and looking at me. "I need a drink."

Tonight we'll just get drunk

Disturb the peace

Walking into the kitchen I grab two shot glasses and two spoons. She's right, neither one of us really have anyone else to turn too. Sure I have Mary Margaret and David but what can I really talk to them about, they don't really know me and I don't know them and that isn't our fault, but that's just the way it is. There are current things I don't mind talking to them about, but then there are things I just can't talk to them about, things they just won't understand, for instance this thing that's happening between Regina and I.

"So what's it like?" I ask setting down the shot glass and the spoons. "Not having a heart?"

"Empty," she says not even looking up. "I don't feel anything," she comments pouring the liquid into the glasses and sliding one towards me. "My brain is telling me I should be feeling something but I'm just unable to, and it's painful knowing that there is a part of me that is missing, when it should be here giving me warmth." She puts the glass to her lips and she tips her head back and lets the liquid flow down her throat. "I'm cold," she looks at me. "And you're the only one that brings me warmth."

I down my drink.

Then you bite your lip

Whisper and say, we're going all the way

"Regina…" I trail off and she fills my glass again. Before I can say anything more she's standing right next to me, her hand on the small of my back, downing her drink as I down mine. Last time this happened I was the one at her house, depressed and in need to comfort and she provided it, who am I to deny her. She fills both our glasses again.

"I'm not asking for anything Emma," she leans in closer, whispering. I can feel the warmth of her breath on my ear and it sends instant shivers down my spine. I down my next drink and she does the same and this time I turn to look at her, grabbing the back of her head, gripping her hair tightly in my fingers. I can see clearly into her eyes now and it isn't pain, its need. She doesn't want this; she needs this, something to make her feel something. "You know you want it." She says as her eyes glance to my lips before looking back into my eyes. "You know you need this too."

Without second thought I slam my lips into hers. Our kiss is not gentle or soft, it is rough and full of need. There is nothing about this moment that won't hurt, and that is exactly what we both need as she drags me upstairs leaving the ice cream to melt.