Disclaimer: I own nothing exceot my own imagination.

My first attempt at writing an OUAT fic, so please be gentle. Rated T for now, may change to M later on.

Apologies for any mistakes, they are all my own doing. :)

Regina roused from sleep, surrounded by warmth and a softness she recognized as not her own. Her eyes shot open as she realised she was not in her bed, she was in someone else's, but for the life of her can't even begin to comprehend how she got there. She'd fell asleep in her own bed last night, she was sure of it.

When she felt a body stir next to her she stiffened and a very male arm swung itself over her frame. Her breath caught in her throat and she bit into her bottom lip. Something was most definitively wrong with this picture. She slid her arm up and out of the comforter with stealth she didn't know she possessed, her eyes never leaving the bulky limb that attempted to pull her closer, but it was as she reached to remove the offending appendage that she realised the paleness of her skin. She held her arm up and looked at the slender alabaster gleam of her fingers, down her toned forearm and back up to the unpainted fingernails. Maybe she was sick? She didn't feel feverish, but it would explain the memory lapse, maybe. She sucked in a breath when she was tugged towards the hard body behind her, she prayed to God she hadn't done something substantially stupid and wondered who she was pressed against.

She yelped when she felt a different appendage poke her in the back and she scurried from the bed taking the sheets along with her, her back hitting the brick wall as she scrambled to cover herself with the white cotton. A groan from the bed drew her attention and the solid form of Neal Cassidy lay stretched out in all his naked glory. Regina would swear she felt her heart stop beating within her chest and she choked on the air in her lungs. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole. What had she done?

Neal leaned up on his elbow and smiled at her. "Hey beautiful." He said with a grin. Her usual biting retort seemed to be in hiding and she was rendered speechless, face contorting as nausea threatened to overwhelm her. His expression changed when his sleepy haze wore off and he saw the confusion on her face. "You ok?" concern etching his features. She still couldn't find words, her throat constricted and she felt tears well in her eyes. Henry would never forgive her for this! Her bottom lip quivered and a lone tear slipped from her lids. "What's wrong?" Neal asked with a seriously scared look on his face.

"How?" she managed to force from her lips, her hand flicking between the two of them, but it was strained and sounded unlike her.

He moved across the bed attempting to get closer only she stepped aside and tried to keep the distance between them, he baulked at her reaction and sadness seeped into his eyes. She felt a twinge of sorrow at causing him pain – a strange sensation for her - but she didn't have time to dwell on it.

She had been trying so very hard since they'd been back and had been slowly becoming someone other than The Evil Queen in the eyes of the town. Her relationship with her son had vastly improved and her volatile relationship with The Saviour had begun to turn into a weirdly tentative friendship; much to the chagrin of The Charming's, but she finally felt like a little peace had settled in her life. She still had a long way to go and was by far not the most popular person in Storybrooke, she could still see the fear in the eyes of some of townspeople, but she was trying...For her son she was trying her damndest and she would do just about anything for Henry! Now with this she'd just ruined all of her hard work.

She broke from her thoughts when she felt a hand grasp her own and she looked into the eyes of her son's father. They held such a deep love within them that she actually faltered when she made to pull away. The only person who had ever looked at her like that before was Daniel. A swirl of emotions rushed through her body and she found herself responding to his touch as he pulled her to him. She noticed he'd managed to pull on some jeans in her absentmindedness and she stood between his legs before he rose and tucked her hair behind her ear. She clung to the sheet like a lifeline as he took her face between his hands; she tried to look anywhere but in his eyes and failed miserably. What the hell was happening to her?

She didn't even like this man, in fact she loathed him, he showed up like some white knight and inserted himself into her son's life after being absent from it for so long and just expected everything to be rainbow's and unicorns - although she knows it wasn't his fault, she stills doesn't trust him, because for Regina Mills trust never came easy and sometimes not at all - but her body seemed to be betraying her as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to her lips. Her brain was screaming all the reasons this shouldn't be happening, yet her body wouldn't listen and it moulded to him, his arms circling her waist as the kiss deepened.

At the feel of her own nakedness beneath the sheet she managed to get her body to cooperate with her brain and shoved against his chest. "This is wrong." She stated breathlessly. "What are we doing?" She moved around the bed and shook her head as she tried to find her clothes.

"Emma?" He said it so softly and she spun around with wide eyes. God she realised she'd now also ruined the delicate friendship she'd just begun to discover as well.

"Can we just leave that detail of the matter for now, Dear?" She demanded, not wanting to bring anymore thoughts to the forefront about the woman in question before she had processed what had actually transpired last night; although she could pretty much guess from her state of undress and the faint ache between her legs, and continued to search for her clothes which seemed to have vanished into thin air amongst the strewn clothes in the room.

"Wow, you really are starting to sound like Regina." He huffed.

She stopped statuesque and turned to find him roughly pulling on his shirt. "What did you just say?" She asked perplexingly.

"I said you are really starting to sound like Regina." Sarcasm laced his words.

Now she really was confused. Of course she would sound like herself why wouldn't she? She...A sudden fear crept its way up into her brain and she held her hand up once again to study it. She felt like someone had gripped her soul and yanked it as a rushed intake of breath filled her lungs. Realisation dawned on her and she turned away from the man who looked as equally confused, she opened the sheet to look at herself. Only she wasn't herself. She rushed to the mirror and gasped at the reflection she saw within it, her hand coming to her mouth. Blonde locks of wavy hair, creamy coloured skin and hazel green eyes stared back at her from the shiny surface. Shock had taken over her body and rooted her feet to the ground as she gazed at herself. Actually not herself! There before her stood Emma Swan.

How in the hell had this happened? Why was she Emma?

Neal came up behind her and ran his hands down the smooth plains of her arms. Once again words failed her and she let her hand slip from her mouth. "Are you ok?" he asked a little worriedly. When he kissed her shoulder it took her only a moment to come to her senses as this body begun to ache in places it shouldn't and she knew she needed to get out of there.

"I need to leave." She began picking up Emma's signature clothing, ignoring the questioning look from Nea...Mr Cassidy and wondered how she hadn't noticed them before; most probably because she'd been in a state of shock and panic at the thought she had slept with Henry's father and Gold's son, but none the less. She slid on the excessively tight jeans and black vest and wondered how Emma actually had the ability to move in these wretched things, before sliding the boots on and grabbing the red leather coat.

"Emma wait." He said grasping her arm. She turned to look at him, her eyes cold and hard. There were words waiting on his tongue, but her expression must have told him now was not the time and his arm fell defeated at his side.

She left like the room was on fire and slammed the door behind her, quickly making her way down and out of Granny's in. As she got onto the street, the crisp morning air blew against her skin, no not her skin, Emma's skin and she threw the jacket onto the pale flesh. As she begun to walk towards the mansion, she let her mind finally ponder the how and why of this situation.

True that since they'd been back from Neverland herself and Emma had finally gained a form of trust between them and agreed to a co-parenting plan that dealt them equal amounts of time with their son. She'd damned well deserved it after having to spend all that time with The Charming's on that godforsaken island and not killing them. She huffed out of puff of air. She'd even continued teaching her how to channel her magic and...She stopped suddenly and closed her eyes releasing a sigh of annoyance.

Now that this body wasn't torn between lust and logic she could properly focus, she could feel the untrained magic that flowed through the veins of it. It was unstable and dangerous, a deadly combination. Emma was learning, but her progress was slow; albeit slow seemed to be her only pace, and now that Regina knew the source of the problem she could deal with it.

This was definitely not her doing, so if she was in Emma's body that could only mean Emma was in hers - hopefully? - And that this had to most certainly be her fault. "I am going to kill her."

I hope you enjoyed the read. I have a few chapters already written and will try to post regularly, hopefully once a week. Some reviews would be appreciated to keep the inspiration alive. xx

Jada x