Emma planned on scare pranking Henry for a few days now and everything was set she just have to wait. But, as everything goes, it wasn't Henry she almost scared to death and almost burning her hair in the process. (Asked by pressuredrightnow)

Chapter 1: Or the moment Emma realizes she shouldn't be playing with fire.

The main door of the mansion creaked as it was opened, footsteps being heard from the darkened corner in where Emma had decided to hide. Snickering, the blonde refrained herself from peeking as she mentally counted the seconds away while the newcomer closed the door behind them.

Biting her bottom lip, the blonde gulped down a giggle as she began to imagine Henry's face as the contraption she had created started to work. The kid had managed to scare her to death a week ago and she was going to make him pay. That idea alone made her almost peek but she stopped herself, tilting her head and trying to pinpoint where the footsteps were going; according to what she knew about Henry he would be going to the kitchen first and if she was right he was going to end up remembering who was the Prank Queen.

It was however, as she tried to place where the boy was, when she heard a sigh, a feminine sigh, when her glee transformed in horror as she could feel her blood draining from her face. Henry didn't sigh like that, it was…

"Regina! Stop!"

Too late, the lights she had placed at both sides of the kitchen's door began to flash and a blood-curling scream could be heard followed by Regina's own one while she turned and, instinctively, went for where Emma's voice had come from. The blonde wasn't almost able to call for her magic as a fireball escaped the extended fingers of the former queen and, as she crossed her arms in front of her, white rivulets creating a shield as she did, she could feel the heat of the magic fire far too close for her taste.

It was, however, by the time the fireball's magic disappeared, that she found herself wishing for it to return; in front of her a very angry Regina was eyeing her with the same heat she had just displayed glimmering on her eyes. Dressed to the nines as she was Emma's mind suddenly remember that she, in fact, had talked to the woman that very morning about how the former queen was going to try to exit a little bit earlier from the office so they could go in a date before Henry finished with his at Violet's house.

She was screwed.

Swallowing and letting her arms fall at both sides of her torso, she tried to go with a feeble smile that didn't really went too far under Regina's angry stare.

"Hi?" She began, clearing her throat as she didn't receive any answer. Not until Regina closed the distance between the two of them in a few calculated strides and arched a brow as she kept on staring at her, her best regal tone escaping from her lips as Emma felt her head began to reel.

"Miss Swan." Her voice was like honey but behind it there was a sense of danger Emma could hear even louder. "Why in all the realms was that?"

She was definetely screwed.

Emma opened her mouth but wasn't able to speak, not until Regina's pointed stare prompted her to mutter her words.

"It wasn't…" Regina's brow arched impossibly higher. "It was for the kid, he pranked me a week ago and ate my Halloween's candy leftover and… and I wanted…" Regina's eyes weren't exactly welcoming as she tried to explain herself and so she stopped, coughing before muttering a quick "yeah" that made her feel almost like a scolded child.

Regina waited for a couple of seconds before closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, her other hand raising in the air and making both the lights and the small speaker Emma had bought disappear into thin air, sparks of purple magic floating for a second before they settled at their feet.

"Sometimes I don't know why I love you." Regina finally said with a long-suffering sigh.

"But you do?"

Emma's question came out in a much high-pitched voice than her usual tone and for that she halted, suddenly ashamed. Regina stared at her before nodding, warmth washing over her anger a little bit.

"Next time, however, try something else. Outside the house."

Emma nodded frantically at that, almost missing the quiet chuckle that came from Regina's lips at her expression. She didn't miss though the quick peck on her lips nor the swift caress on her forehead where the heat of the fireball had licked her skin for a moment too long.

"I love you."

"Yeah, so have I heard."