Title: Stolen

Rating: M

Author: Sasha/ Sashaplusone / themayorsdirtylittlesecret

Pairing: Regina/Emma

Disclaimer: I don't own these girls, I just play with them for a while…

Emma wakes with a start, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. A hospital? She looks down at herself, clad in a gown and an IV in her arm.

'What the hell happened?' she thinks. She hears a soft gasp come from the doorway. Looking up she sees Regina Mills with a hand over her mouth, tears filling her eyes.

"Emma, you're awake!" She says softly before rushing over to her. She grabs Emma's shoulders, looking her up and down. Emma stiffens at the touch, looking at her with wide eyes. Regina stops her actions as their eyes meet. She's quiet for a long moment, and an unreadable expression crosses her features.

"Madame Mayor," Emma begins hesitantly. "What's going on?" The brunette straightens up, as tears flow down her cheeks.

"You don't remember." She states as Dr. Whale and the nurse walk in the door.

"Miss Swan, how nice of you to join us! You've been out for quiet some time, sleeping beauty." He says with a smile. "How are you feeling?" Emma's eyebrows crinkle as she tries to piece together the bits of information.

"Uhh.. my head is pounding and I feel like my whole body is stiff…"

"We'll get you something for the pain." He says with a quick nod to the nurse. Regina walks around the bed and grabs the doctor by the elbow, leading him out of ear shot.

"She doesn't remember." Regina says worriedly. "She's looking at me like she barely knows me."

"Memory loss is completely normal. The longer she was in the coma, the harder it was for her to come out. The end result may be some memory loss." Regina looks back at Emma, watching as the nurse administers her medication for her pounding headache.

"Will her memory return?" she asks, never taking her eyes off the blonde.

"Only time will tell."

"This is really nice." Regina says with a genuine smile. Emma looks up from her menu, smiling with a slight blush on her cheeks.

"Well, it only took you six months to agree to taking me out on an official date." Emma teases.

"I just wanted to be sure we'd last beyond the honeymoon stage. No point in causing a scandal over something temporary."

"Who would have ever believed it?"

"That's not the point." Regina covers Emma's hand with her own, as her eyes sparkle. "But, here we are."

As dessert arrives, they're both on their third glass of wine.

"Emma, there's something I've been meaning to ask you." Regina says hesitantly. Emma regards her carefully. Not once can she recall seeing the confident façade slip from the brunette's face.

"Ask away." Emma says curiously. She tries to ignore the nervousness rising as Regina lets out a soft sigh.

"You've been spending most of your nights at my home, and when you don't stay the night you leave past midnight and are back for breakfast. Would you move in with us?" Emma's eyes widen as she gasps softly. She takes in the sight before her. The soft lighting has Regina almost glowing, and she bites her bottom lip as she anticipates an answer.

"I would love nothing more than to move in with you and Henry." Emma says honestly. Relief washes over Regina and she smiles so big as tears fill her eyes.

"I love you." Regina says softly.

"I love you too, Regina."

"When can I go home?" Emma asks Dr. Whale hopefully.

"Not for at least another day. We'd like to monitor you, just in case. Then, you'll be free to go." He says with a smile, looking from Emma to Regina.

"I should call Mary Margaret!" She says, "She probably doesn't even know she's awake."

"I've already called her." Regina says as she steps closer to the bed. "She'll be here…"

"Emma! You're awake!" Mary Margaret says, rushing to her side. "You've had us so worried." She says, as tears spill down her cheeks.

"How long was I out for?" Emma asks, looking around the room.

"Two weeks." Dr Whale says, before closing her chart. "I'll be back to check on you later." Regina thanks him as he exits the room.

"Two weeks? How is that possible? What happened?" Maary Margaret looks from the blonde to Regina.

"You had a head injury." Regina said shortly. Emma sensed there was something else she wasn't telling her, but decided against asking in front of her friend.

"Has the doctor said when you get to go home?" Mary Margaret asked, sensing the need to change the subject.

"Tomorrow, if nothing happens between now and then. I'm sure you miss having me around." Emma says, joking. Mary Margaret scrunches her eyebrows and looks over to Regina. The Mayor feels a lump form in her throat as she's reminded again that Emma remembers nothing of the last couple years.

"She doesn't…"

"Oh!" Mary Margaret says, covering her mouth.

"What? What is it?" Emma looks between the two brunettes, clearly confused.

"Emma, you live—" Mary Margaret begins only to be cut off by Regina.

"It's okay. I'd rather her not be overwhelmed. Your room is just how you left it as Miss Blanchard's, I'm sure." Mary Margaret stares at Regina in shock, noticing the woman's slumped shoulders.

"We're going to work on helping you get your memory back." The teacher says hopefully.

Regina walks into the hospital room with a vase filled with the most gorgeous arrangement she could find. Emma looks over and she gives her a small smile.

"You didn't have to do that." Emma says, tilting her head to the side.

"I wanted to, Emma." Regina says, setting the flowers near the window.

"Since when do you call me Emma?" the blonde asks, confused. Regina's mouth drops open as she turns to Emma.

'I have been for nearly two years.' Regina wants to say, but she decided blunt probably wouldn't help.

"I've been calling you Emma for a while." Regina says smiling. Emma bites her lip, hesitant to ask the question she's wanted to ask since shortly after she woke up. Regina is the Mayor after all; she knows everything that goes on in Storybrooke. Surely, she'll know the answer to this.

"Regina… I hate to ask you this. You'd think I would remember something as life changing as…" Emma trails off, scrunching her eyebrows. She mentally berates herself for not remembering.

"You can ask me anything." The brunette says, sitting beside Emma. Emma lets out a breath she has been holding since Regina spoke.

"Umm.." She begins before holding up her left hand. "When did I get married and who am I married to?"

Regina's body stiffens as she stares at the glittering diamonds.