Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time nor its characters. I wish I did.
It had started about a year ago. It was late, but as always Emma couldn't bring herself to sleep. She had got a text warning her about the security alarm of Storybrooke's City Hall: it had been activated. Emma rushed from her apartment, grabbing the keys of her yellow bug.
It was a short ride to the Hall, and Emma entered the building quietly. She soon discovered light coming from inside Regina's office along with some noises. Emma took out her gun and put her back against the wall before opening the door and entering the room ready to take down whoever was in there.
Instead of burglars, she found Regina fighting the security system, pressing buttons and telling the machine to shut up. The Mayor raised her head when she saw Emma and raised her hand.
"Thank God. Can you shut down this devilish machine?"
Emma put down the gun and put it back on its holster before approaching Regina.
"Did you activate it?" she asked as she worked the device. Suddenly, the alarm stopped and Regina sighed with relief, pressing her fingers to her temples.
"I was just working on some papers and suddenly it turned on itself and I couldn't fucking deactivate it."
Emma was taken aback by the Mayor's manners, since she always was so right and polite. Regina staggered and leaned on the couch, and that's when Emma noticed the glass and the almost empty bottle on her desk.
"Are you okay?" she asked when Regina staggered again.
"Of course I am," she huffed turning back to walk to her desk, but she tripped with the rug and Emma rushed to stop her from falling.
"The empty bottle of apple cider doesn't say the same."
Regina stepped away from Emma's hands and rounded her desk, dropping in her chair, "That's none of your business, you can go now Sheriff."
The alarm started to sound again and Regina hit the desk, pressing the bridge of her nose with the other hand, "I can't fucking believe this."
She stood up but hit the chair and tripped again. Then, she growled at it and kicked it. Emma turned off the alarm one more time and turned to find Regina staring at the chair absently. She approached her quietly, almost afraid to startle her, and as she got closer, she saw tears forming in Regina's eyes.
"Regina?" Emma whispered tentatively.
The Mayor closed her eyes as she sighed, "I'm just so tired."
"Well, it's late and—"
"I know I did wrong but I learned from it. I'm sorry. I try to be nice, I try to do everything right, and everyone still see me evil. And Henry still hates me. What else do I have to do?" Regina interrupted, reaching for the glass of alcohol and taking a sip.
Emma stepped forward and placed her hand on the Mayor's arm, "Regina, it's late. You should go home."
Still staring at the chair, Regina smiled sadly, "Home? Henry was home, now he's staying with your parents and what do I have left? An empty mansion?"
At this point, she didn't stop the tears, and Emma stood awkwardly, not knowing what to say. She was right; everyone treated her like she was evil and she didn't really have anyone. Emma didn't think she was evil and thought everyone was wrong, but she had been so busy that she hadn't stopped to actually talk to Regina.
"I'll take you home," she tried again. The Mayor sighed and grabbed her purse to leave, not even answering this time.
Regina fumbled with her keys and they fell to the floor. She sighed but it was Emma who leaned down and grabbed them, opening the door. The Sheriff let her in and watched how Regina walked towards the stairs, only to stop at the bottom. She stood there in silence looking at her right and clenching her hand on the railing. Emma closed the door behind her and walked to see what Regina was watching.
As she saw it, she understood: there was a rock on the floor, surrounded by broken glass. Emma looked at the window and saw red painting and a hole in the middle of it.
"Regina," she said lowly.
"Thank you for driving me in, Miss Swan. You may leave now," Regina clenched her teeth and dropped her purse, kneeling to pick up the pieces of glass scattered on the floor.
Instead of leaving, Emma joined Regina on the floor and started to pick up glass in silence, feeling the Mayor's piercing stare on her as she did so. Together they put all the broken glass away and put a wooden plank on the window as a temporary solution. Even drunk, Regina had managed to fix everything better than Emma sober, the Sheriff noted.
On the kitchen, Emma threw away the glasses, "I can't believe you have wooden planks. I wasn't expecting that."
"Henry is a very creative kid, he loved to make projects with me on his free evenings." The two woman stared, Emma shifting awkwardly; she had tried to cheer up Regina but instead she had brought up Henry into the conversation.
The Mayor was the first to break the eye contact, walking towards a cupboard to get a glass and a bottle of wine. She was about to open the bottle when Emma spoke, "You shouldn't drink more alcohol."
Regina placed the bottle of wine abruptly on the counter, making it stain her ever white shirt, making it possible to see through her chest. Looking up at Emma, the Sheriff could almost see sparkles on the brunette's eyes. "Do. Not. Tell. Me what to do, Swan," she almost warned. "Why are you still here anyways?"
It was a second, or that's what Emma thought when her eyes were drawn to Regina's cleavage, staring at the dark red stains on her shirt revealing a black bra. When their eyes met again, she saw Regina putting on a mask and smirking.
"I see."
The Mayor sauntered towards Emma, who stuttered, "Yo-You should go to bed."
"Straight to the point," Regina said hoarsely, and she didn't wait for Emma to reply, launching forward pressing their lips and bodies together.
Emma felt the taste of alcohol on Regina's lips and felt her head tipsy, but she separated after a moment. Of course she was attracted to Regina, who wasn't? But she was drunk and, even putting the usual mask on, Emma could see in her eyes her feelings were a mess.
The Mayor stepped back and stared at Emma, who swallowed, "It's…It's been a long day, Regina. You should rest. Are you okay to stay alone or do you want me to stay?"
Regina eyed the bottle of wine and, without looking at Emma, she answered, "Leave."
Emma stared for a while, worried about the storm she could see in Regina's eyes, but decided it wasn't the moment to ask. Instead, she swallowed and left the house for the night.
Outside, she saw lights turning on and off through the house, guessing Regina's steps. Kitchen goes off, the hall goes on then off, and then Regina's office goes on. Emma waited for it to turn off, but after a while it didn't and she worried about what Regina might do, so she opened the trunk of her car and pulled out a blanket. She would stay on her car all night, just in case something happened. It wasn't long until her eyes fell closed, the last thought on her mind being Regina's soft lips.
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