A/N: This will be my first story with chapters. Most likely ten or so. hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately, to do with Once Upon A Time or anything related to it

Her lips are really red. Like a crimson and cherry red but somehow more bold. They also look really plump. I wonder how they would taste and feel. I want to kiss her, I'm going to-

"Miss Swan! Are you even listening to your scolding!" the erstwhile queen yelled even though they were only a few centimeters apart.

"Nope, what were you saying?"

"I was berating you for your actions and asked why you would become the Dark One for me!" she yelled animatedly.

"Oh, I love you, that's why." She stated simply.

In the span of a second the new Dark One could see confusion, fear, anger, relief and maybe joy pass across the brunette's features, before the ever impassive mask was donned. Her voice and mind though still betrayed her. So Emma continued.

"It's really not that bad, I just gained vast amounts of knowledge, immortality, some more magic and lifetimes of memories. I don't feel like going and destroying the town, so why worry?"

"A-You-I" she stuttered

"Damn, I broke Regina. Regina, honey, can I call you that? Never mind I'm digressing. I'm going to go now and leave you alone with your thoughts for a while, okay?"

When after a minute no response came, she left the mansion and poofed to just outside of Granny's in a shimmering white cloud.

"Really thought that would change, like to a black. That would have been cool."

She walked in and stopped when everyone stared. She gave an awkward wave and sat down in her regular booth and waited for Ruby.

"Hey Rubes, can I get my usual? Please." Remembering her manners. The waitress look dumbstruck and walked all the way to the kitchen without turning her front from the blond.

She could feel a few more eyes on her and decided that this would quickly become annoying. She had to do something about this. Standing up from the booth the blond turned and faced the somewhat crowd at large. She recognised a few dwarves, Gus and Gepetto. August was probably in the bathroom.

"Firstly, yes I'm the new Dark One. Secondly, no I don't feel like doing anything murderous or villainness or anything. I just want my food." She stated louder to make sure everyone heard and promptly sat down.

Granny was the first to come over and for a brief second Emma felt fear. This woman was scary sometimes and could ban her from all this delicious food. Then what!

"Child, whether that was the truth or not, I don't care. But you will cause no more ruckus here. Understood?" she said with an impossibly high raised eyebrow.

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am" the blonde squeaked.

"Good, now enjoy the food." She said starting to walk away as Ruby approached.

"Here Em. Sorry about you know, before." She said sliding into the other side of the booth.

"It's fine, what did you want to talk about?"

The young wolf blushed lightly. Knowing that sitting down gave her away. But her curiosity had overwhelmed her and she wanted to know.

"What's it like?" she asked ecstatically barely managing not to squeal.

"You know that scene in- never mind no one here does except Henry. It's basically cosmic infinite powers and knowledge all wrapped into a me sized package. Really though I don't feel any different."

"And everything you said to the diner?"

"All true, well there is this one thing mischievous thing I want to do but it's still nothing bad or evil." She said giving a sly smile and thought of those lips again.

"Ruby!" she could see the wolf flinch when Granny called.

"Go, I'm still scared of her sometimes."

"Thanks, enjoy. And it's on me today!"

After the blond ate, more out of routine than anything else. She decided to check what she was capable of. So she went to the old playground where she first found henry. It was gone now but the spot was still open.

With the salty ocean breeze drifting through her hair she upturned her hands and sensed the ground underneath. About five metres underneath her, she could feel old tree roots. Straining her finger and squatting with opened legs she started slowly rising, the air felling like tons upon tons of bricks crushing her body. She let out a small smirk as she felt the root just puncture through the top layer of soil and the continued. Stretching and widening the root and branching it. Three minutes later she finally stooped and wiped the seven beads of sweat of her forehead. In front of her stood a playground looking like a caste and almost half the size of the mansion made entirely of smoothed roots. She could see five swings, 3 slide of various sizes and origins and a couple of other playground attractions.

She actually felt exhausted so she poofed home into her own study. Retrieving some apple cider, which she had stolen when they were still fighting just to mess with her, she sat down on a plush red velvet armchair. She lit the fireplace with a look and floated over her current book. And all of them thought she was just some bail bonds person. She continued to read The Simpsons and their mathematical secrets by Simon Singh until well past midnight, when she finished it. With the decanter empty and her book finished, she had no idea what to do.

"What to do, what to do. Said the blond and pondered what to do!" she said in a sing-song voice.

"Oh hell no! I'm not starting that. And I'm still talking to myself." She sighed.

What is one part of my life that really needs improving? Knitting? Why did I think that? Doesn't matter. Cooking! I'm going to learn to cook as well as Gina. Gina? Oh well, suits her.

After an hour of burning and finally learning to properly cook pasta, the doorbell rang.

"Who would that be?" she giggled in a Rumpelstiltskin fashion and scowled immediately afterwards.

Opening the door she wasn't surprised to see Regina, what she was surprised to see was her in bright yellow sweatpants, a stained baggy t-shirt and one flip-flop. When she began speaking Emma's eyes fell on the empty bourbon bottle.

"Emma!" she yelled jovially and loudly.