Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time characters, or any other parts that are similar to the ones in the show.

It's been said that we can never remember how a dream starts. That when we dream with someone, one way or another, we can be related with that person in real life. They are images that are in our minds, in our consciousness. But somehow we cannot recall. And even if we think we're dreaming with someone we don't know, we're actually dreaming with someone we saw a long time ago, and now we don't remember.

The breeze was warm that summer afternoon at the lake in the enchanted forest. Henry was trying to do little toads with the rocks, while Emma and Regina were resting under a large tree. The beautiful brunette leaned her back against the trunk, letting the blue-eyed blonde lay down her head on the lap of her true love. The two kept their eyes fixed on their son, who was just a few feet away from them.

'Do you think he's happy?'

'Oh, I think so I mean, he's got the best mother in the world.'

'You never stop being self-centered don't you, Emma?'

'Actually, I was talking about you.' Reginasmiled slightly. 'You know Regina, I think he couldn't havehad a bettermother.I mean,he could have ended in a place where no one would give him affection, or someone would mistreat him... or even worse.' The brunettefrowned,terrifiedby the idea thatEmmahad in mind. 'What I mean is that you raised him all this time that I wasn't here, and he grew up being a very good kid. It doesn't matter what had happened; now we're fine, we're peaceful. He's with us, and…' The blonde made a pause as she rose from her comfortable position just to fit again beside her woman. She gentlytookher chinand lookedinto her eyes. 'And I can finally be with the woman I love.' They stared at each other's for a few seconds. Their eyes could speak without words, that was love. Emma moved slowly towards the mouth of the brunette and everything seemed perfect.

Suddenly a big thunder was heard near them, and a denseand hugeblack cloudbegan toappearquickly. Everything around Emma seemed to fade. Regina and Henry were motionless, staring blankly, and as much as she tried to get them out of that state, she couldn't. The wind roared furiously, the bright-eyed woman broke into tears as she hugged her beloved brunette. The rest, no longer existed.

'Regina, please.' A tearfell to the groundand the woman went back to normal,but still fading. She gentlyplaced her hands onthe blonde's face and in a sad smile said:

'You have to remember.'

'Regina!' Emma woke up exalted. 'Who the hell is Regina?' She said to herself as she sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at the clock, only ten minutes left until the alarm sounds. She ran her hair to one side. 'What kind of nightmare was that?' She had no idea who the woman on her dreams was, or why she had dreamed of her in that way so, strange. But for some reason she was filled with anguish.

'Regina, Regina, Regina. What the hell?' She whispered.

The blonde used to keep a small notebook in her drawer, which grabbed whenever she had a dream that attracted a lot of attention. She took her pencil and described what had gone through her mind while she was sleeping, as detailed as possible. Lately that had become a kind of a routine; she'd been having nightmares for a month. At some point they could be useful, all those notes. Or at least that was what she thought.

Emma used to make breakfast for Henry every day, and without even having to call him, he would wake up with the simple scent of the apple pancakes she cooked for him. That morning wouldn't be exceptions. It was one of his favorite things; waking up to the sound of New York was a bit annoying, but knowing that his mother had everything ready just for him, made him very happy. Never mind that there were only the two of them, everything was fine as it was.

'That smells good.' Henry was still trying to adjust his eyes to the light of the day.

'Hey kid!' Bringing his cup of hot cocoa and pancakes. 'How did you sleep last night? It was a little frosty.' She took a sip of her own chocolate.

'Not very well, I had a bad night. It's very strange; it's been a long since the last time I had a nightmare'

'I know, tell me about it.'

'Did you have nightmares too?'

'And not just any nightmare.' Henry looked at her strangely. 'But what was your dream about?'

'I don't remember that much now, but I think that I was locked in a dark room and there was fire everywhere.' Emma raised her eyebrows in astonishment. 'There was also a woman, which I don't know, the other side of the room. The flames were separating us and I tried to save her but I couldn't. And then I woke up. '

The blonde frowned. 'You know, they say that on cold nights it is easier to have a nightmare.' She thought for a moment. 'Wait, what was that woman like? '

'Brunette, short hair, I can't remember more. Oh! And she had a scar on the right side of her lips.' Emma's face froze when she heard how the little boy perfectly described the same woman she's been dreaming with. 'Why?' The blonde was lost in her thoughts. 'Mom, what happens?'

'Huh?' Emma went back to reality.

'Why did you ask?'

'Oh it's just... this is gonna sound weird.' She seemed a little nervous. 'I don't even know if you'll believe me, or...'

'Mom!' The boy interrupted. 'Just tell me.'

'I've been having these weird, really weird dreams, and sometimes the same woman appears in them.'

'Do you think it means something?'

'I don't know, it could be.' Henry frowned. 'Or maybe, it's just a big coincidence. Maybe it's someone we met a long time ago in one of my cases. Someone we saw on the street? Ugh, I don't know. 'She couldn't sound more confused. 'Never mind, go get your stuff or you'll be late.' Emma smiled at his son and he went quickly to do what he was told.

Henry's school was not far from his apartment, and Emma loved to carry him to the door of that big building. He was still like a child to her eyes, even though he was thirteen, and going through puberty.

Despite of having the instincts of a tiger mother, the blonde didn't notice there was someone following their steps very closely.

Author's note: Ok, I've never been to NY and I don't know it either, BUT let's just say Henry's school is just a few blocks from the apartment, even tho that could not be possible, or maybe yes, who knows? (I don't, lol). Please review because it's my first fic and you'll help me a lot! And if there's any mistake that you can find (because English is not my first language) I would love if you let me know :D

Take care! And thanks for reading!