Summary: Regina Mill is used to having everything done her way. She controls every little detail that goes on in her life and lives for straight lines and even numbers. Her world is suddenly taken by storm when she meets Emma Midas, another teen struggling with her own demons. Swan Queen.
Emma's parents are going to be Ingrid and Victor(Whale) because ….well I honestly don't know. It just sort of fits in this story. Her sister is Kathryn.
Chapter One: Just below the Surface
Her throat was dry, she couldn't talk even if she wanted to. Not that she did. She never did...Since the first time she was forced to sit down on this worn leather that smelled of moth balls and an old attack. The creases in the seats irked her to no end, and no matter how many times she offered to buy the therapist a new couch, he flat out refused. Most days they simply sat in silence, neither of them eager to break the tense silence in the room even though that was what he was being paid to do.
"Your parents tell me that you had an episode when your sister misplaced something of yours." His soft voice grated her nerves in the same way someone scratching a chalk board did for anyone else. She couldn't fight her urge to roll her eyes, and she scoffed lightly thinking back to the reason her parents had bumped up her weekly appointment.
"She didn't misplace anything! She purposely took something she was not to touch." Regina bit back watching the therapist nod before he began scribbling something down.
"It also says here that you physically struck her, is this true?" Dr. Hopper questioned, watching Regina's body tense up for a moment before she exhaled a deep breath. The eighteen year old had been seeing him since she was twelve, and he would like to think that he could read her by now. But even now as he watched her he wasn't to confident in that ability.
"She called me a freak. I simply gave her what she wanted." Regina shrugged, crossing one leg over the other.
"How does that make you feel, that you lost control in such a way?" D. Hopper asked, watching the brunette teen dig her nails into the the arm rest of the sofa.
"I didn't lose control, I never lose control Dr Hopper!" Regina gritted out, and when the alarm went off signaling the end of their session she practically flew off the couch.
"Well this was nice, I better be going." Regina managed to compose herself as the therapist stood up.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to recommend your parents double your weekly sessions Regina. You spend forty-five minutes on my couch refusing to speak. We aren't getting anywhere and I want to help you get better." He frowned as he pulled off her prescription sheet for her medication refill.
"I don't need nor want your help, Dr. Hopper!" Regina protested
"We both know that isn't true. I have adjusted your dosage for Fluoxetine. If you have any suicidal thoughts or a negative reaction to the medication, please call me as soon as possible." He urged as Regina snatched the slip out of his hand before turning on her heels to leave. As soon as the door opened, her mother rose gracefully from her chair.
"How was everything?" Cora walked over to her youngest child but the question was directed to the man behind her.
"Everything was fine!" Regina spoke quickly as her mother grabbed the slip from her hand.
"Actually Mrs. Mills, I was hoping you could spare a few minutes so I could speak with you." Archie piped up, ignoring the harsh glare that the younger Mills had sent his way.
"Of course." Cora eyed her daughter before stepping off to the side leaving Regina to look around. The bell on the door chimed as the door flew open. Two blondes stepped forward arguing, oblivious to their audiences.
"I don't want to be here! I told you I'm fine!" The younger of the blonde's protested the older woman dragging her into the small office room.
"Emmalyn, you have been progressively getting worse! Your father and I both agreed that we wouldn't let it get to this point! You need help, there is nothing to be ashamed of..." The older woman shot back but she let go of her daughter's arm.
"This isn't fair...none of this is fair." Emma shook her head before crossing her arms in a pout. Regina found that she couldn't look away from the hot mess that was the beauty in front of her. A baby blue and white plaid shirt was wrinkled, as if the girl had slept in it and simply rolled out of bed. Leggings fit her body like a second skin but one rose higher on a well toned calf than the other and Regina's eye was literally twitching as she fought the urge to fix it to an appropriate length. It was a compulsion, her condition fell into two categories; washer and arranger. While uncommon, it effected her everyday life. So much that some days she didn't feel up to leaving her home.
"Ms. Midas, Dr. Hopper will only be a moment." The secretary piped up, looking briefly to Regina and her mother. It was then Regina's eyes connected with the most brilliant shade of green that she had ever seen. Almond in shape, she still managed to make them look so wide and unsuspecting. The blonde's eyes darted across her face, while Regina barely blinked. Thin pink lips quirked into a smile before the expression fell when her mother started to speak.
"Thank you Barbra." Ingrid nodded to the woman before leading her daughter over to the waiting area.
"I'm not an invalid! I can walk!" Emma hissed, snatching her arm out of her mother's grip. This type of behavior must have been a common occurrence because her mother barely batted an eyelash, instead she picked up a Weekly Issue magazine.
Emma sat down on the edge on the seat, her eyes still searching Regina's figure with a lazy smile on her face. Everything about this girl set Regina's nerves on edge, threatening to throw her overboard if she had to be around it for another second. Yet she couldn't tear her eyes away. Yes Emmalyn Midas was truly and utterly captivating in a very dangerous way.
"Barbra, can you please set Mrs. Mills and Regina up with an appointment for this Thursday and Saturday." Archie's voice is what stopped her from staring at the blonde.
"Saturday?! Mother, that is the weekend! You said-" Regina was vehemently against the idea.
"I know what I said, dear. However this is what's best for right now. We'll talk about this at home. This is not the time nor the place for such a conversation to take place." Cora cut off her daughter before walking up to the desk to schedule the proper time for the appointments. Regina huffed before turning to go and stalk out of the door. However she faltered in her heels as she walked pass the blonde.
"Hi." The blonde greeted meekly. Regina pursed her lips before nodding.
"Hello, dear." Her voice was far huskier than she wanted it to be, and the flushed look that the blonde now sported let her know she was not unaffected by it. Her brown eyes briefly flickered to the blonde's mother who shot her an unamused look before flicking through her magazine.
"Hey." Was all that Ingrid Midas offered her before Cora was practically pushing her out of the door.
"Honestly Regina Leigh Mills! I do not pay over six hundred dollars a month for you to simply sit on a couch and refuse to speak! Don't you wish to be normal? To get over this ridiculous obsession you have?" Cora ranted, her grip tightening on her daughter's arm as they approached her mother's Range Rover. Typical richy car for a typical richy bitch. Regina didn't contain her snort at her mother's questions.
"Well mother, normal is simply what society would like to see so that every one is the exact same carbon copy. It isn't very normal for a woman to spend sixty thousand dollars on a car when that's how much the average citizen in Storybrooke makes in two years. However I suppose only the mayor's wife is excused from being normal." Regina quipped as they finally reached the car.
"Just get in Regina, I have neither the time nor the patience to deal with your petulant attitude." Cora sighed deeply before walking around to the other side of the car.
"Of course. I say anything of merit and you never have neither the time nor the patience for it." Regina snarked before sliding into the buttery new seats of the luxury SUV.
"I don't understand where I went wrong..." Cora shook her head sadly as she pulled on her seat belt. Regina snorted in a very unladylike manner causing her mother to look affronted.
"I don't either, Mother. I mean you have always been perfect in everything you do. I'm so sorry that you were burdened with a daughter, such as myself." Regina drawled dramatically.
"You have always been one for theatrics dear." Cora quipped while pulling out of the parking spot. However Regina's mind was elsewhere, on a certain blonde with far too many tangles in her hair for her to have taken a shower that morning
Emma couldn't hide her dopey grin from being caught staring at the beautiful brunette whom had just walked passed her. Her mother had grunted something as the brunette duo had left the office but didn't say much more until they were called into Dr. Hoppers office. She didn't want to be here, and she damn sure didn't want to be talking about her feelings to some guy who smelled like dogs and milk biscuits. Still she couldn't do much about it, she was only seventeen living in her parents home. Her father had all but threatened to treat her with a different form of medication if she didn't receive additional help for some of the things she had been getting up to.
"Mrs. Midas...Emmalyn. Please come into my office." Archie smiled as he invited them in. Emma frowned at the use of her government name.
"It's just Emma." She corrected him but stepped into the dimly lit room anyways.
"Of course, Emma. Please have a seat. I understand that your first session will be a joint one with your mother." Archie nodded before walking around to his spot and grabbing his clip board.
"I guess, I mean that would explain why she's still here and not some other place trying to drown herself in a glass." Emma muttered watching Ingrid's eyes widen.
"Emma! That is inappropriate!" Ingrid hissed.
"That's funny because I'm the one being force to bare my soul here when you have just as many demons hiding in your own closet!" Emma shot back. Archie watched both blonde's volley back and forth.
"Ladies! Why don't we get to the reason you are here today?" Archie interjected.
"We're here today because of my daughter's attitude. She has been reckless lately, using her CannaKids card to buy pot for her friends. She sneaks out of the house at all hours of the night and she refuses to take her medication! Something is wrong and I need you to fix it." Ingrid replied.
"Don't you get it? I can't be fixed! I've been like this since I was six, Mom! There's no fixing me and I'm tired of trying!" Emma protested.
"Can you add suicidal thoughts to that list?" Ingrid questioned
"Suicidal-? Look I'm not crazy and I'm not going to off myself! She's overreacting!" Emma made an offhanded gesture in Ingrid's direction.
"So let me just see if I can get this clear. You are here because of Emma's condition. That is the main reason and where all of the concerns stem from. The others are simply factors adding into her condition." Archie wanted to confirm with the older Midas. He received a head nod in response.
"And you say there is nothing wrong and she is just overreacting?" Archie asked Emma and received the same answer.
"Okay, Emma how about you tell me about your condition. When did it start and how have you been coping with it? Archie took a deep breath and readied his pen.
"It's Epilepsy, I don't know what you want me to say." Emma shook her head in exasperation.
"The truth is always a good place to start. How about you just answer the questions first and we can move on from there?" He offered.
"I've had it since I was six. I had my first seizure after we got into a really bad car crash. I don't remember much of it. I've been coping with everything fine. I'm fine, I know I shouldn't have done what I did but I'm already grounded. Why do I have to be here?" Emma asked
"That's my job to figure out. Mrs. Midas would you like to fill in any blanks that may have been left out?" Archie turned to Ingrid who was looking watery eyed at her daughter.
"Everything was fine until that car accident. She should have still been in a booster seat, I told Victor she should have but she wanted to be a big girl. A drunk driver t-boned us and the car flipped. She hit her head so hard on the window, she had significant brain trauma and they weren't sure if she was going to make it." Ingrid sniffled before she was able to continue.
"She was under for almost six weeks and it seemed nothing was working but...S-She moved her hand. Like her fingers twitched and I knew she was going to be okay. We knew she wasn't going to be the same little girl, there is no coming back the same after trauma like that. She had to learn everything over again. To walk, talk, eat and to read. One day she was running and then she just fell and her whole body started convulsing. The seizures were more frequent after that. Her father started the Maine's CannaKids foundation when she was eight. It had helped immensely but she just isn't making the right choices anymore. She's so angry or depressed all of the time. Her moods are either really high, or rock bottom there is no in between with her. She needs to speak with someone!" Ingrid responded
"You've got to be fucking kidding me...This isn't some life time movie where you beg for help and you get this magical happy ending! He can't fix me and no amount of talking is going to change that. Just like nothing Dad can do will fix me! Just deal with it man, cause I have." Emma groaned.
"That isn't true! I've told you once before, I'm not giving up on you Ems." Ingrid shook her head.
"You should have just let him pull the plug. You wouldn't be sitting here stressing your screw up. All you would have to worry about is what Kat is doing in school. Or leaving me flowers on my grave two times a year. The day I died and my birthday." Emma replied watching her mother blink back tears.
"I'm sorry! I-I can't. Not when she gets like this." Ingrid shook her head before rising from her seat to leave.
"Mrs. Midas!" Archie protested.
"No let her leave! I've been seeing her back for the last eleven years. Whenever a doctor would tell her something she didn't want to here she'd just leave! This time will be no different. I'm always the one left dealing with the fallout." Emma shook her head in disgust when Ingrid falter before speeding up and practically running out of the door. Turning to look at her therapist with pursed lips, she offered him a smirk.
"So you wanna smoke some trees?" She grinned.
AN: I know, I know! I'm an ass with far too many stories that need to be updated but this one was coming up for deletion because I'm running out of space. So let me know what you think and if it should be continued