Hi! I have been playing with this little crack idea between Regina and Robin in wish-land and wanted to make it into a two-shot.
This is just a quick prologue to set up the next chapter. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
Emma wakes to the sound of birds tweeting at the top of their lungs; it sounds as if they are literally perched on top of her head, because the sound is that close. Immediately, she reaches out for her phone to check the time but all she is met with is a fistful of dirt. What? The blonde peaks a tired eye open to find that she is most definitely not in the comfy bed back in Storybrooke that she should be in. No, she's huddled up on a forest floor mattress with one of Robin Hood's tents for shelter. She's still in wish-land, or whatever this ridiculous land is called.
Yeah, maybe she's a little bitter about Regina choosing to stare gooey-eyed at Robin Hood and, in the process, miss their one-way ticket out of there. But she understands. If it had been Killian she would have done the same thing.
So now they just need to figure out a plan B.
Plan B's have become an expertise of Emma's. With the amount of otherworldly experiences she's found herself caught up in, she's usually had to come up with a plan B, C, D and E in order to get out of them. So this is nothing new. She'll call this one operation get-me-the-hell-home. It has a ring to it. With a grunt, Emma turns to see if her roomie is also awake and ready to start planning their way back home to their son, but when she does, she's met with an empty space and a cold draft. Huh? Where the hell is Regina?
Out of instinct, Emma quickly jumps to the defence; sitting bolt upright in her place and reaching for her gun—oh yeah, right, she's still in freaking wish-land. Scrambling to her feet, she charges out of the tent weaponless and immediately searches the premises. "Regina?" she calls out, checking around the edges of the surrounding tents. She doesn't give a shit if she wakes the Merry Men,. They can get their asses out of bed and help her find her friend.
"Regina!" she tries again; the nearby birds flutter away at her tone of voice but all else is quiet.
That is until the flaps of Robin Hood's tent swing open. "Emma, if you keep shouting, you're going to wake the whole camp."
Regina.
And she's trying to tame her hair as if she could hide the just-fucked look from her face, too.
"Really?" Emma asks, eyes wide as she looks up and down at the brunette's dishevelled form.
The brunette's eyes widen defensively as she offers a shrug. "What?" she asks and then dropping her eyes to avoid direct contact with the blonde she adds, "We tried a kiss to bring back his memories and when that didn't work we thought we'd keep going…"
"Did it work?"
Regina frowns slightly. "No," she tells her but then a slow smirk is gracing her lips, which Emma can tell she is trying (and failing) to keep concealed. "But we are going to… try again this afternoon."