A/N : Hi there ! I really am back with another SwanQueen story which I began before "Bench of awareness" (still working on the second chapter, I'm terribly slow I know, I'm very sorry but I'm on vacation now so I might post more regularly in June ;) )

As SwanQueen shippers there is one line that we really liiiiiike... And the story begins with that line. Hope you'll like the idea.

(I'm not super satisfied with this first chapter but it's time to post it and I wanted the first chapter to stop where it stops so... Hopefully it'll get better with the second chapter.)

Summary : We know magic is unpredictable in Storybrooke so technically, the effects of the poisonous apple from "An Apple Red as Blood" could take an unexpected turn. What if Emma had actually eaten the apple turnover ? / Set after the famous "How to get the savior to taste my forbidden fruit"...

Rating : T (for now)

Disclaimer : I don't own Once upon a time or any character of the show - otherwise, the SwanQueen shippers would praise me because their ship would be CANON ! All mistakes are mine (again, sorry if I made some, I'd be grateful if you'd tell me when I do make mistakes by the way !)

Forbidden Fruit

"How to get the savior to taste my forbidden fruit ?"

She had barely finished her sentence when she headed home with a slightly devilicious plan in mind. A determined smile on her face, her heels hammered up the walkway leading to her mansion letting a frantic echo spread in the air.

She passed the door, kicked her shoes off her feet - not even bothering about the little untidiness she left behind - hung her coat but kept her purse to the kitchen with her, half hopping. Entering the room she shoved her hand into her purse and took out an apple. An apple red as blood from which a bite had already been taken. She put it on the kitchen island, tossed her purse on a chair, rolled up her sleeves, tied the fastenings of her apron around her neck and waist and turned on the oven.

"Let's make the most irresistible pastry of all times, with all my heart." she said to herself taking the very appetizing apple in her hand.

There she was making a turnover for the savior to eat and finally disappear from the former Evil Queen's almost happy ending created twenty-eight years ago. Her movements were precise and fast for she was a good cook undoubtly.

A little later, the apple turnover was ready to bake. Some applesauce had accidently ended up on the side of her hand, it often did and as always she licked... A strange wave of heat spread through her body rapidly and she started feeling dizzy... She had licked the poisonous applesauce off her hand. At the realization her eyes snapped open and she ran to the sink that suddenly seemed to be very far. She reached it heavily and spat out the bit of poison she thought was still on her tongue, taking some water in her mouth, spitting it out, repeating the action several times until she realized she was still standing and alive.

"Dammit ! STUPID !" she shouted to herself panting "Thank god it wasn't enough..."

How come that old reliable recipe hadn't been enough ? That question didn't cross her mind, she was way too shocked and relieved to worry about that. She just got lucky she thought. It was enough for now.

The bell rang. It was her, standing on the doorstep, a serious look on her face and - was that... Sadness ?

"We need to talk." The blonde's voice almost sounded alarmed.
"Yes, I imagine we do, I was just about to call you."

What was it about ? Whatever the matter was, it would be solved soon enough anyway so, being cordial wouldn't hurt, not for long at least.

"Come right in !" She intended to be cordial but being her sarcastic self, she couldn't help adding "Do what you're so skilled at and make yourself at home."

The blonde was already in, a few steps ahead. She seemed nervous, tense, lost. She had never seen her act like that, she always seemed strong, confident. Just like herself actually. Something was not right.

"I believe you wanted to see me." Suspense really was not something she enjoyed.

She surely wasn't expecting what came after. Her rival was leaving town, finally. After a whole year of struggle. She had worked so hard to bring back that poisonous apple - which now filled the doubtlessly delicious turnover - from the Enchanted Forest. By no means would she waste food and besides, it would keep the savior definitely and forever away from Henry, he would be hers again, hers only. She agreed to the deal which allowed the blonde to come see Henry every now and then but kept her out of Storybrooke, knowing that this deal would be broken with the sleeping curse the Savior would soon enough be under.

She invited Emma to follow her to the kitchen. The smell that emanated from the oven was mischievously appetizing, there was no way Emma would say no to the perfectly baked turnover Regina took out of the oven. As expected, she did not refuse the poisonous gift and even thanked the Mayor with one of her most beaming smiles. As she watched the Savior walk out, the Evil Queen felt one old feeling which hadn't travelled through her body for a while. That feeling she had whenever she sensed revenge in the verge achievement.

She made the small whisper called conscience shut up. Henry would be hers again, no matter the price. A sleeping curse was not as bad as killing anyway, was it ? It didn't even hurt. Shut up.

She won.

A/N : Well, this is very short, I know, I'll try to make it up to you in the next chapters ;) Let me know what you think of this first chapter =)