So I have been battling with this idea for a while. I have searched and searched but I didnt see a boxing Swanqueen fanfiction and its possible I missed it so instead I decided to write one. I love a good violence romance fanfction it is my thing. But with HELP ME BELIEVE AGAIN being fluffy for the most part I needed this. Plus I have a couple of male readers and they like fighting as much as I do so... here is my interpretation. Ps the title is subject to change if I decide I dont like it so I am up for title ideas. With that being said enjoy but read the authors note below before you start reading and again enjoy.

A/N: I dont know how business ventures and sponsors work so this is strictly for fun. I dont claim to know anything about boxing once again this is fanfiction and its usually up to the writers imagination. Secondly I respect businesses small and big. Businesses we sponsor and those who don't. Thirdly boxing is a violent sport so there may be graphic scenes but nothing to gorery. I respect the athletes who put their body through rigorous training and torture. So I am in no way making fun of the sport I have the upmost respect. Now without further a due or delay. My newest story.

Chapter 1: The Survivor

Regina sighed as she poured over the documents on her desk. A pulsing ache throbbed in the front of her temple. As she ran a frustrated hand through her hair, allowing the paper to float back to her desk. Leaning back in her chair. She closed her eyes, attempting to dream she was somewhere else other than in her office. She dearly loved her father but being his vice President was enough to make her want to rip out her coiffed layered strands. Their company sponsored other companies. Such as local business and foreign alike. But they also had several businesses of their own in several locations world wide. But their main office which Regina worked at was located in New York.

Turning toward the large window behind her, the brunette focused on the outside world. Longing to disappear into the sounds that had become comforting to her. She watched as people blistered the sidewalks eager to get to their location. Some chose to talk on their phones. Others haled a cab in the bustling city. Smoke danced through the air as she frowned. Feeling animosity toward the 'normals' as her co-workers had labeled them. Her father's firm was a multi-billion dollar corporation.

And she too was well off. She could retire if she wanted to but she didn't have a death wish from her mother or father. For once she just wished she could disappear into the background and become invisible. A knock rapped on the metal frame to her office and she turned around with a smile.

"Got a minute?" Malanie asked. Peaking her head around the frame. As her golden strands fell around her neck in pleasant waves. Malanie Draak, was much like Regina. Smart, ambitious, driven and beautiful. Not to mention she was the vice-president of her designated branch. Wonderland Inc., was broken into three branches. Regina was the vice president over the sponsors and their affiliations. Malanie Draak had been hired as second in command over the branches in surrounding states. And Graham Humbert filled in the official gaps when needed. Only if Mal and Regina had other obligations.

"Sure," the brunette answered smiling brightly at her business partner and best friend. "What's up?"

"Did you hear about the local business we just sponsored?"

Regina nodded. Her father didn't feel the need to include her in on the meeting. And despite not being included she had still heard rumors. And with Henry being the rightful CEO, Regina had to respect his wishes. Turning back to her papers. Regina ignored the blonde, not wishing to journey further into the conversation that Mal was trying to strike. "I did. How are the businesses going?"

"They are fine. The quarter is showing to be a proficient one. Now…" the blonde started. Scooting closer to the brunette, who was clearly evaded the topic of choice. "Aren't you even interested in what we sponsored this time?"

"More stale businesses? Or maybe investing in more construction or computer companies?" The businesswoman droned. Not bothering to look up from the paper she pretended to read.

"No the board got together and agreed on investing in a local boxing arena!"

"Why are you so excited?"

"Are you kidding we barely get out of our offices. Let alone have time to really date other then a quick fling here and social calls here and there. But now we can visit and flirt with them and it can be considered business." Mal squealed in excitement. Clasping her hands together as she bared a wide grin. "Doesn't the idea sound delicious?"

"No."

"Oh come on Re, don't act as if the idea isn't appealing to you. Because its sexy and mysterious to me. Plus as the VP of endorsements. It is your professional duty to go."

Vibrant brown eyes peeked over the page. "No I can send Graham. He is equipped and groomed to look over the documents and make sure they are adequate. And I will check quarterly and make sure the investment is still profitable."

"Regina." Mal looked at her partner. Her eyes ringing with suspicion as she narrowed them. "Aren't you the one who always said you wanted to disappear. Be normal? This is your chance." She quipped before pushing her open palms out in front of her. "Fine, let Graham handle the business part. But come tonight you can see the fighters."

"And watch two men beat themselves to death? I rather stay in my office."

"Come or I will tell your father you are personally ditching on your duties." The blonde threatened. Placing her hand to her hip, challenging her business partner. Regina sighed. "Excellent. There is an exhibition fight tonight. We can make a girls' night out of it." The blonde said turning on her heels and heading for the door. "Oh by the way… I will pick you up at 8."

(Emma)

"Harder! Harder!" Leroy barked as he held up his padded mitts to the blonde. "You pussing out on me already?" He prodded. "They told me you were a fighter. Maybe they picked up the wrong kid." He teased, pushing Emma to get mad.

As the blonde danced around the ring, her feet moved quicker. Finding balance as her fist surged forward with momentum. As she chewed on her mouth guard. She repeated the motion to Leroy's other hand before setting back into her fighting stance. "Atta boy keep dancing. Keep your glove up," the stout man coached. Moving with the blonde.

Catching each heavy fist as it came in contact with the glove. Inwardly the older man smiled. If his protégé kept up the intense work outs and stayed focused she would be a tough opponent to beat. He decided as Emma delivered another series of quick jabs.

Shifting lightly from foot to foot Emma continued bouncing around the ring. Punching Leroy's mitts with a series of combinations before ducking said mitts.

"Give me one good last combo. Make it count and I'll let you rest for the day."

The fighter nodded her understanding, as her teeth clamped down on the wet rubber. Her body ached and she was extremely sore. But this was her dream. This is what drove her. The thing that had both nearly killed her. But in the end, ended up saving her life.

"Same rules apply. Wait till you find where you want to strike. I'll be moving the gloves so when you strike, precision and power go hand in hand. Got it?" He asked standing still. Emma shook her gloves, and the diminutive man went back to circling the ring. But he was moving faster. Throwing the mitts at different angles at a higher rate of speed.

The blonde watched silently. Making sure to keep her feet moving like Leroy had instructed. Pushing and demanding her legs to keep up. Green eyes locked onto the mitts like a sniper scope on a target. The blonde's pupils dilated as she saw the opportunity she wanted. Her fist flew through the air carrying power as she came in contact with the glove. Listening to the pop as it connected.

Dazed, with a stinging hand the dwarf sized man ceased his movements. Allowing the fighter to continue her assault, catching the other glove with a series of small precise punches.

"Alright. Alright kid I get it. Damn you may be a fighter yet. Your footwork needs fixing. But I would give a A+ on that hit. Do 30 minutes on the jump rope, hit the showers then come to my office. We are meeting the Wonderland rep today."

Emma sat in Leroy's small office twiddling her fingers over one another. The smell of fresh brewing coffee swirled around the room, as the fighter leaned back in her chair. Back stiff and eager to get home. That wasn't the complete truth either. She had no one to go home to. And what was the purpose of going home if no one was there to greet you. So she had stayed and agreed to serve as her trainers wing 'woman' while the Wonderland representative explained the process.

Leroy sat at his desk unsure how to occupy himself. Deciding against the latter he rubbed a hand over his balding spot and issued a yawn. Before looking over at his fighter who also seemed less then excited to be forced to sit and wait.

A weary smile curved his lips. "I appreciate you staying Swanny," the older man coughed. Leroy had never been a man eager to display his affections or appreciation for something. But when he did he managed to make it always come out sounding like he had a bad cold regardless of his feelings being the cause. As he tried huffing and coughing them away.

"Well the deal benefits us all. I'd be selfish if I didn't." Emma offered with a weighted smile. "Plus if it weren't for you. I would've died in the streets. I owe this much to you at least." It was true. Everyone else had turned her away or labeled her a 'lost cause' or 'trouble'. But the graying man had given her a chance, and she had been more then willing to accept.

The thinning salt and peppered haired man returned the smile. Before a knock came on the door.

"Enter," the trainer droned sitting up straight. As he placed the cap back on his head. Looking to the blonde who ultimately shrugged before returning her gaze to the door.

"Hello." An average heighten man said peering around the door. With wavy brunette hair. Light stubble painted his face. "Are you Leroy the Seventh?" The suited man asked. As Emma watched him, guessing his age was close to her own. Perhaps a bit older.

"Yes. That is me. I am the owner and proprietor of this gym. And this is my protégé Emma Swan. You'd do well to remember the name." Confidence burst from his tongue as he praised his young fighter. "She is also here for a witness. As well as to share her. .. input. Yea, that's a good word to call it."

The young man held up his hands, showing he carried no malice or offense to the action. Stepping through the door and gently closing it behind him. "That's fine. This is all about you feeling comfortable and us helping you. With strings attached of course but what business venture doesn't have the same goal. So long as both parties benefit."

Leroy and Emma listened as the man placed his briefcase in the chair in front of the owner. Opening it toward himself and away from Emma and Leroy's prying eyes. Offering his rehearsed smile and lines that were honey coated venom in Emma's mind. In the streets she held dealt with the same kind. Men that sold promises.

"But before we begin I would like to introduce myself. And give you some more information about my boss and the company he runs."

The blonde sat listening. Mentally combing over every word. Trying to decode the words and see if the 'suit' was lying. The idea of her being a human lie detector had come from her best friend Elsa when she was younger. It had been a respectable and life saving tool in the rough world she had been born into. She and Elsa had grown up together. Watching out for one another, keeping one another out of trouble. But there was a problem with running from trouble. No matter how fast you ran, no matter how hard you tried to stay away. It would always find you.

Shaking the darkness from the back of her mind, she went back to scanning his words. Watching as he smoothed down his expensive navy colored suit. Emma gazed over ever fiber the best she could. The material was hand crafted and precise. The color matched effortlessly. Navy pants and blazer that was complimented by a tan shirt and navy tie. In Emma's opinion the colors were bordering nightmare but somehow the young man managed to pull it off.

"Now... my name is Graham Humbert…"

"But over the phone I talked to a woman."

"Ah yes our VP. She had prior arrangements but sent me. I may be young but I assure you I am more than qualified."

Graham hesitated a moment. Allowing the man time, so the information could sink in before he continued. When Leroy nodded slowly he smiled and continued.

"Again my name is Graham Humbert. My title isn't important but I am in direct contact with the President, VP of sponsors and our VP of our business branches. Our CEO Henry Mills doesn't believe in burdening people which is why we have one person over each part he deems important. I am signed on to fill in the gaps should both VPs find themselves occupied in other obligations. That are unavoidable.

Henry Louis Mills is a strong believer of family and small businesses. Which goes hand in hand. He himself started out as a small computer company. Before someone sponsored him, assisting in turning his business into one of the most successful companies. Now he wants to return the favor and corner several markets inviting people in to his family. Mr. Mills takes excellent care of his family and we would love to offer you a spot to join."

"Your speech is well rehearsed. But what sort of deal would I be getting myself into," the owner asked. Eying the young man in front of him suspiciously.

Graham smiled before bending down, and rummaging through his suit case. Until his hands found purchase on what he was looking for. Emma watched as the man returned to his original posture with brochures in hand.

"If you are to sign with us. This is what you will be receiving."

Leroy stretched over his desk to retrieve the pamphlets the young suit offered. A deep sighed escaped as he sat back deeper into his seat. Skimming over each tab before passing them over to the boxer to let her have a turn as well.

"That's all nice. But I'm talking percentage. What are you guys benefiting? If my name goes down on that dotted line," The man asked vividly. Forcefully poking his finger into his desk.

"Ah, very well. I see you're a man that likes to cut to the chase so I'll level with you." Graham started closing his briefcase. Picking it up as he moved around the chair to claim the seat. Sitting his belonging on his lap. Becoming eye level with the owner. "Your business seems to be doing fine. I see a good amount of fighters outside. Fairly well kept equipment. I am a fan of the boxing world myself." The brunette said pouring out his charm.

Emma resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she continued to listen. Wanting nothing more than for the meeting to be over with.

"Give me an estimated gross amount for what you pull in monthly. After taxes, paying employees, utilities and replacing equipment."

Leroy rubbed his beard. "Couple thousand give or take. Not comfortable discussing my finances with someone who is barely old enough to wipe his ass."

Emma stared at her mentor in shock. Had he really been foolish enough to insult someone who had the potential to make the gym better? The blonde looked back at the young man ready to apologize when Graham broke into a deep bellied laugh.

Fear coursed through the fighters spine. Laughing meant on of two things. Graham wasn't offended or upset and actually enjoyed Leroy. Or her less favored opinion. He was masking his anger like a sociopath. She secretly hoped for the latter.

"You are a funny man."

"Haven't heard that before. Most people who don't know me well call me grumpy."

"Oh that's rich. Possibly borderline rude but…" the young man shrugged. "Listen our businesses aren't like other businesses. And since I like you I don't mind being honest. So long as we both benefit we will actually listen to what you want. You quote us a percentage and we already have one in mind based on your gross. In the end we usually end up more prosperous because companies will quote what they think we want. Give or take."

"Continue."

"In the end we still gross more then the percent you give. Our name will be supplying and backing you. So long as you pull in the promised revenue."

"Fair enough. Shall we discuss a percentage then?" Leroy asked. Ripping a piece of paper off his desk. Then scribbling across it before folding it and passing it over his desk to Graham.

The brunette unfolded the piece of paper and smiled. "I will warn you. Once you start bringing in more revenue. That's if you do." The older man glared. "Sorry it must be said. I may like you but my realistic assumptions and actions bring in my paycheck." Leroy chewed on the words before allowing them to slide. "The percentage may or may not increase depending on gross. Contracts are renewed and evaluated quarterly. It's good for both parties."

"Then let's do business."

(Regina)

"Can't believe I let you talk me into this." Regina grumbled pulling her jacket tighter around her body. As she made her best attempt to fend off the insulting breeze. It was 8:30 and she had groaned inwardly when she heard a knock at her door. Promptly at 7:55. The brunette could attest that Mal wasn't many things. But punctual the blonde was.

"Quit your bitchin'. If anything you should be thanking myself and your father. Mr. Mills for the idea of sponsoring not only the company. But this exhibition match as well. And me for rescuing you from the tower you call an office. Besides I'm helping you fulfill your dream." Mal whispered.

Hooking her arm inside of the crook of Regina's. As they continued their walk. Both women providing the occasional 'Excuse Us' when their presence wasn't allowed passage to continue.

"Let's say for facts sake you're right. But Mal I know you. So what are you getting out of this?"

"Simple." The blonde said matter-of-factly. "To watch hot men fight. And fantasize about it being over me."

(Emma)

The fighter listened to the swell of the crowd. As she continued taping her hand. After the contract had been presented and thoroughly read over by both parties lawyers. Emma had gotten news that both terrified and excited her. Wonderland Inc., was holding an exhibition for fighters Leroy had personally chosen. To showcase their skills. Better fighters brought in more revenue and benefits. Not to mention they would be sponsored so long as they belonged to Leroy's gym.

A handful of fighters Emma considered friends had already gone and succeeded in their matches. Nervous knots twisted in the blonde's stomach as she moved to the next hand. And began the taping process all over again.

With no knowledge of who she was fighting, Emma frowned. Fighting was her niche but it didn't mean she didn't lose occasionally. But with the stakes and a way to make herself known she couldn't afford to lose.

Green eyes scanned the black adhesive strips she had put on. Before she nodded, content with the job she has done. Parting her hair she made quick work slipping the portions into one large braid a piece. Before taking the braids and twisting them into a tight knot.

"You've got to be joking," came a unfamiliar voice behind Emma. The fighter turned around only to come face to face with a woman her height. That had fiery red, untamed hair parading around her shoulders. "A wee lass such as yoursel'."

"Excuse me? I don't know you."

"Puny an daft are ye? I'll make it clear lass. Tonight you're fighting me and ye can bet your arse." The red head stepped closer. "You'll regret ever getting in the ring with me." Her words left a finality in the air as she turned and disappeared as easily as she had come.

If Emma was worried about her nerves before, she wasn't now. Being able to lay eyes on her opponent not only helped but sparked a fire in her belly.

A knocked sounded on the door, temporarily pulling the blonde from her fury.

"Five minutes until show time kid." Leroy warned. Preparing to leave, until he recalled his reason for coming downstairs. "Oh the announcer wants a name. What should I tell him?"

In the boxing world a 'name' or 'title' as some called it was a right of passage. Something easy to remember, that would last for all of time. Goosebumps cascaded down her arm. This was her moment. A chance to prove that everyone that had doubted her was wrong. And then the idea struck. She would use their negativity, their darkness.

Leroy snapped his fingers, making an attempt to regain Emma's attention. "C'mon kid. I need a name and is time for you to head upstairs. So… you got a name?"

"Absolutely." The fighter smiled. Feeling her body tense with unadulterated excitement. As her breathing turned ragged. And her pupils began to dilate. "Tonight… the Dark Swan is born."

Leroy weighed the name. Before giving an indifferent shrug. "Not bad kid not bad."

(In the Ring)

"Ladies and gentleman. It gives me great pleasure to introduce the next exhibition fight." The announcer proclaimed, flinging his hands dramatically as both boxers entered the ring. Regina noted one was in a deep green silk cape that covered the fighters face.

As they danced around the ring. Throwing pretend jabs into the open air. Before throwing the cap back and revealing a women with fiery red hair. That was pitched high into a messy bun atop her head.

"A woman?" The brunette mused. Leaning closer to her best friend. "I thought these were men matches."

Both women listened as the crowd erupted into whistles and cheers at the fighter. As she continued dancing around. Holding her glove up to the crowd.

"No the boxing gym we took on sponsors men and women. Just didn't think we'd see them fight tonight." Leaning over to a man beside her she asked to borrow his brochure and the man smiled and obliged. Before turning back to whistle at the fighter.

"Her name is Merida Donbrough. She hales from across the seas and is sponsored by a rivaling computer company." The blonde read.

"And her." Regina asked pointing to the last fighter that was still hooded. "Only thing it says is Emma Swan. Apparently that is our fighter."

The VP found herself intrigued by the mysterious fighter who still had yet to unveil herself.

"What do you think she looks like?"

"Probably some burly female. Whose face has seen better days." Mal joked much to Regina's disapproval.

"Well I have a feeling we will both find out as soon as the announcer announces it."

As if on cue the man in the middle of the ring, secured the microphone in front of his lips again. "Ladies and gentlemen in this corner we have the reigning champ from Scottland. She is Merida "The Brave" Donbrough." The boxer once again help up her gloves bouncing from one foot to the other. As her corner held up her reigning title.

"And in this corner," the announcer started. Throwing his open hand toward the mysterious fighter. "Is a local fighter who is featuring in her first exhibition match. Non other then Emma 'The Dark Swan'."

The air filled with a mixture of boos and cheers as the young woman removed her hood. Regina and Mal found themselves gasping as they stared at the young woman. Mal had been wrong. The boxer was stunning.

Even from the distance Regina was sitting she gave her a once over. The young woman carried strong appealing jaw bones. A small nose and long blonde hair that was braided and forced into a bun. But the thing that captivated Regina the most was her lips and eyes. Her thin lips were pressed into a thin scowl.

While her eyes remained focus with intent. Clouded by a deep green color that seemed to saturate the vice presidents soul as she stared at the woman. Amazed and marveled by the mysterious creature before her.

"Glad to see I was wrong. Damn she's hot," Mal whispered. And much to Regina's frustration she blushed.

The brunette found herself hoping the blonde would win. For some odd reason she didn't want to see her lose. Nor did she want to see the strange woman hurt.

(Emma)

Her heart beat in her ears as the announcer called her name. She wasn't flashy she hadn't earned that right yet. If she was being honest with herself she shouldn't even be in the ring. She should be six feet under ground in some cemetery with a nameless headstone. But she wasn't. No she was about to show a room full of executives, men and women why she deserved to be here.

The referee signaled both women and the they moved to the center of the ring. Merida looked down upon the blonde like she was the scum of the earth. Making a point of chewing her mouth guard before she turned to look at the referee. "Alright ladies. I want a clean fight. Nothing below the belt. Not eye poking, gouging, hair pulling or biting. Are we clear?" Both women nodded. "Alright Miss Swan this is an exhibition fight. To qualify you must remain the entire length of the fight or at least until the seventh round."

"Like she'll make it that long," the red-head sneered.

The referee ignored the comment and continued. "If you succeed in knocking out the champion then you will qualify indefinitely. And be put into the heavy weight class. Surviving the seven rounds depending on how you score will be decide your class. This is not a title match so you won't fight for a belt. Understood?"

The fighters nodded again. "Bump gloves and return to your corners." Emma begrudgingly held out her gloves. The blonde watched as the champion chuckled deeply before turning away and retreating to her corner. Emma looked to the referee who issued her a saddened smile. "Good luck kid."

(First Round)

Emma took her seat on the wooden stool in her corner. As her mentor squatted in front of her. Shooting her a look he had so many times over the year. One of hope and worry. "Listen kid I won't lie to you. Its going to be a grueling fight but you can do it. She thinks she is better then you but you have something she could never have. You have a chance to prove yourself. To show all the nay sayers you became something."

The fighter listened to his words as they echoed through her ears. "Listen the first round no one counts. It is a opportunity for you to size up one another. So keep moving. Precise calculated swings is all we want. And remember no matter what… I am proud of you kid." The small man smiled squeezing the back of her neck before he slid out of the ring. Letting Emma stand before he removed the chair.

Emma looked over to her opponent who smirked at her. "You're nothing." She mouthed.

The bell rang and Emma stood frozen. Feeling her anger beginning to spike. "Kid get going. Don't let her sike you out," Leroy shouted bringing Emma back to the moment. As she listened to the boisterous crowd.

The two women met in the middle. Switching from foot to foot the blonde circled the ring along with the champion. Both women taking the opportunity to stare and gauge one another's strengths before either of them acted. The Dark Swan was surprised when the champion was the first to act. The red head charged at the blonde with a unadulterated fire in her eyes. As her glove connected painfully with Emma's side. Spit pooled in the young woman's mouth.

"Aye come on Swan." The red-head shouted as she swung her glove hitting Emma on the side of her jaw.

"Hang tight Emma hang tight. Keep dancing. Don't stand there she's killing you." The trainer shouted.

Shaking her head the blonde reached out and grabbed the red head. Giving the fighter a chance to catch her breath and focus before the champion pushed her off.

"Come on Swan. Make it a challenge for me." Merida teased.

Shifting the balance from her feet she put her fist back up. Another series of jabs surged forward catching her in her side. Grunting she felt her skin prickle in digust and disdain. Heat and pain coursed through her jaw as she felt her skin beginning to swell.

The bell sounded and Emma had never been so excited to hear the chime.

"What the hell are you doing," Leroy reprimanded. As his assistant shot water into Emma's mouth. "She made you look like you have never fought before. What's the matter with you?"

"She is bigger and faster," Emma hissed. Feeling hopeless the more she thought about the woman sneering across from her.

"Hey! Hey!" The trainer shouted. Snapping his fingers in front of Emma. "Listen to me. That's not the Swan I know. You're not that gangly, wet behind the ears kid anymore. You're my fighter. And I will have no protégé of mine giving up. So get up stop pitying yourself. And show me my time and efforts weren't wasted with you kid."

Leroy was right. He believed in her all she needed to do was believe in herself. Emma listened as the bell rang again, and the short man gave her one last look of endearment. "I believe in you." Her mentor smiled before scrambling out of the ring with his assistants.

Shaking her head Emma refocused. Moving to the center of the ring. The referee stood in between them then signaled the start of the second round.

(Regina)

"It's really shame." Mal crooned returning with a beer for herself and a burger for Regina. "I was hoping there was a fighter along with that face but maybe not."

The brunette hated to think her friend was right. But Miss Swan had yet to land an effectively blow. Even with the idea of her not understanding or liking the sport.

The bell sounded and both women watched as the boxers danced around the ring. The red head looked like a predator sizing her prey. And Regina watched wanting to help but finding herself unable to.

And then it happened. Regina watched as the underdog threw a fierce jab sticking the champion on her jaw as she staggered backwards dazed. The brunette watched as the smaller fighter continued her assault. Lunging into each powerful throw off her fist. As it found purchase with parts of the Champions body.

Merida tried to turn offensive but find herself clinging to the blonde instead. Wrapping her in an exhausted hug. As the right side of her face began to swell. The blonde managed to push her away. But not before Merida threw a wild punch, catching Emma's eyebrow. As the round sounded.

Both women glared at one another. Ones eyes threatening to swell shut and the other with blood running down her face. From a deep slit in her eyebrow. The fighters finally retreated to their corners.

"Well maybe we have a fighter just yet," Regina raved. Turning to her friend who only shrugged at the matter.

"From what I've seen I'd say she is more of a audit survivor. But… she is hot though."

The VP would never admit it aloud that she thought Mal, may be right. Instead she bounced the title around in her head. Liking it the more she thought about it.

Emma Swan the survivor.

If you guys like the story I would be more then happy to continue. The next chapter will pick up where this one left off. So let me know what you guys think. If you guys like it we will learn more about Emma and Regina next chapter and even have them meet.