A/N: Couldn't sleep and got this idea. I don't own the characters.

Chapter 1 - Disorientation

I wake up feeling very disoriented. Unsure of where I am or how I ended up here. The morning sunshine shining through the window is slightly blinding me causing my sight to be fuzzy. It takes a few seconds before my vision adjusts enabling me to view my surroundings. This is definitely not my bedroom. Although the bed is comfortable. The room seems familiar, but my half startled, partially still sleepy brain can't place it. Nonetheless I feel like I've been here before. I hear a sigh causing me to freeze. Previously unaware that I wasn't alone, I am now very aware that I'm without a doubt not in my own bedroom and I'm most definitely not alone. Carefully I turn around not knowing what to expect. At first I'm furious. What the hell is going on; I want to wake her up and demand that she explains to me what on earth I'm doing in her bed. I assume it's her bed anyway. Then I realise that if anything we're both fully clothed. Honestly can't believe I slept in my suit. It's too expensive for that. On the other hand since I can't remember how I got here I'm actually quite happy that I didn't wake up undressed. At the same time I can't help but feel a bit disappointed. Even though my initial reaction was anger, part of me feels soft, weak even, as she's laying there with her back to me. I realise that I've sat up, I look at my watch. 6:34. It's still early in the morning, no wonder she's still fast asleep. Once again I lay down next to her. Part of me still wanting to yell at her for bringing me into her bed without permission. The other part wants to wrap my arm around her and pull her in tight. No. Regina, pull yourself together. This is Emma Swan for crying out loud. Can't believe I'm in Emma Swan's bed. Another deep breath from the gorgeous blonde brings me back to reality. Terrified that she's waking up, how she's going to react. I mean, is she even aware of the current situation? Of course, she must be. People don't just end up in bed together without at least someone knowing how they got there. Either way I keep my eyes shut; there I lay pretending to be asleep as I suddenly became too afraid to face her worst possible reaction to me being in her bed. I lay as still as possible while I can feel her moving. Her arm lazily moves over me, her elbow joint ending up resting on my lower rib cage. She's not exactly holding me though, nonetheless her touch makes my heart skip a beat. Stupid thing, knew I should have stored it a better place than actually inside my body. Holding my breath I open my eyes. Hers are still shut, her mouth is open allowing her to take deep sleepy breaths. Unable to think clearly I can't do anything but just lay there and stare at her. Admiring how natural and beautiful she looks. Please don't ever let this moment go away. No. Let it. Let all of it disappear. Get out of the bed right now, out of the apartment, no questions asked, just get out. I can't. Her stupid face is so close to mine that I can almost feel her breath. Some of her hair falls down on her face and I can't resists tugging it behind her ear such that I can continue to admire her pretty face. Smiling to myself I realise that I suddenly feel nervous. It's irritating me, I have nothing to be nervous about, it's just the damn sheriff and I'm the bloody mayor for Christ's sake. Those naturally pink lips of hers seems so attention seeking in this moment, irresistible. Closing my eyes I take a deep breath to regain control of my suddenly attained lust. Keeping my eyes shut I focus on my breathing to ensure I stay distracted, to ensure that I stay in control of my own damn body.

'Regina?' I open my eyes at the sound of my name and a light shook of my shoulder; once again unaware of where I am, i must have fallen asleep again. Emma's blue eyes are starring at me, she's clearly worried about me.

'Where am I? How did I get here?' I manage to say while keeping my cool. 'You don't remember?' Emma looks even more worried. 'No? What happened?' 'Well..' Emma didn't manage to actually tell me what happened before we got interrupted.

'You're up? How are you feeling' Snow stands in the entrance to Emma's room. 'I'm fine. Now tell me what on earth is going on!' Chill Regina is gone. Well, for like a second before I felt a hand on my shoulder; Emma'a hand. Her touch sent chills down my entire body cause me to freeze for a tenth of a second. 'It's okay' she reassures me. I keep quiet, expecting her to be aware that I want her to explain every single detail of last night. She should know by now that I don't like not knowing something, not being in control of everything. I just sit there starring at her with my business mayor facial expression, silently waiting rather impatiently to be informed. Reality is that obviously I want to know what happened, but what I want more is to turn back time to before I apparently fell asleep again. Have a redo; take the chance and kiss her. No. Regina you need to focus now. I think I'm keeping a straight face. I sure as hell hope I am. 'We were out looking for people from the land of untold stories..' 'Yes I am aware of this, I was there' I interrupt the adorable blonde. 'And you got knocked out. Remember that?' 'No' I have a hard time believing that could actually happen. 'By who?' I'm curious and frustrated at the same time that I would allow someone to cause me losing my consciousness. 'Honestly, if we knew we would tell you' Snow claims while having an apologetic look on her face. 'You've got to be kidding me' of course the Charming must have been of a lot of help then. 'I found you unconscious in the woods and brought you here as I didn't know where else I should have taken you. I'm sure you would have killed me if I had brought you to the hospital' Emma explains as I make a sound of disbelief. 'I have some spare clothes you can borrow if you like, I mean, your suit got a bit dirty after you decided to roll around on the forest floor' Is she having a laugh? Someone knocked me out and left me lying around in the forest. I decide not to reply but instead just give her an unpleased look. 'We'll give you some time to recover, come down stairs when you're ready and get something to eat.' Emma says with her innocent smile as she makes a gesture to Snow that they should both leave.

Once I'm alone in Emma's room I dump my body down on her bed; burying my head in one of her pillows. I want to kill myself for how I feel. Really I feel terribly bad about the still very unknown events of last night; I feel even worse about wanting to know so desperately what it's like to kiss Emma Swan. Truly I cannot ever do so. It hasn't been too long since Robin was taken from me; with everything that's been going on I have barely had time to mourn. Even worse. There's the stupid Captain Guyliner. He's a tool. He has always been so and will remain that for all eternity. A poor excuse of a man who is far too easily bought by riches and his lust. As the Evil Queen I never regarded much of him; even less as my current position as mayor. He's useless here, at least in the Enchanted Forest I could take advantage of how easily he was persuaded and the fact that he wasn't exactly one of the good guys. Obviously I'm aware that I'm not one to talk. I've done unspeakable things, mainly as the Evil Queen, but even in Storybrooke there have been acts that I'm less proud of. Nonetheless I've been open and honest about my mistakes. Emma knows everything that's worth knowing about me. She's aware that I'm not perfect but I'm trying my hardest to redeem myself and finally achieve my happy ending I've sought after for so long. Could she be it? No. No, no no. Definitely not. She's happy with Hook. I mean, I think she is anyway. Does he deserve her? Honestly no way that he ever would. She's too good for him. She could do so much better; she should. Would she be better off with me? Why am I even thinking these thoughts. Who am I to ruin her happy ending with him? All of this is my own bloody fault. Seeking vengeance for the mistakes of a child. Letting this ruin not only my own life or her life, but the lives of pretty much everyone in the Enchanted Forest. I don't deserve a happy ending; I ruined that for myself a long time ago. Therefore now it's time to make the best out of whatever time I had left. I need to pull myself together, get over this school girl crush on the saviour. Oh how I wish she could save me from myself. Seriously Regina stop yourself. Things are finally starting to look brighter. If anything do it for Henry. He's the one deserving a happy ending most out of everyone in Storybrooke. He's my son and thus it's my responsibility to ensure he gets his best chance. I finally truly understand how Emma was able to give him up for adoption all these years ago; the importance of unselfish sacrifices. This is what I have to do now myself. I already sacrificed the Evil Queen, although it's really hard to believe she's gone for good. Now it's time I let go of my feelings for Miss Swan. Either way I want to let her have her best chance; after everything she's been through she also deserves her happy ending, she deserves her best shot at it. Despite her being a saviour. Despite saviours never ever getting their happy endings. It's about time to change things. No matter what, I'll do my best to aid her reach true happiness. But first, I seriously need to pull myself together, focus and get my act straight. Taking another deep breath I stand up and look at myself in the mirror. Oh dear mirror, bringing back memories of a very different time. Distractions, Regina. Stop procrastinating. I'm a mess. My makeup is slightly smeared from when I was asleep. I try my best to wipe off the excess makeup and correct what remains, keeping it casual. Should I? I mean, should I not make it seductive to impress her. Nope. I've been over this in my head so many times before. I've been fighting this since the day Henry went to Boston and found her. Since the first time I laid eyes on her. Impressing her is not the way to go. I missed my chance for that. Seriously can't believe I lost the competition to a pirate wearing more makeup than me. I sigh. My fingers run through my hair putting it back into place as much as possible. The time has come. I need to stop digressing and get my attention back to figuring out who the hell dared knock me out. I start to walk down the stairs not entirely sure I'm ready to face her without losing my focus again. At the same time I have a desperate need to figure out what's happening in my town.