Chapter 1:

A/N: Surprise! I'm back and here with a new story. This is a Swan Queen teacher student AU.

Enjoy!

It was the first day of the school's summer term, and it also just happened to be Valentine's Day too. Regina Mills rolled her eyes at the thought. She despised anything to do with these completely useless celebrations and declarations of love. However, today she felt somewhat happy and relaxed. Needless to say, she was not her usual self.

Regina Mills was a stuck-up, posh, snarky and gorgeous history teacher at Storybrooke High School. She had short-cut raven locks, was usually seen wearing either a sensible pantsuit or a low cut dress, and was almost always wearing her black 'fuck me' stiletto heels. Everyone in the school had heard of her and her wicked ways of teaching and discipline, this was what ultimately earned her the nickname of 'The Evil Queen'. Regina prided herself for earning this nickname, she chose to take it as a sign that she was doing her job well and correctly. And she was, doing her job correctly that is, until just this morning when a new student had joined her history class.

Regina looked on as the new student walked into her third period class and took a seat near the back. Hmm, she's nervous, the teacher thought. Well, we'll see about that. She stood up from her desk and walked around it to face her class. "And you, new girl, who might you be?" Regina asked, glaring at the class.

The girl looked up at her teacher baffled. "E-Emma Swan," she spoke nervously, her voice not far off a whisper.

"Speak louder, girl," Regina chided, "And stand up so we can see you."

As asked, Emma stood up from her seat. "My name is Emma Swan." She announced, all eyes on her.

"Alright then, Miss Swan. Tell us about yourself." She was tall, for her age, Regina observed. And oh so muscular and thin; perhaps a little too thin. Her long blonde locks fell in curls down her back, mirroring the suns rays, and her vivid ocean blue eyes, which were framed by thick black glasses, stared nervously back at her. She was the icon of Barbie in all her sparkle.

"Uh, okay." Emma was unsure about this, she had never liked to share personal information with others, but did it regardless. "I'm 17 years old, I was born in Boston, my birth parents gave me up for adoption when I was a baby, I've been in the foster system for awhile now, and my foster family and I have just moved to Storybrooke." She listed, lowering her gaze to the floor. Emma did not want people's pity, she was used to it by now though. She had been to so many different schools in so many different places that it had been impossible to keep track of them all.

"Oh." Regina was struck speechless. She never thought for one moment that this new girl was a foster child such as herself. Emma looked well-kept and looked after. As Regina had noticed before, she did look a little skinny, however it was certainly not very noticeable. All in all, everything was well. "Thankyou Miss Swan, you may sit." Regina regained her composure. "Class, today we will be starting the topic of Nazi Germany." Numerous sighs and groans were heard from around the class.

"Why so glum? History isn't all that bad, you know." Regina smugly smirked, and took a seat at her desk once again. "That is, until you get on my bad side. I would instruct that you follow each and everyone of my rules; if you do so correctly, then you should have nothing to worry about. However, if you fail to comply with any of my rules then I will make it my life's mission to destroy your happiness if it is the last thing I do. Is that understood, class?" The students nodded their heads.

"Very good. First things first then, does anyone know which year the First World War began?" Regina asked. Just as she thought, no one raised their hands. She tried again.

"Does anyone know which year the First World War ended?" Regina stood up, rising to her full height as to try and intimidate the students. Again, she was met with no reply.

Regina huffed and grabbed a pile of lined paper, handing a few sheets to each student. "I know that you are all trying to be clever by pretending that you do not know a single thing about this topic, however you do not fool me. As punishment, you will write me a 5000 word essay about the First World War. Due tomorrow." The groans and sighs were louder this time, and Regina smirked upon hearing them.

A student, Killian Jones, then spoke up. "But Miss Mills, we still have 35 minutes of this lesson left." Ah yes, Killian was always trying to be a sassy smartass. However, Regina would not tolerate him and ever since she first met him last year, she had been making his life a living hell. This included giving him detention for no reason, sending him to the principals office and berating him often for nothing, among other things.

"Detention, Mr Jones." He looked at her questioningly. "For speaking out of line. If you wish to ask a question or to say something, then raise your hand."

"Yes, Miss Mills." He sighed and Regina smirked victoriously.

"Now class, seeing as though Mr Jones has just so rudely interrupted me, make that a 10,000 word essay." Regina placed her hands on her hips as she looked on at the shocked expressions of her students. "And, as Mr Jones so crudely pointed out, we still have some time left of this lesson. Use this time to plan and begin to write your essay."

Soon after, the bell for lunch rang out across the school. "Remember class, the essay is due tomorrow!" Regina called, as her class filed out of the room. "And Mr Jones, please do remember to attend your detention with Principal Gold after school. I would simply hate to instil further punishment upon you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Miss Mills." The boy said, before grabbing his backpack and going to lunch.

Regina sighed and soothingly rubbed her temples. This class was most certainly a handful, and Regina had given them detention after detention yet still they did not obey her. She must admit, she did contemplate giving the entire class detention again but that meant she would have to spend her evening filling out forms for each of them and she was not doing that.

The brunette teacher grabbed her keys and stood up, she was going to go home for dinner. Simply because the staff, as well as the students, seemed to dislike her. She preferred to be alone anyway, but this was insanity. Initially, she had come to Storybrooke for a fresh start (and partly to get away from her abusive foster family) so she could get to know people, socialise and make friends. What happened was completely the opposite.

Regina arrived in Storybrooke when she was 18 years old. She had waited until she was 18 until she ran away from her foster family. Her father Jimmy, a well-known alcoholic in the area, used to beat her and her foster mother every single night. Regina was well aware of his routine, but it was at it's worst on a Sunday. He used to go out to the local bar to drink with his friends, when he was intoxicated enough he would come home and beat her and her mother. Her mother, Cathleen, was a sweet and kind woman. She tried her best, Regina knew, but it seemed that her best was never enough. Her father would punch them and kick them until they were both lying defenceless and broken on the floor, and in a puddle of their own blood. He would then leave and go back to the bar.

Now, those wounds had healed. Regina had recovered and rejoiced in the fact that she was now away from that life, and that now she had a life of her own. She was just sad that she couldn't have taken her foster mother with her. One day, while Regina was out shopping, her father was so drunk and so violent that he killed Cathleen. This was the day that Regina had ran away. The young girl packed a backpack and took all of the money that she had saved and ran. Regina ran as fast and as far as her legs would carry her. She slept in a barn that night, on a farm about 16 miles out from where she lived. In the morning, she found a bus station and rode on the bus until the very last stop. Storybrooke, Maine.

The teacher was stirred from her thoughts as she felt a presence next to her, and she looked up to fine the nervous eyes of Emma Swan staring back at her. "Miss Swan? It's lunch, what are you still doing in my classroom?"

"Oh I just wanted to finish my essay, if that's ok." The blonde girl breathed, wringing her hands nervously. "And you started crying, so I came to see if you were alright."

Regina was taken aback, had she really been crying? Yes, she realised she had when she wiped her wet cheek. "Thank you for your concern Miss Swan, but I'm perfectly fine. Now, you should be getting lunch. You can finish your essay tonight, at home."

"Miss Mills, I-I've got some things to do tonight and I won't be able to do the essay so-"

"And what, pray tell is more important than completing my homework." Regina cut her off.

"It's just some stuff with my therapist, Miss. I promise I'll get it done for tomorrow though." Emma replied, gathering up her things and putting them in her bag.

"No, Miss Swan. It's quite alright. Perhaps you could come back here tomorrow lunchtime and complete it?" Regina suggested, she quite liked the presence of this girl.

"Yes, that would be great!" Emma explained, a wide smile gracing her lips. "You're a life saver, Miss Mills. See you tomorrow then!" The girl then walked out of the room, with some what of a spring in her step.

Regina smiled. "I look forward to it."