On tumblr, bisexualbeluga observed: Not only does Emma 'heterosexual' Swan track Regina's location via cellphone GPS. Regina 'sex eyes' Mills KNOWS.

I don't know what situation is better, the idea that at one point Emma asked Regina if she could do it and she agreed to let her do it or the alternative that she didn't let her do it, Emma did it on her own, Regina found out and STILL allowed her to do it.

I just want FanFiction of both scenarios.

Author's Note: I couldn't stop thinking about this…LZ

Scenario 1: Emma asks Regina to allow her to GPS track her phone.

Scene Timeline: After Regina was kidnapped by Greg and Tamara, Emma never forgave herself for the failure of her tracking to find the former queen before she could be tortured. Snow and David are out of the apartment when Emma approaches Regina laying on their bed recovering…

Emma gingerly sits on a chair next to the bed that Snow had been using to watch Regina while she slept. She winces when the chair legs scrape on the floorboards, but Regina doesn't react, so Emma figures she's deeply asleep. But then it occurs to her that maybe Regina can't react, that she's taken a turn for the worse.

She reaches out, hand hovering over the averted features, and reassures herself as she feels warm steady breaths against her fingertips. She withdraws her hand, fisting it on her thigh. Tightening her jaw and grimacing, Emma feels her cheeks heating with self-directed anger at being unable to find Henry's mother sooner, save her from the harrowing torture by Greg.

"I'm…so…God, I'm sorry, Regina." She looks away from the burn marks on Regina' temples, clenching her eyes shut, but then sighing, she opens them, studying the few things of Regina's set on the small bedside table.

Her gaze first falls to the damnable cuff; though refusing to remove it herself, Blue had acceded to Emma's demand for instructions ("I'm the goddamn Savior, for god's sakes, let me save her!") and told her how to remove the magical restraint. Blue hadn't been as sure as Emma that Regina wouldn't simply blast them all to smithereens the minute she regained consciousness.

Next she replaces items spilling from a small purse; a wallet with Regina's drivers license. Emma traced the triumphant smile, unable to immediately push it out of sight. Absurdly she wondered how Regina had acquired her driving skills, what things must have been like for the grown woman who had known only horse and carriage riding when she first came to this world. She sighed. Starting to put away the wallet, Emma spied the corner of a photograph misaligned within the leather pockets. Withdrawing it, she nodded in affirmation of her silent guess. It was a picture of Henry. He was maybe eight years old, and he was smiling. Probably the last time for a while that he had looked at his mother with anything other than animosity. No wonder Regina kept it.

She thought of how Henry sat vigil most nights since they had recovered Regina. He certainly didn't hate his mother now.

"I should have found you sooner," Emma muttered. "What a great tracker I am, huh? God damn it, I do this shit for a living." She lifted out her cell phone from her jean pocket. She flipped through her apps and smiled grimly as she flipped open a GPS app that pinged Henry's phone like a heartbeat. Listening to it for a moment, she exhaled, releasing anxiety. She'd snuck it on after getting back from the Enchanted Forest, wanting to know where he got off to every time he left her.

Regina's phone made a soft sound. She glanced at the screen, noticing it was announcing a meeting at Town Hall for that afternoon. "Monthly budget meeting. You still keep careful watch over this place, even after all they've shit on you, huh?"

Careful watch. Emma froze with Regina's phone in one hand, her own in the other, gaze bouncing back and forth between the devices.

"What are you doing with my phone, Miss Swan?"

Emma blinked and dropped the device back on the bedside table, glancing toward to find Regina had opened her eyes and was studying Emma.

"Just cleaning up," she said quickly; but she didn't put the phone down or away. "Um…you nee..can I get you anything?"

"My phone made a noise."

"Meeting," Emma said. "City hall budget. I don't think you're gonna make it."

Regina sighed. "I never removed the recurring appointment."

"That's fine." Emma held up the phone. "Would you consider adding something to your phone, so this doesn't happen again?"

"What?"

"A GPS tracking app."

"Whatever for?"

"I use one to keep track of Henry," Emma admitted. "I'd like…well, it might prevent what happened to you."

"What happened to me will never happen again." Regina's tone sounded determined.

Emma wiggled the phone in her fingers. "Maybe not, but…as a precaution? There could be more people out there willing to hurt you."

Regina's gaze narrowed. "I can take care of myself."

"Of course you can. I'll just stand by while someone else's vendetta tries to take you away." Regina's eyes began to widen. Emma added quickly, "Think of Henry!"

Regina's hand fell from mid-air, having been reaching for the phone to snatch it away. Her fingers folded over one another on her stomach. Emma's gaze drew up Regina's slowly rising and falling chest when Regina spoke quietly. "All right."

Emma's gaze found tired brown and held them for several beats of her heart. She finally nodded, dropped her gaze. "Screen lock?" she asked.

"Henry's birthday," came the quiet reply.

Emma swallowed, dropped her focus to the phone and entered the numbers. She should have guessed. That's who she was doing this for, right? Emma didn't want to have to tell Henry that she couldn't find his mother. Ever again.

But when she looked up a few moments later, feature activated and her own phone told to look for it, she met Regina's quiet contemplative expression and knew that wasn't the only reason.

Between them, Emma's phone emitted two asynchronous beeps. Henry's and Regina's. Her heart rate settled into the space in between, calm, reassured. She tapped the app on her phone shut and the noise vanished.

Regina's raised eyebrow lowered.

"Thank you," Emma said.

###

Go to Chapter 2 to see Scenario 2