Once Upon A Gargoyle
Note: Don't own anything.
This idea came to me after noticing that Emma and Elisa both wear a red leather jacket. This takes time somewhere after 'The Queen Is Dead'. Neal doesn't stay in Storybrooke.
Chapter One
As Emma passed the 'welcome to Storybrooke' sign relief washed over her. She had been driving in pouring down rain for what seemed like hours. She had agreed to drive the six hours it took to take Neal back to Boston. David had volunteered to go with, but she declined. After the first hour driving back home alone she wished that she had accepted his invitation.
Her yellow bug pulled up to her mother's apartment when she realized she had given her only key to Henry a few days before after he had lost his. She sighed as realized no one would be up to let her in side. She decided she would drive around a bit until she got tired herself.
Every light in Storybrooke, it seemed was off, except one. Regina's living room light shone brightly in the contrast of the dark neighborhood. Considering all that had happened lately Emma was curious as to why the woman was still awake. Perhaps she was still losing sleep due to losing her mother? Or maybe she was planning some other devious scheme to get Henry back. Either way, for some reason Emma decided she would knock. At the very least she still owed Regina an apology for falsely accusing her of murder.
"Miss Swan, it is 2 in the morning-"
"Yeah, I know. You just tried to kill my mother; the least you could do is not go straight to bitching." Emma said cutting Regina off. The rain was still coming down hard and the overhang above Regina's steps wasn't doing much to shield Emma from the weather. Regina sighed and opened the door a bit further to let the blonde woman in. Once inside, Regina disappeared briefly only to appear again throwing a towel at Emma's head.
"At least make sure you don't track filth through my house. Don't the good guys believe in umbrellas?" Regina remarked while making air quotes over the words 'good guys'. Emma ignored her and continued drying off. Her red leather jacket however, would need more than a towel to save.
"You can hang that wretched thing up over here to dry." Regina said, motioning Emma to follow her. "Where did you get that thing anyways?" It was a rhetorical question, Emma knew, but she always had a tendency to answer them anyways, especially since it annoyed Regina.
"I'll tell you if you tell me what you are doing up so late." Emma said.
Regina threw Emma a sideways glance as she hung up Emma's damp leather jacket. She walked back passed Emma back in to the living room and started pouring two drinks. Emma was sure she wouldn't get an answer, but when Regina turned and handed her a drink, she said, "Ever since Henry left I can't seem to get to sleep." Emma gave her a sad smile. Regina looked away taking a drink, not wanting to acknowledge the pity Emma seemed to be so willing in supply of. "Anyways, why are you hear?" Regina demanded, egar to change the subject.
"Oh, I forgot my keys when I went and took Neal to Boston. Your light is the only one on in all of Storybrooke. I didn't want to wake anyone, and well I just wanted to apologize for accusing you…" Emma trailed off. Regina's lips were pressed in a thin line, and her eyebrows were knitted together. She downed the rest of the alcohol in her glass then turned and pored herself more.
"So, spill. Where did you get that atrocity?" The darker haired woman mumbled.
"Well, it's…um… a long story… actually." Came Emma's nervous response.
"Well, I am not going to bed any time soon." Regina stated.