She open her eyes, they dart around the unfamiliar room as she lays in the unfamiliar bed. She sits up and pulls the covers back, taking in the unfamiliar silk pyjamas that are covering her body. She throws her legs over the side of the bed and exhales in shock and excitement, the truth of what has happened slowly creeping up on her. She runs her fingers through her hair, the length that she is used to feeling is no longer there. She walks over the large window and peers at the view ahead.
"I did it. I won." Her curse had worked, it had taken them all from their land and made them forget their lives and their loved ones in the Enchanted Forest.
She rushes to her wardrobe and fingers through the clothes hanging there, she pulls a sleek black dress off the rack and walks to the full length mirror on the other side of the room, holding the garment against her body as she admires her reflection.
"Hey, babe," can be heard along with footsteps approaching the door to her bedroom. She whips around just in time to see an attractive blonde woman entering, with a mug in each hand. "I've finished the last of the coffee, would you mind picking some more up from the store after work? I probably won't be home until really late tonight, I have to cover Graham's shift." When Emma notices her wife standing with the tightest dress she owns, the one that shows off all her curves on just the right side of debauched, she places both mugs down on the dresser and heads towards Regina. "I love that dress on you, but if you put it on I may just have to take it straight back off you." She said seductively as her hands held onto slim but curvy hips.
Regina stood frozen to the spot, the cursed names of everyone from the Enchanted Forest flashed through her mind but she had no idea who this woman standing in front of her was back in their land. Maybe she was some peasant she had found on one of the royal roads and had taken back to her castle for the night, she certainly was her type. It couldn't be though, she would remember those eyes. "Who the hell are you?"
Emma raises a challenging eyebrow. "Is it one of those mornings, you fancy a bit of roleplay? We don't have much time but I'm game if you are." She pulls the brunette against her and kisses her hard as she lifts her up and walks to the bed.
Regina is momentarily stunned by the demanding lips against her own and when she feels herself being picked up she instinctively wraps her legs around the blondes slim waist, just to secure herself so the blonde oaf doesn't let her fall to the floor.
Emma drops her onto the bed and lays down on top of her, kissing her neck. "So, what's it to be? Prison Officer and Prisoner? Headmistress and naughty schoolgirl? Tell me what you want, baby."
Regina is never a bottom, no one ever has control of her. Panic shoots through her veins as she remembers her marriage to Leopold and the nights when he would pin her to the bed and take advantage of her. She raises her knee and puts as much force into it as she can muster from her position on her back. It has the desired effect as it makes contact with the blondes centre and sends her reeling backwards, landing on the carpeted floor with a thud.
"Fuck, Regina. What the hell?" Emma manages to gasp out as she lays curled up on the floor, cupping herself in pain.
Regina scrambles off the bed and runs out of the door, fleeing down the stairs without knowing where she is going and not even caring. She's reaching for the handle on the front door when a voice stops her in her tracks.
"Mom?"
She slowly turns her head, not sure what to expect. When Rumple had given her the curse he hadn't mentioned anything about her waking up and being accosted by a brutish blonde or about her having a child. She stares at the young boy curiously, he didn't look like her or like anyone she knows.
"Regina, what was that all about?" Emma queries as she slowly makes her way down the stairs, her stance wider than usual. Regina looks between her and the young boy, young man really, confusion apparent on her face. "Henry, go fix yourself some cereal. We'll be through in a minute." Emma directs her son, her eyes never leaving Regina.
"Can I have chocoflakes?" He was only ever allowed the sugary cereal on weekends but he could sense something was awry and was going to take full advantage of that.
"Yeah, sure kid, whatever you want." He skips merrily to the kitchen, prepared to fix himself the biggest bowl of cereal he's ever had, seen as there wouldn't be any parental guidance.
"Baby, are you okay?" Regina's eyes snap from where they followed her supposed son into what must have been the kitchen, and glare at the woman on the stairs.
"Do not call me that. Now tell me who you are." She demands icily, in a tone Emma hadn't heard in many years.
"I'm Emma…. your wife. I know we went at it pretty hard last night but I didn't think you hit your head on the headboard that hard."
"Excuse me? I would never go to bed with a peasant as lowly as you." She so would, in any other circumstances those eyes and strong cheekbones would have her mounting the woman against the nearest surface.
"Damn you, Zelena!" She mutters under her breath as the penny drops. "I'm sorry, your Majesty." She says with squinted eyes, if Regina answers to that then she will have a pretty good idea of what is going on here.
"That's better. Also, an apology is in order."
"For what?"
"Assaulting me in my bedroom. Then you are going to explain who you are and how you got into my house."
"I'm sorry," she was debating on how she should tell her who she is. She obviously didn't remember they were married and she couldn't tell her she was Snow White's daughter, not when she has magic. "I… urm… I'm your roommate and I'm sorry for what I did upstairs, it's just that your beauty astounds me every single day," at least the last bit was the truth.
She was going to kill Zelena when she got her hands on her. Their little prank war started with silly little things like replacing sugar with salt and ruining cups of tea or placing advertisements for illicit sex in the local paper along with the redheads phone number, (Emma was particularly proud of that one), but this had gone too far. The conniving witch had wiped Regina's memories.
Regina was going to kill Rumple when he found him, the greasy imp had given him a roommate and a child in this new world. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again."
For some reason the Evil Queen persona that she knew used to be her wife's identity was doing strange but wonderful things to her insides. She had to be smart about this and not spook her too much so that she started freaking out and using her magic. "I'll just get ready and then I'll take Henry to school."
"Henry?" Regina's eyebrows scrunch and all she could think of was her father.
It broke Emma's heart that Regina couldn't even remember her own son. "Our… I mean your son."
Regina looked back towards the door the boy had walked through, "my son," she breathed out with a faint smile on her lips. She never thought she would ever have a child, not since she drank the potion that had made her barren.
Emma turned to start back up the stairs to get ready for work, promising herself that she was going to crucify Zelena before lunchtime.
Once she was ready and most of the pain had subsided from her pelvic region she went to the kitchen to get Henry, who was digging into his second bowl of chocolatey cereal. Regina was sitting on a stool opposite him, smiling at the young man like he was the antidote to every illness in the world.
"Hey, kid, it's time for school. Grab your bag and I'll drop you off." Emma instructs him. The smile immediately falls from the brunettes face when she realises she is going to be parted from her son, even though she has no memory of him that predates their first encounter in the hallway.
"Okay. I'll see you later, mom. I hope you feel better." He gives Regina a kiss on her cheek before grabbing his bag and making his way outside to the police cruiser parked in the driveway.
Regina smiles at being called mom but it soon fades when he disappears through the door.
"You're going to be late for work." Emma points out to Regina, hoping that she at least remembers she is Mayor of the town.
"Yes, of course. I need to be on time… to do Mayor things."
Emma is thankful that she seems to remember that, even if she doesn't remember her family. The urge to lean in and kiss her like she does every morning before she leaves for work is overwhelming but she knows that would only make things worse for the already confused brunette.
"I'll see you later," she says in lieu of kissing her and whispering her undying love, as she would on any other day.
Regina gives a curt nod and Emma hesitates for a moment before sighing and following their already departed son out of the door. When she gets in the cruiser she wants to do nothing more than punch the steering wheel in frustration, but seen as Henry is in the passenger seat she settles for sighing and running her hand through her hair.
"What's wrong with mom? She doesn't seem herself." He asks in his squeaky teenage voice.
"She didn't sleep well and she isn't feeling very well this morning. Don't worry about her though, she'll be back to her normal self in no time." She didn't like lying to him but hopefully by the time he had finished his school day everything would be back to normal.
The rest of the ride to Storybrooke High was spent with Henry fiddling with the radio, switching between stations until he found a song he liked, as Emma nervously tapped on the steering wheel as she concocted a thousand different ways to get away with Zelena's murder, she was the Sheriff so it shouldn't be that hard.
"Mom… MOM…" Henry shouts to get her attention.
"Huh?"
"I said I'll see you later."
"Oh , yeah. See you later, Henry. Have a good day in school," she answers when she realises they had pulled up outside the school and he was waiting for an answer.
When he got out she drove straight to Zelena's farmhouse instead of to the Sheriff's office, determined to sort things out.
"Zelena! Zelena!" Emma angrily shouts as she hammers her fist against the door.
"Who are you?" The redhead asks as she opens the door, torturing the blonde a little more.
"That's not funny," Emma fumes, "Regina doesn't remember who Henry or I am." She barges past her beyond annoying sister-in-law.
"Yes, well, I've had to change my bloody phone number since your stupid bloody prank."
"Changing your phone number, your wife forgetting who you are," Emma mocks as she balances her hands on either side of her body, as if weighing something up. "Those are two completely different things. You have taken this way too far and you need to sort it out right now!"
"But the fun has only just begun. You may have started this with your silly little salt in the tea trick but I'm going to end this," she finishes with a sickly sweet smile.
"Again, salt in you tea… my wife not remembering me or Henry," she does the balancing motion with her hands again as if she was Lady Justice herself, "it's not exactly fair."
"Awww… did someone not get their morning nookie? Is that why you're being so ratty?" She asks with a fake pout.
"No, I did not, but that's besides the point." Emma answers with a huff as she defensively crosses her arms. "Give my wife her memory back."
"I've done my dear sister a favour in making her forget your hideous leather jacket collection."
"First of all, fuck you, and second of all, fuck you," the blonde retorts as her simmering anger begins to boil.
"I think I'll pass but thanks for the offer." The redhead says with a wink.
"Zeleeeeena!" Emma petulantly whinges as she throws her arms in the air. "Please!"
"One good turn deserves another," the devious woman says with an evil grin. "If I do this for you, what will you do for me?"
"I don't owe you anything! Just give my wife her memories back!"
"Urm… I will be doing you a favour so you need to do something back for me. Duh."
"For fucks sake." Emma knows there is no point in arguing with her, she would always end up losing. "Fine, what do you want in return?"
"I'm glad you asked," she says with a wide, toothy grin that set Emma's nerves on edge. This wasn't going to be good. "I need driving lessons."
"No. No. Absolutely not. No way." She shakes her head in fear. The first, last, and only time she had taken Zelena for a driving lesson they had ended up engine first in the pond next to the park, terrifying the local wildlife and the children that were feeding the ducks.
"Why not?" She innocently asks with a quirked lip.
"For the same reason I stopped giving you lessons to begin with. You almost killed us both!"
"Don't be so dramatic. I used magic and we were out of there and dry in seconds," she argues.
"That is besides the point. You are a menace when you are behind the wheel and it is my job to keep the town and its citizens safe. Anyway, you don't need to drive you can just poof yourself wherever you want to do."
"I am trying to be more normal and fit in with this town. No one else will take me."
"Correction; no one will take you and that includes me," she says with finality.
"Okay. Well, I do hope you enjoy celibacy," she says before vanishing in a cloud of green smoke.
"Zelena! Zelena!" She shouts into the air after the departed woman. "Fine. Okay, I'll do it," she shouts when she finally relents to the crazy woman's demands. The redhead doesn't reappear and there is no sign of green smoke. She curses herself for not just agreeing to the driving lessons straight away. Now she knows the redhead will keep her waiting and stewing, not knowing when her wife would be returned to normal.