A/N: This is a W13 and OUAT crossover. The story takes place in Univille in a possible post w13/S4. The characters don't belong to me.

Important things to know: Claudia is the new caretaker. Myka didn't have cancer. Regina and Emma have nothing to do with Ouat in my story. I'm still planning it and I will decide later what to do with them.

Pairings: Myka/H.G. & Swan Queen.

Chapter 1 : A new Sheriff in town.

Myka Bering sat on her usual stool at the only bar in Univille, South Dakota. The atmosphere was filled with the pleasant buzz of the other patrons' chattering and the football match rerun on TV, playing in the background.

Myka was enjoying herself very much while sipping her second vodka and tonic and occasionally listening to the voices around her.

Life at the Warehouse had been strangely peaceful, lately.

After the team had defeated Paracelsus things had definitely calmed down. Claudia was now the new caretaker and everyone was still adjusting.

So, while Pete and Steve were somewhere taking care of a ping and Artie and Claudia were working at the Warehouse, Myka was having a drink on a Tuesday night. Her free night. She knew that this wasn't her standard behavior. She would usually prefer to stay in and read at the B&B, chat with Abigail or Skype with her mother and sister. But today she had felt like going out.

A sudden wave of cold September air alerted her and the other customers that someone had just entered the bar.

Myka took another sip of her drink and licked her lips, turning towards the entrance.

A very good looking blonde woman approached the counter and sat beside her, without glancing in her direction.

"Just a beer, please." The stranger addressed the bartender.

Myka sent a sideway glance at the stranger. The woman looked on her mid 30s. She was wearing a red leather jacket, black skinny jeans and boots. She had wild long blonde curls and looked like some doppelganger of an Hollywood actress that Myka couldn't name because movies weren't her forte. She was a book-lover, after all.

The bartender placed the beer in front of the woman and Myka noticed that she nodded at him and took a sip of the cold beverage. She looked deep in thought.

She isn't the only one, Myka thought to herself. She sighed quietly and went back to her drink.

The bartender turned up the volume of the TV and the buzz of the patrons was consequentially tuned down.

Myka looked up at the TV.

The freshly elected Mayor, Regina Mills was talking about James Kook, the former Sheriff. He had died during a shooting at the Univille car factory.

"… He was a great man who gave his life for our small town…" The Mayor was saying nodding at the reporter, "And this is why we all should be grateful for his sacrifice. Also, it is with great pleasure that tomorrow morning I will present you our new Sheriff. The Sheriff will finish Kook's mandate and in two months there will be new elections... Thank you." And with that Regina Mills left the reporters.

"She sure knows how to do her job…" One of the patrons commented, "I'm sure she has many hidden talents…" Another man said, drooling all over the Mayor's appearance. The men bursted out laughing.

Myka heard the blonde woman beside her swift in her seat.

The warehouse agent took another sip of her drink, rolling her eyes at the men's comments. The first guy wasn't wrong. Despite her striking features, Regina Mills was a good Mayor and surely knew how to get what she wanted.

She reminded Myka of someone else she shouldn't be thinking about.

Regina had defeated her opponent at the last election with a lot of votes and Myka had to admit it was strange for Univille's standards. Regina was a single mother, born and raised in Boston with a very open view of society and policy. Why she ended up here in the middle of nowhere was a mystery to Myka. But she wasn't the one questioning her skills. She was fine with having Regina Mills as Mayor. At least she appeared to be decent and hard working.

"I'll have what she is having…"

The blonde woman told the bartender. Myka lift one of her eyebrows and turned to look at the stranger. She had already finished her beer.

"Thanks…" The blonde muttered as the bartender gave her a vodka and tonic.

"You were kinda lost for a minute there…" The stranger says, meeting Myka's eyes for the first time.

Forest green eyes met the blonde's. Myka had to admit that stranger's eye color was similar to her own.

"I suppose I was…" Myka replied.

The blonde made a face, "How can you drink this?" she said, "It sucks."

"I didn't ask you to try it," Myka chuckled, "if you wanted an excuse to talk you could have just asked." Myka showed her crooked smile.

The blonde smirked, "I know but you were looking intently into yours like it possessed all the answers in the world so I had to try my luck."

Myka smiled looking at the blonde, "I'm still waiting for the answers and this is my second drink."

The blonde nodded.

"I'm Emma, by the way." The stranger said, "Emma Swan."

"Nice to meet you, Emma." Myka said as they briefly shook hands, "Myka Bering."

"Are you new in town?" Myka asked, "I've never seen you around before."

Emma smiled and lowered her voice, "Kind of… I'm the newly appointed Sheriff. But don't tell anyone."

"Oh…" Myka said.

Emma Swan is the new Sheriff?

"That's nice…" Myka said, "Still I don't understand… Why were you called from out of town?"

"I'm not exactly a stranger here. I knew the former Sheriff." Emma said, "It's a long story, I don't want to annoy you."

Myka smiled, "You won't." She said, "Or we could always talk about my job as a IRS agent?" Myka teased.

Emma's eyes widened, "IRS agent?!" she exclaimed, "No way! You're too pretty to be an IRS agent." Emma commented making Myka blush.

"Well. Thanks, I guess." Myka muttered, looking anywhere but at Emma.

"I think you're not telling the truth, Myka." Emma said, "But I understand. It's too early…You don't trust me enough to tell me about your top secret job." The blonde smirked.

How did she…?

Myka gaped at her and then laughed to cover her surprise. She ordered Emma another beer.

"Anyways, I lived here before. I was adopted by James' older brother, John, when I was 10. I stayed with his family till I was 17 but then I run away." Emma said, "I don't even know why I am telling you all of this… I'm not usually so talkative with strangers."

Myka nodded, "I'm not usually out drinking with strangers on a Tuesday night." She smirked.

Emma laughed, "You're funny."

The brown haired woman smiled."Why did you left?" Myka asked, seriously.

"My adoptive father died when I was 16 and his wife didn't want to watch after me anymore… James was the only one who's ever cared about me. But I needed to get away. We stayed in contact so I kinda owe him… He designated me as Sheriff. I can't let him down."

"I understand." Myka said, "You're doing something good, Emma."

"I guess. So," Emma said, "who's the lucky guy or girl who got you here drinking on a Tuesday night?"

Myka chuckled.

"Sadly, there's no lucky guy or girl…" She trailed off.

"You know I can tell when someone's lying?" Emma asked before taking a long sip at her beer.

Myka rolled her eyes, "You remind me of my friend and colleague Steve." She said, "He can do that too."

Emma smiled, "Wow."

"Anyways, I suppose there is…-was someone." Myka said.

"What's her name?" Emma asked, looking into Myka's emerald eyes.

"Helena." Myka said, "We were co-workers but she left for a bit and … Well, she found a guy with a daughter in Wisconsin and she's happy so, I can't do anything about it. I'm pretty sure I love her and I will always will. That's why I let her go. She's happy. She looked happier than ever."

"You said happy three times." Emma commented, lifting an eyebrow.

Myka sighed, "You're annoying, you know that?"

Emma laughed out loud, "So I've been told!"

Myka finished off her vodka tonic in a gulp and shook her head.

"What about you?" Myka asked smirking, "I believe being a Sheriff has its perks."

Emma looked down at her glass, "There was someone but he betrayed me."

"I'm sorry, Emma." Myka began.

Emma shook her head, "It's okay. I'm fine. Sometimes it still hurts. I loved him very much."

Myka nodded, "I know the feeling."

They looked into each other eyes and smiled shyly.

"I should probably go back to the B&B." Myka said.

"B&B?" Emma asked, "Don't you have an apartment or something?"

Myka laughed, "That's a story for another time, Sheriff."

Emma shrugged, "I'll see you around, Myka."

Myka nodded, "Yes, you will." She said, "Goodnight, Emma."

The curly haired agent exited the bar and walked back to her car.

"Myka! Wait!"

Myka turned around and saw Emma running towards her.

"Here…" Emma said, "…This is my number. I'd love to talk some more."

Myka looked down at the piece of paper and smiled.

"Of course, I'll write you mine down." Myka said, "Pen?"

Emma handed her a pen and looked a bit embarrassed as Myka scribbled down her number.

"I'm… I'm not…" Emma said, "I'm not hitting on you…"

Myka sent the blonde an amused look.

"I enjoyed talking to you and… If you ever need to talk..." Emma trailed off.

"Likewise, Emma." Myka said smiling at the blonde.

Emma nodded and watched the other woman enter her car and leave.

TBC

A/N: What do you guys think? Please let me know! I really hope you liked it. Regina and Helena will be in the next chapters, don't worry! I'm still planning the whole story. Be patient with me :D