Summary: This is Swan Queen all the way. Emma unwittingly makes a wish at the same time that a shooting star falls out of the night sky. And as we all know, when you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are. Everything your heart desires will come to you.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Pairing: Emma Swan/Regina the evil queen/Hook (it's not what you think so give it a chance.)

Note: After reading the hate another author got for including Hook in a story, it made me reluctant to want to finish this and post it. I did anyway. This is a fanfiction. As far as Once Upon A Time goes, I am well aware that Swan Queen will always be a distant fantasy. That is why I am writing fanFICTION! I don't hate, so please don't hate on me.

Makes No Difference Who You Are

Chapter 1

Using her forearms for balance, Emma rested against the pier over looking the sea where the Jolly Roger was docked. The night sky greeted her in her finest evening wear. A dark black gown sprinkled with a multitude of glittery diamond like stars. Emma sighed loudly after looking at her watch. Hook was late for their date. Emma looked back at the sky in time to see a streak of a bluish white light plummet to the sky. "Regina is always on time," Emma thought absentmindedly to herself. "I wish Hook were more like Regina," Emma huffed to herself out of frustration. She didn't have the chance to ponder her thought more as she heard the approaching foot steps of her date on the docks.

"Djd you see that?" Hook called out to Emma.

"See what?" Emma replied looking around to see if something was amiss.

"Just a falling star," he answered matter of factly leaning over to place a kiss of on Emma's left cheek. "Sorry I'm late love, shall we go?" He asked holding out his right arm in an attempt of chivalry. Rolling her eyes, Emma begrudgingly took the proffered arm.

"Your charm can't get you everything," she muttered under her breath.

"Ahh, what's was that Swan," Hook teased with bravado, "Did I just hear you admit that you think I am charming?"

"I don't know how dating works in the Enchanted Forest or in Neverland but it is definitely not good form to keep a lady waiting," Emma informed her date.

"Well would it make my faux pas any better if I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" Hook asked seriously looking deep into Emma's eyes. Emma grabbed his arm tighter trying to camouflage the blush that spread across her face. "Alright, you are forgiven," she giggled and the pair continued on the way to their destination.

Meanwhile, across town, the Mayor was in her home office catching up on some errant emails that she didn't get to during normal business hours. A certain annoying sheriff occupied the time allotted to answering emails discussing the possibilities for the date she had later that evening. Certainly not being one for "girl talk", it was only because of the forging friendship between the two women that the mayor even entertained the discussion. She halfheartedly listened commenting occasionally but not that Emma noticed. She was too busy to notice that Regina couldn't care less about the topic of conversation. Finishing her work, Regina powered down her computer leaving her office opting to get ready for bed. She ran herself a bath to help wind herself down and ease the tension of the day away. Sinking into the tub, her mind wandered to Emma and her date. She couldn't understand what Emma saw in the smarmy pirate. In her opinion, Hook was no where near good enough for her friend. And if she was being honest with herself, she wasn't sure there would be anyone that was good enough for Emma. Because it was not just Emma that this man would have to be good enough for. He would also have to be good enough for her son. In that arena, the bar was set incredibly high. But if she were being completely honest with herself, Regina would be able to admit that she didn't think that there was any man out there that was good enough for Emma. However, all her pondering made her realize how bleak her actual love life was.

"At least Emma has an option in the bilge rat of a pirate," she thought sadly to herself. Storybrook was not filled with many potential suitors. If there was, it was doubtful anyone would be brave enough to approach her. The one man that was brave enough, ended up leaving her out of a sense of duty, of honor, of commitment. She didn't want to fault him for that, but in the end, Regina was just a woman. And it hurt.

"Karma's a bitch, a she has GPS," Regina whispered softly to herself. Finishing off in the tub, the Mayor readied herself for bed. Regina picked up the book on her nightstand content to read until she was tired enough to sleep.

As Regina slowly awoke from her peaceful slumber, she could swear she heard the squawking of seagulls in the distance accompanied by the soft slapping of waves hitting against a pier or dock. In fact, she could also feel the gentle roll of waves as if she were on a ship, while the smell of sea permeated her nostrils. She open her eyes hesitantly against the harshness of the bright morning light. Once her vision was adjusted, she slowly took in her surroundings.

"What the hell am I doing on the Jolly Roger," came out in a deep baritone voice. A voice that unequivocally most certainly did not belong to her. Sitting up quickly, Regina caught her appearance in the mirror across from the berth.

"What the hell?!" she shout out in alarm. Scrambling hastily from underneath the jungle of sheets to her feet, she realized that she was stark naked. Not only was she naked, but her new appendage, or rather Hook's announced itself proudly at half mast.

"What the hell," she exclaimed in utter disbelief.

Across town, Hook woke up in a similar predicament. Not that he minded finding himself in the body of a woman. Under normal circumstances, being in the body of a woman meant that he was engaged in some sort of sexual situation with said woman. But he was actually in the body of a woman, and not just any woman. He had turned into Regina Fucking Mills. Hook was now the Evil Queen. He squealed in horror upon this revelation causing him to pee himself a little bit. Realizing his bladder was screaming at him in protest, he set off in search of the lavatory. Finding a door to the right, he ended up awestruck as he surveyed the Mayor's extensive collection of designer clothing. This admiration didn't last long as his bladder re-announced itself with a pang.

"Hmm, I'm coming out of the Mayor's closet," he chuckled at his own joke as he exited the massive closet. The second door proved successful and he approached the toilet. Facing the toilet, he unceremoniously dropped the pants and underwear so that they pooled around his ankles. He nearly busted his ass trying to figure out how to get himself over the toilet so that he could aim properly.

"Oh right," he muttered to himself, "The lasses have to sit down to accomplish this task." Turning around, he perched himself daintily on the toilet sighing in sheer bliss as he let it go. Finishing up, he spied the roll of toilet paper, and proceeded to tear off a square. He used the slip to wipe only to find that such a small sheet clung to his hand. He shook his hand wildly trying to get the offending piece of paper off. It was then, he realized that he had another hand again! He used the other hand to removed the soiled toilet paper dropping it in the toilet. He didn't feel like he got the job done the first time so he decided to go in a second time. This time, he took the roll of toilet paper and wrapped it around his entire hand. This worked well. He got off the toilet, and was washing his hands when he heard banging coming from somewhere below. He hurried out of the room, and down the stairs realizing someone was at the front door. He fiddled with the multiple locks on the door opening the locks with a click to reveal his very self seething in unbridled anger.

"You," the Mayor who found herself in his body said menacingly, "You did this!"