AN: Hey guys so option number three won! This is a story about Regina moving to a small town that Emma just happens to be the sheriff of. I really think you're gonna like this one. Disclaimer: not my characters (although I may throw in an OC or two) all rights go to OUAT and ABC.
Chapter One: New Arrivals
If you lived in Storybrooke Maine, there were two things that you knew above everything else to be true. First, your town was the best town there was and no one could tell you otherwise, and apart from the happenings of '01 it had always been picture perfect. The second- just as, if not more important than the first- everything that was wrong with the world, and your little town was cause by New York City and the city slickers that resided there.
There was though, a few things that you needed to know if you were going to live in the quaint little town: every year at least one tourist would get ran out of town by crazy town folk (they didn't like strangers), Miners Day was more important than any holiday, and Sheriff Swan was God's gift to men...and women.
Gossip was the main source of entertainment around the town and Granny's Diner was full of it. The leading topic of their never ending hearsay was always the sheriff. The men in town whispered about how good she looked in her uniform and took bets on who could get her out of it first. While the women in town either fumed over her stealing the attention of any eligible bachelors, or they secretly fantasized about what it would be like to have a night of their own with the blonde officer.
Emma was thirty-two and the sheriff over all of Enchanted County, although Storybrooke was the only town within the county limits so her job consisted of finding lost dogs when they ventured into woods, and arresting grumpy janitors when they drank too much at the only bar in town. Today though, she was searching for an idiot tourist from Jersey that had gotten themselves lost around the lake.
"This is my least favorite part of the job; finding morons who should have stayed in the city." Her deputy, Graham Humbert groaned as they stepped out of the station door and moved towards the cruiser.
"Oh trust me I know. Plus that dumb dog kept me up all night again last night. I swear it's worse than when Henry was a baby." Emma complained, already regretting getting her six year old son a puppy.
"I told you it was a bad idea," Graham laughed.
Emma grunted back in reply, but quickly turned her attention to the sporty vehicle that was making its way, quickly, down Main Street. "Who the hell is that?" She wondered out loud, causing Graham to turn his attention in the same direction.
No one in her town owned anything newer than a 90's model anything. They were old fashion, and that's the way they liked it. So who in the world was racing down the street in a shiny new Mercedes? Hopefully not a New Yorker
"Someone probably took a wrong turn again." Graham figured, referring to the many people that somehow get so very turned around on their way to Portland.
Then the car, that seriously looked as if it was just purchased from the dealer, pulled into the sheriff's station's parking lot, and just as Emma had feared the license plate proudly showed that it was in fact a New Yorker. That wasn't even the worst part though, right across the front plate of this car were the words EVILQUEEN.
"Please God let them be lost." Emma whispered under her breath, making Graham stifle a laugh.
The driver's side door was gently opened and a perfectly manicured hand was placed on the top of it as whoever the driver was pulled herself up and out of the low riding car. Sunlight caught the silver charm bracelet around the thin wrist then the "Evil Queen" rose up and she looked as if she was heading to Paris Fashion Week instead of driving around their sleepy little town. Her raven hair was parted to the side and just barely touched her shoulders as she moved around to shut the car door. Big bug eyed sunglasses covered the majority of what Emma was sure was a beautiful face, but they couldn't hide the perfectly arched eyebrows or those plump red lips that the sheriff couldn't keep herself from looking at.
Suddenly, the Evil Queen was walking towards her and the blonde calmly pulled out her own mirrored sunglasses from her breast pocket and put them on. This woman's whole outfit screamed city slicker, but could have been wrapped in trash bags and Emma still would have known that she was from New York. It was all in the way she walked; head high, shoulders back, a sway to her hips that had Emma transfixed. She was wearing a tight blue silk shirt that was fighting a losing battle against her generous bust, causing the third button down to strain deliciously across her chest. The shirt was sleeveless and the brunette wore it perfectly. The black jeans hugged her perfect curves just right and Emma wondered how she even got into them. They all lead down to a pair of fuck me heels that clicked against the pavement as she strode towards the two officers.
"Excuse me," she said as she stopped not two feet away from Emma. "I was hoping you could give me some directions. I seem to be a bit lost." She admitted and she sounded impatient as hell, just like every city girl was.
"Yeah I bet you are," Graham snickered quietly and Emma sent him a glare.
"Where are you trying to get to?" The blonde asked.
"Midas Road." She let out a deep breath and Emma could feel it hit her face.
"Are you a friend of Kathryn Knight?" Graham asked with a smile, blatantly checking out the woman.
"No," came the short reply.
"Well the only thing out Midas is Kathryn and Frederick Knight's place." Emma explained with a cautioning tone, as she folded her arms across her chest and allowed her gaze to follow the column of an olive toned neck and on down to round full breasts. Amazing.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
Was this tourist really questioning if Emma knew her town? The town she not only grew up in, but patrolled daily. Kathryn and Frederick had lived in the same house out Midas Road since they had graduated high school; they had raised their three children and two dogs their, and Emma had been out there this morning to drop Henry off for Kathryn to babysit. So yeah she was sure.
"Pretty sure, I was there about thirty minutes ago." Emma grinned, running her eyes down the brunette again.
"Well I was told that 108 Midas was on Midas Road," The mystery woman snapped back.
"You sure about that ma'am?" Graham asked politely, doimg his best to ease away the tension that was slowly building around them.
"That's what the realtor in Portland told me yesterday when I went to pick up the key." The woman, who still hadn't given them her name explained to them. Obviously missing the meaning behind the deputy's words.
"I mean are you sure that you want to go there?" He clarified.
"Considering I just got a six month lease, yes I am sure." She was beginning to get annoyed and Emma couldn't help but to smile at the way her top lip curled up.
"Okay ma'am, you're gonna wanna go down Main Street until it forks off, then you need to stay left. About a half a mile out that way and you'll see Midas Road, after you turn off there it'll be about another two miles before you get to your new house." Emma smirked, knowing the woman would take one look at the place and turn back for New York.
"Okay and the realtor told me there was a garden on the grounds, is that true?" Evil Queen asked.
"Uh yeah, I guess you could say that," Emma shook her head in amusement. This lady had no clue what she was walking in to.
"Thank you officers." She gave a small smile and Emma's stomach clenched, God this woman was perfect.
"You're welcome, Miss?" Graham let his sentence drawl out, hoping to get her name. Good thing he asked too, because Emma was to preoccupied with soaking in every detail of the woman in front of her to remember to do so.
"Mills, Regina Mills." Came the husky reply and damn if it didn't do something to Emma down deep inside.
"Nice to meet you Miss Mills, I'm Sheriff Swan, and this is my deputy, Graham Humbert. May I ask what you plan to do here in Storybrooke?"
"Nothing." Was the only answer she received.
"So you're just leasing a house that hasn't been lived in for over a decade for the hell of it?" She queried.
"I needed to get away from the city, and Storybrooke seemed like the right place to do it." The woman was already turning away. "Thank you for your help, I should be on my way." Then she was walking back to her fancy schmancy car and speeding away.
"Damn, I haven't seen a woman like that in a long time." Graham whistled as they slid into the cruiser.
"You don't leave the county enough," Emma laughed, "and what am I, chopped liver?" She teased.
"You're gay so I'm pretty sure any attraction I had towards you would be futile." The man laughed before backing out onto the street.
"Yeah, well could you tell those ass holes at the Rabbit Hole that so they will stop watching me like I'm fried chicken and they haven't eaten in days?" Emma joked some more.
"Hey, if you want your secret out to the whole town and feel the need to risk your re-election be my guest. Lord knows you need to come out." He shook his head at her, but kept his tone light and joking.
"Can you imagine what would happen to this town if they found out their beloved sheriff was a big bad lesbian?" Emma laughed as she imagined the faces of the locals if she ever came out.
"These conservative pricks have no clue what kind of abomination runs this town," A laugh was shouted out from the driver's seat. "Hey it seemed like you couldn't keep your eyes off Mills though, so maybe?" He questions in a sly tone, thick eyebrows wiggling suggestively.
"Yeah right, I'll stick to driving to Portland once a month to scratch my itch and fantasizing about Sandra Bullock." They both laughed at her words, but really they knew that she wanted nothing more than to be who she was. That just didn't seem possible at the moment.
There was a tense silence in the car as the approached the lake and thought over their conversation. "So think our city girl will make it the whole six months?" Graham broke the silence.
"I bet she doesn't even make it inside the house." Emma told him, not being able to picture the surprise on the woman's face when she realized what she had spent her money on. There was probably going to be one very scorned realtor when Miss Mills got back to Portland.
Regina truly had no idea what laid in wait for her.
AN: Soooo I hope you like where this is going. Updates will probably be every few days. I tried to make them every day with my last story, but I'm pretty busy at the moment so it may take some more time in between. Feel free to message me with ideas, and please review and let me know what you think!