Emma Swan walked up the sidewalk to the mayor's house, Henry in tow behind her. They were about 10 feet from the door when a woman burst out the door.

"Henry!"

Emma turned to look at the kid, my kid, she reminded herself. The boy looked like a deer in caught in headlights. The woman who had ran out of the house wrapped Henry in one of the most awkward and one sided hugs Emma had ever seen. He just stood still and waited for it to be over.

"And who might you be?" The woman turned to Emma and for a split second Emma could've sworn the woman's eyes were red for a split second.

"She's my real mom!" Henry shouted at the woman and shoved his shoulder into the woman's hip as he stormed into the house. Neither woman said anything but it gave Emma a good chance to examine the woman. She was dressed impeccably, make-up perfect and hardly a hair out of place. She also picked up a vibe from the woman that made Emma fidget. There was a pressure in the air that Emma hadn't noticed before.

"I just wanted to make sure he made it home." Emma said lamely.

"Well he's home," the woman started to smile in a way that reminded Emma of a shark. "Why don't you come in for a drink, as a thank you."

All of the sudden Emma wanted nothing more than to get out of there, let alone follow this woman into her mansion. But she did it anyways, as much as the woman freaked her out she was also intrigued by her. Emma wasn't about to back down either. She wasn't a coward. It had been many years since she had hid from what frightened her. Now she just ran towards it. There was just something about this woman that drew Emma in. As she followed the woman her eyes kept drifting downward. Even her ass is perfect, Emma shook her head. She'd never thought about another woman like that. Never.

A man that Emma hadn't noticed before walked down a set of stairs to her right. He too was gorgeous and perfect his eyes held a deep sadness. It almost seemed to resonate in his voice as he informed the woman that Henry was tired but unharmed. He could barely even look the woman in eye when he told her. He kept his head down as he walked towards the front door but Emma turned her attention back to the woman as she motioned for Emma to follow her into a side room. Emma stopped briefly, she hadn't heard the door open or close but as she turned around the man was gone.

The room had a desk and several lounge chairs about. It was all black and white and very elegant. The woman was sitting on the desk with her legs crossed waiting for Emma with a bottle in her hand.

"I'm Regina by the way." she said nonchalantly as she poured a drink for Emma and one for herself. Her fingers grazed Emma's as she handed her a drink. Her touch sent a slight shock through Emma. Left her breathless and left Regina waiting for a reply with a smirk on her face.

"Emma."

"Well, Emma," she started "let me be the first to welcome you to Storybrooke. But after you finish your drink I think it's best if you head back to, wherever, it was that you came from and..."

Regina was interrupted by a knock at the door to the room.

A man just barely opened the door enough to stick his head into the room.

"I heard Henry ran away is everything...oh. So sorry I didn't..."

"Sydney! If I needed your goddamn help I would've called you. Get. Out."

The man stammered for a second and the door seem to slam itself shut in his face. Emma stared at the door then turned back to Regina. She was fuming, but once she realized Emma was looking she plastered on that shark smile again.

"I rent the guest room to him, he's always been too nosy for his own good. Where were we?"

"You were trying to get me to go back to Boston." Emma put emphasis on the town.

"Trying? My dear, I'm just suggesting."

"Don't worry about it, I'm going now." Emma interrupted. This woman, Regina, put her on edge. It made her nervous. But what made her most nervous was that she liked it.

As Emma made her way out to her car she noticed how empty the street was. No one was out. No cars driving around, no noises, not even a cricket. The air was thick with something Emma couldn't pinpoint. It wasn't humidity, but it wasn't exactly easy to breathe either.

Inside the house Regina watched from her bedroom as Henry's birth mother got into her car. She wasn't too bad on the eyes, and that leather jacket just served to turn Regina on. She walked with a confidence that Regina liked too. But that was all beside the point. This woman was here to take Henry and she wouldn't have that. Besides what was one woman, she could always have more.

"Regina I'm so sorry. I didn't know you had one of your playthings over."

Regina turned faster than humanly possible and launched at Sydney pinning him up against the wall by his throat.

"She's not a plaything." she spat at the man as she pushed her hand up higher taking Sydney off the ground. Sydney clawed at her hands. Regina's eyes started to glow with delight as she continued to raise him higher and then dropped him to the ground. She kneeled to be eye level with him.

"Don't make me kill you again." Then she stood up, glanced out the window at the now empty driveway and left the room.