This is my first story so be kind. It is set just after Mary Margaret makes Regina kill her own mother. I have just decided to let my imagination take me where it will. SO feel free to comment or badger or snark about my writing honestly any feedback is good at the moment. So cheers hope you enjoy and if you don't then don't read it. This first part isn't very long just wanted to see if anyone is interested and then I will post more.

Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT or any of the ideas this is just my version of fun not for profit etc

One: Your not dead yet

Regina woke with a start peering through the tangle of long blond tresses that encompassed her face and lifted a hand to her head trying to dull the ache of the thumping headache that seemed to stretch through her brain. Her mind slowly clearing she looked at the strands of soft golden hair clutched in her outstretched arm and stared. Why was her hair so long she thought and why on earth was it blonde. She glanced quickly around her taking in the surroundings becoming more and more puzzled by the fact that she seemed to be in an upstairs bedroom of a loft apartment. Emma Swans loft apartment to be exact. She lept out of bed hurrying to the nearest mirror and gazing slowly at the image of Emma Swan staring back at her with green eyes. What on earth is going on here she thought to her self I must be sleeping as she pinched herself hard on the upper arm. Damn that hurt she thought; it will probably bruise. She felt herself growing more and more distressed at every sight she was seeing. Why on earth did Miss Swan insist on sleeping in a tank top and boy-leg shorts. Why on earth did she have to see it. " Oh my" said Regina in almost a whisper " If I'm trapped in Emma Swans body where is my body?" was the last thing she uttered before her headache overwhelmed her and she felt herself swiftly falling to the ground.

Emma Swan phased in and out of sleep feeling the light trickle in through the curtains and a soft breeze from an open window play gently across her skin. She thought to her self as she rolled to a more comfortable position that for some reason her sheets felt divine today and that she might just stay in bed forever because the feeling was just too good to pass up. As she groggily rolled onto her stomach, legs and arms splaying every which way she was forced awake by someone throwing open her bedroom door in a ridiculously loud fashion.

" Just ten more minutes Mary Margaret, I'll get up in ten but my bed is just so soft today" mumbled Emma into the pillow.

"Yes well I don't just buy silk sheets for any reason dear" stated the person who was slowly walking across the room. Emma thought it was weird that the person sounded kind of like herself but with more of a harsh tone in the voice.

" G' way this is my room" Emma sighed wiping sleepies out of her eyes blurring her view of the silhouette hovering above her.

" No this is my room and you are in my bed" the silhouette stated pointedly. Emma sat up removing the last traces of sleep from her eyes and glanced up at the person hovering over her.

"Fuck" she said gazing at an exact replica of herself. She reached down and pinched herself on the thigh.

" It won't work dear I've tried that already" stated the figure quite bluntly.

" What are you? Who are you? Are you my twin? Wait am I dead? Is that why the sheets were so good? Oh shit I'm dead aren't I? I am. I knew I shouldn't have drunk so much last night. Wait how did I die? " Emma trailed of slowly nearing the end of her rant turning to look the other version of herself in the eye.

" You aren't dead Miss Swan, you are however an idiot one might say even more so than those fools who are your parents. Not to mention I might just kill you myself over your self indulgent habits that have left me with the worst headache in my life." Snarked the other Emma. Emma looked up dumbfounded by the person standing over her.

" You really don't have a clue do you Miss Swan" she stated as she pulled Emma out of bed by delicate wrists and thrust her towards the full length mirror in the corner of the room. Emma threw out her hands to keep from tripping ending up just in front of the mirror. Glancing up she sucked in a breath and stared at herself gazing over herself with dark brown eyes. Taking in the strong jaw, perfect nose and shoulder length chocolate brown curls following the natural flow of the body to take in the scantily clad version of herself in a grey lace slip. She turned slowly to the other woman hovering behind her letting out the breath she had been holding.

" Fuck me, I'm Regina Fucking Mills" she said to a set of swirling green eyes that up until now had been the ones staring her back in the mirror every day.

" Miss Swan do not be so crass, my middle name is not fucking and you are in my body and I want it back now" Regina growled finally truly feeling the weight of the events of the morning, hitting her full on causing her to sway where she stood just inches from her own body.