A/N: I'm back to continue this little project. Each chapter of this fic will be an additional SwanQueen scene from Season 2 starting from a single line of dialogue from the show. 90% of these chapters will be smutty! Each chapter is standalone.

Now, due to Emma's little stumble in episode 1, the early episodes are severely lacking SwanQueen scenes. Therefore, I've had to skip eps 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8! Sad times I know but there was no way around it.

Anyway, enough rambling. On with the SwanQueen goodness (no sex because it just didn't fit the episode!).

"That's Jefferson's hat," Emma said, her eyes wide as Regina held the item in her hands.

"How do you know Jefferson?" Regina asked after a long pause, placing the hat back on the table.

"He, um, he kinda drugged me a few weeks back. Kidnapped Mary Margaret too. He wanted me to make him a new hat. Apparently as the saviour I have magic or something," Emma said distractedly, trying to wrap her head around the fact that the stories the man had told her that night were all true.

"Did you succeed?" Regina asked, curious.

"Succeed?" Emma frowned.

"Did you make the hat work?" Regina clarified.

"Of course not," Emma snorted. "I don't have magic."

Regina looked away quickly, suddenly becoming very interested in the lining of the hat's leather box.

"What?" Emma pushed, sensing a change in the brunette's demeanour.

"Nothing," Regina replied tersely.

"No, what's up?" Emma asked. "Something I said just made you worry. What was it?"

"Nothing," Regina repeated.

"Remember my super power?" Emma asked, arms folded. "I can tell when people are lying."

Regina sighed and sat back down in her chair. Looking up at the blonde, she wondered how much to give away. Only hours earlier Emma had saved her from the town mob. Then she and her imbecile parents had scared off the wraith, temporarily at least. And now they were getting ready to banish the evil creature once and for all. Perhaps Emma deserved to learn the truth.

"You do have magic," she whispered.

"Excuse me?" Emma asked, her eyes wide.

"You're powerful Emma," Regina said. "I sensed it as soon as I saw you outside my house today. It's always been inside you but now magic is here, it's palpable. Can't you feel it?"

Emma stared at the brunette for a moment before letting out a bark of laughter. "I'm not magical. I'm not special. I broke the curse because of my love for Henry, not because I have magic. Snow and Charming aren't magical so how can I be?"

"It's not genetic," Regina sighed. "But it is because of them. You're the product of true love. That's the most powerful form of magic there is."

"So I'm a witch?" Emma asked, laughing again.

"I always preferred sorceress. Witch has too many negative connotations," Regina shrugged.

"But you can't use magic here?" Emma asked.

"Not yet," Regina said. "It's different. It will take some time to get used to. But I can feel your magic, and Gold's, and even Blue's. My senses are heightened now. I can read people easier, tell what they want, anticipate their every move."

"You didn't anticipate Whale lunging at you earlier," Emma pointed out.

"Nor did I anticipate you jumping in to save me," Regina retorted.

"I told you, Henry wanted me to. And I wasn't going to stand back and watch you get ripped limb from limb."

"Why not?" Regina asked. "After everything I've done to you over the past few months, I'd think that was the least I deserve."

Emma moved around the desk and leaned back against it, facing Regina, before she spoke again. "I'm not going to pretend we haven't had our differences," Emma nodded slowly. "But I know now you only did what you did to protect Henry. We were both doing what we thought was best for our son."

"And in doing so, I caused him so much pain," Regina said, her eyes glistening.

"Hey, hey, it's not all on you," Emma said, reaching out to cover Regina's clasped hands with her own. "We both went at each other. We both put Henry in the middle. It's not all your fault Regina. I mean, if you'd told me the truth about the curse and everything on day one, do you really think I would have believed you? I would have jumped into my bug and driven back to Boston, abandoning Henry all over again."

"I'm glad you didn't," Regina murmured, staring at the hand covering her own.

"How so?" Emma asked.

"Henry's so much happier since you came here," Regina admitted. "He'd lost his spark in the months before he ran off to find you. Your presence, Operation Cobra, it brought the life back to my son."

"But because I stayed, Henry ended up nearly dying," Emma pointed out.

"How was that your fault?" Regina asked, raising tear filled eyes to reach the blonde's. "I was the one who made that poisoned apple turnover. I was the one who would do anything to stop the curse being broken even if it meant effectively killing my son's mother."

"But I was the one who refused to believe Henry. I was the one who told him he was crazy. I forced him to eat that turnover through my own denial. He tried so hard to get me to believe and I didn't. I couldn't."

Tears were flowing down both women's cheeks now as they remembered the tortuous hours when Henry lay lifeless in the hospital bed. Hesitating for a moment, Regina stood up and moved to embrace Emma, both women needing the contact more than they knew. Emma wrapped her arms around Regina, holding her close as the tears continued to fall.

"We're both to blame," Regina murmured. "But what matters now is Henry is fine. He's alive, he's safe, and he's happy." Her hand slowly moved up and down Emma's leather-clad back as she spoke.

"But you're not," Emma sniffed, her own hands pressed against the small of Regina's back.

"What do you mean?" Regina asked as she pulled away from Emma but stayed standing in front of the blonde.

"You're not safe," Emma said.

Regina frowned for a moment before she remembered why the two women had been in her office in the first place. "The wraith," she breathed.

Emma nodded. "We can beat this, Regina," she assured. "I made a promise to Henry that I would keep you safe. I might not know how to use my magic but if you say I have it, I'm sure I can figure it out."

"Henry really asked you to protect me?" Regina asked.

"Of course," Emma said, reaching out and placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder. "He loves you Regina and he doesn't want anything bad to happen to you. And I'm not going to let it."

"Thank you," Regina said, giving Emma a watery smile before she moved forward and enveloped Emma in another hug. As she did so, her lips brushed lightly across a pale cheek.

Emma's skin burned at the contact, her heart beating faster as she pulled Regina closer to her.

The door banged open and the two women broke apart immediately.

"Torches, for when it comes back," Charming announced, unaware that he had interrupted an intimate moment. Emma looked anywhere but at Regina, her cheeks flaming red as she tried to calm her mind. Regina on the other hand had had years of political practice and managed to school her face into a look of interest as Snow and Charming walked towards them holding brooms.

Brooms? How on earth were they going to defeat the wraith with brooms?