Hello there! so this story came to me one night and I couldn't resist writing it. It's going to be three chapters long so I hope you guys like it. Please leave reviews I would love to know what you think about it :)

Thanks to my beta Caryn for everything!

Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me unfortunately.

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Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

Louise Erdrich.

"So you think you know me better?" Emma stepped forward, getting closer to the brunette.

"No, I think I know you enough," Regina laughed, that kind of deceptive laugh. "What does that even mean, Miss Swan?"

"It means I know your secret. I know Regina," Regina's eyes showed fear and her breath stopped a little but she stayed stoic.

"You know nothing, Emma Swan. And it's better if you get the hell off of my front porch!" Emma leaned closer disobeying Regina's wish. Their breaths colliding, Regina held her breath.

"This is not over," said the blonde, "I will not leave you in peace. You'll see me around, Regina, because I know, and I know you're scared." Emma smiled. Regina sent her a glare.

"You don't know what I'm capable of." Emma stepped back and looked into deep brown eyes for the last time. "Maybe I know more than you think. Good night, Majesty." She bent down taking a bow, and stepped back to her Bug.

Regina's eyes snapped open. It was a dream. Her hair was damp and her heart beating too fast. "Just a dream. A nightmare." She glanced at the clock, 4:30 a.m., sleep going away faster than she wanted. Henry wasn't going to be up till 7 sharp. She thought about taking a long bath to soothe her wild thoughts. She was scared, even when everything was just a dream. Just the thought of Emma knowing what she had been hiding for so long terrified her.

For Regina, it was never easy to let herself feel, freely feel. So having these strong feelings toward Emma scared the shit out of her. Her mother always taught her that love was weakness. She herself never gave her love; her mother was a cold person. Even cruel. And her father died when she was too young. So, love was a subject too heavy for Regina. She loved Henry of course, but she learned. She struggled every day with him, not knowing how to change a diaper, or how to soothe him when he was crying. She did learn, though, and she loved him with all her heart. It was a different love; it was a connection between mother and son. What she felt for Emma was beyond. She started to care about the Sheriff, to worry about her health and her sleepless nights. They had become some sort of friends, co-parents. And everything began to fall down from there. The way Emma looked at her sometimes felt too real, too deep, too scary. The way her hands searched for her, protecting her constantly. How every phone call lasted too long, or how a simple dinner became an overnight deal with some drinks on their hands. It was extremely confusing, because she knew, Regina Mills knew how she felt about Emma Swan. Regina Mills was utterly and remotely in love of the Sheriff. And Emma, she was clueless.

Emma was Regina's rock and bone. Emma made her feel safe, strong and even weak. How she let herself dig deep into this hole, she didn't know. She just started feeling. She started smiling more, even laughing at Emma's jokes.

If Emma knew that sometimes she let herself fall asleep crying, because the pain was too much, because the fear was eating her alive. If only Emma knew the demons, all the cruelty that Regina had caused. She couldn't even think about that, about Emma rejecting her. About Emma being scared of her. That would be too much to handle. That would destroy her.

The bubbles in the bath were disappearing too fast, and the time was going quickly, but her thoughts didn't let her to realize that. She was so consumed in her thoughts that she didn't hear the knock on the door. She didn't hear the screams of Henry outside calling her name. She didn't hear a single thing because she let herself sink down into the water, she let herself get lost once more.

"Mom?! Are you there? Are you okay?!" Henry kept yelling, he was worried. He spent at least half an hour knocking on the door. Till he decided to call Emma.

"Hello?" Emma's sleepy voice came though the line.

"Ma? You need to come, something happened!" Henry was hysterical, breathing faster and his voice came out like a yell.

"Hey, kid. Calm down. What's wrong?" Emma listened anxiously, completely waking up.

"It's Mom, I think something happened because she hasn't answered the bathroom door, Ma hurry!" Emma hung up the phone and ran to her clothes to put on the first thing she found. She stepped from her room and Snow looked at her with worry.

"Emma, honey, what's wrong? Where are you going?" Emma huffed. She had no time for talks.

"Uhm, something happened, where are my keys, dammit!" Snow left the cup on the table.

"Hey, calm down, they're in the sofa. What's happening? Is Henry okay?" Snow seemed worried and confused.

"No, uhm, Regina. I don't have the details. I'm just going, don't worry. I'll call you." Snow looked at Emma running through the door and before she left screamed, "Take care!"

She had never gone so quickly to Regina's house like that morning. The Storybrooke streets were empty and she broke every single rule in driving, putting no care about it because she was the Sheriff anyway.

She searched for the key under the mat, and went through the door calling Henry out. He appeared telling her that Regina still hadn't answered the door.

Emma ran upstairs and told Henry to stay outside the room.

"Regina? Open the door!" she knocked once, twice and decided to break the door. Once she did, she found Regina laying in the water, her eyes closed, "Regina! Oh, my God. Regina, wake up!" the blonde shook her, and searched for her pulse finding none. "Regina, come on! What the hell did you do! Dammit!" she laid Regina's naked body on the floor and started compressions on her chest, but nothing happened. Henry came and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Mom?" his voice came squealing with fear. "Ma! What's happening?" Emma look through terrified green eyes.

"Henry I told you to stay outside! Dammit! Go and call 911, come on kid!" He ran to get the phone, while Emma kept going with the compressions finding no pulse. She started to give Regina CPR mouth to mouth. At the second try Regina spilled water from her mouth and opened her eyes slowly to Emma's emerald eyes, "Shh, it's okay. I got you. It's okay, Regina." The brunette broke the silence with sobs. She held herself tight to Emma's body, and Emma held her with strong arms, "It's okay. Shh, please don't cry. It's okay." Regina looked at Emma's tired eyes, searching for comfort and finding a strange look in those beautiful eyes. Something she hadn't seen in a while, fear. "Can you stand up? We need to cover your body," Regina looked at her with brown widened eyes, she hadnt noticed her state. "I know. It's okay. I, I'm going to get a towel and some clothes. Come here." She gripped strongly at Regina's body, lifting her up in her arms with no effort. They entered the bedroom and Emma wrapped Regina in a towel.

"Mom?" Henry's softer voice came in the room, "Ma? Is everything okay?" Emma glanced between mother and son.

"Did you call 911?" He nodded. "Okay, good. She's fine. Everything is going to be fine." The bell rang to their ears, "Go get the door, kid. We'll be here." He went downstairs immediately. "Okay, I need you get dressed, do you want me to help you?" Regina nodded. She was speechless and useless in this moment. She felt numb. "I'll be here. I'll be with you." Emma reassured Regina. She helped her to get dressed before the paramedics entered the room. Emma leaned to put a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "I won't leave you alone, you got me." Regina embraced herself and Emma put her arms around to hold her. Hold her like her own life.