A/N: I got this idea while lying in bed listening to music, so here goes. Please leave a review and tell me what you thought.
Emma growled in frustration. After she became sheriff, Regina managed to ruin her everyday-life even more as her new boss. She sat at her desk in the station staring at, by far, the largest pile of paperwork she had ever seen. Now normally, Emma knew what to expect from the mayor but it was Friday at 5:30PM and said woman had just left after dropping off the papers saying they were to be filled out and brought to her office the next morning. Emma had no intentions of staying late at work because, one, Friday was the night she set aside to have dinner with her roommate since they were both so busy, and two, since Wednesday Emma had not been feeling too hot and she was looking forward to enjoying her Saturday off work resting and relaxing. All this paperwork would take her late into the night, and that just would not do. That week for Emma had particularly stressful, what with the station's small staff, an abnormal spike in the small town's crime rate, and Regina just being more of a bitch than usual, Emma had been looking forward to the week finally ending so she could have a peaceful dinner with Mary Margaret and perhaps get at least one full night's sleep.
Emma, with her head in her hands, growled again into her palms. She pulled the pile in front of her and stared at the first page. She read the first paragraph three times without comprehending the words on the page not once. She sighed before getting up and going to the restroom. She looked in the mirror at her reflection. Her eyes were eclipsed by dark half-moons and her skin looked paler than usual. She felt like crap in general. Maybe I've come down with something, she thought. Regina has to let me take sick days. Emma bent down and turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water onto her face. She grabbed some paper towels and dried her hands and face before returning to her office to glare at the pile of papers.
Emma pulled her phone from her leather jacket pocket and unlocked it. She scrolled down through her contacts to the M's and selected Regina's name. She began typing a message and once she was finished, she collected all of her things and straightened up the office ignoring the large pile of paperwork on her desk then left the station after locking everything up. Just as she sat down in her beloved bug, her iPhone dinged in her hand with a new text message. From Regina, it read: If you are indeed sick and require leave, then by tomorrow evening need an official doctor's note confirming you require leave and I'll also need the time you plan to be off work. Get well soon. Emma couldn't that last sentence being sincere. But Emma really had a thing against doctors in general and had no idea what she was gonna do. Why should I have to go to the doctor anyway? Emma thought. Does she think I would lie about being sick? I swear she never treats me like an adult. Emma drove home to the loft and was greeted by Mary Margaret in the kitchen making dinner. "Hey, Emma. How was your day?"
"Do you want me to be honest?"
"Yes?"
Emma put her jacket on the table and plopped face-down on the couch groaning into the pillows. Her roommate winced sympathetically," Was it that bad?"
"Yeah. Regina made it ten times worse right as I was getting ready to head home. She came to the station with this huge ass pile of paper work saying it had to be ready by tomorrow morning. I already feel like shit and staying late at work was not gonna help."
"What did you do about it? Obviously, you didn't stay because your here now."
"I texted her and told her I wasn't feeling well and she said that if I'm taking some time off she needs to see a doctor's note."
"I've called in sick before and have never been asked for one. I'm not even sure whether she's allowed to ask you."
"Why should I have to have her stupid paperwork finished by tomorrow morning anyway? It's my day off. She definitely can't be allowed to make me work on my day off."
"Maybe you should just skip dinner and go get some rest. You look like you really need it," Mary Margaret suggested.
"No, no, I can't do that. This is our night to finally just hang out since we both have crazy schedules," Emma reasoned.
"It's alright. I'll leave you some left overs in the fridge that you can have another time. I don't mind missing one dinner with you."
Emma sighed in resignation. She really was tired. "Ok. Thanks, MM. You're the best." Emma climbed the stairs to her bedroom and shut the door behind her. She changed into her nightwear which consisted of a tank top and a pair of large boy shorts. She snuggled into blankets finding a dreamless sleep easily.
Emma woke sometime after noon to the sound of her phone's ringtone and vibrations on her nightstand. She blindly reached out for it with her eyes barely opened to and put it to her ear to answer not bothering to check the ID. She rasped out a weak," Emma speaking," now very aware of a killer sore throat. "Miss Swan, it is almost noon and I have not seen the paperwork I gave to you yesterday evening on my desk. Care to explain?" All Emma could comprehend was that Regina was on the other end of the line. It took her a full five seconds to acknowledge what she actually said. "Well?" she asked impatiently.
After a poor attempt to clear her throat, the blonde rasped into the phone in a gravelly voice," I told you yesterday that I wasn't feeling well, and I don't know how you expected me to finish all that work in the thirty minutes I had left on my shift."
"I still require a doctor's note, Miss Swan."
"Why, Madame Mayor, whyyy?" Emma drawled out slightly out of breath.
"I'll speak to you later, Miss Swan," Regina said with subtle mirth. And with that last statement, the call ended. Emma groaned as loud as she could with her arm draped over her eyes. Tossing her phone the small distance back onto the nightstand, Emma uncovered her eyes. The sunlight streaming into her bedroom through the window made her hiss and cover her eyes again. She rolled over to get out of bed and succeeded in falling on the floor. The fall didn't hurt that much but she groaned again into her arms.
When she finally pushed herself off the floor after a good three minutes, she wobbled into the bathroom adjoining her room. Her reflection showed that she looked like she had gotten no sleep. Emma started the shower setting it to a pleasantly warm temperature before removing her nightwear and stepping in. The warm water seem to release some tension and after cleaning her body and washing her hair, she got out and put on some comfortable black sweatpants and a large, blank, red T-shirt. Emma flopped down onto her bed feeling completely drained. She could have laid like that all day if her stomach had not growled so loudly demanding sustenance.
Somehow surviving the struggle to the kitchen without collapsing, Emma discovered a small mountain of groceries and a paper bag from the pharmacy on the counter and note next to them. The note read, Hey, Ems. I went out to the store and pharmacy to get you some things since you weren't feeling well. I'm sorry I couldn't stay home with you today, but I had some things to do and won't be back until around 3:00 this afternoon… The rest of the note entailed the purpose of some of the more extravagant things she bought and what to do with them. Emma made a mental note to praise Mary Margaret later for her care package. Following the directions, Emma had a bowl of chicken noodle soup for breakfast, took some medicine, and laid down on the couch with a bottle of Gatorade tucked under one arm.
She doesn't know when she fell asleep, but Emma looks at the clock above the TV in the living room and sees that it's well after 5 o'clock. Almost 6 actually. Mary Margaret must still be out. Probably running around with David, she thought. She struggled to sit up, finding her muscles unusually stiff. She took a large swig of her fruit punch Gatorade to moisten her dry throat, then pushed herself off the couch to go use the bathroom. On her way out, Emma checked her phone to find that she had one missed call from Mary Margaret and five missed call from Regina. Holy shit, I slept like a log! I am so screwed, Emma thought with a frown on her face. The blonde's thoughts were interrupted but five sharp raps on the door. Emma shuffled to the door to be greeted by a somewhat furious looking mayor standing with her arms crossed. "Re-Regina," Emma stammered and swallowed nervously. She felt her face grow warm just looking at the woman in her silver slacks and matching vest over a white long-sleeve blouse. The top three buttons were open revealing an acute amount of cleavage. What the hell is wrong with me? And when did the room get so warm? "Miss Swan, I hope you have that note ready for me to see because I have not heard from you since noon."
"I-I, uh…" Emma was sweating bullets at this point. Her stomach was in knots but also churning at the same time. Oh my God. It was difficult to keep steady breaths in and out of her nose.
"Well? Care to explain yourself?"
"When y-you called this morning-"
"You mean this afternoon," Regina corrected.
"R-right. This afternoon when you called, I was just waking u-up. And I wasn't-wasn't feeling…feeling-" Emma was starting to feel lightheaded and her speech was slurring slightly. The room was positively spinning and Emma couldn't focus her vision on Regina anymore. Regina was saying something but Emma couldn't make out what it was. The room was already tilting. Then everything went black.
A/N: Cliffhangers. Sorry not sorry. Please leave a review and let me know if I should continue this. :3