A/N: hey everyone, I guess my inspiration is still running and that's why there is a new story, not connected with my previous one-shot. Keep in mind that I'm not an English speaker so there could be some mistakes in the text, but I did my best for you guys. Hop you enjoy it!


Emma POV

She's so beautiful, how is it even possible? Emma thought while she managed to look away. Anyway, whatever she would try to do, to let this beautiful person understand that she will never leave, that she will cherish every moment with her, that she has no intentions to hurt her, this person wouldn't let her in her heart. Regina was broken, a broken heart and a broken mind, worse isn't even possible. The brunette didn't talk about how she felt or what she felt and Emma saw in her eyes that maybe she wasn't even able to let someone fix all the things that hurt her inside. She had hidden her emotions, her real emotions, for so long. Everything that came out of her mouth had been pure anger, but if you had listened very carefully, you heard this little vibration in her voice that yelled for help, but wasn't heard until now.

Emma could recognize this all in a matter of seconds, the first time they met, she knew there was something wrong and yet she didn't ask anything because the Evil Queen hated her more than anyone. Over the years they grew closer because of their son, Henry. He was like the best thing that happened to Regina, and in one and another way, Emma had given it to her. The brunette had raised her son with all the love she had and only he knows what it's like to be loved by the Evil Queen, he took the Evil from the Queen at the moment Regina adopted him, Emma was sure about that.

Emma shook her head a bit and repeated the last sentence in her head. It wasn't only her son, it was their son. They made him the person he is now and he was a beautiful young gentleman. Sure, he was, he was raised by the most beautiful person in the world, he had have the best care he ever could have. He had everything Emma couldn't have given him if he had stayed with her.

Emma took a deep breath, knowing she might need it and walked to Regina, who sat down next to her at the bar of the Rabbit Hole. Regina didn't look up at her, her eyes focused on the glass Whisky on the bar itself. Emma sighed, how should she begin this? Was it even possible to talk to her without touching a broken piece of heart? Was it possible for her to reconstruct it?

"Hi", Emma said softly, her voice trembling a bit. At that moment, the barman came to her with asking eyes, "Tequila shot, please, make it two", she said.

Regina still hadn't looked at her and by the look in her eyes, Emma was pretty sure she wasn't going to.

"Regina, please answer me, how are you?" Emma tried gently.

Suddenly Regina looked at her, not sure what she should answer and there it was "I'm just fucking fine, Emma, don't you see? I'm so great that I just really love to drink myself off the table on a Tuesday night!" she practically yells at Emma.

Emma looked at her with wide eyes, not able to react straight away. When she finds her voice back she whispers: "Please, calm down, I just want to talk."

"I'm not in the mood to talk, Miss Swan. Drink or leave", was her only answer.

"Okay", Emma answered and took a sip from the tequila shot the barman placed in front of her. She could wait, that was not a problem. The fact that the brunette had told her that she wasn't in the mood to talk, was a big step. At all the other moments the blonde had tried to talk to her, she just told she was absolutely perfect with the stunning smile on her face. This was different, this Regina wasn't the Regina she always got to see.

They sat there for about three hours. In the beginning there where only awkward silences, but the more the two of them drank, they began to chat about the most stupid things you could think off. Regina told Emma about Henrys childhood: what his first words were, how proud she was when he finally learned to ride a bike. You could see it in her eyes, he was her everything. Her eyes darkened again when she told Emma about the time just before she arrived, that her son called her he Evil Queen over and over again, that he didn't want to hug her anymore and ran away from her. You would see in her eyes that it had hurt her.

"Tell me about you, Miss Swan", Regina continued. She had been talking about Henry the whole time, not even about herself. Emma didn't mind, because if it went on like this, she would maybe tell her something.

Emma sighed, she hadn't much to tell, actually. She wouldn't want to go very personal too, because even she was broken and she admitted it. She didn't really hide it anymore, and most of the time, she felt like she was alright now, but the pieces still existed.

"I guess you know the most of me already. I grew up in the foster system, had a few homes if you could call it like that where I didn't belong. I've been in prison, gave birth to Henry and for the rest of my entire live, I've always been alone", she said.

Regina nodded, she seemed to understand exactly what the blonde just had told in just two sentences. It was impossible for her to understand it exactly, but she understood the loneliness in it. She had been alone too for her entire live.

Although the brunette looked at the blonde like she wanted to hear more, she didn't ask anything else about her private life and ordered four other tequila shots. This evening they will forget about their problems and inner-conflicts.

It was about three in the morning when the two women walked out of the bar. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to take more shots even after they lost the count of how many they already had. Henry was at his grandparents' house, so they didn't have to worry about him.

They walked together to the mayors house, they laughed a lot, made a lot of noise and tried to shush each other because they knew they were too loud, but it hadn't much effect. Two seconds after each shush, they began to laugh again. Once they got to the brunettes mansion, it was a difficult task to get the key in the lock and open the door. Once that difficult task was completed, they entered the hall with much noise.

Emma looked at Regina who locked the door again and she just couldn't hold back her words.

"God, this whole evening I was thinking about how beautiful you are", she said with a sigh.

The brunette looked up and walked with a sway from her hips towards the blonde.

"You think so?" she asked while biting on her lower lip.

The blonde nodded fanatically while she stroke her thumb over Regina's jawline.

"Prove it."

The blonde didn't hesitate long before her lips brushed over the mayors. She could taste the tequila shots on her lips, she could smell the apple perfume, she could feel her own heartbeat in her throat. She waited so long for a moment like this. She wanted more. She wanted to glue that broken heart together, she wanted to fix that broken mind. She wanted to be there for her Queen, because she might have been Evil, but she isn't anymore. Emma doesn't believe that evil is born, it is made.

In no time, she stands in the bedroom of the brunette. Emma was quite confused at first but then saw a little bit of the purple smoke that was left from their transportation. She kissed the brunette softly again, cherished every moment she had with her. She wanted her to feel loved and when she pushed the brunette down on her own bed, she sensed the nervousness of the brunette. She looked at her with wide open eyes, her chest heaving fast.

"Hey, Regina, it's okay, don't worry, I won't hurt you", she said calmly while she stroke some hair out of her face, "It's okay, it's okay, …" she kept repeating while she took the brunette in her arms and lulled her.

Soft tears ran down the cheeks of the brunette while her breathing became slower and her eyes closed. She fell asleep. Emma tucked her in her bed after she removed the high heels of the brunette and pulled her tight skirt down so she could sleep in a bit more comfortable outfit. After she did all that, she crawled next to the beautiful woman in bed. Sleeping wouldn't be for anytime soon, she wondered why the brunette transported them to her bedroom and got that panic attack right after. She wondered if she had did something wrong, so wrong that she scared her. Did she go to quick? Did she hurt her in anyway? Maybe it's something from her past.. She really didn't know..