Part I

108 Mifflin Street rose with the sun. The youngest resident was the one that made that particular decision. Robyn, usually called Robbie, let the house know that it was time to get up with an insistent screaming cry. She was awake and wanted everyone to know.

Henry was staying with his other mother, but both her mother and aunt woke up. Zelena's room was closer to the nursery, but Regina was already halfway to it. Zelena stumbled out of her door and looked more asleep than awake.

Regina picked up the little girl, "Hello, Sweetheart''. She was wearing a yellow onesie that Henry had bought her. It declared she was waiting for her Hogwarts letter in bold black letters. Regina bounced the little redhead and smiled. She patted her diaper, her instincts still intact from her days with her son. Robbie loved her aunt and often showed it with sloppy kisses but today Regina dodged them. She wasn't feeling well and didn't want her favorite niece to catch whatever she had. "Let's go find your Mommy."

Robbie couldn't speak yet, but answered by grabbing a chunk of Regina's sweat-soaked dark hair and pulling.

"It looks like someone's in a good mood." She wished she could say the same. Regina Mills, former Evil Queen, was no stranger to nightmares and knew how to handle her demons. Last night's dream had been no nightmare. It had been an erotic dream. No, that was selling it short. It had been intense, incredible, a rush. It had been a multi-angled pornographic film, in 4K Ultra HD with super-bass surround sound. It had been a top-of-the-line subconscious smut show starring herself and Emma Swan. It was seared into her mind, unforgettable. She was still burning up, fever or passion, it was hard to tell. Regina shook her head vigorously. She was out-of-sorts, in a unconnected state. She was aching, wanting, needing. She needed-

She cut that thought off. She was not going there. "Auntie Regina" She told the baby, "is going crazy." She bounced Robbie again and the infant babbled and gurgled as if to agree.

"Ozma bless!" Her half-sister's favorite curse was the first thing she heard when she entered the hallway. Zelena was leaning against the wall, fanning herself. She smacked the digital thermostat. "This bloody thing is broken. It is hotter than the Deadly Desert in here."

Zelena's skin was flushed and sweaty and her blue eyes were bright. Zelena looked as sick as Regina felt. "Oh no." She sighed, "Mommy has whatever this is too."

Zelena whirled her head around, her teeth grit into a forced-sneer,"This is not a normal fever. What the fuck have you done to me?"

Usually she would have told Zelena to go straight to Hell, but they'd already been there. She reminded Zelena to watch her language, but she was hot, achy and her heart wasn't in it. She leaned against the wall and let herself sag. Her knees were weak and her thigh muscles were tight and sore. "What is this?" She was having problems focusing. She could still feel Emma's touch on her skin. She could hear her voice, smell her perfume and something more-something specifically and wonderfully Emma. "I don't know what this is. I'm trembling all over." She wasn't sure how to explain it without being vulgar.

"I haven't been this horny since I let Alton Zimley touch me behind the old grain silo when I was sixteen."

Leave it to Zelena to be blunt. Her sister never held back. It was something she admired most of the time. Right now it was grating on her last nerve.

"I don't know if this is magic but it isn't good." Robbie was starting to squirm and fuss in her arms. "Though I don't think the baby can catch this."

Zelena punched the buttons on the central air conditioning system. They both knew it was pointless, but Regina didn't say anything.

"I'm going to call Ashley." Her go-to-babysitter "and see if she can watch Little Bean." She walked across the short space between them and picked up her daughter. "She can't catch it, but neither of us can take care of her either."

Regina nodded and slid down the wall. She needed something, a touch, a kiss, a screaming orgasm. She had a feeling that her trusty and eclectic box of discreetly purchased lady's aids wouldn't help either.

"What the hell are you going to tell her? You can't watch your daughter because of crippling lust?"

Zelena narrowed her eyes, unamused, "No, but I swear if this doesn't stop soon I'll shag you." She winked and pursed her lips, "Wouldn't want Bean to see that."

Regina's eyebrows winged up, "We're sisters!"

Zelena headed downstairs, "Only half." Her snark was lazily thrown over her shoulder.

Regina wasn't sure which was worse: the overwhelming need that was scorching through her, the haunting dream of Emma, or the fact that she was considering taking Zelena up on her offer. It was all a boiling hot mess and none of it was good.

She went back to her room, then to her ensuite. She needed a very cold shower. Even the ice-cold water didn't dull her desire. Neither did her handheld massaging shower head. She was immediately hit with the fever again as soon as she turned off the shower. "Oh God, this can't
get any worse." She would just have to control herself. She was a queen, the least she could do was come up with some self-control. It was a simple mission, or as Henry would call it operation. Yes, Operation Queen-in-Heat.


Emma Swan was blissfully unconscious, spread out on her bed like a starfish. The morning sun rose up and shined through her window. It fell over her face in thin bars of dawn shades of yellow, orange and red. She twitched,mumbled and reached out, reaching for something. For a moment she hovered on the edge of awake, then she turned over and hid her face under the blanket. It was too early.

Five minutes later her phone rang. Duran Duran was Ruby's ring tone. "Screw you, Wolf Girl." She ignored the call, it was a quarter after dawn in the morning. Besides even if it wasn't, she'd been having a great dream. A nice sexy dream, Skinimax in her head. It hadn't been Killian, that was for damn sure.

Her phone went off again. Damn Ruby was being persistent. She ignored the call again. Fricking wolf had interrupted her hot dream. Emma could still taste her dream love's kisses and feel their dark silky hair between her fingers. Fucking gorgeous and completely untouchable dream queen.

Emma let the phone fall onto bed. She rubbed her hands over her eyes.
Great now she had to pee. She threw off her comfy quilt off of her and looked down.

Her mouth dropped opened and she screamed like she was running away from Jason Voorhees. It echoed through the house and she was pretty sure that glass shattered somewhere. There was a very not feminine bulge in her South Park boxers. "Oh holy fuck. No!"

She lifted the waist band and somehow managed not to scream again. She had-there was-it. Emma smacked herself on the face, hard. It had to be a dream. Like one of those dreams within a dream. She'd had sex, really great sex, in the one dream and now the weird freak-out part of the dream was this. Yeah, that was it. She was having some kind of wild voodoo magic sex dream. She couldn't remember who, but it had definitely been a woman. Her face was hazy but her scent. God, Emma could still smell her. It was heaven, like baking cake and orchids mixed with rich coffee and something else. She couldn't put a finger on it but it called to her.
Her-it-the thing in her boxers-twitched and started to get stiff. "Oh my God" She could not handle this.

"Ma?''

She'd woke Henry up. His footsteps were getting closer. Henry! He couldn't see her like-like-this. She grabbed a pillow and covered her lap
them pulled the blanket back up for good measure.

"Ma?'' Henry pushed open her door. He, too was only dressed in boxers and a tee-shirt. He also had a hockey stick in his hands. Like that would help with Storybrooke's magical shenanigans. "I heard screams."

Her own not-so-little-anymore knight in shining armor, well cotton.

She pushed her fingers through her hair. "Sorry Kid, nightmares." They both had way more than their fair share of bad dreams. Well that was true, she hadn't woken up yet. It couldn't be real. Because she, Emma Swan, a female, had a penis and what felt like balls. Sweet Baby Jesus , she had man bits and she did not at all approve. How the hell was she supposed to explain that to her son (who she very clearly remembered pushing out of her vagina)?

Henry leaned his stick against the wall. "You okay?''

She forced a smile, "Yeah, Kid. I've half-forgotten already."

He didn't look very convinced, but nodded, "Well we're already up, might as well go to Granny's for breakfast."

Uh, what was she supposed to do? Act normal, she had to act completely normal. This was a regular, not-penis-having-morning. She couldn't let him know anything was wrong. "Yeah kid, sure. Go get dressed and we'll go."

Okay, step one was to get through a simple meal, she could do that. Then she would get Henry to school and then she could figure out what the hell
was going on. Regina could fix it, right?

Regina. Emma closed her eyes and felt little shocks skip across her skin. She would like to show Regina exactly what was going on. Maybe get some hands-on-help from the gorgeous brunette. Emma's eyes flew open. There were two things going on here. One, she was having some definite beyond PG-13 thoughts about her son's other mother. Two, those thoughts had given her a full on erection. God, how was she going to talk to Regina?

The woman was sex personified and it was way hard to hide a freaking hard on. She had ruined several pairs of panties just thinking about her. What was she going to do? Hard nipples were nothing compared to her brand new Little (not at all little!) Emma.

"Oh God I can't believe I named it.''

She shoved her face in her pillow and screamed one last time. She hated magic.

She found a pair of very baggy khaki cargo pants from her bounty hunting days shoved in a box at the bottom of her closet. They made of were tough, thick material and had actual pockets. Best of all, they were men's. She'd picked them up at an Army-Navy surplus store years ago. They weren't usually the most comfortable thing in the world to wear, but her new addition actually fit in them. Honestly, at this point Emma was glad she didn't have to duct-tape herself down. She pulled on a tee shirt and prayed that whatever had happened would un-happen fast.

The short-walk to Granny's was weird. She didn't know how to walk with a dick swinging between her thighs. Okay,not swinging exactly, but it was friggin' weird. Weird for her, at least. She had always felt comfortable in her own skin. She'd never questioned her gender. She'd gone through a weird questioning phase with her sexuality but it wasn't the same. She now had a stark and scary understanding of how people who transitioned must feel. Being trapped with the wrong genitals and trying to hide it was terrible. It had only been an hour or so for her, she could not imagine a lifetime.

She gingerly sat down in a booth and hoped that no one could tell. One of the waitresses came over and Henry grinned and requested their usuals. Now Emma was a happy, healthy, red-blooded American bisexual women. She had never been immune to the charms of the diner's waitresses uniforms. Right now, though, that appreciation was causing an uncomfortable stiffness in her pants. This was, literally, the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her, and she'd been in jail.

"Um no sausage! Bacon! I want bacon!" Her voice cracked in the middle of the shouted sentence. The waitress and Henry stared at her like she'd lost her mind. Maybe she had.

"I-uh" She felt like everyone in the universe was staring at her. They didn't understand. They wouldn't understand. Only she would understand, her dream woman. Emma wasn't sure how or why, but she knew that she would understand. Emma stood up so fast that she made Henry jerk in surprise.
"Gotta go to the bathroom-I mean the Lady's Room. Yeah." She retreated to the bathroom and hoped that no one noticed her.

She splashed cold water on her face and held her wrists under the faucet. It was an old foster kid trick to help her calm down. "You can do this. You've been the Savior and the Dark One and you've been to the Enchanted Forest, prison and even Arkansas. You can do this."

Yeah sure it would be a walk in the park. She would run to Regina's and she would fix it. Oh Regina would fix it all night long. She would reach down Emma's cargoes and…

She shuddered in a very good way. Oh man, she was hard as a rock again. She closed her eyes but that didn't help.

It was a greatest hits slideshow of the sexy side of Regina Mills:

The Evil Queen in black leather and jewels. She was a dark beauty, a frightening but seductive sorceress. Everything played together into a sinful portrait of perfection. It was the way her dark hair was styled in an elaborate updo. It was her over-the-top makeup and delicious on display cleavage-evil cleavage. She was a breathtaking devil who demanded worship.

Sexy Madam Mayor in her skin tight pencil skirt and two-teasing-shirt-buttons open. She was always flawless, perfectly presented, and untouchable. She sat behind her desk, like her office chair was a throne, and controlled their whole little world. She ruled, was good at it, and knew it. Her smirk was deadly and her withering sarcasm cut grown men off at the knees. She was the HBIC and everyone knew it.

Regina, friend and mother, always fighting for those she loved. She was the real savior, always throwing herself into battle with no concern for herself. She was brutal but loyal to a fault. She would walk over broken glass and swallow poison if she thought it would somehow keep their son safe. Their son, she'd raised their child with love and kindness, whether he had originally realized it or not. She was the mother that Emma had wanted for him.

Images of her flashed through her mind on an endless reel. Regina pursing her bright red lips. Regina throwing fireballs. Regina using her magic to stop the trigger. Regina reading comics with Henry. Regina making potions. Regina making breakfast. Regina sliding out of her blazer and unbuttoning her crisp white dress shirt, slowly. Regina peeling stockings of of her perfect legs. Regina on her knees, looking up through her lashes. Regina pulling down her fly down with her teeth. Regina pressing a bright-red kiss against her white boxer briefs. Regina peeling back the elastic and-

"Shit!"

She was so hard it was starting to hurt. She was swollen and needed well, she knew what she needed but. Oh cripes, she mentally apologized to Neal, blue balls were apparently real. It was real and it hurt. She needed. She needed Regina. She wanted to poof over to the mansion, grab her Regina and-

"Emma!''

The bathroom door flew open and Ruby stormed in. She slammed the door behind her then flicked the lock.

"What the hell?!" The usually calm and friendly brunette looked like she was about to jump out of her skin. "Why didn't you answer your phone?" She pushed her slender fingers through her long hair. Her hands were shaking.

"Uh" Emma tried to think but every ounce of blood was way south of
her brain.

"Rubes." She tried to figure out what to say. "I'm kind of, I mean, I've got a situation going on."

The brunette did not look impressed.

"Well so do I." She leaned closer, "I've got a big situation in my pants."

Emma's eyes darted down. Ruby was wearing loose athletic mesh shorts, but it was easy to see the tell-tale bulge. Whatever crazy magic had whammied her had got Ruby too. For some reason, that made her feel better about everything. "You too?!"

Ruby's jaw dropped, "Oh thank God! I thought I was going through some fucked up wolf-late-puberty-thing."

Emma scrubbed her face with her hands, "I woke up with this thing."

Ruby nodded, "Same." She looked about as excited about it as Emma felt.

"I'm gonna head over to Mifflin and hopefully Regina can fix uh" She waved her hand over her affected area "-it."

"Regina!" Ruby's voice turned to a squeak.

Anger. No, fury rushed through her. It lit a forest fire in her chest and turned her blood into crackling electricity. She moved without thought; reacted on instinct alone. Emma slammed her forearm against Ruby's throat and shoved and held her against the wooden door.

Mine! A very loud and powerful voice in her head roared. It was her own voice but warped, like it was echoing in a cave. Since she had a bad history with voices in her head, she knew she shouldn't listen. Thanks so much, Dark One. This time, though, the voice seemed right. The feeling was natural to her, like breathing and walking. It sprang from in some less-than clear feelings about Regina that she'd been ignoring for a while. Now it had twisted into a satisfying fury that blotted out everything else.

"Don't you go near her. Don't you fucking touch my Regina." She pressed her arm tighter against Ruby's neck and could feel her struggling to breath. "I have fucking had it with undeserving assholes putting their nasty paws on My Queen." She was seeing red, adrenaline and magic was coursing through her. She was going to rip Ruby's brand new appendage off her body if she even thought about touching Regina.

Ruby fought back, a sharp knee hit Emma in the solar-plexus and she doubled over.

"Fuck you, Swan." She pushed her down hard and Emma's ass hit the cold tile floor. "I would have nailed you in the balls, but I've got a little mercy now that I actually have them." The cords in Ruby's neck had popped out in sharp relief and her usually green eyes had turned full moon gold. "I don't want Regina!" She growled, "I don't want her." Ruby stared down at Emma, "What you do with the Queen is your business.

Emma took some breaths. Ruby was under the same magic, and was dealing with the same irrational anger. "Rubes." She held up both hands, "I'm sorry I-" As quickly as the rage had come, it was gone. Now Emma wanted to get to Regina and press herself against her, breathe her in and feel safe.

Ruby blinked. "Oh. Oh shit." Ruby shook her head to clear it. Then she shook out her limbs one by one, regaining control. "I'm sorry, Ems." She held out her hand and helped Emma stand up again. "I went ballistic there for a minute."

Emma got to her feet and nodded. "Yeah, me too. I can't believe we threw down like frat boys. We could have torn each other apart."

Emma leaned against the wall and thumped her forehead against it. The dull pain helped ground her in the moment. Where had that come from? The rush of anger, the violence and the possessiveness? None of that was her. Emma thumped her head again. Her Regina? Regina did not belong
to anyone, least of all her. Furthermore Emma wasn't a caveman. She didn't treat women like prizes or commodities. Regina was a lady and-

Regina wrapped around her, clinging to her shoulders. Her smooth tan legs wrapped around her waist. Emma could all but taste Regina's soft, sweaty skin. On her lips, her tongue, in between her teeth: biting, sucking, marking her. Emma wanted to mark Regina so everyone would see and know and-

And she was hard, again.

"Ems." Ruby hissed, "If that is what happens when you think about her, I don't think going over there is a good idea."

It was a great idea, a fantastic idea, the only idea that kept echoing over and over in her skull. "Yeah" She pounded her head against the wall a little harder. She was not actually sure she would be able to handle seeing Regina. The woman she was obsessing over. The woman she was now damn sure was the actual woman from her dreams. Her Regina.

"You stay away from her too." Her words cut off into a growl, an actual growl. She was growling at Ruby.

Ruby sighed and sagged against the sink. "I told you. I don't want your Madam Mayor, and trust me I am staying way away from that house."

Wait. Logic finally rebooted in Emma's brain. She didn't want Regina, but she was still going to stay away from the manor? It was like there was something there that worried her. Like something in her pants over-riding her brain. If not Regina, though-

"Holy shit!'' She couldn't help it, she laughed so hard she snorted and twisted around to stare at Ruby. "You've got a literal hard on for Zelena?"

It was a tiny ray a light in a shit storm of a day. Emma laughed and slid down the wall. She laughed so hard that she forgot about her own problems for a second. "You're into the Wicked Witch!" She was pretty sure her laughter was borderline hysterical now, but it still felt great to laugh.

"Shut up! Do you want people to hear you talking about penises and the two biggest baddest witches in town?!" Ruby was turning redder than her fairy tale cape "And you're one to talk, Evil Queen Lover."

The tension hew, weirdy, eased off. They were both calmer. Especially now that Emma knew that she didn't have to compete for her queen's affection.

Damm it!

Emma had to put a stop to the possessive cave man crap. She hated when Hook pulled that misogynistic bullshit. She wasn't going to demean Regina that way.

Oh. Oh Shit. That was the realization that she'd been avoiding for months. All she'd thought about was her Regina. Not him. Not even for a minute. He was an afterthought, and a distant one at that. He was an obligation, a chore. Regina was-

Regina Mills was a joy. She was her friend, her partner, her teacher and mother to her son. She was smart, funny, brave, confident, and wildly beautiful. Emma had, and would again, give anything (everything) for her. Regina would do the same, without hesitation. Regina threw herself into the line of danger with no thought of her own safety. Her eyes were always locked on Henry and Emma. The Evil Queen had long ago out-heroed the so-called good guys. She wasn't good or evil. Regina was beyond both definitions, she was a beautiful mercurial gray, like Emma.

"Oh. Ok. I.'' She felt like she'd answered the unanswerable riddle. Like she'd discovered warp speed or the quadrupole stuffed Oreo. "I love Regina."

Ruby chuckled, "No shit, Sherlock. Everyone knows that. You two are so far in denial about each other you can see the pyramids."

"Do you?''

Rudy blinked. "Do I what?"

Emma rolled her eyes, and she was the one in denial. "Do you love Zelena?''

Ruby opened her mouth then shut it, then sighed. "Maybe? I've spent a lot of time with her since she had her kidlet. She's different when you get past her bravado and wickedness. She's sweet and gentle with Robbie. She's got a way about her. It's simple and natural, it is hard to explain." She closed her eyes and a huge smile spread across her face.

Based on Emma's experience she knew that Ruby was seeing some very not safe for work images behind her eyelids. She didn't want to look, but Ruby's pants situation was becoming very very visible.

"Think of something else: baseball, taxes, Marco naked."

Ruby's face screwed up in horror. "Ew Emma!"

She didn't growl or attack, so she was doing better than Emma was.

"Welcome back."

Ruby let out a long shaky breath and turned on the tap. She splashed water over her face, "So you get 'em too? The pornos in your head? Did you have a dream this morning?"

Emma planted her elbows on her knees and made sure to spread her legs enough to leave room for her stuff to be there. She ran her fingers through her already messy hair. "Yeah. But what' are we supposed to do? Let's walk up to the two most powerful women in town and tell them." She threw her hands up, "Hi we woke up with=" She lowered her voice and hissed the last word "-dicks!" She glared at Ruby, "And if we don't do the mattress rhumba with them will die?" She sighed, "Oh and also we're in love with the two of you."

Every ounce of color drained from Ruby's face. Her green eyes went wide and she pulled into herself, She wrapped one long, lanky arm around the other. All signs of the wolf were long gone. "We can't let them know. Zelena isn't, well, she isn't looking for a uh." She struggled to put her thoughts into words. "A-uh-girlfriend. I don't even know if she likes girls. It's not like it has ever come up in conversation. Hey how are you, how's the baby, how do you label yourself sexually speaking?"

Her voice cracked, "Not to mention the whole werewolf thing. It isn't a very appealing package, Emma. We need a Plan B." She stared at herself in the mirror. Emma could see the stress written on Ruby's face. She looked scared. "So Plan B? Gold?''

Emma shook her head. She'd gotten way too up close and personal with Rumplestiltskin already and did not trust him. Not even a little bit.
"No way I want him to sling magic at us. He'll turn us into pumpkins, or worse, make these permanent."

Ruby shuddered and shook her head. She looked desperate. "Mother Superior?''

Emma jerked her head up, "I am not going to go tell a nun that me and my new dick are having sexy thoughts about Regina. No
way. Not happening. No."

"So it's up to us." Ruby sighed. "Our own secret mission" She stared down at her own bulge for a moment. "Operation Cockblock."

Emma had to laugh. If she didn't she would cry, "Yeah."

"Hey!'' A loud banging interrupted them. "What's the hold up?! There's a freaking mile-long line out here!"

Ruby held out a hand and pulled Emma to her feet one more time. "Operation Cock Block is a go.''

They holed themselves up at the Inn. Emma sent Henry to school and asked David to cover the station. She needed a few hours to get back to being herself and she was not going to tell her dad and son what was happening. That would be the weirdest thing ever, and in Storybrooke that was saying something. No, she had to fix this herself.

She and Ruby had tried everything they could think of: exercise, cold showers, meditation, masturbation (separate rooms!) and Emma had even tried watching Fox News but nothing worked. In fact as the day went along, it got worse. It was harder and harder to stay focused.

Emma wanted to tear her clothes off, poof to Regina and lick every inch of her honey-toned skin. She wanted her woman in her arms. She wanted her
on her lap. She wanted her under her, beside her, on top of her, pressed up against the glass shower door. She wanted to taste her. More than anything, Emma wanted to be inside of her. For someone who didn't even want a damn penis she had a mighty need to use it.

She'd had Regina on her mind all afternoon. When she'd been right on the edge of release, she'd had her name on the tip of her tongue.

She wanted, no needed, her Regina. It wasn't a joke anymore, she felt like if they weren't together soon, she might die. Emma was painfully hard and her balls were tight and all she could think of was Regina.

Regina in the painted-on gray dress from the night they'd met. Regina peeling off her dark stockings one by one. Regina unzipping the dress to reveal pearl gray lingerie. Regina sauntering towards her, dark eyes locked on Emma, like they were the only two people in the world. Regina straddling her lap in only the lingerie. Regina giving her a lap dance, silk-covered breasts right in her face. She had her hands on her perfect ass, pulling her closer and-

Emma groaned and punched the pillows on the bed. She was still alone and
she needed a fourth cold shower.

It was every cheesy Harlequin Romance cliche all at once. She was so damn horny, she was shaking. She was a hot mess and she needed Regina to sort her out.

She jerked when her phone rang, The Spice Girls, which meant Snow. She had to answer it, or her darling mother would come looking for her. No thank you.

"Yeah?" She hoped her voice sounded calm, cool and not in the middle of a sexual crisis.

"Emma" Snow's shrill voice pierced her skull like an ice-pick. She was the last person on the planet Emma wanted to talk to right now.

"Where are you? Henry is here and Regina isn't answering her phone. I've already got my hands full with Neal and Robbie and Henry said
there's a force field around the Manor."

Maybe Snow was talking fast. Maybe her brain was processing slow. Either way, Snow wasn't making any sense.

"What? Why do you have Robbie?"

"That" Snow exclaimed, "is what I'm telling you. Ashley dropped her off here. Neither Regina nor Zelena are answering their phones and there is a magical forcefield…"

Adrenaline poured into Emma's system like before. Only this time instead of attacking, she needed to defend. Something was wrong. Something was wrong and Regina was in danger. She had to go to her. Protect her. Defend her.

"Keep the kids with you." She forced the words through her grit teeth. "Ruby and I are going over there."

Snow was saying something, but it wasn't important. Emma dropped the phone on the floor without another thought. She left the room she'd commandeered and went to Ruby's door. She banged on it, impatient. If Ruby didn't answer in the next twenty seconds, she would go without her.

"What?!"

Ruby wrenched her door open. She wore only a black sports bra and her shorts. She was panting and looked like she was ready to kill.

"Something is wrong. Snow has the kids. Forcefield around the house. Something is wrong with our-"

Women? Mates? Loves?

"With an Regina and Zelena."

Ruby's face changed. Her eyes flashed gold and she was intense, more serious than Emma had ever seen her. Sometimes it was easy to forget that Ruby was a wolf, but now that was exactly what she looked like. "We-" Her jaw was so tight that cords were popping in her neck, "-gotta go."

Emma felt the same way. She grabbed Ruby's bicep, summoned her magic and they were gone in a swirl of smoke. Forcefield or not they were at 108's door and nothing was going to keep her from Regina. If someone tried to stop her, she'd destroy them. She kicked in the door with three hard blows, adrenaline helping her be strong.

She and Ruby were inside when the scent hit Emma. The scent from the dream. It as here, heavy and heady. It was Regina. Emma knew it, knew her mate's scent. It called to her.

"Regina!"

She darted up the stairs, focused on one thing and one thing alone: her queen.

Next: The Wolf and the Witch