Emma woke up with a start after a swift elbow to the gut. She groaned. She was used to sleeping alone. She was about to roll over and go back to sleep when she heard Regina let out a whimper.

"Regina," Emma whispered. "Regina, are you okay?"

No response. Emma pulled the chain to turn on the bedside lamp. Regina had tears streaming down her face and was trying to move in her sleep. She was breathing fast. Emma grabbed her arm and shook.

"Regina, wake up. It's not real. It's a dream."

Regina wouldn't wake up. Sometimes, Regina probably wouldn't wake up if there was a Heavy metal concert in the hall way. Anyone that needed her just had to wait.

"Regina," Emma whispered again. This time it was soft, soothing. Emma placed her hand on Regina's upper arm.

"It's going to be alright. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you."

Now, Emma didn't particularly like to sing. She wasn't bad at it, but she wasn't good at it either. But Regina mentioned that whenever Henry had a nightmare when he was little, singing to him seemed to help. So Emma racked her brain for something soothing. The harder she tried to think of something soothing to sing, the more her brain kept throwing her Eminem or ACDC.

So she gave up and quietly held a crying Regina in her arms. That was when a song finally came to her.

She tried to sing in tune, but it didn't come out right. It didn't matter, though. Regina was asleep.

'She probably can't hear me anyways.' Emma thought. But soon, the tear tracks on Regina's face had dried and Regina's breathing had slowed.