This story is just a bit of fun and silliness and a bit different from anything else I have written, so I hope it will be enjoyed. There is talk of mental illness, but not in a serious way. I'm not poking fun or making light of mental illness in anyway and I hope it comes across the way I have intended it to.

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Regina could barely concentrate on her work. She knew exactly what she had to do as Mayor, it was automatically ingrained in her, that was all part of the curse. When it transported them to this land they all knew their place and what they had to do, as if it was the only life they had ever had. That's why she couldn't concentrate, she had no recollection of the blonde oaf or the handsome young man that was apparently her son. She wasn't like the denizens that were brought over, she was the damn Queen! She was awake and she should know who everyone is. The other thing that she couldn't seem to get her head around was the fact that her supposed roommate had called her 'your majesty.' Did that mean the blonde remembered her? If so, why did she try to get intimate with her? She should know better than to try and take from the Queen. She was the one that took what she wanted from everyone else! She couldn't take it anymore, she had to go speak to the devilish imp and find out what the hell was going on.

"I'm out for the rest of the day. Cancel all of my meetings!" She commanded her assistant as she walked past the timid woman, her heels clacking on the marble floor of the government building as she left. She was a woman on a mission. This was her happy ending and she needed answers.

"You," she all but growls as she steps into his store, sending the little bell into frantic ringing before she slams it closed behind her. "What have you done?"

"Hello, Regina. I'm afraid you are going to have to be a little more specific." They weren't exactly friends but over the years they had developed a mutual respect for each other and so they didn't tend to have run-ins anymore.

"You know what you've done," she says angrily as she slams her hands down on the counter. He looks at her like he really doesn't know what she's talking about. "You don't know?" She asks a little calmer. The look on his face seemed genuine.

"I'm afraid not, but if you would care to elaborate..." He gestures with his hand.

"The woman in my house... the blonde." Shit, what was her name? She was sure she had told her it this morning but her mind was a little distracted by the fact she had been accosted on her own bed.

"Emma, you mean?"

"Yes, that one!" Ah jackpot... that was it, Emma.

"You mean your wife?" Something had obviously happened to Regina, but what? Storybrooke had become a peaceful town and not much happened anymore. They hadn't been plagued by monsters or villains for a few years. There was no reason for the Mayor to be acting like this.

"She is not my wife!" She furiously shouts. "I don't even remember her," she says more quietly to herself.

He looks at her in thought for a moment and then it hits him. This had to be the work of Zelena, that woman was trouble personified. He knew of the little prank war going on between her and the Sheriff. Everyone knew about it since the small business cards offering the redheads 'services' had begun appearing around town. He didn't want to get involved with any of this, his days of villainy were well and truly over. Now he was a simple antique dealer with a wife and son and that's how he liked it. He had to play stupid so he could be left in peace.

"No, of course she isn't. It's simply what she is referred to because of her desire for you. It's well known."

That seems to appease the brunette who slumps a little, her anger and frustration fizzling out just a little bit. Gold seemed to be asleep. If he was awake he would surely gloat over her misery. That didn't help her though. This curse was meant to give her a happy ending but how could it when she didn't even know the two people she apparently shares her home with. She didn't like not knowing. Not knowing meant a lack of control. With a sigh she leaves the store without saying anything else.

She walks aimlessly down main street, not sure what to do. If this was the result of the curse she cast then maybe there was a reason for the blonde to be there. She was happy that she had a son. She smiled when she thought of the young man. That part worked out well for her. It would have been nice if he was a baby but she thought it was the best seen as she didn't really have any experience with young children. She quickly made up her mind to go back to her mansion and search for clues there. Maybe something there would enlighten her to the previous life of her roommate. It was only early afternoon so her son, the thought of him caused a flutter in her heart, should still be in school. This Emma person, the thought of her caused a coiling in her lower stomach, should be in work. She had seen them pulling away in the cruiser that morning so she supposed Emma had to be the town Sheriff and would be busy at work, so she should have the house to herself.

The first thing she does when she enters the mansion is swiftly walk up the stairs to look for her roommates room, that should hold some clues. She opens the first door that is further down the hallway after her own room, and that sweet flutter is back in her heart. This was obviously her sons room. She stood in the doorway, a soft smile pulling at her lips. It was exactly what one expect of a young man's room. There was a bookshelf filled to the brim with a variety of genres, a laptop was laying closed upon the desk, and various other paraphernalia was laying around. She wanted to explore the room and learn everything she could about him from the clues in his room. Instead she walks out, closing the door behind her. She would never violate her sons trust or privacy.

The blonde oaf though? She had no qualms about violating her trust or privacy. There was one door left, right at the end of the hallway. She would get her answers in there. Her heart sank when she opened the door to see an immaculate looking room with no personal touches to it at all. She steps further into the room as if that extra few inches would all of a sudden bring some magical answers her way. Scrunching her eyebrows she decides to look a little closer. There is nothing in the drawer of the nightstand, there's not even anything in the wardrobe. This was the only other room that could be the blondes.

She scratches her head as she heads to her own room, no closer to getting any answers. She sits on the edge on her bed and rubs her face in frustration. This was her curse, there shouldn't have been any surprises. Even if the surprise did have strong, muscular arms that could lift her up like she weighed nothing. She balls her hands into fists and slams them down on the bed on either side of her. She didn't want to think like that about the woman.

"What the..." she whispers as she reaches for the framed picture on her nightstand. Staring back at her are three smiling faces; her own, her sons, and the oaf. They all look so happy, they look like a family.

Instead of things becoming clearer they were getting more confusing. She needed some answers and she needed them now. She rushes over to the built-in wardrobe and flings the door open, not the side she had opened earlier that morning that contained her clothes, but the other side. What she finds inside makes her gasp. The clothes are definitely not hers, she had a thing for leather in the Enchanted Forest but she wouldn't be caught dead in these atrocities . Her heart beats faster, these looked like they would fit the blonde.

Like a mad woman she starts opening drawers, not sure what she's looking for, maybe just something that would confirm why she appeared to be sharing a wardrobe with the other woman. The biggest surprise comes when she opens the trunk under the bed. Well shit. She's had similar items kept in a special chest in her chambers in the castle but that was because she would make sure she had a different bedfellow each night. She couldn't figure out why she would need them in this land, maybe her lovers from the Enchanted Forest would continue to be her lovers here.

The sound of the door opening and slamming closed downstairs pulls her out of her frantic hunt for clues. "Shit," she curses before scampering out of the room and making sure the door is firmly closed behind her.

"MOM," Henry shouts from the foyer as he drops his backpack on the floor.

"Hello, dear," she greets from the top of the stairs, trying to keep her voice level.

"Are you feeling any better?"

She smiles at the fact thay he genuinely cares for her. It's been so long since anyone has cared for her. "I am. I'm just a little tired."

"I'm glad you are feeling better. I'm going to the mall with Nick. Can I have some money to grab something to eat there, please?"

"Of course, darling. My purse is in my bag." She wanted to talk to him and get to know him but right now she needed the space to figure things out so she allowed his request.

"Thanks, mom!" He replies cheerfully before going into her purse and grabbing a couple of notes. "See you later!" He shouts before turning on his heels and running out of the door.

She felt deflated after he left. She had no one to talk to and try to get answers from. Trying to contact the oaf was out of the question because she had obviously lied to her this morning. With a sigh she makes her way to the kitchen for an extra-large glass of her famous apple cider. Two gulps in and the doorbell rings. "What I wouldn't give for a good public flaying right now," she mutters to herself as she walks to the front door.

A tall redhead with bright blue eyes and a spine-chilling grin that wouldn't be out of place in a mental institute is standing on the other side of the door when she opens it.

"Hello?" She says in her authoritative Mayoral tone. It took her a moment but then she remembered her... she is Dr Green and she works in the psyche ward of the hospital. That explains the smile.

"Oh, hello," Zelena greets with as much innocence as she can muster, which wasn't very much.

When she cast the spell to remove Regina's two loves from her memory she also removed herself but she gave herself a new identity as a clinical psychologist. It was all part of her backup plan in case Emma stubbornly refused to give her driving lessons. Seen as that was exactly what her sister-in-law had done she decided to put her backup plan into action. "I've come for the check-up appointment for the outpatient. I must say it was very kind of you to take her into your home as she readjusts back into society. Like I told you before, it will be the quickest and most effective way for her to become a stable and effective member of society."

Now things were starting to make sense to Regina. The oaf was crazy! That explains her behaviour that morning, and why she doesn't remember her from the Enchanted Forest, she would never have spent time or associate with someone that belonged in a mental institute. She couldn't recall having agreed to this appointment with Dr Green but people forget things all the time, that was quite normal. Yes, yes... this was good. She could get the psychologist to fill in the blanks in her mind and then she would be back in control.

"Please, come in," she offers with a Cheshire cat smile as she steps back to make room for the Doctor.

As they walked into the kitchen she makes a beeline for the almost empty glass of cider and puts it in the sink, making sure to use her body to block the Doctors view. It wouldn't do for the woman to catch her day drinking. "Tea?" she offers her guest as she turns back from the sink.

"Ooh, lovely. Thank you."

She sets about making the hot beverage as Zelena sits at the dining table and begins pulling out official looking papers from her bag. "I thought we could just go over the rules I asked you to make sure Emma sticks to and we can see how they are helping her. Does that sound good to you?"

"Yes, sounds good." Rules sounded wonderful, that would help her to be able to control the oaf. No… Emma, she reminded herself. Emma was obviously mentally ill so it seemed cruel to keep referring to her as 'the blonde' or 'the oaf,' even if she had only been doing that in her own head.

"Thank you," Zelena praises for the cup of tea placed in front of her. "Okay… does Emma still believe you are her wife and that Henry is her son?"

Regina thinks back to this morning, Emma had definitely thought they were together but she did seem to change her mind about it after the knee to her groin and she did take Henry to school so she obviously behaved like a parent towards him. "It comes and goes," she answers vaguely.

"Hmm okay, well it's still early days. Remember that I told you it is important you draw very clear boundaries when it comes to the relationship she believes she has with you. It's okay to let Henry keep treating her as his mom for now. It's more important that we focus on her obsession with you." Zelena hadn't been stupid enough to mess with Henry's memories by including him in this spell. She knew she would have to eventually put everything back to normal and when she does Regina would not forgive her for messing with her darling boy. He was out of bounds.

Regina didn't remember anything of the sort but all her other memories seemed to be intact so she wasn't going to worry too much about that. "Yes, of course," she easily lies.

"Excellent. So just make sure that Emma stays in the spare bedroom. I'm sure at this early stage in her rehabilitation she will try to stay with you at night but she needs to know that is not okay. These boundaries will soon tear through her fixation with you and after that we can continue with the plan to work on dealing with her multiple personalities." Zelena looks down at the paperwork she had magically created in her bag with a flick of her wrist when she walked up the path to the mansion, she wasn't sure she would be able to hold back her laughter if she saw the look on her sisters face at being told Emma had multiple personalities.

Regina clears her throat, she hadn't been expecting that. "Urm… sure."

"Oh, I almost forgot… I have brought her new medication with me." She digs around in her bag for the bottle of laxatives that she had conjured up at the same time as the fake paperwork. She had of course made sure the label on the bottle looked professional so that no one would know they were laxatives. "She will need to take two tablets every fours hours," that was over twice the recommended dose but that just made it even more hilarious for the redhead, "and don't let her do it herself. She always tries to get out of taking her tablets but remember what that lead to last time?" Zelena muses with a shake of her head.

She wanted to scream at the chatty woman that she didn't remember a single thing but of course she couldn't do that. She was the Mayor and apparent guardian of the fruit loop, no, not fruit loop… Emma, she reminds herself to be kind to the troubled woman.

"So make sure you administer the tablets and stay with her as she takes them. Don't forget to check her mouth in case she tries to cheek them."

A simple nod is all the confirmation she gets from her sister who is looking paler by the second.

"Oh and with these new tablets you will have to watch what she eats. Sugars and fats can interfere with their potency as they get digested so you will have to put her on a strict diet. She can only eat the foods on this sheet," she says as she passes her a piece of paper with basically just fruits and vegetables on. Emma was going to hate this she thinks to herself in complete delight. "And definitely no alcohol, okay?"

"Yes, I will make sure she takes her tablets, eats healthy and no drinking," Regina confirms back to her.

"Excellent! And don't worry, they won't impair her driving so we can continue to let her drive around in the cruiser and play Sheriff. The need to feel important is imperative in her recovery."

She had planned all this after Emma's prank but even she was impressed with herself at how she was pulling some of this nonsense form the air.

"Has there been any odd behaviour that has concerned you, that you wish to talk about?"

"This morning she tried to… urm… be intimate with me and I barged my knee into her…" she gestures towards her crotch, "after that she seemed to change and behave a little more normally. Why is that?"

"Ahhh yes, in cases such as this, a short, sharp, shock to the body has been found to be beneficial to the patients. It jerks them from their fantasy land and snaps them back into reality. So don't be afraid to do it if you feel the need. Perhaps even a slap to the face will bring her back to normality if need be." Oh god she was enjoying this! This was the best plan she had ever come up with she decides.

"Right, I will keep that in mind," Regina agrees. This all seemed very odd but she didn't know the ways of this land and she needed to keep up pretences, so she will to as the Doctor suggests.

"I should be on my way. I have other patients to see. You know where to find me if you have any issues." She was conscious of the time and that the blonde would be home soon. She didn't want to stick around and get caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Regina sees her out of the house and she leans back against the door when she's closed it. Things made more sense than this morning but she couldn't understand why she would have agreed to take care Emma in the first place.