AN: Alright. I continued this after pretty much every review I got for it requested it… and because it came as a prompt to continue of on tumblr once more… So… I would like to reiterate that in this story the CURSE is NONEXISTANT. So… with that said, I do hope you enjoy:
It didn't take Emma long to find the crazy bitch that poisoned Henry… and it didn't take anything to realize that the crazy bitch was… literally bat shit crazy. Emma was staring at the woman in the jail cell from her office. She had called the hospital to make an actual diagnosis… and to take her away. She was starting to feel crazy… Can crazy rub off onto other people? If it could she had a serious possibility of contracting the crazy.
This woman was prattling on and on about nothing… and none of it made sense. As the doctor and Archie both came to conclude that, "Yup, she is bat shit crazy." The woman continued on as she was until they both stepped outside to make arrangements to both treat her and take her to the psych ward of the hospital.
It was after they walked outside that Emma felt a bit of a chill run down her spine. She noticed that the woman had stopped talking. She looked over to find her with her head between the bars, reaching out to her. "He's not my son!" She cried, "I don't know where he is!"
Emma swallowed hard as she crossed her arms and stared at her, "Excuse me?"
The woman lowered her voice somewhat, mainly to show a different tone. She kept staring deep into Emma's eyes, "You cannot leave him. Not when I am the evil queen!" She looked up and screamed, "I am the evil queen!" She looked back intently into Emma's scared eyes, "You understand?" She asked, "Alright… then let's go see our son."
Emma then stalked to the bars and reached for the woman's throat. She wasn't sure why, she assumed to strangle her if she had the chance, but the woman jumped into the cell and cowered from her, "WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT?" Emma screamed at her. It was literally bits and pieces of the conversation she had with Regina in the stairwell.
She only grinned, "I see it all." Then her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she sat there as if comatose.
Emma couldn't handle it; she didn't know what to do or where to go. After Crazy Bitch was taken away, she goes to the mansion.
Henry was, of course, asleep already, still exhausted from the near-death experience and the hospital.
Regina opened the door and stared at her. Emma scuffed the ground with her boot and shuffled, looking anywhere but at Regina. The brunette sighed as she felt common courtesy—and the odd want to keep Emma from drinking alone or in public and accidentally airing her..their dirty laundry to everyone—take over, "Cider or stronger?" She asked.
"Stronger." Emma said.
Regina let her inside and they went to the study. After Regina fixed them both a scotch neat. She settled on the coffee table to look at her if and when the blonde started to talk.
"I found her…" Emma grit her teeth.
"And..?"
"She is just… completely mad." Emma shrugged. "Have you ever heard about this woman before? Because I sure as hell haven't…" She was lost.
Regina thought back to where her original thought came from, but couldn't narrow down an actual original storyteller, "There is a bit of an urban legend, I guess you could say… There have been stories running back… or six or seven years about kids camping outside and a woman comes and scares them, but in the stories, she's never touched them… she's never given them anything… just scared them… Which is why it's been an urban legend… she's never been around when adults come…" She shrugged, "If I even thought for a second she were real I would have had you and Graham before you track her down…" She swallowed a long drink form her glass.
Emma nodded and closed her eyes. She started to stand up, but drank the rest of her glass down before she stood completely and walked to the cart. She poured herself a triple, downed it before getting another and walking back over.
They sat and said nothing for a while.
Finally, Emma asked how he is.
Regina looked at her, "He's as good as he can be." She spoke softly.
Emma nodded again and drank half of the scotch in her hand then looked at her once more, "Do you know who is real parents are?"
Regina shook her head, "I've started looking into it, just so I can know for my own benefit. I'll let you know if I find out."
Emma stared at the deep caramel colored liquid in her glass, "I want to find him."
Regina is not surprised by what she heard. She only needed to remind Emma of their conversation in the hospital stairwell, "You cannot leave Hen—"
"I KNOW!" Emma yelled at her. She caught herself and put her hand up in apology, "I just.. have to know… The most I would leave for is a week to see if he is really okay." She looked up for approval, but gets none.
Regina stood up and walked over to her. She took the drink from her hand, "You're pathetic. You know that?" Her voice was low as she walked over to the drink cart.
Emma's jaw tightened, "Why? Because I want to know who my son is?"
Regina spun on her heal as she slammed the glass into the cart. She screamed at the blonde, "YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO HE IS! HE!" She started as she stomped back over to Emma, "Is upstairs right now! He was just in the hospital because neither of is fucking parents could be bothered to be with him even though that's all they fucking fight about!" She collapsed on the couch, more so on the blonde as she finally let tears come. A few long minutes went by before she spoke again, "He loves you and you love him! I know you do… You were his mother two days ago! What the hell's changed? A fucking blood test? That's all it took? That's all it took for you to not call him your son anymore?" She looked up into Emma's eyes, "I would give my life to have him look at me like he does you… Your relationship is so…natural." She realized just how close they were and scrambled to the open side of the couch. She wiped her tears and gave a long sigh. She wanted to say more, but she didn't know what else she could say.
Emma finally turned and looked at her, "He's as much your son as he is mine." She spoke quietly.
"The difference is, you are the savior… and I am the mistress of all evil." The brunette swallowed hard and rested her head on Emma's shoulder.
Emma subconsciously wrapped her arm around the mayor, "Now, now… that's not true… You're just the Evil Queen… Maleficent is the mistress of all evil… You're getting your fairytales mixed up."
Regina laughed and empty laugh, "I would like to help you find him." She whispered after a few minutes, "But I need you to understand that you already have a son. I need you to want nothing more than to check on him because Henry…" She swallowed… she couldn't continue.
Emma pulled Regina in for a hug, "I know… I know… You told me that if I was in this I needed to plant roots when I first got here… I planted them… I'm staying…" Emma pulled away and looked intently into those half-glazed over eyes, "And I didn't just plant them for Henry." She didn't even know she said it.
Regina heard her, she had listened, but her brain would not let her process the look Emma was giving her. She let the alcohol and emotions take her to sleep and she fell once more into Emma's lap. Emma let her head drop for a moment before she decided to take the woman upstairs.
She got her to her bed. She had sense enough to remove her shoes before sleep started coming to her to… sleep and exhaustion from the day and just having carried the mayor clear across her mansion and upstairs. She moved to the other side of the bed and sat there to catch her breath. She knew that she shouldn't have sat down because the bed was as comfortable as it looked. She slumped all the way forward and tried to make her hands stop untying her boots, but she couldn't no matter how much she tried. Her body overpowered her inebriated mind and before she knew it her jeans' fly was open for extra comfort and she was crawling under the covers.
Regina, in her sleep moved over to the body and held on tightly, keeping her close. Emma couldn't even finish her sigh before she was asleep as well. The next morning was handled with as much grace as it could possibly be handled…
Regina woke up to an arm around her. She didn't realize it though until she was already mid-stretch. As this happened, Emma woke up. She shot out of the bed, "Oh my God!" She said with too much anxiety and peppiness two women with slight hangovers needed to deal with.
Regina looked at her as she did up her pants, "It's quite alr—"
"Nothing happened! I swear it Regina!" She shoved her feet in her boots and tried to tie them quickly, "I just brought you up here and put you to bed… then I just kind of fell asleep too… I swear!"
"Okay…" Regina knew that nothing happened… obviously, who did Emma think she was, anyways?
Emma stood back up after getting her boots on, grabbed her jacket and said, "I'm gonna go."
The brunette shook her head as showed the blonde to the door. And this was, of course, when Henry emerged. "Emma?" He asked as he rubbed his eye at the top of the stairs.
"Hey, kid." She smiled.
"You came here to check up on me?" He asked with a smile.
"Uh, yeah… that okay?" She looked at Regina's eyes as she asked the question.
"Of course!" He cried happily.
Regina moved to the side to let Emma back in and made her way to the kitchen to deal out his meds and make coffee and breakfast for the three of them. She didn't know why everything was so… okay with her. She didn't know why she was relaxed as she woke up next to the blonde or why she suddenly admitted that she found her cute. She just knew that she did.