A/N: Hi Swan Queen shippers! Im so sorry that this update took forever, had been giving me trouble Dx But here it is, chapter 2 of Will She Ever Come Back?Are you excited? I hope you are! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter because it lets you see a bit into how Regina thinks, not just about Emma but about her life in general. I hope to begin work on chapter 3 soon but in the mean time please enjoy chapter 2! Please review! Once again I do NOT own Once Upon a Time, as much as I wish I did!
Chapter 2
Regina sat on her front porch looking down into her cup of coffee, the mug keeping her hands warm as the cool breeze bit at her face. She stared into the still liquid as her mind began to wander, memories she wished were never true bubbling to the surface like blood rushing to an open wound. Crashing. Screaming. Crying.
"You are so paranoid Emma!" Regina screamed, slamming her hands on the kitchen counter with her back to Emma. They were having another fight, one that had started over something simple but had blown into a full on screaming match.
"No Regina I'm not! You're at work far more than you should be, you never bother to even try to talk to me anymore and you haven't even tried to touch me in nearly four months! What am I supposed to think?" she shouted slamming her glass mug on the counter that had been filled with hot chocolate.
"For God's sake Emma I'm not cheating on you! I have a job that comes before your damn ego!" she shouted not bothering to turn around to yell at her. "And excuse me for not wanting to have sex with someone who is always accusing me of cheating!" she shouted. She knew Emma had to be doing something since she had responded to her and she all of the sudden heard a crash and covered her face. Emma had taken her mug full of hot chocolate and thrown it at the wall barely even a foot from Regina's head.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Regina screamed turning around to Emma. "Are you trying to kill me?" she screamed. Emma just stood there emotionless as if she didn't care that she could have almost killed Regina. "Well, explain yourself Ms. Swan!" she shouted. Emma stiffened at being set back to just Ms. Swan.
"Wow" she said like she was disappointed as she grabbed her keys and walked out the front door, slamming it. Regina bent down to clean up the mess Emma had made and looked up to find Henry in the door way, he had heard them. She sighed and stood up.
"I'm sorry Henry" she said softly. He didn't say anything before he turned and ran back upstairs to his room. She closed her eyes and leaned on the counter, her life shattering just like the cup that had almost smashed into the back of her head.
"Regina?" she heard a voice, a male one. She looked up to see David standing before her, looking a bit concerned and confused. "Um…Emma sent me to get some things she forgot" he said, gesturing to her front door as if asking to be let into her home.
Regina simply stared at him, as if waiting for him to say it was just a joke and that Emma was waiting in the car. It was one thing if Emma left, but sending her father to get her things not only meant she didn't want to see Regina but it also meant she was really not coming back. Regina knew she would have to see Emma eventually, a day she both longed for and dreaded. They did share a son, and since Emma was the sheriff she worked closely with Regina sometimes; usually when it came to safety issues or public events. Regina didn't know what she would do when she had to see Emma again. Would she try to get her back? Would she act like the icy hearted woman she had been when she first met the blonde? In all honesty, even she didn't know.
When she realized that David was still standing there waiting to be let into her house, she sat down her cup of coffee on the porch and stood up with a sigh, not bothering to look him in the eye. She opened her front door and walked in, leaving it open so he knew he was allowed to follow. She headed up the stairs, assuming he would be a few steps behind her. She went straight to their bedroom and looked around for things Emma may have left behind. In her state of grief she hadn't really noticed it but a few of Emma's things really were still there. A pair of her old sneakers that she used to go running in were by the closet, her silver circle necklace was on the night stand, and her hair brush was on the bed side table. Regina walked over to the bedside table that had been on Emma's side of the bed and picked up the hair brush. There was a lamp on the table along with a small clock, nothing much else.
She opened the lone drawer under the table and looked at the things Emma kept in there. She had never actually looked in Emma's drawer before. In her own drawer on her side of the bed she had normal things like lotion, her phone charger, a nail file, hand sanitizer and a book that she would read before bed. In Emma's drawer she could see rather odd things, little stuff. Inside she found chap stick, loose tissues that were still unused, a pack of gum and then a picture at the bottom under the tissues.
She sat the brush down on the bed and picked up the picture, a tear rolling down her cheek. The picture was one of herself and Emma, Emma standing behind Regina. Regina had her head turned and was kissing Emma, Emma's arms wrapped around Regina's middle and the brunette's arms draped over the blondes. It was a photo that Henry had taken of them about a month after they became public with their relationship, when times were happier. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, remembering the sweet moment that she could never have back. She put the picture back and left the drawer open.
When she looked up she found David watching her, almost with a sense of pity or sympathy. Pity was the last thing she would ever want from Prince Charming. She pointed to the drawer as if to silently say that its contents belonged to Emma. She sat on the bed and felt the old hair brush roll against her leg. She picked it up and looked at the blonde strands that were coiled around the small teeth on the head of the brush. She vaguely was aware that David was in front of her, cleaning out the drawer of his daughter's things into a bag that looked like some sort of miniature duffel bag.
She suddenly felt warmth on her hand and realized he was slowly easing the brush out of her grip. She looked up at him to see a sorry look in his eyes. She nodded as if she was acknowledging his sympathy. She stood and grabbed Emma's things, throwing them on the bed so he could grab them. After a quick search of the room she also found an oversized white shirt that Emma sometimes slept in that practically looked like a dress on her. She held the shirt to her nose while David was grabbing things off the bed, it still smelt of Emma.
She didn't have the heart to let it go, not yet. She tucked it back where she had found it and pretended to have never seen it. After pulling out the last of Emma's things she looked out the window, as if she didn't want to see David leave with Emma's things. She heard him zip up the bag and she closed her eyes, she wouldn't dare cry near him ever again.
"Regina?" she heard him ask carefully. She made a small grunt of acknowledgment, as if to ask what he wanted. "Will you be alright?" he asked. Part of her wanted to ask why he cared, since he never used to care if she lived or died. In fact there was a time when his mission in life was to dance on her grave. But she didn't bother. She simply nodded, watching her sad brown eyes in her reflection in the window.
When she heard him leave she didn't move until she heard the front door close, watching him put the bag into the back of his truck before climbing in and driving away. It was then that she walked back over to where she had left Emma's night shirt, grabbing it and clutching it tightly in her hands. She sat on her bed and held it to her nose again, inhaling the sweet scent of Emma once more. It was a cross between her soap, her shampoo, and a smell that was just purely Emma; a scent no one else could ever claim.
As she slowly lay back on the bed she continued to breathe in the beautiful scent that reminded her of home. It didn't matter if she was in her house; ever since Emma left it wasn't home. In all honesty even before she ever met Emma, the large mansion never truly felt like home. It was in that moment she realized, surrounded by an empty house and drowning in the memories of love that was long since lost, that Emma was her home.