A/N: Heyy guys! I just wanted to get this second chapter out while I have time since I move back to school and things are probably going to get a bit hectic over the next few days.

Oh! And I forgot to put in this little thing in the first chapter. Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon A Time or any of its characters. The only things I own are my thoughts and the characters I make up for the story.

So anyway, here it is! Let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

Thursday 8:45 am

With her bags packed and nothing else to do, she decides to go ahead and head over to 108 Mifflin earlier than she had originally planned.

As she parks in front of the mansion she decides to just sit in her car and wait a bit before knocking on the door.

She pulls out her phone and starts playing candy crush to pass the time.

She's wasted a good ten minutes before a sharp knock on her slightly-open window makes her jump in her seat and yelp in pain as she drops the steaming cup of coffee she'd been sipping from, directly onto her lap.

"Damn-it Regina! Why do you have to be so God-damn sneaky!" She says to the laughing brunette who is standing alongside her car.

"Maybe if you were attentive to your surroundings instead of playing childish games on your phone, you wouldn't currently have coffee burning your legs. I would think that as Sheriff you would be alert at all times." She says with a smirk set on her red lips as she tries to hold in her laughter, but fails miserably.

Emma shoots her an incredulous look, and that's when she actually registers what Regina is wearing.

Holy. Fuck.

Her brain short circuits and the witty remark she had been about to say completely disappears from her mind. Her mouth is hangs open slightly and she might even be drooling a little bit at the sight before her eyes.

This is definitely a version of Regina that she had never before seen, at least not outside of her own fantasies.

The brunette is wearing a scandalously short, dark grey, silk night gown that barely reaches her mid-thigh, with a matching robe hanging loosely at her sides.

As Regina watches Emma's appreciative reaction to her carefully chosen attire, her heartbeat starts to race and her stomach flips in apprehension.

She clears her throat, "Do try and close your mouth, dear. You're bound to catch a few flies leaving it hanging open like that."

Emma snaps her mouth shut and blushes a deep crimson as she quickly fumbles through an apology, "Sorry, I, uh, I didn't mean to stare, I just... um... I've never seen you...uh..." She awkwardly clears her throat and decides to just change the subject.

"Is Henry ready yet?"

"Unfortunately no, you are a tab bit early, we did agree to 9:30 did we not?"

"Yea we did, I was just finished early so I thought I'd come wait over here."

"Ah, well he's only just finished showering, which means he won't be downstairs for at least another 15 minutes, and then he still needs to eat breakfast. Would you care to join us, seeing as how it appears that you have run out of coffee?" She says as she casually waves her hand to rid Emma's jeans of the sticky liquid.

"Yeah I would love to, thanks."

"Excellent, follow me then." The brunette smiles widely as she turns around and struts her way back to through the front door, making sure to add an extra sway to her hips for the blonde's benefit.

Emma takes a calming breath before stepping out of the car and following Regina into the house. Her eyes automatically drop down to appreciate this new view of what the mayor is semi-obviously flaunting.

When they reach the kitchen, Regina glances back as she asks "Cream? Sugar?"

Emma's eyes guiltily fly back up to meet the brunette's amused ones, and she nods her head.

Shit, she totally just caught me staring at her ass.

"What type of cream would you like?" She asks as Emma takes a seat on one of the island stools.

"I'd rather just drink you" she mumbles...wait, what? Did I just say that out loud did I?

The Mayor turns around quickly, not believing that she had heard the Sheriff correctly. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that?"

"Uh...I said whatever you have is fine." Shit Swan! Get your mouth under control!

"Of course" Regina replies, her voice a little huskier than before, she feels a wave of heat assault her lower abdomen.

She grabs the cream from the fridge before placing it on the table in front of the blonde. She then gets a mug and fills it with coffee before carefully walking over to Emma and leaning down to set it on the counter in front of her.

With another flip of her stomach, she watches as emerald eyes roam down to the top of her breasts, which are greatly exposed in the low cut nightgown. As Emma's eyes slowly makes there way back up to her face, Regina can barely differentiate between the green and the black pupils of the eyes in front of her as they darken.

"Sugar?" Regina asks her in a voice so low that it's almost a whisper.

"Please.." Emma whispers back, glancing down at the painted red lips in front of her.

They both slowly lean forward to close those last few inches and just as their lips are about to touch, Henry loudly coughs from the doorway of the kitchen. "Uh.. What's going on guys?"

His two mothers are so startled that they both jump away from each other trying to regain some semblance of space. But Emma pushes back a little too far and her stool starts to tip back before she quickly reaches out and grabs the counter top.

Regina rushes back so fast that her hand accidentally knocks over the fresh cup of coffee and it runs right off of the granite counter and onto Emma's unsuspecting lap.

The blonde yelps for the second time this morning and lets go of the counter to pat at her thighs. Forgetting that her grip on the counter is the only thing preventing her from tipping over, and her stool continues it's previously interrupted fall before she crashes to the floor.

"Ow..Fuck!" She groans from the floor.

"Emma!" Regina yells in a tone that is somehow a mixture of concern and a scold for cursing in front of Henry.

"Regina!" She yells right back, "Seriously?! That's the second time you've split coffee on me today, and I've only been here for 20 freaking minutes!"

Gingerly standing back up, she gives the brunette a look of disbelief.

After a moment of tense silence, Henry starts to laugh so hard that he has to lean over and hold onto his stomach, hardly able to breath.

Emma and Regina both look at him, stunned, before glancing at each other.

As soon as their eyes connect, they too double over laughing at how ridiculous that must have looked.

When everyone calms back down, Emma picks up her stool and sits back down on it while Regina waves her hand, ridding the blonde's pants of coffee yet again.

They all choose to ignore what caused the mess and continue on as if nothing had even happened.

"Henry, sweetie, what would you like for breakfast?" Regina asks as she walks over to the fridge.

"Can I just have a pop-tart? Please? We're already behind schedule." Henry pleads.

His adoptive mother purses her lips before she sighs and says, "I suppose. But only this once!" As she conjures up a pastry for both her son and Emma, along with a fresh cup of coffee in a travel mug with a tight lid for the other woman.

"You two should be getting on your way, you wouldn't want to be late, and you're bound to hit traffic heading into the city." Regina says, walking around the counter to kiss her son's forehead and trying not let her disappointment show. "If you will excuse me, I really should go bathe and get on with my day. I have a long list of things to accomplish. Have a fun weekend, be safe and remember to call me when you can. I love you."

"Alright mom, and I love you too." Henry says as he hugs her side.

"Go on and grab you're bag from upstairs." She says, nudging him in the direction of the hallway.

When he's out of earshot, Emma asks, "What? No goodbye kiss for me?" with a smirk on her lips.

Regina raises an eyebrow and saunters over to the blonde.

She wraps her arms around a pale neck, straddles her lap and leans into her ear, tangling her fingers in the hair on the back of Emma's neck, as she purrs, "I'm sorry Miss Swan, but I need to go fix what you have, yet again, failed to finish."

She chuckles darkly as hears Emma's breath hitch. The feeling of the mayors' fingers in her hair along her hot breath tickling her ear sends a shiver down her spine, and she lets out a groan as her brain processes what the brunette says.

Regina gently nips her ear before sliding herself off of Emma and strutting out of the kitchen, leaving a noticeable trail of moisture down the blondes jean-clad thigh. Before she leaves, she hears the blonde squeak out "Thanks for breakfast."

She stops at the doorway, turns her head back in the direction of the blonde and says, "My pleasure, Dear." before she disappears around the corner and up the stairs.

Emma sucks in a shaky breath and shakes her head before she walks out into the foyer with their food, as Henry comes down the stairs with his bag. She quickly clears her throat before asking, "You ready, kid?"

Her 15-year-old son just stands there, giving her a knowing look before he shakes his own head and says, "Yea, lets get going."

As they walk out of the door, Emma says, "You peed right? Because this isn't a short trip and we can't make more than a few stops if we're going to make it in time to get dressed for the dinner."

"Yep, I'm good!"

"Alrighty then, lets get this party started!" She says as they climb into the car and she pulls out onto the street, heading for the town line.

Neither of them notice the brunette watching them leave from the second story bedroom window as she lets out a longing sigh and disappears back behind the curtains.

11:00 am

David stops at Granny's for coffee and takeout before he walks over to the police station to relieve Leroy from "Snow Watch" as the other two have been calling it.

As he walks into the station, he sees his wife siting calmly on the cell bed while Leroy is slumped over in a chair, passed out and snoring.

When Snow sees him walk in with the food, she smiles brightly and says "Good morning, Charming."

David smiles at her before nudging the dwarf awake with his boot. He starts awake and David says, "Hey, your shifts over. Go on home and get some sleep."

The dwarf slowly gets up and stretches as he says, "Thanks boss." before he turns towards Snow, levels a warning glare her way and says, "Later sister, don't you be gettin' any ideas just because it's your husband on watch. No funny business, or it's going to get a lot worse, ya hear?"

As he disappears out the door, Snow sighs a breath of relief, laughs and says, "Finally! I'm so bored that I've been sitting here counting strands of my hair."

"Well unfortunately, there isn't much that I can do besides sit outside of your cell and talk with you. Although I did get permission to let you have a book to read." He says as he pulls a chair up outside of the cell and passes her the book as well as a container of breakfast.

"Seriously?! Charming! Come on, it's me! Can't you at least let me sit out there with you while we eat? I don't even have a table in here!" Snow pleads.

David stares at her for a few seconds as she gives him a pleading look that he can't really resist. He sighs, pulls out his keys and opens the door as he says, "Alright fine. But you have to promise me that you'll behave."

"I promise." Snow says as she wraps her arms around him and gives him a loving kiss that she quickly intensifies.

Davis is so focused on what Snow is doing with her tongue that he doesn't realize that she's backed him into the cell and grabbed ahold of the door. When she has a good grip on the keys, she pushes him away from her with enough force to make him stumble back. She takes a step back and has the door closed and locked before he even has a chance to react.

"Snow!" He yells out in shock.

"I'm sorry Charming... I have to do what's best for our daughter. She's too entrapped in that witch's spell to see through all of her lies!" She yells back as she runs out of the station door, throwing the keys on a desk.

"SNOW!" He yells hopelessly after her, but it's no use, she's already gone.

He hysterically searches his pockets for his cell phone until he remembers that he put it down on his desk along with his gun.

"Shit... Emma's going to kill me!" he mutters to himself as he sits down on the bed praying that Ruby will finish her patrol early.

2:30 pm

"Henry...Kid, wake up...C'mon we're here." Emma says, shaking her son awake as they pull up outside of a moderately sized Boston house.

As Henry rubs his eyes and looks out at the house he sleepily asks "Who are we staying with again?"

"You remember when I told you about the one foster home that I actually stayed at for a few years?..." He nods "...Well, this is the house. Cassie, my foster mom at the time, loved kids, but she was only able to have one of her own. So she convinced her asshole husband to become foster parents, which is how I ended up with them when I was about 13. But when I was 16, the douchebag kicked me out because 'they couldn't afford to take care of older kids, we were just too much of a hassle', but that wasn't the real reason."

"What was the real reason?" Henry asks, confusion lacing his voice.

"That kid, isn't really my story to tell. Besides, right now we've got to get inside and start getting ready." Emma says a she climbs out of the car and pops the trunk to pull out their bags.

"Alright." Henry says as he grabs both of their bags from his blonde mother as they walk up the pathway.

They ring the doorbell, and they hear a young women's voice yell, "I'll get it!" from the other side of the door before it flies open to reveal a pretty redhead in her mid-twenties. As soon as she sees Emma, she squeals in excitement and throws herself at the blonde yelling, "Sissy! You're here!"

Emma laughs and smiles brightly at the use of her old nickname as she tries to hold onto the bouncing women. "Hey Lizzy, I've missed you too!"

Lizzy then turns her attention towards Henry. "Is this him?" She asks excitedly, and when the blonde nods, Lizzy squeals again and launches herself at Henry.

"It is so nice to finally meet you Henry! Emma has told us so much about you!"

Henry chuckles, "All good things I hope!"

Both his mother and the redhead laugh before Emma says, "Of course kid!" at the same time that Lizzy practically screeches "Oh My God, Emma! He's just like you!"

All of a sudden a stern voice behind them says "Elizabeth Marie Winters! That isn't yelling I hear in my house is it?!"

All three of them turn towards a doorway that leads into a kitchen, and Henry's jaw practically hits the floor.

Standing there in the doorway is a thin, olive toned woman who resembles his adoptive mother so similarly at a first glance that it leaves Henry speechless. She's even wearing the same style of clothes as his mother, right down to the lack apron she has over top of her blouse and slacks. This woman isn't an exact replica of his mother, but the similarities between the two are enough to freak him out a bit.

Lizzy say, "Sorry Mom!" while Emma walks up and hugs the brunette. "Hey Cassie, it's so good to see you!"

The brunette kisses both of Emma's cheeks and says "You too honey! I've missed you so much! How have you been? How was you're drive?"

"It was great, the kid fell asleep 20 minutes after we left town, so I basically had control over the radio the whole way here!" Emma says proudly before gesturing over to Henry. "Henry, come over here and introduce yourself!"

He shakes himself out of his initial shock and walks over. As he gets closer, he starts to see more differences between his mother and this woman. Cassie is at least 20 years older than his mom, with slightly graying, long brown hair that's pulled into a bun. She also has piercing green eyes instead of brown and is a few inches shorter. All of these small difference help to relieve hie shock as he reaches the two women.

He clears his throat and says, "Hi ma'am, I'm Henry. It's a pleasure to meet you" holding out his hand to shake hers.

The older brunette gives him a firm, very Regina-like, hand shake and says, "The pleasure is all mine Mr. Henry. Please, call me either Cassandra or Cassie, whichever you would prefer" before she turns to Emma with a joking smile and says, "Such a polite young gentleman Emma, he couldn't possibly have learned that from you?"

Henry laughs as his mother scoffs in mock offense before she says "I can't believe you would even ask that! Of course he didn't learn it from me! You can thank Regina for all of that, she's the reason he's such a great kid."

"Ah, yes! This Regina that you're always talking about. Where is she?" Cassie asks, looking around the room to make sure she hadn't missed the woman, "Oh! Don't tell me she's not with you!" she says disappointed.

"I don't talk about her all the time!" Emma says, blushing as Henry laughs at Lizzy nodding her head and mouthing "Yea, she does" behind her."And no, she's not here with us. I didn't think she would want to come, so I didn't ask her. Besides, she's the Mayor, she can't really just up and leave work to go on vacation."

"Yea she can, her assistant Jamie knows how to..." Henry pipes in before Emma nudges him in the ribs with her elbow and he shuts up.

"Oh Emma! How could you possibly know whether or not she would want to come if you did not ask her?!" Cassie scolds her.

"Because I know this woman. Trust me, she wouldn't have wanted to come, she's not a big people person."

The older woman sighs before saying, "Whatever you say, darling. Well...I suppose we had all start to get prepared if we're going to make it to dinner on time. You know what they say, you're not on time unless you're early!"

"My Mom, says that all the time!" Henry pipes in.

"I'm like 99.9% sure that you always made that saying up, Mamita!" Emma says, laughing as she grabs her bag. "Which rooms would you like us to take?"

"Well it never mattered now did it, you never followed that rule anyway." Cassie laughs back before saying "Go ahead and take your old room and put Henry in the spare room next to Elizabeths."

"Okay, will do!" She says as she motions for Henry to follow her up the stairs and down the hallway.

"Alright, here ya go kid!" she says as they reach his designated room. "It's not your mom's mansion, but you should be fine for the weekend."

"Nah, It's great! Thanks Ma." He says as he places his bag down on his bed.

"No problem! If you need me, I'll be in the last room on the right, okay? The bathroom behind the door next to the window."

"Got it!"

Emma kisses him on the forehead before walking down the hall to her old room, she notices that it's hardly changed in the 16 years since she had last slept in it.

All of her old posters and pictures are still hanging on the wall next to all the tests that she had managed to get A's or B's on. Even the bed is the same, covered in the gray and blue comforter that she had picked out all those years ago. The quilt that Cassie had knitted her for her first christmas with them folded up on the back of her desk chair.

The room looked as if no one else had lived in it since she had run away.

"After you left, she couldn't bare to let anyone else use the room. It was the only connection she had left to you after you disappeared." Lizzy says from the doorway as she stands watching Emma absently pet the quilt.

Emma looks sadly up at her as she continues. "When she found out what he'd done to both of us, she kicked him out and got his ass arrested and sent to jail. We tried so hard to find you after that. That whole first year, we would spend every weekend out searching all of your old hangouts and any place we could think of that you might have gone. But when we ran out of places to look, we lost hope and finally had to accept the fact that you were gone and not coming back." She continues as she comes into the room and sits down on the bed next to Emma, reaching for her hand.

"It killed her, Emma. She was so distraught over losing you, the one kid who she had loved like her own, that she never took in anyone else. She just completely shut down. She wasn't the same woman anymore. She stopped eating properly and taking care of herself. She blamed herself for everything that happened to us. She only started to come back to life again after that first time you called us 5 years ago." She says, smiling at the memory.

"It was like a switch had been turned back on inside of her. I'll always be grateful to you for that, Sissy. Grateful that you were brave enough to contact us again, even after all that had happened. You saved her." With that she bends over and kisses Emma temple before standing up and walking across the hall to her own room, closing the door quietly behind her.

Emma stares down at her old, familiar bed as she revels in all of the forgotten memories that the room brings back to her. Everything that she had managed to forget because it hurt too much to remember, everything that she had lost the night that she left.

She's so lost in her memories that she doesn't notice her phone start to light up with calls from David that all go to voicemail. They keep piling up until after the sixth call it stops and her phone goes dark once again.

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