Hello, I wanted to release the first chapter ASAP as it's unfair to just be left with a prologue, so here it is. Let me know your thoughts as I love to hear opinions.

Emma smiled fondly at the memory, of her first meeting with Regina all those years ago. Emma had taken a large sip of her hot chocolate with cinnamon and at the point in which she lowered her mug her new companion started to laugh. She laughed so much that she began to snort, at which point Emma started to laugh. They continued to laugh for five minutes, and with each attempt at stopping Regina would look at Emma's face seeing a moustache of chocolate began to laugh again before at long last Emma noticed her reflection on the back of a spoon and removed the offending item that was causing several patrons to stare at the two laughing girls. To anyone looking from the outside in, they would see two of the greatest friends, the only thing that distinguished them from siblings was how different they looked.

Everything about the two were different, from how Emma's porcelain skin contrasted with Regina's tanned and golden; and how Emma's eyes a colour green that cannot be fully described, compared to the dark chestnut coloured eyes that when sitting in the sun would become hazelnut; and down to how they spoke, Regina with a crisp and firm tone that exhaled an air of excellence and a good upbringing; Emma's was hard, rough around the edges -just like she was – and instead of emitting anything, it was emotionless – just like she was.

A glint of evening sunlight bounced off Emma's tea spoon and onto her face, bringing her out of her day dream. Even sitting in the middle of the beautiful city of Tallinn she couldn't avoid thoughts of Regina. She was surrounded by ancient buildings, churches and architecture from long ago and still her thoughts made her return to the dreary village of Storybrook where the weather never changed and it seemed to be stuck fifty years in the past, but it was home and home had Regina, her best friend of twelve years.

Regina, however, was currently sitting in her living room eighteen hundred miles away from Emma, reading the time travellers wife as the rain beat down against the window panes in a rhythmic pattern that was almost sending her to sleep. She was a mathematics professor at Exeter university and after a long and gruelling day with four lectures and a study session with some of her less …excelling students which took up her only chance to eat and by the time she made the fifty-minute bus journey home she was ready to crawl into bed and hide away. In fact, that was exactly what she was planning on doing, but she missed Emma. She missed her best friend.

"it's only two months Regina" came a voice from behind a large phrase book. Regina's head appeared from behind a large stack of papers each individual sheet covered in squiggles, which to the untrained mind looked like nonsense, but to Regina – who had one of the most brilliant mathematical minds of the century – it was as easy as reading English. How on earth did she know what I was thinking was the only thought running through Regina's mind.

"But I'll miss you, you've never been away from home for that long before" Regina knew this wasn't strictly true but since they had started living together seven years ago, the longest that they had ever been apart was that two weeks in the first year when Regina went home at Christmas. Emma being a child of the state didn't have a home to go to so stayed at the shared house for the two most boring weeks of her life. Since then every holiday, every weekend away, every major event such as weddings, christenings and baptisms Emma accompanied Regina. Many a time, Emma was confused as Regina's partner by her family; which is understandable seeing as Emma never left her side and was always there, with a comforting smile or squeeze of the hand. But in truth, they were friends, just good friends; best friends.

"I'll be fine, honestly I'm a big girl Regina" it was obvious to tell that Emma's voice was trying not to break, as she tried to convince herself as well as Regina that she would be okay. This was her last chance to travel before she started working for SIS (The British secret service, like the CIA) in three months' time as a translator. "plus, it's not like we won't talk every single day"

"I know, but I love you, Emma, you're my best friend" Regina's voice was un-mistakenly breaking. Silent tears running down her face as she hid behind her marking, trying to make sure any didn't fall on the painstakingly neatly made work of her hundreds of students. Before she knew it, strong arms were wrapped around her, Emma always knew when she needed comforting and pulled her close to her chest.

A sharp ringing noise broke Regina out of her thoughts. The telephone. As she leant over to pick up her mobile (cell phone) a tear dripped onto her hand, great, I'm crying. I'm such a wuss. 'MY IDIOT' was displayed, and although she was sad and lonely a smile came upon her face at the thought of the blonde idiot.

"Hey you," The only voice that she wanted to hear said through the phone,

"Hey" it was a game they came up with a long time ago, only known to them.

"I haven't got long, bout to go on a midnight tour of the city, I just wanted to say I missed you and was thinking of you earlier today" god was it 2200 already, I was lost in thought for a lot longer than I thought.

"really? That sounds lovely, I was thinking of you too" she sounded distant and she knew it, but she couldn't help it. She missed her far too much.

"yeah it should be, I'll be home soon though. Two more weeks, that's all"

"of course dear, I'll be there to pick you up from the airport"

"good, alright I've got to go, love you" and the phone clicked off.

"love you too, idiot" Regina replied just a tad too late, just as normal. Emma was living a busy life and here she was, ten at night ready for bed and reading her book. Two opposites, but you know what they say about opposites.

They attract