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The forgotten past

Chapter 2

New York-Emma

A million exchange of looks passed between the blonde and the brunette, all different, yet all the same. They were looks the two women had exchanged before, but, in Emma's new mind, they remained forgotten. It was difficult for Emma to decide on what to do; I mean, the stranger before her seemed harmless, but she couldn't help fall into 'cop mode' when forced into these situations. It was instinct. Natural. Chemical.

Breaking the strangely comfortable silence, Henry questions,

"Are you one of my Mom's friends?" looking between both women.

And without thinking, in the spare of the moment, the words fall out before Emma can stop them,

"Yeah, this is Regina." Her name feels strange, yet familiar in her mouth. "Alright kid, go and get ready for school."

"Okay, well, it was nice meeting you" the young boy says politely, just before walking back inside.

Despite the unlikely tale this Regina was illustrating, Emma couldn't help but feel as if, as if, some aspect of this might true. Something in her gut was telling her to just invite her in. Just see what she has to say.

But maybe she only felt that this tale could be true because she wanted it to be. She always wanted a family; parents, people who care about her. 'Naivety will get you nowhere Emma', she hears the mocking tone of the other foster children echo in her head.

"Emma?" Regina questions with a soft, somewhat inquisitive, voice. She takes a step closer.

"Hey!" Emma says awake from her thoughts; thoughts that haven't entered her mind for years. "That was not an invitation into my home. I just needed to get rid of Henry." With a sigh her arms fold and says, "Now, explain."

"So this is going to sound crazy, but you have a family, people who care about you. People who, who" she takes a deep breath, "who love you."

'Naivety will get you nowhere' the voice echoes.

She is talking about 'the people who abandoned you; those people don't love you. How could they; they gave you up.'

"I know you won't let yourself believe it, but I can tell you know somethings off. I know you Emma; use your superpower, know I'm telling the truth."

A pause, she was thinking, "Just because something is true doesn't make it real"

"Since when did you get all philosophical Miss Swan?" Regina says, reverting to her natural self around the old Emma.

'No one will ever love you, blonde.' The voice spits.

"My family? Miss Swan? People who love and care about me? That's complete bullshit! No one has ever been there for me! No one ever cared enough for me."

A pause. "I care."

"So where were you when I needed you?" Emma's voice is stern.

Silence. Emma felt as though she were back in the white room she used trap herself in. A room of nothingness. Not only is there an absence of things, there is an absence of yourself, you are a mere spirit drifting through nothingness. A ghost. Invisible.

She hadn't been in there since the moment she held Henry in her arms; and now that this woman has turned up at her door, she is submerging back into the void of the room. She hated the room. It was reminder of her past; being an orphan, rejection after rejection, Neal, prison, pregnancy, everything leading up to Henry. When Henry came into her life the white room vanished. He brought colour back to everything; he allowed her to break down the walls, but now,

"I'm sorry that I was never there for you in the past Emma. But I am here for now, and I am asking you to understand. Please." Her voice was wrung with sincerity, "Here" she held out a small blue vile, "If you drink this, you will remember, and you know that what I'm telling you is true."

"Drink that?" She questioned. She could feel colour draining out of everything around her, shw could feel the walls building back up. She was entering back into the white room. It was a defence mechanism she possessed. It was instinct. Natural. Chemical.

"I know, why trust the stranger at the door who gives you a weird potion to drink? Why trust a stranger who challenges all the you believe to be real? But I'm not giving up on you Emma. I will never give-

The door slams shut.

Storybrooke (before Pan's curse)-Regina

It was two days since Emma and Regina had spoken; it as if what precious information they shared never happened. They hadn't even exchanged glances between one another. Every time Regina looked over at Emma, she seemed engaged in a conversation with some insignificant dweeb like grumpy, or one of the other dwarfs, whatever their names are. Regina never liked the dwarfs much, especially because of their fondness over Snow White.

Not matter what she seemed to be doing her thoughts would always drift to the saviour. But, oh, in the moments when she is most alone, they are the worst. It's like feeling all the magic she has ever created all at once; the good feelings, but mostly the bad.

It was 3.30pm and Emma would be arriving with Henry any moment now (she always picks him up from school on Tuesday's). After checking her hair eight times in the mirror, the doorbell finally rang, and Regina finally had something to occupy her mind with, other than fantasies of Emma.

Opening the door, Regina couldn't help but feel her heart freeze as her eyes met with those emerald eyes The Saviour looked through. She wondered what it would be like to see the world through Emma's eyes. She wondered how Emma looked at her; the Evil Queen? Mayor? Regina Mills? Or just Regina?

Henry ran straight past her and began climbing the stairs.

"Where are you in such a hurry to get to young man?" Regina questions.

"I have a big project to start." He exclaims with a grin wiped across his little face.

"What are you calling it?" Emma asks, just as curious as the other mother standing beside her.

"Operation…" he froze and then bolted up the stairs into the safety of his bedroom.

"He's been acting strangely these past couple of days" Regina notes to her soul mate correction, friend.

"Yeah I've noticed too…anyway, how are you?" Emma asks and Regina can already smell the nerves cooking between them.

"I'm okay, just tired, that's all." Stop lying. Tell her how you feel.

"Have thought anymore about what happened the other day?"

Yes. A lot. Too much. "A little." Stop lying.

"Oh, er, well, I guess I'll, er, see you tomorrow? Same time." And she turned and walked away. And walked away. And walked away. Tell her to stop Regina. Call her. Invite her inside for a drink. Go on Regina. Just call her name. Just say 'Emma'. It's not difficult. Just. Say. It.

But it was too late.

She was gone.

Later-Regina

She lay awake with her thoughts. It was 2:03 precisely. Nothing, not even Henry, could distract her from Emma. She tried everything. Cooking, cleaning, mayor reports, writing, reading, walks around town, Granny's, readying henry and bedtime story, even talking to Mary Margaret. And then, night came and it was time for sleep, but sleeping was the worst of all. Sleep was difficult to manage anyway, but, when sleep did come, all she wanted to do was wake back up. Her dreams were too frightening. Frightening in that she knew they weren't real, and, it was just another reminder of everything she didn't have. More like, who she didn't have. She didn't have-

"pssstt"

Was that?

"Regina." She could hear Emma's voice drifting through her open window. She got up out of bed and walked towards the window, looking down to see that all too familiar blonde hair.

"Emma?"

"Hi, er, do you mind if I come in? I think we need to talk."

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