Chapter 3
Emma's POV
Sitting at her piano, she kept playing the same tune over and over again. The melody had came to her but she couldn't find words for it. Granted it wasn't like the songs she usually wrote, she felt like if she was going to start her new album it needed to be more personal. Emma was tired of writing music just because it was popular. This particular song had come to her when she was, yet again, daydreaming about Regina. It had been a week and she still couldn't shake the feeling that it was supposed to be more. She understood, Regina is going through a nasty divorce and probably needs time before she would want another relationship. Each day drug on, the same thought occuring in her head day in and day out: she could get her information from Mary Margaret. That is if she told her about her's and Regina's little tryst. Like that's ever going to happen...Emma knew admitting that she slept with Regina to Mary Margaret would be a huge ordeal, one she didn't want to have to go through unless it was completely necessary.
For hours she sat there playing the tune, but couldn't get her mind off Regina. Fuck it, no one has to know who it's about, she thought as she began letting her feelings for the brunette come out. Almost as if on cue, the words began aligning perfectly with the notes. Lyrics waterfalled out of her mind and from her mouth, which she quickly scribbled down before she forgot. Critiquing for the next hour she sat up straight with a sense of accomplishment before starting again from the top.
One foot in front of the other
Keep breathing just like they taught you
You politely asked to take a walk with me
I would've married you there underneath the trees
Is it real, this thing?
Is it real, oooh, this thing?
I could make you happy
I could make you love me
I could disappear completely
I could be your love song
I could be long gone
I could be a ghost in your eardrum
When you sleep, will it be with me?
When you sleep, will it be with me?
She leaned forward, letting herself invest emotionally in her playing. Feeling every dream and wish she had about the sassy brunette come to the forefront of her mind. A smile curled her lip, thinking about her shining eyes and musical laugh.
I swore I saw you in a dream
All dressed in white and wide smile
You politely asked to take a walk with me
And I married you there underneath the trees
Can you feel the beat of my heartbeat beating
through?
I could make you happy
I could make you love me
I could diappear completely
I could be your love song
I could be long gone
I could be ghost in your eardrum
When you sleep, will it be with me?
When you sleep, will it be with me?
By now, Emma had tears glistening at the thought of losing her forever. How had this woman consumed her so completely after just one night? Timing was the biggest bitch of all. She began banging the keyes a little more forcefully along with the melody.
How did I miss you, when I didn't know you?
How did I miss you, when I didn't know you?
How did I miss you, when I didn't know you?
I could make you happy
I could make you love me
I could disappear completely
I could be your love song
I could be long gone
I could be a ghost in your eardrum
I could make you happy
I could make you love me
I could disappear completely
Be with me when you sleep
Be with me
"Uh, Emma, is everything okay?" Turning around so quickly she almost fell off her bench, she saw Ruby standing in the doorway.
"Hey Rubes, knock much?"
"I have been for the past ten minutes, I finally let myself if with my 'emergency key' " she said, holding up her key to emphasize her point. "I haven't heard anything from you since lunch last week. And to be honest, that lunch didn't give me much confidence that you are alright. You have been acting strange since that party. And now I come in and your are playing some depressing ass song, what the hell is going on? And don't lie to me!" she said giving Emma her best 'Granny' glare. The stare had so much Granny in it, that Emma flinched without realizing it.
"It's nothing Ruby, I'm just in a funk-"
"I said don't lie, it's obviously not 'nothing' " she spat.
"Fine- but you can't tell Mary Margaret. Swear or I won't tell you," she said, feeling a deja vu to their childhood.
"Okay, just tell me."
"Remember Saturday when I was supposed to be making rounds among the guest-"
"Yea and your disappeared for like three hours? I noticed" Ruby laughed.
"Well, I ran into Regina, you know the woman I was talking about? Well, we kind of got drunk and went home together..." Emma replied sheepishly.
"Emma Swan! Are you telling me that you got laid and have been sitting on this information for a week?" Every since the three girls were teenagers, Ruby had been adament about knowing every detail of her personal life. It had always made Emma happy because it felt like she had a sister to share her secrets with, now it was kind of exhausting. "Wait! If you got laid, why the hell are you so depressed?"
Emma exhaled the breath she had been holding.
"Well, when we were talking I felt like we had a lot in common. Everything came so easily, we laughed and talked about everything under the sun. Ruby I fell hard for this woman, you of all people know that I never let that happen! We had the most mind blowing sex and when I woke up the next morning she was gone. No goodbye or awkward breakfast, she was just gone."
"Wait, is this the lady in the suit, that sat around looking surly as hell? Are we talking about the same person, because I cannot imagine her laughing" she exclaimed before plopping down on the bench beside Emma. "I mean, don't get me wrong, she is hot but she doesn't seem like the type of person who likes to joke."
"Yeah, the same one. Once we went on the terrace she loosened up a bit, and what can I say..."
"Em, you have to go get her! We can call Mary-"
"NO! What did I say? No calling Mary Margaret, she will definately flip out. Plus I'm pretty sure I remember her talking about how her and the actress in her show don't get along. Put two and two together, Rubes."
"She won't care Emma! She'll want you to be happy! We don't even have to tell her, we can just show up while she's at work. Tell her about how we just want a tour of the set. I can distract her while you go get your woman! Come on let's go!" Ruby had jumped up before Emma could even process what she had said.
"What?"
"Oh, come on. What's the harm in it?"
"Well for one, you yourself said she was in the middle of a highly publicized seperation. Do you think she wants a relationship right now? No." By now Emma was getting tired of talking about it and wanted nothing more than to continue sitting in her living room writing dramatic music.
"How do you know if you don't talk to her..." Ruby lowered her voice, looking Emma dead in the eye. "You are a real catch and anyone would be lucky to have you. Do you understand me?" What would Emma do without Ruby? Her whole life, she had felt like a nobody. Her own father hated her before he went to jail, why shouldn't everyone else. But when the Emma moved in with the girls and Granny, she finally started feeling like she could be somebody. She loved Mary Margaret, but they never bonded like her and Ruby. While the two of them were off getting in trouble, Mary Margaret had been waiting at home to repriment them like she was their mother.
"Not now Ruby, just go. I'll be fine, promise..." she told herself more than Ruby. After several more minutes of arguing, and a promise to have dinner with the other Wednesday, Emma finally managed to get Ruby out of her apartment. Feeling defeated, Emma decided to call it a day. Grabbing a glass of Cabernet she ran a hot bath and settled in for the night. Her thoughts once again returning to Regina.
Regina's POV
Each day went by excruciatingly slow for Regina. She was on her last week of filming before it wrapped, and she privately thought that the break couldn't come quick enough. Sure, she could like some of these people if she allowed herself, but why would she? They'd let her down like everyone else. She had decided earlier that when she finished she was heading to her summer home in the Hamptons. Being a family home, she could tolerate staying there because it was one of the few properties she hadn't purchased with her exwife. It didn't feel spoiled with thoughts of infidelity or the image burned into her head of finding Kathryn in bed with that man.
She was sitting in hair and makeup getting her finishing touches done when David, her 'love interest' came in. He seemed friendly enough, almost tolerable, if he wasn't married to that little shrew Mary Margaret. She couldn't look at her without thinking of Emma, who she no doubt would have never met if it wasn't for her. It was easier to blame Mary Margaret for her misery than herself for refusing to reach out to Emma. What would everyone think if she jumped into some sort of relationship before her papers with Kathryn were even finalized. What a field day the press would have with that. Plus, who said Emma even wanted to have to anything to do with her? She wasn't the only one maintaining the radio silence. Yeah, but you are the idiot who snuck out of bed. You could have stayed...Shaking the thought off, she smiled at David and exchanged pleasantries.
Just as her stylist was finishing her hair, she was radioed to set 3. Just a few more day she mused. Then it would be nothing but white sandy beaches and drinking her misery away. Her guilt was undeniable over managing to get over high school sweetheart so quickly. But Regina had always been one of those people who moved on quickly once she was burned. Why should she have to walk on eggshells when she was the one that was wronged. Shrugging off the feeling, she went to set. Today her character, the Queen was being brainwashed and turned evil. She quickly let her mind become devoid of all prior emotions and began thinking about her character. The day flew by quickly thanks to her character.
Acting had always been an outlet for Regina to forget about her troubles. But no matter how much she was able lose herself in the character, at night in her bed it always came back to her. That night in bed she thought about Emma and her magical smile. About how the woman's nose scrunched up when she laughed and how those impossibly green eyes made her want to lose herself. She spent the rest of the evening tossing and turning, knowing Tink, her makeup artist, was going to be pissed about the bags under her eyes the next morning.
Author's Note:
I know the story is starting a little slow, but stick with me because I have a general outline of where I would like this story to go and I would like to give these wonderful characters the developement they deserve. Don't worry, there will be definite SwanQueen interaction in the next chapter. Feel free to review and let me know if you like the story so far.
Song:
When You Sleep
Artist:
Mary Lambert
Just in case you want to check it out :)
