Wow guys thanks for all the reviews/follows and favorites I'm getting. I love how you're alle enjoying this story and I hope you like the next chapter as well. It will be quite different but if you watch bones you'll probably get it soon enough.

PLEASE READ THIS: Between the events happening in Emma's other world their are pauzes. Like, between two "dreams" there can be months but for Emma it will be a day or something. This isn't a flashback. This is happening in Emma's mind and that's why it will drop right in the middle of situations sometimes because that's what happens with dreams. I thought it would be more clear if I wrote it like that.

IT DID NOT ACTUALLY HAPPEN, EMMA MADE IT UP IN HER MIND WHILE SHE WAS IN THE COMA :) THIS IS NOT A REAL MEMORY OF HER AND REGINA, HOW THEY GOT TOGETHER IT A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STORY WITHOUT NEAL AND MAYBE IT WILL BE CLEAR IN ANOTHER FLASHBACK BUT I'M NOT SURE YET. SO I'M SORRY FOR TYPING IT LIKE THIS HAHA BUT IT'S DEFINITELY NOT A MEMORY. EMMA REMEMBERS UNTIL THE MOMENT OF THE THING WITH ARCHIE AND THEN HER MIND STARTED FILLING IN THE GAP. HOPE IT'S CLEAR LIKE THAT. :)

Thanks for reading everybody :)

As soon as the darkness and painful feeling in her chest started fading away Emma Swan opened her eyes. It made place for light just as soon. She opened her eyes and she was in her room in her apartment. Her head was pounding and her chest was burning and she didn't remember much from the night before. Probably too much alcohol again, she figured.

Only then did she became aware of the hand holding hers and the squeeze. She turned in the bed and Neal was smiling at her. "Good morning. You were out for a while."

"What happened?" She asked, trying to figure out why her memory was a mess and why her chest was burning so painfully.

Neal frowned but explained anyway. "We went out for some drinks last night and you got pretty wasted. Didn't realize it was this bad though."

Emma was confused. Something about this didn't feel right. "oh, of course." She said as she pushed herself up. "Where's Henry?" she asked as she sat up.

"Where he always is in this weekend of the month." When Emma kept staring blankly at him he rolled his eyes. "With Regina. What's wrong with you? Fell on your head or something?"

Emma didn't register any of his words after Regina's name had fallen. That name did something to her. Something she couldn't quite place. She started fidgeting with the ring on her finger, something she did all the time.

"Seriously Em? Are you okay? I miss my happy wife from last night."

"I don't know. Let's go get breakfast.

"How's dinner?" Neal asked as Emma took her first bite. She had been a little off ever since their evening out and Emma could see that Neal was trying to be extra sweet for her so that she wouldn't just wander of searching whatever she was searching for.

"Good." She answered with her mouth full of food. "Gonna see Gina I tink."

Neal laughed. "Sorry, what?"

Emma swallowed and shot him a sly smile. "I'm going to see Regina I think."

Her husband focused his full attention on her now. He reached over the table and took both her hands in his. A warm feeling spread through her body but she forced herself not to smile. "Why? That's just asking for another fight and I don't wanna have to pick you up from the ground again Em." Neal said.

She shrugged. "I should apologize you know, for the thing with Archie."

Neal looked even more confused. Since when did Emma care about that. "You actually think she's going to forgive you?"

"I don't know but I feel like I should try, for Henry you know."

"He's our kid. I really don't see where all this is coming from suddenly."

Emma's eyes widened. "He's her kid too!" She couldn't keep the hint of anger from her voice as she rose from her chair at the kitchen table.

Neal stood up too and followed her to the living room – their living room – and started pacing around. What in the hell had happened to his Emma and how could he get her back.

"Since when do you think that? This whole fight basically is about the fact that you think he's your, or well our son, and that she can only see him when we want her too."

Emma's eyes narrowed and she focused her attention on a spot on the table. Why couldn't she remember saying those words and why did they feel so damn wrong, like something she would never say. Surely Neal must have made that up.

"Well maybe I was wrong." With those words she rose and grabbed her coat. She knew where she was going and she was sure Neal knew it too and whether this was the smartest thing to do or not it certainly felt like the right thing to do.

Emma knocked on the white mansion about fifteen minutes later.

"Ms. Swan." Regina said as she opened the front door and Emma could hear a slight hint of disappointment in her tone. It was Regina's weekend with Henry but he was not supposed to be back with them until the late evening so he and Regina could have their usual movie night. The brunette probably thought Emma was here to pick him up. "I do believe I still have a few hours with my son." See?

"No!" Emma quickly started, holding her hands up. "I'm not here to pick him up. I uh.. I just."

"Spit it out sheriff."

"I just think that maybe it would be better if Henry stayed with you for the rest of the week." She mumbled but the look on Regina's face told her she'd understood every word of it. The brunette raised her eyebrows and Emma swore she saw her lips curl upward for just a second. Just a second because quickly made place for narrowed eyes that told her she wasn't sure what to believe of it.

"Why? Do you and your dear husband need some time alone?" You could hear the disgust when she said it but Emma ignored it for now and instead shook her head.

"No. I just realized that maybe it's not entirely fair that we're keeping him away from you. You are his mother, after all."

Regina's eyes widened once more and she finally stepped inside to let the blonde in, this way effectively hiding the look on her face from Emma.

"Did you fall on your head or something, sheriff. Two weeks ago you were all up in my face saying he was yours and your husbands and now you're saying that maybe I should spend more time with him. Because I'm his mother." Regina's voice was firm and Emma knew she had to break through that wall. She had done it before – definitely not in the right way, but she had done it before – so now she just needed to figure it out how to bring it down again.

"Regina, I'm being serious. I'm sorry. I don't really know what's going on with me but something feels different. I can't really describe it but since a couple of weeks things feel strange and I don't even remember-" she stopped there, not wanting to let her know too much. Regina probably wouldn't trust a word she said after that and that's not what she needed.

"Really? You're really giving me more time with him?" The mayor's voice sounded higher than usual and Emma knew she was getting somewhere.

"Yeah. Really." She said as she smiled at Regina and finally followed her from the hallway into the living room. She hadn't been in this room before and Emma had to admit that it looked quite amazing.

As they said down Regina focused her gaze on anything but Emma. "And how does you lovely husband feel about this?"

"Neal."

"Excuse me?" Regina did look at her now and Emma swore she could see the hint of a blush on her cheeks.

"His name is Neal. You can stop calling him my husband now." Her voice sounded irritated and it wasn't unnoticed by Regina.

"I know that dear, but he is your husband, isn't he?" Her voice sounded teasing and Emma couldn't help feeling relieved that they were back on common ground. The teasing, the being all up in each other's faces and Regina's sass; she was used to that. She knew how to handle that.

"I haven't really talked to him about it."

Regina raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps you should before you promise me things you can't keep."

Without thinking about it the blonde walked over to the couch where Regina was sitting and sat next to her. Instinctively, the brunette pulled shifted further away from her but Emma tried to ignore it. "I don't care what he thinks. Also, I uh.." she paused for a moment as she struggled with her words, she was surprised Regina was giving her the time to figure it out, "I want to apologize, for the thing with Archie." Immediately the brunette rose from the couch and Emma was sure she was going to kick her out of the house but only a minute later she returned with two glasses of apple cider. The sheriff couldn't stop the shiver that went down her body when their fingers touched briefly.

"Why?"

Emma took a gulp from her drink and immediately closed her eyes and the burning in her throat. She always seemed to forget how strong that stuff was.

"I was wrong."

Regina took a sip of her own drink and looked away, the subject more painful for her than she wanted to let on.

"I do believe that's quite obvious since he's walking around town and not minding his own business again."

Emma shrugged. This clearly was something she was uncomfortable talking about. Normally it would amuse Regina but today the blonde could notice she felt as uncomfortable as she did.

"Yeah but I should have believed you even when we didn't know he was alive and I shouldn't have said Henry was my son, cause he's yours too."

To the sheriff's surprise Regina locked eyes with her and said something Emma didn't think she'd ever heard her say before.

"Thank you."

Completely taken aback it took her some time to respond.

"You're welcome. And well.. maybe… we can like… try and be friends." When she saw the look on Regina's face she quickly added, "for Henry of course."

Regina's eyes narrowed on her but after a few seconds she nodded slowly. "For Henry."

"Ms. Swan." Regina said but she couldn't help but laugh. "I told you to secure it tightly." She said as she looked down at the blonde on the ground, next to the horse.

"Emma remember. And this is so not funny, my ankle hurts." The blonde tried to glare angrily but whenever Regina laughed she couldn't help but join her. The sound made her feel so warm inside that the pain in her ankle got better immediately.

"Here okay. Let me do it." She said as she secured the saddle more tightly and then moved behind Emma. "Okay now, put your foot in there and then just push yourself up and grab the saddle over there. Don't forget to swing your other leg over the animal but not too fast because we don't want you falling on the ground on the other side, do we dear?"

Emma turned around and the look on her face said enough – I'm not that dumb.

The blonde was very strong in her arms but her legs were a bigger problem so getting on the horse was pretty hard. After a while she just turned around and looked at Regina, who was holding in her laughter once more. "Will you stop laughing and help me."

The brunette nodded and pushed her up. They were both relieved the other couldn't see the blush on their cheeks when Regina touched Emma's ass.

"Woo! I'm on a horse!" Emma enthusiastic once she was finally seated. Regina rolled her eyes.

"Only because I helped you."

Emma winked at Regina who had already climbed on her own horse. "Well you're my friend. You're supposed to help me."

After a few minutes Emma noticed that something was bothering her. The brunette was tend to get lost in her thoughts when she was on her horse – Emma has seen that when she used to just watch Regina ride - but not like this. Now the smile that had previously been there was completely gone and her eyes looked empty.

"Regina." Emma said soft as she forced her horse beside Regina's. The brunette blinked a couple of times and then smiled at Emma.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Emma rolled her eyes. Always so stubborn.

"Tell me."

Regina took a deep breath and looked at Emma. "Henry is been off lately. He's always gone spending time with friends I don't know and he spends a lot of time in his room. I think something is wrong with him."

Emma immediately burst out into laughter and her horse was startled but she kept him under control. "Oh Regina. He's in love."

The brunette's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

This time it was Emma who took a deep breath. "Listen, he told me not to tell you because.. well I'm the cool mom and you talk to the cool mom about this stuff but uh… he's in love. He told me about it and I'm not supposed to tell you because he thinks you'll overreact."

Regina's eyes widened even more and her mouth dropped open. "He's in love?!"

"Well.. he is a teenager after all so hormones and stuff."

"Who is she?"

Emma frowned. "Sorry, can't tell you. You have to let him tell you when he's ready."

The sweet smile on the brunette's face didn't go unnoticed by Emma and once again it amazed her how much had changed between them in just a few months.

A couple of weeks after the first time at the stables with Regina, Emma woke up to the same squeezing in her hand. She opened her eyes slowly and immediately closed them again when the bright light of the sun hit her eyes. She felt Neal's eyes watching her like he had done so many mornings now. "Do you ever sleep?" she asked.

He chuckled at that and gave her a quick peck on her lips before leaving the bed. "I like watching you sleep."

"You never did that before."

He stopped for a minute as if trying to decide what to say. "Well.. I like it now."

"You're lying." Emma responded after she'd let her eyes roam over his face. The look in his eyes told her that whatever it was that made him watch her during the night, he didn't want to talk about it so instead he kissed her silent.

"Will I see you later?" He said as he finished putting his pants on and walked towards the door of the bedroom. Neal always rushed in the morning because he was too lazy to get up in time for work.

"Not sure. Regina's taking me to the forest to go hiking or something." She said as she forced herself out of bed too, glad that it was her day off because all her muscles were sore from horse riding and the pain in her chest had returned.

"I thought you guys were doing something yesterday." The man said, his voice a bit irritated.

"No yesterday we did something with Henry." She could still see that flicker of anger in his eyes whenever they discussed Regina and Henry. It was still a sensitive topic, the blonde changing their rules.

"So it's just the two of you?"

"Do you have a problem with that?" Emma asked as she glared at him. She had noticed her husband's annoyance at the contact between her and Regina before but not it was becoming annoying for her too.

"No, it's just that- whatever, never mind." He said as he waved it off.

"No. What were you going to say? Spit it out Neal." The sheriff said. She felt something inside her boiling and she knew she had to watch what she was going to say.

Neal sighed. "Well she was the Evil Queen."

"Was indeed. She was the Evil Queen."

Neal rolled his eyes in frustration and held up his hands. "Just saying, you're my wife. Not hers."

And with those words he shut the door behind him and left her alone.

"Don't I know it." Emma said to herself.

"You don't enjoy spending time with me after all, Ms. Swan?"

"Emma."

"I should have seen it coming, of course. This was all just a plan to take revenge on me."

Emma rolled her eyes at the stubborn woman. She reached across the table to try and take Regina's hands but the brunette pulled them back to her sides.

"Regina," Emma said, ignoring the rejection, "that's not what I'm saying. And stop being so defensive. We're friends now remember? I know you."

The mayor looked away. "I thought I knew you too but it seems like you disappointed me once more. I shouldn't have trusted you."

Emma sighed in frustration and leaned back into the booth. Why did Regina have to be so fucking defensive all the time. "You know me. I'm still the same person."

"Well than why are you refusing to spend time with me lately."

Emma took another deep sigh before answering. "It's not that I don't want to, It's just that.." Emma paused for a second and forced herself to gather enough courage to say it. "Neal doesn't like it."

Immediately a fire started behind the dark eyes in front of her. Regina's face fell and she glared at the blonde in a way that almost made her think the Evil Queen was back. Luckily for Emma she caught herself again.

"Since when has that ever stopped you?"

Emma shrugged, more because she was uncomfortable and conflicted than really no knowing the answer.

"Just come tonight." Regina said.

Emma still didn't seem convinced. Regina was right, she never used to let people tell her what to do. But Neal was her husband of course. But did that mean she always had to listen to him and do what he said? She did understand where Neal was coming from.

"Please, Emma."

Emma's head snapped up at the words, not only the pleading tone but also the use of her first name which Regina still refused to use often. When she looked into Regina's eyes she saw something she hadn't seen before and she made her decision.

"Okay. I'll be there."

"That is none of your business Mr. Cassidy." Regina said as she stepped in front of Emma.

"It is, because it concerns my wife and she ismy business!" Neal screamed back at her. Regina noticed the emphasis on the claiming of Emma but ignored it, for now.

This time it was the blonde who stepped forward, in front of Regina. "That doesn't mean I don't get to do my own things." She yelled, she felt Regina's hands on her back trying to keep her from doing anything stupid.

"You don't get to see her anymore!" Neal yelled suddenly as he yanked her arm, forcing her away from Regina and from the older woman's protective hold.

"What are you? My father?" Emma shot back at him as she pulled her arm back roughly.

All of the sudden and before Regina could stop it, he slapped Emma in the face. She stumbled back into Regina's arms, completely in shock and not saying a word.

"Go on. Marry her or something because you seem to want to spend every second of your day with her. Whatever you do, I'm not doing this anymore," He gestured between them. "I'm going back to Boston. Goodbye."

Before Emma could protest he was gone. She stood frozen in her spot until she felt Regina move in front of her and tentatively wrap her arms around Emma's tense body. Immediately Emma started crying and she felt weak for doing it but she couldn't hold back. Regina only tightened her hold on her.

After what felt like an hour the brunette finally let go. Emma's hand reached for Regina's but pulled it back like she had burned it. She had tried to take Regina's hand a couple of times before when either of them was upset but Regina didn't seem to like the contact. This time though, it was the older woman that reached back for the hand and intertwined their fingers together. Regina's hand squeezed hers and it felt different. So… how could she describe it… real. But it also felt like she was suddenly drifting away. Her panicked eyes searched for Regina's but she didn't seem to notice what was going on with the blonde. Emma squeezed back as hard as she could, to keep herself grounded. She saw Regina's smile and the gesture was returned once more while her eyes closed and then opened again. This time though, everything was different. She was in a completely different room with diffferent lights and she could vaguely hear machines making sounds around her.

"You don't have to squeeze so hard." She said to her best friend.

oh seems like Emma and Regina are in quite the trouble right now since Emma has created a different view of their relationship now. She only remembers untill after the thing with Archie and the rest her mind made up. That will probably be a problem for them.