Prompt: Amnesia

Rating: K

Summary: Emma has been in an accident and suffers from amnesia as a result. She remembers nothing of the last few months, including the relationship that she and Regina had shared. Regina must now suffer silently as she watches her beloved from afar. But she soon finds a surprising source of support.

Regina walked out of the hospital, head held high and face stony. None of it belied the trembling and shaking occurring within, the very real sense of being adrift. She was the Mayor, the 'former' Evil Queen. No one would see that she was hurting. They would only see the anger that was boiling away at the injustice and unfairness of the events of the last twenty-four hours. Anger she would hold onto, anger she knew and flourished within.

"Mom!" Regina stopped and was surprised, but pleased, to see Henry running towards her, his long gangly legs quickly eating up the distance she had put between herself and the heartache in that accursed room.

"Henry, what is it? And where's your coat it's cold out?" She asked, reaching out to fix the mess of hair that had fallen over his forehead automatically. Almost as automatic was him rolling his eyes as she fussed. This was normal, she could do normal. She would have to.

"Are you okay?"

Regina straightened, giving a nod. "Of course why wouldn't I be? I'm not the one in a hospital bed."

"Because Ma doesn't remember anything. At least nothing recent," Henry said and there was a glint and hint in his voice that she was not sure she understood. Or she did and was shocked that Henry had.

"Well it just proves that Em-Miss Swan's head was not as hard as I had originally perceived," Regina replied with a shrug.

Henry shook his head at his Mom's dig, knowing it was a deflection. It had taken time to understand his mother's actions and quirks, but as he got older he felt had gotten pretty good at reading people. Since recovering the relationship between them he had learned his mom used anger to hide pain, snark to hide sadness. And right now he could practically feel the anger pouring off her. "She's gonna be okay. She'll get her memory back," Licking his lips he plunged ahead, hoping his next words didn't have the effect he feared, but his mom had to know she wasn't alone. "And you two can go back to sneaking around, trying to hide." He left a smile on his face, trying to show he was okay with the idea. It had weirded him out at first, since a part of him had hoped his Ma and Dad would get back together, but he also saw how good they were for one another, how Emma bolstered Regina and believed in her and how Regina guided Emma and forced her to grow up.

Regina felt as if someone had punched her in the gut. She turned wide eyes to her son, unsure she had heard him right. Denial was on the tip of her tongue, ready to dissuade the idea. But she relented instead. Only Henry would draw her capitulation and she was so tiered about lying about this anyway. "How long have you known?"

He was surprised that she wasn't trying to deny it, but glad they weren't going to play around. "Awhile now. Looking back I know you guys always had something going on, but it wasn't until recently, when Ma would spend a lot of time sleeping over, she's not quiet by the way when she's trying to sneak out, and you've cut back on all the insults. You still do them, but now they're like…playful instead of hurtful."

"When did you get to be so observant?" Regina asked fondly, warmed at how closely her son was seeming to pay attention since it meant he cared. "Does it bother you?"

"A little," He shrugged, then rushed on when he saw the hurt begin to appear. "I mean just like in the way it's weird to think of my mom dating anyone, even if it is my other mother. I don't really care that you're both women or anything like that. Just the whole dating thing period," He finished lamely.

Regina smiled and pulled Henry into a hug, feeling the anger cool. She buried her face into his neck and felt her eyes prickle and burn. She clung tighter as she fought back the sadness and heartbreak.

"She's going to be okay, Mom," Henry said, holding his trembling mother close. He didn't hear anything beyond ragged deep breaths, but knew it was only because they were in public that she was keeping together. But tonight, when they were home he would make sure she knew she had a shoulder to cry on. He doubted she would take him up on the offer, but he needed her to know. He hadn't been there for her much in the past, but he would be now.