Prompt: Hi can u do a SQ one where Emma cant find her glasses and cant see anything? - alice
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Emma rolls over in bed with a groan, grabbing blindly for a pillow and hiding her face in it. Regina's side of the bed is cold and Emma misses her warmth. She's pretty sure that's what woke her up; that and the sun shining brightly into their bedroom. Didn't she pull the curtains closed before bed last night?
"Regina?" she calls out – whining really – thinking her wife is getting ready in their bathroom, but then she remembers it is Saturday, and they have no plans for the weekend. With a sleepy sigh, Emma flops back on her pillow and shuts her eyes.
Emma can't drift off without Regina next to her. With a huff, she glances at the clock, but all she can see is a blurry blue spot where the numbers should be. Right, for once she actually took out her contacts the night before and threw them away. Emma reaches behind, over her head, and finds her phone between the mattress and the headboard. She presses the home button until she hears the 'ding ding' letting her know Siri is ready.
"Wha- time is it?" Emma croaks, the covers muffling her question.
"I'm not sure I understand," her phone answers.
"UGH! What. Time. Is. It?" Emma enunciates exaggeratedly.
"The time is 6:51AM."
"What?" The question is obviously rhetorical, but Siri is a phone, and she – it – doesn't know that.
"At the tone," Siri replies, "the time will be 6:51AM…Beep."
"Oh my god, I hate this phone!"
"I'm doing my best, Emma the Saviour," Siri announces, and she almost sounds hurt.
Emma can't believe Regina is already up – actually she can. What Emma can't believe is that she can't get back to sleep. It's freaking Saturday for crying out loud! This should be illegal. She growls into her pillow and finally sits up in bed. If she can't sleep, she can at least get some breakfast. Regina will make her breakfast; her wife is an amazing cook. Emma smiles at the thought, her annoyance at being up so early already forgotten.
Feeling around her bedside table, Emma can't find her glasses. She checks in the first drawer, they aren't there either.
"Fuck!"
She gets up, squints at the floor and tries to find the dark blue shape that she knows is bound to be her hoodie.
Emma makes it out into the hallway no problem, but once she's there, she freezes. She cannot see anything but a blur of colours. Emma Swan is basically blind without her glasses, and not seeing is pretty darn scary.
"Regina?" she whispers loudly, mindful that Henry is probably sleeping in his room right next door. "Regina?" she tries again.
When she doesn't get an answer, Emma shuffles slowly forward, one hand on the wall and another stretched out in front of her.
"Dammit!" she growls, frustrated with her predicament. Emma curses the damn Queens of Darkness; the trio was wreaking havoc in town the day she had a scheduled appointment in Boston at a Lasik clinic, and she hasn't taken the time to reschedule.
'I need to remember to ask Regina to call for me, this is getting ridiculous,' Emma thinks as she walks down the stairs.
She inches her way into the kitchen at a snail pace, following the smell of coffee.
"Gina?" Nothing, the house remains quiet. Where the hell is her wife?
With a shrug, Emma reaches for a mug in the cupboard and grips the handle of the coffee pot. She has a vague idea of where she needs to pour the hot liquid, if she squints hard enough she can almost see the shape of the mug. Emma does it every morning, she's pretty sure she could do it with her eyes closed. She got this! Until she spills it over the rim and onto her hand, and fuck it's hot!
The mug and the pot shatter on the floor, and scalding coffee splashes at her feet.
"Fucking hell!" she cries out, shaking her hands.
"Emma, are you alright?" Regina rushes in from god knows where, worried as she takes in the scene.
The blonde whirls around and takes a step, nearly stepping on a shard of glass.
"Emma, don't!" Regina cringes and waves her hand, cleaning the mess on the floor magically. "What happened?"
"I can't see anything," Emma says oddly calmly.
"What do you mean you can't see?" Regina frowns in concern.
"I couldn't find my glasses and I ran out of contact lenses," Emma explains with an adorable pout.
"Ah, if only you remembered where you leave your things…or that you have magic," Regina drawls, rolling her eyes (which Emma totally misses). With another flick of her wrist, she summons Emma's black frame-glasses and slides them on her nose.
"There, can you see me?" Regina smirks.
Emma nods and smiles brightly at her.
"You are so much more beautiful than the blurry form that stood in front of me just a moment ago," she teases, before kissing her wife sweetly on the lips, "Thank you."
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