As long as you're there
Swan Queen
Author's note:
I decided to make this fic 1-5/6/7 chapters long or so. Also, I'll take my chances and throw in some Rumpbelle and some other pairings too (they'll be mentioned). Don't worry, this fic is still Swan Queen centric and all that jazz, it's just nice to mention how the people of Storybrooke are doing.
December 23, 2011
Everyone and everything in Storybrooke was ready for Christmas: heavily decorated Christmas trees in heavily decorated houses, every single radio station playing old Christmas songs, people wearing big smiles and pink cheeks. Even Regina's office was decorated, it seemed like the Mayor was in Christmas spirit as well. She was unusually kind and didn't even bother trying to make Emma's life more difficult than it already was. It was surprising to the people of Storybrooke to see them so peacefully co-existing (Mary Margaret even thought that Regina was possessed by an alien), but only Emma knew it was because of the conversation between them a month ago. Regina had probably given up trying to ''entertain'' her and the blonde was grateful for that.
She was just trying to find Archie's dog who had once again wandered off somewhere when she ran into Henry, who gleefully announced that he had figured out who Mr. Gold was. Emma was sceptical about the fairytale counterpart (''Rumplestiltskin? Wasn't he the maniac who had a daughter? Really?'') so it took a lot of explaining to assure her. When she finally sighed in defeat it was late and she offered to give Henry a ride home, also agreeing to listening Henry babble about Beauty and the Beast all the way to the Mayor's house (''Wait what? He's the Beast? But you said he was Rumplestiltskin!'' ''That's because he's both, Emma. Weren't you listening?'' ''It's not my fault fairytales are so confusing. I swear, the author of that book was a crack addict or something.'') When they finally arrived, Regina was already standing at the door, noticeably worried and Emma was mentally counting seconds until the lecture about staying out late when Henry's with her (''Oh hell no, kid. I'm not getting out of the car and near her. It's a disaster area.'') Somehow Henry still convinced her and ten minutes later she was sitting on the comfortable couch in the nicely decorated living room, holding a cup of hot chocolate Regina so kindly offered her (''If it's poisoned and I die, the beetle is yours, kid. Treat it with respect'' in response to which Henry only shook his head in disbelief and muttered ''drama queen'')
Much to Emma's delight, she was soon left alone with Regina when Henry used doing homework as an excuse to leave. He shot Emma a thumbs up one more time and rushed up the stairs, yelling ''be careful with the mistletoe'' (''Kid!'' ''Who put the mistletoe up in the first place?'') After a few minutes, Emma was the one to break the silence Regina seemed to be so comfortable with.
''So, how's it going?''
''It's going fairly well. And yourself? Devoted to your job as always?''
''Yeah, you could say that. ''
Once again, silence. Emma was so desperately searching for words but this time the brunette was the one to speak up.
''I heard you're searching for mister Hopper's dog?''
''I am. How'd you know? I'm beginning to think you have a hidden camera in the Sheriff's Department.''
''Oh, that's not the only place I have a hidden camera in. I didn't know miss Margaret had such lovely furniture.''
The blonde immediately regret taking a sip from her hot chocolate. After coughing for awhile and many amused looks from Regina who was sitting across from her, she finally cleared her throat and managed to smile awkwardly.
''She does,'' replied a very red Emma.
Ten minutes later she was already standing outside, politely thanking the brunette for the hot chocolate and hospitality to which Regina only replied that it was her duty as a mayor. For a moment, Emma saw the sincere smile again. Little did she know, she would see it again that night in her dreams.
In the morning, Emma didn't remember what she dreamt of.