The beginnings of some swanqueen finally! Thank you for reading and please review :)

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Emma fought to get into a sitting position and pushed Hook off of her.

"What's wrong, Swan?" Hook slurred.

"Look, I can't lie. You're attractive." She admitted. "But if you can only have the courage to make a move when you're drunk, this isn't ever going to work."

"But I love you. I love you Emma Swan." He managed to get this out, still largely out of breath. Emma stared at him a moment and felt guilty. She shouldn't have let him kiss her at all. He looked pitiful, kneeling on the floor like he was, Emma thought.

"I know." She said in a softer tone. "I know. I think you should go."

He looked stricken and couldn't move. He collapsed in a pile of black clothing, seemingly heartbroken. Emma tried to push him up and towards the door but was unable to shift the deadweight by herself. Her magic wasn't well-trained enough to use. She'd have to call for help if she didn't want Hook waking up in her house. She reached for her cell phone but her hand brushed against the wood of the table instead. Shit. This was not the time to lose her phone. Thinking quickly and realizing it probably fell in sofa, she felt around and eventually came into contact with the cool metal of her somewhat outdated, silver flip phone. Scrolling through her contacts, she realized she had very few people to call. She settled on Regina, but her finger hovered above the button. Hesitantly, she slowly pressed it down and put the phone to her ear.

Regina had forced herself to go to bed after failing at getting any work accomplished and that disastrous phone call. She was groggy when she woke to the phone ringing. She was so sleepy she forgot to check caller ID before answering.

"Hello?"

"Hi it's Emma." Regina shot up in bed.

"Oh hi." Emma was confused by the lack of hostility in Regina's voice.

"Listen, I could use some help with an…issue that came up."

"I'll be there in 5." Regina promised and practically leapt out of bed. Emma was stunned with how quickly and willingly Regina had responded. Maybe she was trying to get closer to Henry this way?

Regina announced her arrival with a sharp rap on the door and Emma quickly let her in. Regina was struck by how absolutely adorable Emma looked in her square, black glasses and her long blonde hair out of her usual ponytail. Likewise, Emma noticed that Regina must have literally rolled out of bed, given her silken pajamas. It was also clear that Regina hadn't bothered to put a bra on before she left. Her nipples stood erect through the thin material and Emma had to keep herself from staring. She swallowed and tried to explain her current predicament.

"So, Hook decided to stop by and…let's just say things didn't go well and I need to move him out of my house. He's drunk and sad and that's a pretty terrible combination to be lying on my living room floor in."

Regina had to hide her smile. "Things didn't work out?" She kept her eyes trained on Hook's form on the floor, but watched Emma out of the corner of her eye.

"No, I need someone with a little more self-control." Emma explained carefully. "I do believe he means well-most of the time-it just isn't meant to be."

Regina nodded that she understood. "I could move him back to his ship with magic." She offered, lifting her hands anticipating Emma's response.

"Oh that would be great!" Emma smiled with relief before adding shyly, "But actually, I'd like to try to move him myself. You'd have to teach me. I haven't quite grasped how to use my power yet."

"Sure." Regina was overjoyed at the opportunity. She instructed Emma, "Close your eyes and stand in a comfortable position." She walked up behind Emma and placed her hands on her small waist. She felt Emma stiffen a bit at the touch. Regina whispered into her left ear, "Relax, Emma. Now raise your arms just a bit and think of a memory. It must be something you felt strongly about. It can be happy, sad or angry. It's up to you but make you sure it's important to you."

In Emma's mind, various scenarios flew through her mind and she wondered which one she should pick. As if reading her mind, Regina whispered, "Go with what your heart is telling you." Emma remembered the little girl in pigtails going off with her new family, leaving Emma in the dust. She let herself feel the hopelessness of never being wanted. Even closed, her eyes stung and a tear slipped down her cheek. Regina wiped it away and gently instructed her, "Now keep that in mind, but focus on the task at hand. Picture the Jolly Roger. Feel the power in your hands. Send Hook there."

Emma felt her pulse grow stronger and stronger. She imagined Hook back where he belonged, on the water in his beloved ship. She let herself drown in the pain of believing she was an orphan for over 30 years. Suddenly, she felt a great release and she opened her eyes. Hook was gone.

"I did it." She said in shock. Regina realized she was still holding onto Emma's waist and jumped back, letting her hands drop.

"So you did." She murmured.

"How do I know that I sent him to the right place?" Emma wondered out loud.

"Did you think of anywhere else besides the Jolly Roger?" Regina asked.

"No, I'm pretty sure of that." Emma said.

"Then don't even worry about it." Regina assured her. The two remained standing just a foot apart for a moment. Trying to fill the silence, Emma rambled.

"Wow, thanks for coming over, Regina. I really didn't know who to call especially at this time of night and I didn't want to bother you after the incident with Henry but I knew you could help because you clearly know what you're doing so—"

Regina cut her off with a kiss.