Emma was out of it, she'd gone in and out of consciousness, but couldn't put in place how long she was out for. She remembered bits of pieces of what she presumed were the next events that occurred after she totally tumbled over into enemy arms. She was completely vulnerable and unable to control her body or will herself to fight or run away.

Emma had vague recollection that in her dreams she'd been quite good at running away, but she stood her ground when it mattered. It didn't matter anymore, she was surely going to die and leave Henry an orphan and her poor parents vulnerable to the Queen's terror filled reign anew.

She had been half carried half floated by magic into a warm bed. A warm wet cloth gently dragged across her mouth, presumably cleaning off the very unladylike telltale signs of her not!raspberry consumption.

"She's always had a hearty appetite, you should see her taken down a burger and fries—three bites and it disappears," Regina laughed softly with an air of fondness that confused Emma further.

She was completely helpless and subject to the will of the Evil Queen and to make matters worse the Dragon, Maleficent was with her. Everyone knew that she was arguably just as bad if not worse than the Evil Queen was!

Emma's parents had a long and harried history with both fallen queens and it was very stupid of her to seek out Regina. That much was clear even in her diminished and incapacitated state.

"Do I detect affection for this daughter of the Charming's?" It was Maleficent who mocked Regina, as they traded heated barbs and questions of what horrible fate she'd meet, right in front of her.

"Leave us be, Mal. I've got this," Regina's voice went hard as she sent the dragon away from wherever Emma had been taken to.

"You're going to torture her? Take her to the dungeon and put her in shackles?" Maleficent was riffing and throwing out ideas. "No…sexually defile the pure little angel? That sounds kind of fun. Let me help!"

"Please—please," Emma swallowed, her mouth felt incredibly dry and her voice was weak.

"Why does everyone assume that I want to sexually…? -Never mind, I don't want to know. Mal, please, leave us now."

"Fine, I have things to do anyway, but you better tell me all of the details tomorrow," Maleficent finally left the room, and Emma relaxed a bit. The Evil Queen had a very strange and nurturing energy that lulled her.

"Ssh, Emma, go to sleep…." Regina murmured and she felt her fingers brush across her forehead and stroke her cheek. "No one will bring you harm. You're safe now with me, and I'm going to wake you up from this dream and make you remember..."

Every fiber in Emma's being cried out at that audacious lie, but she couldn't find the strength to protest and fight. She was suddenly so tired, circling the edge of consciousness and having her hair stroked like that always put her out like a light-but it was the Evil Queen stroking her, how could she?

That was the last sense of feeling she could remember: The Evil Queen petting her in bed until she fully passed out.

She opened her eyes slowly, moaning in pain at the harsh sunlight as she became aware of a painful headache and permeating nausea deep in her rumbling belly.

"Owww," she grumbled, and for one blissful moment she was only aware of her physical discomfort, but that was quickly replaced with emotion. She woke up in a strange bed, feeling ill and quickly came to realize she was not alone.

"There's a bucket by your side of the bed if you're going to be sick," the groggy yet unmistakable voice of the Evil Queen informed her, and Emma felt the mattress dip as another body rolled over and shifted next to her. "And 3, 2, 1.." Regina counted down.

On cue, Emma felt bile rise in her throat and she leaned over the side of the bed, finding the promised bucket and emptied the contents of her stomach. It was very unprincesslike to puke in front of a stranger, but she couldn't help it. Besides the last thing she should worry on is appearing 'royal' whilst sharing bed covers with her arch nemesis.

A few minutes later, she was panting to regain her breath and her head was pounding worse than ever, Regina directed her to the fur draped night stand where she found an inviting glass of water and two small foreign looking beans.

"I magicked you up some Tylenol, swallow it and wash it down with the water," Regina said as she propped herself up to rest on her elbow and watch Emma closely.

"It's a trick…I know how you choose to poison your victims…" Emma admonished her and folded her arms across her chest in defiance. To her shock, Regina just rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Please, I have no need to poison you by way of fruit, Emma. Looks to me like you did that all on your own," she looked at her in a pointed way, and nodded toward the water and pills.

Emma drew in a breath, her mouth tasted foul, and she could use a drink, "What does Tylenol do to me?"

"It's medicine. It will relieve your headache," Regina explained patiently as she sat up in bed and stretched. "Since you're being so stubborn, and this is going to take longer than I thought to get you back to your old idiotic self, I used some magic to improve the amenities around here."

Regina left the bed, and Emma watched her closely. She was wearing a silky night garment and her long smooth, curvy thighs were practically bare. The Evil Queen was quite indecent and Emma gaped at her before quickly looking away when Regina caught her and shot back an uncomfortable looking smile. The matter was resolved when she slipped into a furry robe and tied it at the waist. Then she disappeared behind a door.

A few minutes later the Queen emerged looking refreshed. "You can use the bathroom, let me know if you can't figure out the toilet or shower, I'm sure you're not accustomed to modern plumbing."

"Excuse me?" Emma sat up fully and eyed the Tylenols on her bed stand. Her head really did hurt, and maybe if she took the tablets she would gain the Queen's trust and she'd be released?

"Where we come from- it's called a 'land without magic' but indoor plumbing and running water is a marvel no matter what realm you're in," Regina shrugged mischievously and watched as Emma decided to take her chances. She took a long drink from the water glass and quickly swallowed the pills.

Then she waited with wide eyes, frozen in fear for whatever spell to take effect.

"I don't feel any different," she said, feeling puzzled as she touched her face and stomach just to verify that she hadn't transformed into a mongoose or anything.

"It will take about 30 minutes to kick in," Regina crawled back into bed and Emma quickly crawled out to get away from her. "Until then, go wash up. You're filthy from traipsing through the woods last night. I can't believe I let you into my bed like that."

The audacity of the Evil Queen to judge her for being dirty! Emma snuck up her nose, "I didn't ask to sleep in your bed…"

"Yeah, you did, believe it or not," Regina grinned, her eyes alight, as she mocked her, "I'm so sleepy your majesty, please let me rest my head…"

"I did not!" Emma was aghast as she realized she didn't remember much of the night at all…the berries and the Queen stroking her hair…

She had a lot to ponder as she dashed into the bathroom, to hide her blush and embarrassment from Regina.