(A/N: Four down, one to go. Let me know what your favourite SwanQueen scene is!)

Where There's Smoke

This is stupid, Emma thought to herself, a frown on her face. She was standing, arms crossed over her chest, staring intently at the campfire. Or what would be the campfire, if she could only light the damn thing.

"Focus," the other woman's voice said. Emma stole a glance towards her parents and glared before returning her gaze to the fire.

The mayor, frustrated, stood. "Concentrate!" she demanded.

"It's kind of hard when you're talking in my ear!" snapped Emma, irritated at being interrupted, yet again.

"And when the wind blows or it's raining," Regina retorted, walking over to Emma's other side. "Or... someone's shooting arrows at you."

Emma seethed quietly. Regina had a point. Using magic, particularly here and now, wasn't going to be under good conditions. But Regina had actually had instruction in magic. In more controlled circumstances. Shouldn't Emma get a pass for having lived her life in a world without magic? Something about all of this seemed terribly unfair.

Regina paced back to Emma's right side. "Yes," she continued, "concentration's hard. That's the point."

The blonde kept her eyes on the would-be fire, trying to light it out of pure will.

Regina paused, trying another tack. "Find your anger," she said, "and use it to focus."

Emma bristled. "No," she stated, flatly, rejecting the suggestion immediately. "There has to be a way without going dark."

The mayor threw up her arms. "You're such a pathetic waste of ability!" she said, turning away.

"And you're a monster," Emma called out. It was low, it was petty, but damn, did it feel good. That got Regina's attention. The dark-haired woman turned back to face her. Emma prepared herself for another jab, another insult, but instead, Regina just paused and sniffed the air.

"Smell that?" she asked, approaching Emma.

"What?" she spat, caught off-guard. She hated being caught off-guard.

"Smoke," Regina said simply, pointing to the now-lit campfire. She smirked and walked off.

Emma frowned, turned and looked. She raised her eyebrow, momentarily pleased with herself for lighting it in the end. Then she scowled. Regina had been right. Again.