Chapter six

As difficult as it was, Emma had managed to coax Regina into a wheelchair, only to face her next major challenge.

"What is that?" Regina sneered, as Emma wheeled her towards her bug.

"It's a car," Emma replied.

Regina narrowed her eyes in distrust and Henry interjected, "it's like a carriage with a motor and no horses. It's a lot faster."

Nodding thankfully at her son, Emma looked at for her reaction.

"Frankenstein said that I was in a 'car crash'" Regina continued to look at it distrustfully.

Emma cringed, "er...we could walk to your house if you like."

Looking around, Regina seemed to notice just how many cars there were, "are you suggesting that I am afraid?"

Mentally face palming herself, Emma sighed, "of course not, I just want you to be as comfortable as possible. "

"Fine, but do hurry up," Regina replied as she gestured for Emma to open the car door.

Throughout the entire car ride, Emma had to try and not laugh at how tense Regina looked, she realised just how many things she would have to explain to the queen, how was she going to take TV?

As soon as Emma had managed to help Regina out of the car and back into her wheelchair, she explained, "this is where you live."

Looking at the mansion Regina commented, "it looks awfully small."

Emma bit her lip as she thought about the small places she had lived in, "standards are lower in this world. It's the biggest house in Storybrooke."

Nodding Regina replied, "I suppose it will do."

"I set up the sofa," Henry called from the door way, Emma smiled, glad she had sent him to pull out the sofa bed.

Wheeling the queen in, she noticed as she narrowed her eyes at every framed picture and decoration.

I have a lot to explain, Emma thought, until they eventually got to the living room.

Emma smiled openly as she noticed that Henry had made Regina's new bed as comfortable as possible, probably placing three layers of blankets on it just to make the mattress seem thicker.

Knowing how happy the mayor would have been to see this, Emma hoped Henry would know that the queen would be different.

"Am I supposed to sleep on that?" she questioned.

"You're actual bed's upstairs, but Whale said that you shouldn't try and move much for a few weeks," Emma offered as she wheeled the queen as close as possible.

Regina simply sighed, and Emma felt a pang of sympathy, realising that everything Regina saw as strange was probably inciting the feelings Emma had in the Enchanted Forest not too long ago.

"Trust me you'll get used to it all soon, you can ask us anything," Henry said, and Emma noticed how unfazed he seemed by Regina's comment about the bed he had made.

Just as she settled into the bed she pointed at the TV, "what's that?"

Emma simply smiled, "you take this one Henry, I'll go get us some dinner."

Emma chuckled as she walked away hearing Henry's, "errrr..."

About half an hour later Emma returned with Granny's take out bags in hand, and she felt shock as she heard Henry's laugh.

Walking quickly to the living room she saw that he had put Friends on the TV.

"I still don't understand," Regina shook her head.

Smiling Henry pointed at Monica, "her name isn't actually Monica. She's just an actress who pretends to be someone else for others entertainment, you had plays in the Enchanted Forest, right?" Regina nodded, her face screwed up adorably in confusion, "so they write each episode of a show, record it, and then they use the TV's to show people around the world what the actors performed, this way you don't have to leave to house to watch a play."

"Who are 'they'?" Regina asked.

Henry furrowed his brow in concentration.

"Broadcasting companies," Emma answered, as she made her presence known.

Shaking her head, while still staring at the TV, Regina asked "so these are not real people?"

"No, there just actors or ermmm...thespians," Henry suggested.

Regina nodded, "I suppose it does seem more convenient, but who is powering it?"

"I think, your majesty, electricity is a conversation for after dinner," Emma laughed as she held up the bags, and Henry ran off to get cutlery.

Much to Henry's amusement, Regina spent the whole of dinner time staring at the TV, after Emma had convinced her to try the chicken salad, insisting that she had it all of the time.

Henry couldn't help but remember all of the times he had not been allowed to watch it during dinner time, no matter how much he had begged.

At the thought he was filled with sadness and regret, as he realised just how much of a good mother Regina had been.

As much as he now loved Emma, he couldn't deny the fact that she had given him away, and that Regina had loved him as her own for ten years. The more he thought about it the more he realised that Regina deserved his love far more than Emma did, but he couldn't pretend that he now had two more parents, it's not like he could ignore them for Regina. But he now knew that she deserved the mantle of 'mom' as much as, if not more than, Emma did, and he would spend every minute of every day with her until she remembered if he had to.

Just as Emma finished putting all of the dinner things away, she got a phone call, which earned a curious look from the now very comfortable looking queen.

A couple minutes later she hung up and turned to Henry, "David needs my help with the case, will you two be alright for a few hours."

Emma smiled as she saw a small half smile on the queen's face as she replied, "I suppose."