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Song: Breezeblocks - alt-j

Chapter 7: Breezeblocks

She may contain the urge to run away

But hold her down with soggy clothes and Breezeblocks.

Cetirizine your fever's grip me again

Never kisses, all do you ever send are full stops.

"Miss Mills."

Regina spun around, surprise colouring her features, before her usual smile broke upon her face. Emma watched as the brunette sensually made her way across the garden (which has quickly become the setting for all Regina involved dreams) swinging her hips with a swagger only she could muster before sinking into her usual seat beside Emma on the garden swing.

"Formalities now, dear?"

Emma smirked, turning towards her fantasy-lover and pulling her into a tight embrace. To be honest, since the brunette's arrival in her classes, she has longed for the casual romantic nature of the dreams. In comparison to the half-heated, half-awkward encounters that fill the school days. Not to mention the sexual tension so thick it couldn't be cut with a chainsaw. Emma presses her lips to Regina's neck and begins a path towards her ear lobe. Before she can suck the lobe between her lips, Regina turns and presses her lips to Emma's passionately. The kiss quickly became heated; Emma felt Regina's tongue delve into her own as they fought a minuscule battle for dominance. Emma was the first to pull away, the need for oxygen overpowering that driven by the lust deep within her abdomen.

Regina let out a breathy laugh as she tucked a stray curl behind Emma's ear, her hand lingering, fingers trailing a feather-light path along Emma's cheek. The blonde unconsciously leaned into the touch and turned her head to place her lips to the brunette's palm.

"Hmm. I've missed you."

"Emma, dear, I'm here every night."

"And everyday too."

Emma's eyes widened dramatically and slammed shut when she'd realized she'd said the last sentence aloud. Emma had yet to mention the fact that Regina played a part in her everyday reality, nor that she was in fact her teacher. So maybe this wasn't the way she planned to bring it up, but now it was out there, at least she could get a straight answer. Pushing her risen hope and containing it squashed beneath her shoe, Emma chanced a glance at Regina in an attempt to gauge her emotion. The brunette's mouth was shaped in a perfect circle of shock. Not confusion. Shock. Which was answer enough.

So, that was new.

Not that it was a definite, 'I know exactly what you are talking about. Yes, I too have these dreams every night' but it definitely wasn't an, 'I'm sorry, but what the fuck are you talking about?' which is definitely a positive.

"Regina..?"

At the mention of her name, Regina closed her mouth and audibly gulped, lowering her gaze. She grasped Emma's hands in hers and gathered all her courage to raise her eyes once again to the emerald orbs that waited before her.

"About that."

Emma attempted to ignore the eruption of butterflies deep within her gut was futile. The hope she had intended to remained reigned in soared higher than the clouds in that moment, her mouth twitched as she fought to remain the ginormous smirk that teased her lips.

"I, Uh, was going to bring that up." Emma rubbed the back of her neck in an attempt to relieve the awkwardness of the situation, "Sometime, or another."

"Emma, I need you to know something. There's a reason you've – we've – had these dreams. It's…"

Regina broke off, unsure of just how to finish her sentence. Emma's gaze held hers and she searched the chocolate pools for answers the brunette was not providing verbally. Deep within Emma's head she feels the pull that acts as the telltale warning sign of the end of her time in the dream world. Worry filled Regina's features as she, too, felt the pull at her subconscious.

"Regina- "

"Emma." Regina was quick to cut her off, she needed to speak now or she was afraid she would never continue the conversation, "Tomorrow afternoon. We need to talk. It's very important, and you probably won't believe me, but I need you to trust me. I'll speak to you tomorrow, but no one can know about us, Emma. I need you to-"

Regina's voice was stopped, as if someone had simply ejected the disk, and Emma was pulled under a sheath of darkness.

Emma was running on complete autopilot. The turmoil of emotions coursing their way through every fiber of her being saw to that. Her body vibrated with the nervous energy that rolled throughout her stomach. And so she sat at the table, much like she did every morning, surrounded by her family and completely freaked out. Her eyes bore holes into the empty plate before her, as her mind riled and rocked with the possibilities the afternoon talk would bring.

And of course, as her luck would see, her brain was shooting complete blanks. Emma unconsciously creased her brow and brought her left index finger nail into her mouth, a habit that irked Mary to no end. Emma ground her teeth along the length of the nail until she could taste a faint metallic tang. It was only then that she realized she was being spoken to.

"Emma?"

The blonde's eyes tore themselves from the table and locked with the almost identical emerald of those across the length of the table. Mary's whole face was contorted with a look of concern, which was mirrored on every single face that framed the table. Emma sat straighter in her seat and pulled Charlotte further into her lap, acting as both her prisoner inside of her crossed arms and her protector.

"Sorry. I didn't sleep very well last night" not entirely a lie, but a raised eyebrow from the pixie brunette urged Emma attempt another excuse, "and I'm really nervous about this exam we have today."

And so the eyebrow remained raised.

"Right. Well, Emma. I was wondering if you could drop the younger kids off at school today? You'll have to pick them up as well; I have a meeting with the system today. They have to make sure I haven't eaten you all yet."

Emma forced her face into a smile as the rest of the kids broke out in a chorus of laughter, which almost instantly turned Emma's faux smile to that of a true nature. Her family really was quite amazing.

"Yeah, I'm cool with that. As long as you guys are?"

A pair of very enthusiastic nodding heads were her answer from both Charlotte and August and so Emma turned her attention to the, very recently filled, place to her left. Henry's eyes remained glued to his untouched piece of toast.

"How bout you, Henry?"

Henry was still coming to terms with sitting and eating at the table with the rest of the children. He could bring himself to sit and force off the feeling of fear that he still associated with the aspect of authority in the household, but he would not eat. Not until everyone had left the kitchen and he was alone. So there was progress. Just, not as much as Emma hoped for.

Henry turned his brown eyes from his plate and met Emma's in a way so timid; Emma dared not breathe in fear she would scare him. He opened his mouth to speak before his eyes darted around the table and caught those of the kids waiting to hear his answer with bated breath. His fearful eyes met back with Emma's and he gave a curt nod before looking down once again.

"Okay now that's settled. You guys need to hurry up and go get ready for school." Mary stood and collected the children's plates as they rushed off towards the bedroom.

When Emma felt disappearance of weight and warmth that was Charlotte on her lap, the whirlwind of emotions swept into her body once more. Surely Regina wouldn't wish to have the talk at school. If they were seen, she would be fired. Not to mention listed as a registered sex offender for the rest of her life. No, a move like that would be entirely too stupid. Besides, picking the kids up from elementary school meant leaving school early in order to make the 2 o'clock pick-up of Charlotte, Henry and August. It was just Emma's luck that the day Mary had booked her social workers appointment was the day that Regina had promised a talk and It was either a terrible misfortune or a blessing in disguise and she couldn't determine which was possibly the worse of the two. Then, an idea struck her as fast as a highway bound semi-trailer.

"Hey, Mary. Would it be possible if my…uh…. English Tutor were to come over this afternoon? Apparently I have yet to grasp the innate workings of Shakespeare's 'Othello'."

Well, it wasn't a complete mistruth.

"That should be fine. It will just be you and the kids though, so make sure you check on them."

"Will do, MM."`

"And make sure Henry has eaten his lunch. If he hasn't, try to get him to eat some-"

"I know, Mary"

"And make sur-"

"Mary." The tone of Emma's voice roused Mary from her rant, "I know. You know I know. Are you sure you're okay?"

Mary's eyes dropped to the sink in front of her, an invisible force pulling her shoulders down into a hunch. She let out a deep sigh before turning to face Emma, grasping a towel and binding it tightly around her fists. The silence weighed on the atmosphere of the room and fed the inner turmoil of Emma's emotions. It felt as if she were standing at the crest of a snowy hill and that any movement, even as slight as a breath, would consequent in a complete avalanche. One that would take her, and her sanity, down with it. The length of the silence was lost to Emma, so she was unsure as to just how much time had passed before Mary's voice disturbed her thoughts.

"It's stupid. I've just been having these…. Dreams."

Emma's eyes widened slightly, "Dreams?"

"Yea- well, nightmares, really. It's always the same. There's this boy – man – and a castle? And all I can remember is blood. All over me, and all over him. I remember a dagger. And I'm sobbing. Not just crying, but literally sobbing and rocking this dying man and crying about my baby. This guy was just flinging spears around, Emma, with his mind. And when I wake I am so scared Emma. I just don't understand – I'm sorry, it's stupid"

And with that, Emma's mind was reeling faster than she'd ever thought possible. For some reason, the dream was so familiar, but with no recollection of anything of the sort she had absolutely nothing to go on. Mary's head had dropped and was shaking in exasperation and Emma couldn't bring herself to speak. She wanted to comfort Mary, but the reaction of her previous emotions and those that were now squeezing their way into her already over-capacitated brain, seemed to act as an effective speech barrier of its own. And so, Emma simply walked to Mary Margaret and pulled her into a tight hug, the smaller woman's head coming to rest upon the Blonde's shoulder.

"EMMA! I'm ready! Let's go!" Charlotte, accompanied by August, came bouncing into the room. It was only then that Emma released Mary, who walked straight to kiss the top of Charlotte's head and ruffle August's hair on the way to her bedroom. "Shotgun!"

Charlotte's curls whipped through the front door followed closely by the young boy. Emma watched as Henry filed slowly out from the hallway, backpack slung across one shoulder. He offered a small smile to Emma as he passed her through the front door. Which is when she noticed the small book still pinned beneath his arm. It had taken a while to notice, but Henry had been basically glued to the book since his arrival meaning Emma had no idea what it contained. But as the saying goes, Curiosity killed the Cat. And so she let it slide.

The blonde breathed out a long sigh before grabbing her keys and back and following the children out of the front door. So far, it had been easy enough to ignore the tearstains spotted over the shoulder of her white tank. It was only when she lifted her hand to scratch her cheek that she noticed the tear streaks that marked her own face.

When in hell had she become so emotional?

It wasn't until 3rd period that Regina had begun to regret her spontaneous decision. Regina did not do spontaneous. Regina did organized, she did methodized and she most certainly did not make uneducated decisions.

Well, at least until now.

And the fact that she had allowed the words to tumble from her mouth before giving them a second thought frustrated her to no end. And that's how she found herself placing Disney's "Up" into the CD tray of the projector in replacement of the 14-year-old's English lesson. Regina just needed time to think. She desperately needed time to come up with exactly how she was going to explain any of this mess to Emma Swan. She had no idea how she was even going to bring up the subject, let alone explain it in a way it could come across as somewhat believable;

Hey Emma! You know that whole dream deal? Yeah. Turns out that, like me, you contain pure magic from the veiled world. But wait, it gets better. I've actually been searching for you for, like, 17 years with a bunch of other random people from the veiled world. You are the daughter of the two most powerful white magicians from this earth and the other and are the veiled world's only hope of recovery. Any Questions?

Regina silently shook her head in complete frustration with herself. What if Emma reacted horribly? What if she ran? If it came to that, there would be no way Regina could stop her. Or she could react like any other person would – with a quick call to the nearest hospitals' Psych ward and a quick'n'easy admission for the rest of eternity. How would the seekers talk themselves out of that dilemma?

Inwardly groaning, Regina crossed her arms on the desk before her and laid her head to rest on the crease of her topmost elbow. Maybe she could be the runner? Just dump the information into Emma's lap and hightail it straight out of there. Then she could hideout at the house and avoid the topic entirely in the dreams. Or just not sleep – whatever's easiest.

A small purposeful cough resounded from the open doorway to Regina's right. In an instant, Regina's head left the crest of her elbow and her eyes quickly surveyed the room before she turned to her new arrival. Apparently the previous groan was not as inward as she first thought - or so the confused glares of her year 8 English class suggested anyway. At the door stood the principal of the school, Sidney Glass. Great. The last person on earth she could ever want to see was her creepy, Regina-obsessed boss.

"Could I have a moment please, Miss Mills?"

"Sure thing."

Regina left her seat and trailed out of the open door behind the principal – trying her damn hardest not to act childish and drag her feat. After she made it out into the corridor, she turned to pace a few respectable steps from the doorway before continuing the conversation.

"What's the matter?" Please, please, please, do not drag this out.

"Regina. How're you liking the school? Are the students living up to Storybrooke High's grand expectations? I sure hope so. If there's one thing I pride myself on it's the achievement of our school as a whole. " So. It looks like this was going to be a long conversation.

"The school is just fine, Mr. Glass-"

"Please, call me Sidney."

Glass drew the last name from his teeth in an attempt at which Regina would assume to be sexy? Seductive? Whichever, it achieved nothing with the exception of goose-bumps that it brought to the surface of Regina's skin. The man just reeked 'creep'.

"Sidney," Regina corrected herself, ignoring the shiver of fear, "The school is surpassing the expectations." Cue fake politician-worthy smile.

"That is very nice to know, Regina." A dark skinned hand was lifted and placed on an olive forearm. Regina was frozen in shock and could do naught but watch as the hand rubbed small patterns into her flesh. "I'm glad you decided to give SBH a try."

The shivers and creep-vibes emanated from where his skin remain in contact with hers brought bile to her throat. Swallowing it down, she turned her attention from the hand and back to the man's face.

"yes, well," Regina subtlety brushed the hand from her forearm and subconsciously rubbed the 'infected' area on the length of her skirt. "Somehow, I think, I was drawn to this place like it was always destined to be. "

"MMM." Sidney took a step closer and, instinctively, Regina took a step back.

"Mr. Glas – Sidney; What have you come to discuss with me?"

"oh yes." Sidney straightened his suit and arranged his tie to perfection, "I received a phone call regarded one of your year 12 students? A Miss Mary-Margaret Blanchard called the school with a heads-up that Emma would not be able to make it to 4th period with you this afternoon. Advanced English, I believe?" a curt nod from Regina urged Sidney to continue, "Emma's carer also wished for you to know she is still available for her tutoring session this afternoon. This will be at her home at the usually scheduled time. You can pick up her home details from the front office at the end of the school day. Enjoy the rest of your day, Regina."

And then, Regina's brain took off into the spinning wormhole of everything in her life right now. Mother, Emma, The Seekers, Emma, Emma, Magic, Emma. The stress of the whole situation hit Regina like a tonne of bricks and she had to rest against the wall to center herself.

This afternoon she was headed to Emma Swans house.

This afternoon she was going to tell Emma she was the savior.

Muscle to muscle and toe to toe

The fear has gripped me but, here I go.

My heart sinks as I jump up.

Your hand grips hand as my eyes shut.