You've been Swenned!
When you Wish upon a StarThe trinket felt light in her hand, ethereal, almost incorporeal; like it had lost all its weight when its purpose had been fulfilled. After they had defeated Ingrid and overcome the latest curse, Elsa had given her Anna's necklace with a soft smile and a knowing look. It made my wish come true. Maybe it can still help you with yours.
That irritating snowflake. How did Elsa figure out what Emma was just recently coming to terms with?
She held the jewel's chain and felt like an idiot for doing what she was about to do. When was the last time she had wished for something? The memory struck her like lightning: she was turning 28 and wished on a star shaped candle over a cupcake that she wouldn't have to spend her birthday alone. There was a knock on her door and her life changed forever.
She observed the little star wearily. Maybe... she was ready for everything to change once again.
Emma steadied herself and closed her eyes. "I wish..."
Her senses overloaded her at once with a familiar face, a smell of freshly harvested apples and the feeling that swept through her soul when brown eyes were gazing at her. Her stomach clenched and she was rendered speechless in an instant. Damn it.
"I, for one, wish that the Sheriff would at least pretend to work under Mommy's administration." The blonde turned so fast in search of the voice that had spoken that she almost gave herself whiplash. "Not that you worked much under me before, but at least you concealed the fact better."
As Emma remained frozen in place, unable to speak, Regina continued. "I can't say I'm not glad my entrances can still carve so deep an impression." She jested. "Henry left his 3DS at home, I brought it for you to return to him since he's staying with his grandparents tonight." She picked up the game console from her purse and placed it on Emma's desk.
"Uh, oh, ok." The blonde managed to reply, while she stealthily pocketed the necklace. She felt like a deer caught in headlights.
Regina raised a brow at her. "You seem awfully quiet today, dear. Is anything the matter?"
"No, not at all." She tried to act naturally. Tried. But nothing ever got past Regina in all things Emma.
"I see. Feeling a little rusty without a villain to defeat? Don't worry, with our inmigration rates I assume either Ursula the Sea Witch or maybe Cruella de Vil will show up in our quaint little town sooner rather than later. Hang in there, Savior." She practically winked her way out of the office.
As the door closed behind her, Emma collapsed on top of her desk. That was a close call. Was she actually about to wish for Regina to fall in love with her as the brunette was entering her department? What the hell was she thinking? That had to be a sign. It was such a petty thing, she thought, wishing for someone to love you; not far removed from concocting a love potion. She had nearly taken the easy path, the one steady as the beating drum. Nearly fell to the dark side, she concluded. She heard Anakin Skywalker's voice inside her head: is it possible to learn this power?Not from a Jedi, she muttered, picking the necklace up once again and holding it right in front of her nose.
She tought of Regina once more and she knew what she had to do. Even if it didn't end up working. Even if it was wishful thinking from her part.
"I wish that Regina would find her True Love in order to get her Happy Ending." She wished, her voice just above a whisper.
The necklace shone and emitted a rainbow-colored wave that swept through the Sheriff's Dept. and, unbeknownst to Emma, all of Storybrooke. Just as she wondered what the hell had just happened she heard a gasp and froze.
Regina was standing at the door, holding between her fingers a Zelda game cartridge she had forgotten to return, one that looked about to be dropped.
Whereas Emma was sure she was moments away from fainting.
"What did you do?" The sorceress looked frantic.
"I.. I just..." Language suddenly eluded her.
"Are you an idiot?" Regina was on her face then, eyebrows lost beyond her hairline while her eyes glided out of their sockets.
"Well, I..." She could practically hear Professor Higgins mocking her for her cold bloody murder of the english tongue.
"You knew that thing could still grant wishes?" The brunette inquired, making Emma feel like she was being attacked.
"I wasn't sure it—"
Regina interrupted her babbling yet again. "But you suspected it and still wasted your wish on someone else? Hard to believe, Miss Swan. Where's the catch?"
Emma found her footing all of a sudden. "I think you may be mistaking me for a certain imp we both know well. He's kind of sassy and has a skin condition?" She became serious. "There's no catch whatsoever, Regina. I promised you I was going to get you your Happy Ending, so I'm doing just that."
The former queen rolled her eyes into oblivion. "You and your stupid Savior Complex!" She yelled at her.
"Hey! It's not a complex if you are appointed one!" She defended herself. "Geez, do you always react this badly when someone tries to do something nice for you?"
All the anger seemed to evaporate from the brunette's features as tears welled up in stricken chocolate eyes. "In all my life no one had ever done something so terribly selfless for my sake before."
The princess' heart stopped. It just... came to a halt, without any warning whatsoever. I need a reset button, she mused, as she felt the glint in Regina's watery gaze beckoning her closer. They were having a moment, Emma knew. But then, they had had plenty before, and nothing seemed to ever change between them past certain point. For instance... she sighed, remembering the bit Henry had overheard about Regina thinking only her son and Hood didn't hate her. She was so wrong it made the blonde feel defeated. And so the moment was over and she was able to kickstart both her heart and her voice again. "I've got your back, Regina. I just wish you'd believe me." She side-eyed the trinket still in her hand suspiciously, and opted to leave it on top of her desk, considering it might still pack a wish-granting punch. Meanwhile Regina remained silent, fixated on green orbs. "Maybe now you'll start listing me among the people that don't hate you", the Sheriff quipped.
Realization hit the brunette. "How did you...?" A look from the blonde told her all she needed to know. Her little prince. Of course. "It happened in the midst of everything and I just didn't—" She tried to explain.
"You didn't think of it. Got it." The princess folded her arms and looked elsewhere. "Maybe you'll remember it from now on."
"Emma..." She began, but was unable to continue. Her eyes bore into The Savior's, and she felt like she was seeing her, truly seeing her, for the first time. Regina was struck by emotion. Emma... Emma did, had...
For her, she had...
Made a wish.
She just couldn't believe it. Emma had put her happiness before her own.
No one, ever, in all her life...
In all her life.
Tears scurried down the older woman's cheeks, unsettling the blonde. "Hey, I—I didn't mean to make you cry!"
But Regina was overwhelmed by emotions she thought long gone and could not stop crying to save herself. She surprised Emma by envelopping her in a warm embrace the blonde could never have imagined instead, with the former mayor glued to her neck.
"Why the hell do you have to be so utterly perfect?" Regina squeezed her between her arms. "I absolutely loathe you for it!" she sobbed.
"What? Oh my God that wish backfired." But then what if what if what if. What if she, if she, if they...?
"You are the best friend I've ever had." Came the trembling admittance from a still weeping former queen.
A friend. Hahaha, idiot number 3 all right. She wasn't Regina's True Love, of course. Who was she kidding? There was just no way. But they were friends. Friends. Friends was good. More than good. She could live with that, she sighed. But then she was kidding herself. She inhaled deeply and patted the former queen on the back. "As long as Maleficent doesn't make an appearance to get her title back" she taunted the other woman, desperately trying to break the spell she was under. She wasn't rusty because she didn't get to defeat another villain; she was getting rusty because she couldn't get the former villain in her arms to see Something There in her.
Aaaand she was starting to get cheesy. It was time to pick the pieces up and leave.
As they left the building together - since Regina insisted that the least she could do was buying her lunch at Granny's - neither woman realized that Emma's Lyon flower tattoo was glowing with a hue of gold just under where Regina's fingers had captured her wrist in order to carry her to their town's Diner.
