Hello fellow swan queen lovers,
I'm sorry about the ridiculous wait but I had a few massive projects I had to catch up on- the joys of school! It is nearly winter break so I thought what better way to spend the weeks than to write a couple more chapters.
Only a short one but I'm hoping the next chapter will be along shortly!
By the way, in this chapter I'm changing up some key details of Zelena's time in storybrooke.
Once again, thank you so much for all your reviews and follows!
I DON'T OWN OUAT
The drive back to the mansion was almost silent, the only noise was a soft orchestral piece playing on the radio. By the look plastered on Emma's face, this was not the sort of music that she wanted to cheer her up.
Regina flicked the switch and some loud irritating noise penetrated the air.
'Emma, I think it's broken!'
Emma looked at her as if she was crazy before saying:
'Gina, this is my favourite band playing.'
The half-deafened brunette uttered an apology and continued to drive in more silence.
Whilst Emma hummed along to the noise, which she refused to call music, plans of how to get Snow to let Emma back, were rushing through her head.
Even, a distraught Snow would never do such a thing to her own daughter- would she? Regina had never really bothered to get to know Emma's mother very well and really had no idea of what she would and wouldn't do. Regina sighed in distress, this could take some time.
Thank God for people like Gina, thought Emma as she flopped down into the couch. If she hadn't tried put aside the awkwardness between them and let her into her home, right now the saviour would be lying on a park bench.
However Emma would need a distraction if she was going to survive the evening without bringing up the kiss.
And right on que there was a knock at the door, maybe it was Mary Margaret coming to let her back. Emma, with no thought to how this was not her house, opened the brown wicker door to see who it was on the other side. To her astonishment it was not her mother but a tall, curly haired woman, stood with a wide grin on her face.
'umm. Hi Zelena, can I help you?'
Emma heard the loud noise of Regina's shoes coming toward the door.
'Hello, how may I help you?'
Did Regina not know this woman, she had to. She was the mayor!
'I was wondering if I may talk to you. Both of you.'
'Of course, please make yourself comfortable in the living room.'
Regina glanced worriedly at Emma and motioned for her to follow into the kitchen.
'Do you know that woman?'
Regina sounded uncomfortable and slightly stressed at the fact that there was somebody in town whom she did know.
'Sort of, Her name is Zelena and she was helping my mum with the babies. She got a little weird when Neil was born but calmed down when she found out there was another.'
Regina frowned and walked slowly toward the living room.
'Zelena!'
Smash!
A picture of Emma, Regina and Henry fell to the floor. Without thinking Emma pulled out her arm and swerved it in a circular motion to try and put the frame back together. It worked for about a second before the whole frame burst sending millions of glass shards flying around the room and one particular large piece of glass into her own neck.
'Oh God, this is my fault.'
The other woman waffled on but the words were lost as Emma sunk to the ground her throat thumping against a crimson hand. She lay flat struggling for breath.
A long silence passed, both girls in disbelief, before Zelena piped up.
'Can you heal her Madam Mayor?'
The question hit Regina hard, this crazy woman had come into her house and destroyed her picture and endangered the one person that she really cared about. Anger flourished inside as she snapped at the woman.
'No I very well can't. The only person in this town with the ability to heal is Rumple but he's gone and conveniently disappeared.'
The curly haired woman looked at Emma with a look of consideration on her face as though deciding what to eat for her supper.
The brunette was so annoyed that she couldn't do anything to help Emma this time that she couldn't allow herself to cry, she just knelt over Emma's dying body silently shocked.
This was though, only until she saw a green light hover over the neck of Emma 'til the glass shard flew back out of her neck and into the luminous hand. Regina hugged the now breathing girl before looking at a smirking Zelena with a stern expression on her face.
'Who the hell are you?'
