I started another fiction, I'm horrible, I know. It's.. dark so I don't know about posting it, it's already pretty far along, maybe once completed. Oh well, here's something to chew on.

Regina tapped her pen against the desk, the past few days with Emma had been most wonderful, but when she woke this morning she had the pressing feeling that something was about to go wrong. Emma had left early, she hadn't even seen her off.

The brunette had moved in upstairs, Emma felt it best since there could be other's looking for her and she wouldn't take any chances, Regina agreed of course. Living in made the work commute all the easier, and the couple had gotten to know on another on a far more intimate level.

Emma had left a not asking Regina to open up for the day, after recent events, they decided opening on Sunday would be a good notion. Turns out, they were right and as soon as the doors were unlocked at 9, consumers just flowed on in. Time flew by, and the brunette's unease had obliviated almost completely. Though, when closing time came around and Emma didn't, she began to worry.

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed the numbers she'd remembered by heart.

"Hello?" Came Emma's voice.

Relief flooded over her as she breathed out. "Emma, where have you been?"

There was silence. "Uh, I had errands." The blonde replied.

Regina arched her brow. "Is that so?"

"I'll be back soon." Emma said hurriedly and the line went dead. Regina huffed as she contemplated calling back and giving her a piece of her mind. Deciding against it, she cleaned up as she waited for the woman in question.

Emma'd left early Sunday morning, Tink wasn't due to arrive until around one, but she knew as soon as Regina sensed her angst and questioned it, she'd be in a whole new world of shit. Emma being the mutual, she'd also have to be the martyr, which was going to be chore, no doubt. So, she spent her day at the shores nearest the airport, reading and just relaxing, it might be her last chance for a while.

When the time finally rolled around to one, she'd nearly fell asleep with her book over her face to block the penetrating sun. Her phone rang, she jumped and answered it in a haste.

"Hello?" She replied groggily.

"Emma, I'm here, where are you?" Tink's voice flooded through the line.

Emma pulled her phone from her ear and checked the time, to be sure this wasn't a joke. "Shit, I'll be there in ten, meet me by baggage claim." She said, after Tink agreed she hung up and doubled over to the terminal.

Emma stood nearest the revolving claim and searched for a familiar face, she jumped when a voice sounded behind her.

"You're in my way."

"There's a whole fucking airport can't you just-" She turned to see Tink grinning wide behind her. Emma pulled the small woman into a bear hug.

"I've missed you so much!" She said.

"I've missed you, too, but I would like to breathe." Tink chuckled and Emma put her down, they stood there for a moment smiling like fools before Emma picked up her bags, and they walked the way to the bug. "God, you still have this clunker?"

"Why does everyone hate on my car? I mean seriously, it just keeps truckin' on, but I'm the only one who appreciates it's will to live." Emma countered only half-joking.

"You've had it for over a decade, and it was a piece of shit then, too. So, it's not depreciation it's just, why," Tink shook her head. "Just. Why."

"It's the principle, and I couldn't see myself driving anything else, so I guess I just don't want to let it go." Emma said, her car was the only material item she held tied any sentiment to.

"If that's how it is, more power to you." Tink shrugged.

"Thank you, I knew you'd see it my way." Emma laughed.

"This time, Swan, don't get used to it." Tink countered.

"What are you talking about? I've been showing you the light for ten years!" Emma said pulling out of the lot.

"The light? That's a bit self-righteous, don't you think?"

"Maybe," Emma sang. "But it's true."

Tink rolled her neck. "I hate planes."

"Planes hate you." Emma replied. Tink reeled back with an 'excuse you' look plastered on her face, before they both fell into a sea of laughter. "Hungry?" Emma asked after a moment.

"I could eat." Tink shrugged, unbeknownst to the blonde's real reason behind putting off going home.

"Excellent, there's this place called Marcello's, it'll blow your mind, then we could go to the harbor or this really neat place out in the mountains, you have to see it, it's only open on the weekend so it's now or never." Emma rambled.

"Emma." Tink ended. "What's going on?" She could read this woman like a book.

Emma sighed, strengthening her grip on the wheel. "Nothing, I'm just really happy you're here." She replied.

"No," Tink drew out. "There's something else, spill."

"I know, and I will, but please, just roll with me." Emma pleaded. "We just need to wait until six, we can't go back to my place until the shop is closed for the day, okay?"

Tink looked reluctant, but slowly nodded, her quizzical eyes never leaving Emma. "Okay, you can play tour-guide."

Emma smiled contently as they fell into a comfortable silence. Pulling up to Marcello's, the ever so chivalrous Emma Swan ran to the passenger's side door, opening it for Tink before she even got the chance to unbuckle herself. The place wasn't as busy as expected, and they were seated in a booth as soon as they'd entered. Drinks were ordered, and Emma sat with her hands clasped as she pressed her lips against them, she wouldn't spill her guts, she couldn't.

Tink let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes to top it off. "Is it really that big of a deal that you won't even speak to me?"

Emma tilted her head left to right in consideration. "It's more about the reaction than the situation." She answered.

"Thank you." Tink said as the waiter arrived with their drinks, beer for the two of them. "Did someone die?" She asked when the waiter was out of sight. "You're pregnant!" She slapped the table.

Emma took a long swig, then shook her head as she swallowed. "Can't you just wait! I haven't seen you in three years," Emma countered. "What's gone down in Neverland, Tinkerbelle?" Emma joked.

Tink narrowed her eyes. "You know I hate that." She said.

"Ah, come on, it's cute." Emma twirled her hair.

"It is not cute, my hippie-ass parents named me after a fairy! A testy one at that, I am not testy!" Tink's cheeks grew red, her name had always bothered her.

Emma blew out, stifling a giggle. The waiter then returned to take their orders, Emma deciding on a breakfast platter, as she had skipped the meal in her rush to be devoid of the apartment before Regina woke. Tink went for a BLT, and they both took another drink before glaring at each other in playful challenge.

Emma clapped her hands to the side, Tink's eyes averted to the noise. "Ha!" Emma pointed at her, Tink gave her a face only a sore loser could wear. "But really, I want to know what you've been up to." She settled.

"Well, if you would bother calling every now and then, you'd know." Tink muttered.

Emma scrunched her nose. "What was that? Oh, I thought I heard some FUCKING BULLSHIT!" She yelled, only to be rewarded with a slap. Being a public servant, the smaller blonde hated absurd and rude behavior, much like her former partner was displaying now.

"Eck." Tink replied. "You know I hate that."

"Duh, why else would I have done it?" Emma teased, Tink rolled her eyes. "So spill."

"Hm," She furrowed her brows in thought. "Oh my God, Emma." Tink looked up in horror.

Emma's eye's bulged. "What, do I have something on my face?" She moved to find the culprit.

Tink shook her head viciously. "No, I just realized I have no life." Emma laughed. "No, really! I haven't done anything in the past three years aside from work!"

"I'm sure that's not true, you eat, too." Emma nodded. "And sleep, and other things I'd rather not say in this eatery." She gestured with her hands to prove the point.

"Emma," She looked her dead in the eyes. "I'm old."

Emma tried not to laugh as she shook her head. "No, I will not indulge that kind of attitude. If anyone's old, it's me, I have kids! Kids!"

"It's true, though, I haven't even had sex in a year!" Emma's eyes widened.

"You are old," She put on a bitter face. "We need to get you laid, like, yesterday." Tink nodded, her features remained in a horrified trance. "Hey." Emma snapped her out of it. "It's okay, I know a few really great clubs we can go to while you're here. Foreign guys, and foreign girls, they have it all." She sang the last bit, and their food was placed in front of them.

"Okay, yes, before my crow's feet come in." Tink agreed, biting into her sandwich.

Emma smiled, she'd really missed the woman, their crazy personalities clashed and always called for a good time. Plates quickly began to become visible under the individual food mountains they'd once retained, and both woman sat back, stuffed as turkeys.

"That was awesome." Tink said, finishing off her third beer, she began to feel a nice buzz.

"Right," Emma agreed. "The kids and I used to come here all the time, but that had to end when Bae would eat enough to throw up, so after the third time," She shook her head.

"You let him eat that much three times over?" Tink asked.

Emma held up her hands in surrender. "Hey, he said he could handle it, he's my kid obviously I'm going to take his word for it."

"Oh, Emma, when do you turn twelve?" Tink sighed.

"This many." Emma said in her best baby voice, throwing up a middle finger. They both laughed, Emma paid, and they were out the door. "We still have a couple of hours to kill, want to see my favorite place?"

"Let's roll." Tink said, and they were off, Emma turning off onto a road that would lead them to the forest. The drive was scenic, but it took far longer than she'd anticipated, they arrived nearly an hour after setting sail. The increase in altitude gave the air a bit more bite, Emma had been wearing a simple Nike t-shirt, but now she swung a blue leather jacket over the top. Tink did the same, but her hide was chocolate in color.

Emma led them to a creek that rushed over loose rocks, algae grew all around, moss as well as the trees didn't allow for much sunlight, if any. The woods had an eerie feel to them, but mystical in the same breath.

"Wow," Tink sighed. "It's like magic." The sun had just began to go down, further darkening the dense landscape, and small glows illuminated the tree line. They were the webs of spiders, intact with bioluminescent proteins, the same found in the genetic makeup of light. Some glowed a soft blue, some red, and some green, the magic of this jaded world.

Emma sat on a large stump that had long since been curved into a bench, Tink sat beside her, Emma wrapped one arm around the fairy. They mesmerized in the wonders for a long while, losing themselves in the moment.

"I missed you, Em." Tink said, her voice muffled as she leaned in to breathe in Emma's scent. Emma smiled and kissed her forehead.

"I know, I missed you, too."

During the drive back, Emma began to feel the weight of her situation really pressing down on her, what did she think she was doing? The blonde stilled, she should have told Regina about Tink's arrival, she should have told Tink about Regina. A loud ringing brought her back to Earth, speak of the Devil.

"Hello?" She said timidly. Tink studied the woman driving beside her, she looked unnerved to say the least. Her phone call was clipped, and she didn't even say goodbye to whomever was on the other line.

"Who was that?" Tink asked, Emma remained silent, her eyes glued to the road ahead. "Emma." Tink said, dragging it out.

"Nope, just, you'll see." Emma said, only sounding a bit mad. Tink eyed her suspiciously, and before long they were pulling the bug into a shack-like garage. Emma jumped out of the car and opened the door once more for Tink, they grabbed her two duffles before sliding the door shut, locking it with a 'click'.

Emma went to the apartment door, only to find it locked, she fished for her keys but grew angry quite quickly when she couldn't find them. "Fucking fuck!" She cried out and stormed to the front of the shop, Tink following cautiously. Emma opened the door, it was still unlocked, she scoured for Regina, but she wasn't in sight. A light glowering from the kitchen gave way to her location, Emma turned to Tink, but before she could get a word in a voice sounded.

"Emma Swan! If you think you can get away with hanging up on me you are sadly-" Regina began to rant, but stopped dead when she saw Tink. "You." She ground out.

"Regina Mills." Tink said with equal venom in her tone. The two woman stared at each other, waiting, they didn't have to do much when firearms were simultaneously whipped out and pointed at one another.

"Woe!" Emma said, holding her hands out, trying to keep the peace. The two glared at her, she'd brought this upon them.

"Care to explain." Regina hissed, never breaking eye contact with the officer.

"Uh, look, I'm sorry, I needed her and I felt it would be better this way." Emma began, her hands lowering. "Please put the guns down, we were all civil once we can be again."

Tink let out a cold laugh. "Not a chance."

"For once, I agree." Regina said, her safety was clicked off.

Emma was starting to fear for the worse, she had to do something. "Okay, okay!" She blurted. "This is all my fault, but Regina, if you kill her," She looked for any sign of the woman she had began to love, none. "If you kill her, you'll be dead before your ears stop ringing." Regina's cold expression faltered, she turned her safety off, but the gun remained in it's wake.

"You first." She nodded towards Tink, who shook her head.

"You forget that I know you, Mills." Regina smirked at that, but their stances remained. "Emma, explain, it's time."

Emma looked lost, she had this whole situation mapped out, but now that it was happening, she couldn't think of a damn thing to say. "Uh, well," She stammered.

"Emma!" Regina warned.

"Fuck! Stop yelling at me, I'd be a hell of a lot more literate if I wasn't the only thing standing between two loaded guns and pissed off chicks!" She let out. The two holders nodded in silent agreement not to kill each other, for Emma's sake.

"Thank you, Jesus, all I had to do was have a panic attack!" Emma countered.

"Don't be so dramatic," Tink replied. Emma was about to answer with a snarky comeback when she was interrupted.

"Let's hear it, Swan, you know I don't like to wait." Regina growled. Emma took a deep breath before telling the whole story; from hiring Heather, all the way to why she called Tink to her in the first place.

By the time she'd finished, they'd migrated to the kitchen , where they were indulging in a few well deserved beverages. Tink had her head in her hand's, trying to come up with a reply.

"I can't help her, Emma, this is beyond me."

"Can't or won't?" The blonde asked.

Tink glared at the brunette before answering. "Can't, there's already a hit out on you all over the America's, even some parts of Europe, oh and Australia."

Regina let out a shaky exhale. "So I'm fucked," She hit the table. "This isn't what I wanted." She said weakly, she wanted to go back, she missed Mal, her old life.

23 years prior.

"Ow, fuck, your nails!" Regina cried as Mal began to plunge into her depth. The blonde let out a guttural noise and thrust deeper into her lover. Regina moaned at the sensation, it wasn't her first time having sex, but it was the most intense. "Mal!"

"Stop talking!" Mal used her free hand to cover Regina's mouth, the brunette licked it, winking when her best-friend-turned-lover glared up at her before diving down to get a taste of the excitement that she'd built up. She moaned into the mound, the taste of the girl was intoxicating, she could get drunk on her. Drunker than she was, that is. Regina's moans filled up the closet they'd claimed, the party raged on beyond the lacquered wood, but they were too lost in on another to notice, not until a loud bang silenced them.

"Hey!" Came a small voice. "There's no fucking in my house!" The two teens dressed and yanked the door open to a girl who couldn't be more than five foot. Mal, being over six foot in heels, glowered down to the girl in hopes of using intimidation to get her way. The firecracker of a blonde put her hands on her hips, determined to stand her ground, it was clear she was quite close to it.

"Come on, let's get out of here." Regina called over the hustle and bustle around them, she grabbed Mal's hand and they began to slither out. She turned to the girl once more. "You might want to clean that!" She called, the girl huffed and slammed the door shut.

Regina, in her drunken haze, stumbled to the car as she tried to run, Mal was not having any of that and walked briskly while keeping a stronghold on her best friend's hand.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Regina called.

"Slow down." Mal deadpanned, pulling the brunette flush against her. Lust filled eyes locked and Mal held her hand out. "Keys, I'm driving."

Regina turned her head as if appalled. "No, you're drunk."

Mal laughed. "No, you're drunk, keys, we can drive along the coast, it'll be nice."

Regina looked defeated before handing the blonde her keys, with a satisfied smirk, Mal led them back to where they'd parked the Mercedes. Hanging her head out the window, Regina inhaled the brisk air as they cruised, headed towards the coastal highway.

"I love you." Regina said, a breath.

"I love you, too." Mal replied with a smile, remaining focused on the road.

"No, no, I mean I'm in love with you." Regina confided. Mal remained silent. "Aren't you going to say something?"

"I don't know what you want me to say, Gina, you're my best friend, we fuck, and it's great, but that's good enough for me, why go complicate things?"

Regina felt an involuntary tear stream down her cheek. "Okay." She croaked.

"Okay." Mal replied, she went to grab Regina's hand, but the brunette pulled away. The driver sighed and retained her focus back on the road. The night was dark and quiet, a slight fog had settled over the small town they called home.

"Regina." Mal said, sick of the silence. "I'm sorry." She said.

Regina wanted to spit in her face, but she wouldn't. "Whatever." She settled.

"I hate it when you're like this, yell at me or something." Mal pleaded.

"Fuck you." She ground out.

"Thought we already did that?" Mal egged her on. Regina had had enough, she had a sudden lapse of judgement and punched Mal hard in the arm, causing her to jerk off the road. It happened so fast, but it was in slow motion all at once. Luckily they'd been the only car on the road or else they would have been done for. The sleek sports car rammed right into a tree, airbags popped and sent them back into the leather seats. The front windshield had smashed with the impact, sending glass into the cab, Regina tasted blood, she moved her hand to her upper lip where there was a wound just oozing the cooper tasting fluid.

"Mal?" She said after she came from her stupor. No answer. "Mal!" Again. Regina stumbled out of the car and with minimal falling, made way to the driver's side where her friend lay limp. "No, no." She whimpered.

Mal had a large shard of glass jutting out just below her collar bone, but other than a few nicks and scratches that was the only superficial injury.

"Mal!" Regina cried, she gasped and ran back around to the other side, she had a phone in the car! She could call the police! Wait, no! Mother would kill her if she knew she had been at a party and not studying like she'd said. Regina stood and held her hair back with both hands on her head, she tried to compose herself.

The young girl fell back against the car and wept, she didn't know what else to do, but there was a light. Was she dying? Regina pinched herself, then one light became two, a car! The girl stood and waved over the vehicle, hoping it wasn't some kind of murderer. A green Taurus pulled up, and out popped the little girl from the party.

"You!' She accused, but saw the wreckage and immediately softened. "What happened?" She asked.

"You have to help me, my friend, she's-she's not moving, please." Regina pleaded, grabbing the girl's hands. "Please." She cried.

"Okay, let me see her." The girl decided.

Regina let out a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. "Thank you, this way." Regina still clasped the small hand as she dragged it's body to where Mal lay.

The girl pulled out a small light and flashed it's rays into Mal's eyes. "She's still alive, her brain is functioning, but that could have punctured a lung." She pointed to the shard. "We can't risk moving her, I'll go get help." She said and went back to her car.

"Wait!" Regina called, the girl turned. "I'm scared." She began to cry again.

"Hey, I'll be right back, she needs you." The blonde pointed to Mal. "Okay?" Regina nodded. "I'll be right back." She said again and hurried to her car, gone in a flash.

As soon as she heard sirens, she ran. She ran fast and hard into the woods, she couldn't be there all drunk and wet from tears. No, so she ran. When Regina finally came to a stop outside of her Sister's house, she was already bawling. Zelena pulled open the door, ready to kill whoever had just woken her and her newborn.

"What!" She yelled in her slight accent. "Regina?" She asked, much softer.

"Sissy, I-" Regina stuttered, but couldn't finish. the tall red head pulled her into the dark house with a look of concern and shock on her face,

"Regina, look at me, baby." She grabbed her face so she would look her in the eyes. "Have you been drinking?" She asked, the girl nodded in shame. "Okay, it's fine, you weren't driving were you?" She asked, her sister cried harder.

"Mal, no." She whimpered. "I left her, I left her!" She began to pinch herself in the arm, so hard it drew blood. Zelena grabbed her wrist, putting an end to that.

"What are you talking about, tell me." She demanded, Regina went on to tell the story up until she ran off, unknowing if her friend was dead or alive.

"I was so scared, Sissy, I didn't want to get in trouble," She looked up at her sister, eyes wide and glassy. "You won't tell Mother, please." She shook her head so fast Zelena thought it might fall off. "Please don't tell Mother."

The red head pulled the hysterical girl into a tight embrace just as a wail came from up the stairs. "No, I promise. Stay here, I'll be right back." She planted a kiss on her forehead before hurrying up the steps to where her daughter Raven cried.

Regina was suddenly very self aware, she looked around the kitchen as if it were the first time she'd ever seen it before. As she tried to stand she nearly fell of the stool, landing on her knees she continued to cry, unable to stop as she heaved. The vomit threatened in her throat, and when she thought it had subsided, it all just came flooding out.

Zelena trotted down the stairs, picking up the pace when she saw her sister vomiting all over the tile. She rushed over to her, pulling her hair back so she could just have at it, the worst was already through, her husband wouldn't mind cleaning it, he never minded before.

"Sh," She cooed, rubbing the small girl's back. Regina ceased vomiting for a moment, she saw the mess she made and turned to her sister with a look of pure sorrow.

"I'm so sorry, can I clean it?" She asked, Zelena shook her head and led her upstairs to the bathroom, she ran a cool bath and urged her sister to strip and get in.

"I don't want you to see me naked." She said, Zelena only laughed.

"Leave them on if you like, but I'm not leaving you in here." Regina nodded and stripped anyway, she settled in the tub and let her sister wash her hair, she had began to drift off when she heard the suckling noises of the drain. Zelena had a towel prepared for her, she stood and allowed her to wrap her up, she was led to the bedroom.

"You can sleep with me, Robin works nightshift. Regina nodded and curled up next to her sister, another tear fell ran down her cheek as she fell into a haze.

This flashback is not my best, nor this chapter, but it's long! Hope you enjoyed, I love reviews (;