Hello people!
Here you have some Regina x Emma moments, but it's about their friendship and Emma's deep admiration towards the teenager that saved her.
Hope you enjoy anyway :)
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Emma was angry, and she was not ashamed to show it. She was sitting on a school bench with her arms crossed and furrow brows as she waited for Mary Margaret to finish a school meeting. She didn't move when she all her friends left with their parents and she was left alone in the entrance, nor when the high school bell rang and the older kids left their building. The little kid just stayed there, with her sight lost somewhere in the floor.
"You know," a familiar voice said. "If you have the same face for a long time, it'll freeze and you'll have it like that forever." Emma raised her gaze to meet with Regina, who was smiling at her. "What's up?" The teenager asked sitting next to the little girl.
"Grown ups suck." Regina laughed at Emma's response. "I want to go to the shore to gather shells, but Snow can't because she has some stupid meeting, dad has to work," the blonde added. "And I told them to ask you to be my nanny but you mother said no."
Emma returned her sight to the floor. Ever since she met Regina she had liked her, the little girl wanted to be like the teenager when she grew up. In Emma's eyes Regina was her flawless savior with perfect grades, awesome sense of fashion and a cute boyfriend. Yes, Regina was the perfect candidate to be her nanny and role model.
"I'm telling you, growing up sucks."
"Then we shall not grow up," Regina said. Emma looked at her confused. "We need to go to Neverland!"
Emma buffed. "You can't go to Neverland! You have boobies,"
The brunette laughed. "But inside this old woman's body a kid's soul lives." She said in a dramatic tone. "Common, Emma, let's go to Neverland!"
Regina stood up and offered Emma a hand. The blonde grabbed it and both girls started running.
"Quick," Regina hurried her. "The indians are following us, we must cross the bridge," they ran towards a little kids park where both girls climbed to reach the top of the tower. "Can you see Pan's tree house from here?"
"I do!" Emma screamed pointing a tree that Ruby and her often climb. "It's in that tree!"
"But that's too far away!" Regina over dramatized. "We'll have to fly!"
The older girl jumped from the playground and motioned Emma to jump over her. The little girl tightened her legs around Regina's waist and her hands around Regina's neck. Then the teenager started running, carrying the little girl. When they reached the tree Emma climbed first.
"Faster, Regina! The indians are close behind!" She screamed as Regina struggled to climb the tree. Good thing it was sports day and she was wearing comfortable clothes she wouldn't have been able to do this in flat shoes and skirts.
When both girls were on one of the tree's thickest branches Regina spoke. "I think we've lost them..."
"They are still looking for us," Emma faked a scared voice tone and Regina hugged her, reassuring her they'll be fine. "Where is Peter Pan?" Emma asked.
"Hook probably got him!" The teenager answered. "We need to save him!"
Emma nodded and they made a plan to get to the marina with out being noticed by the anger indians that were looking for them.
"Common," Emma whispered as they silently ran from behind one car to another one. Stopping every now and then to check if they were being followed. "We are almost there."
They reached the marina successfully and jumped into the Mills's boat, which Regina had decided to turn into Hook's ship for the game. Once on board Emma and Regina started to look around, trying to find something that would tell them about Pan's whereabouts. There was nothing on the cabin or bridge that could lead them to find the book character.
"He's not here," Emma pointed out, a little bit sad, staring at the water
The teenager placed her hands on the kid's shoulders and was about to say something when they heard voices. Panic started to grow within Regina.
"Do you think it's Hook?" Emma asked hugging Regina. Both girls knew it was not Hook, it was someone worse: it was Cora. And she was not alone, she was with Mr. Gold.
"We should go, Emma," Regina tried to hide the fear in her voice. "If she finds us here she'll rip our hearts out, literally,"
Emma swallowed and nodded. Grabbing Regina's hand and walking around the ship, trying not to be noticed. To their luck, Cora was not there to look for someone; but, much to Regina's dismay, her mother wrapped her arms around the man and kissed him, and he kissed her back.
"I didn't know Mr. Gold was your dad," Emma commented.
He was not. Cora was having an affair; she was cheating on her father, the greatest man Regina knew. The teenager didn't know what to tell Emma, she didn't know what to tell herself. The two girls watched from their hiding place as the two grown ups went into the cabin. It sickened Regina, she wanted to through up.
"Let's get out before we get into troubles," she said and, followed by Emma, got out of the boat. Her dad's boat, the boat where her mother was doing despicable things with another man. She breathed in deeply. "Common," the teenager added as she grabbed Emma's little hand and they walked towards the school.
"Are you alright?" Emma asked when they reached the same bench where Regina had found the girl some time ago.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I never liked when my mom kissed other men," the little girl shrugged.
"But you like Mary Margaret," Regina pointed out.
Emma nodded, "That's because my mother made my dad suffer, he never says anything about it, but I know it." The little girl explained, sounding too mature for a girl her age. "But when he's with Mary Margaret, he's happy. He deserves to be happy."
A single tear escaped Regina's eye. Her father also deserved to be happy, more than anyone else she knew. But how could she tell him what her mother was doing? It'd kill him. The teenager felt a warm hug, Emma was embracing her.
"You can stay with me if you don't want to go home," the blonde said. "You can be my older sister, I always wanted an older sister."
Regina smiled and caressed her head. "I can't go with you, Emma. I have to be with my father," the teenager explained. "But I'd love to be your older sister."
Emma hugged her tighter and muttered a "Thank you," to which Regina replied "You're welcome," and hugged the little girl back. But it was Regina who needed to thank Emma; because that day, when she needed the love of a close friend the most, Emma had been there for her, even if the little girl hadn't been aware. The hug they were sharing had given her enough strength to tell her father the truth, and then live with the consequences of her and her mother's acts.