So, you guys are lucky and you get yet another update!

To WitchyLove14, yes, yes they are. To the rest of you, thanks for the wonderful updates.

If there's going to be any sexy times, it will be in the next chapter, so let me know if you want that or not. I'm going to write it out and see how it turns out.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did everything would be Swan Queen and nothing would hurt.

All over you, all over me,
the sun, the fields, the sky
I've often tried to hold the sea,
the sun, the fields, the tide,
pay me now, lay me down

All Over You by Live

After picking up a cup of coffee and assuring Ruby that she was fine, Emma was finally on her way to the hospital. She found a parking spot and headed inside. She quickly made her way to Regina's room, only to find it empty. She checked the bathroom but it was empty.

Emma's heart was racing as she tracked down Dr. Whale. Had something happened? Why hadn't she been notified? Finally, she spotted Whale at the vending machines.

"Dr. Whale, where's Regina?"

"Hmm? Oh, we released her," Whale said casually, bending to retrieve his snack.

"What do you mean you released her? She tried to kill herself yesterday and you just let her go? No psych hold or anything?" Emma cried.

"Whoa. Dr. Hopper talked to her. He thought it was safe to let her go. She didn't show any major indicators of depression or suicidal thoughts, and she said the cut was an accident," Whale explained defensively.

"This is madness," Emma mumbled.

She turned and stormed away from Dr. Whale. She would most definitely be taking this up with Dr. Hopper at a later date, but now, she had to find Regina. Emma nearly sprinted back to her yellow car and dove into the passenger seat. The engine roared to life and Emma sped away from the hospital, tires squealing.

Regina sat outside her family mausoleum, a half empty bottle of whatever alcohol she'd grabbed in her hand. Her stitches pulled painfully every time to raised the bottle to take a drink but it didn't stop her. She was in the same bloody clothes Emma had found her in, now covered in dirt and grass stains as well.

Her morning session with Dr. Hopper showed how little the inhabitants of this town cared about her. She was practically screaming in his face that she wasn't okay, but he ignored her. He fell into the easier belief that it was an accident. After all, the Evil Queen didn't get depressed, she got vengeance. Regina laughed aloud at the thought. She couldn't even bring herself to shower in the morning, let alone plan some complicated plot to make Snow White suffer.

For so many years, thoughts of revenge had consumed her. She'd allowed it to mask the other things her body cried to feel. And now that she'd lost everything, all those emotions were catching up with her.

Grief for Daniel, anger and pain and so many things she couldn't name at Snow White, rage at Rumpel, disappointment in herself that she'd been so easily manipulated by the imp, a whole host of emotions for her mother. Cora had been awful to Regina for most of her life, turning her away from love and other weak things, toward power. Despite Cora, Regina had found love. And then Snow White, purveyor of all that's good and right had ripped it away from her.

Henry would probably never love or trust her again. Even Emma had left her that morning, without goodbye or explanation. She had no reason to stay here. But she doubted it would get better anywhere else. She would still be the same broken, fucked up Regina. It didn't matter the location.

Emma had just finished searching Regina's house and come up empty. As she wracked her brain trying to figure out Regina's location, it hit her like a brick. The mausoleum. Emma mentally kicked herself for not thinking of that first.

After some speeding and rather reckless driving involving some shouted threats from a pedestrian (Who cares, what were they gonna do? Call the sheriff?) Emma made it to the cemetery. She only tripped once, managing to reopen some cuts on one knee and get a large grass stain on the other, Regina's family mausoleum was in sight.

Emma was relieved to see the brunette sitting on the steps, very much alive, if not also very drunk. She slowed her approach and waited for Regina to acknowledge her presence. When she didn't, Emma sat next to her.

Tears wracked Regina's body and Emma didn't know what to do. Should she hug her? Comfort her? Say nothing? Eventually Emma opted for a comforting arm around her shoulders. Regina turned into Emma's embrace and cried on the blonde's shoulder.

"What did you do with my mother's body?"

Regina had said the words so softly Emma almost didn't hear her.

"We, uh, cremated her, everyone insisted to make sure," Emma said, immediately wishing she had left that last bit out.

Regina stiffened against Emma. She pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Might I have her ashes so I can put my mother to rest properly?" Regina asked.

"Sure, I have them at the station. And I didn't mean to that part about everyone insisting, I know she's your mother and I'm sorry."

"Yes, well, you and your family seem to have made it a habit to take everything I love," Regina said angrily.

"Regina, that's not my intention. I don't want to take Henry from you, Henry doesn't want to be taken from you. And I know you'd never intentionally hurt him, but try to see it from my point of view," Emma implored.

"I don't wish to have this conversation again," Regina said, standing, "Please take me to retrieve my mother's ashes and then you can head back to your nice family and leave me to my misery."

"I'm not going anywhere, Regina. You're hurting and I'm going to help you get better," Emma said confidently.

Regina merely stared. They headed up toward the cars together and after a brief argument and Emma threatening to arrest Regina for drunk driving, Regina was seated in the passenger side of Emma's bug. Emma drove back into town at a more reasonable speed, both women silent the entire time.

After Regina stumbled getting out of the car, Emma wrapped an arm around her waist and escorted her into the station. Thankfully David was at home today. Emma helped Regina into a seat and retrieved Cora's ashes.

Regina took the beautiful container from Emma. She'd half expected to be given an old food container or the like. Knowing that Emma had gone through the trouble of preserving her mother's ashes in a lovely urn made Regina reconsider her earlier thoughts about the blonde.

While Regina was pondering, Emma managed to brew some coffee and pour them each a cup. She handed Regina a Styrofoam cup. Regina took it, their fingers brushing.

"You're staying here until you're sober," Emma said in a tone that said it was not up for discussion.

Regina nodded and Emma flopped into her desk chair. Regina watched as she surveyed the paperwork that needed to be completed and selected a small pile to work on. Regina sipped her coffee slowly, letting the black liquid work its way through her veins.

"Miss Swan, thank you, for this," Regina said, gesturing to the urn.

"No problem, everyone deserves a proper burial," Emma said.

"Yes, well, there aren't many people around here who would extend that to my mother," Regina said sadly.

"Regina, Dr. Whale said you claimed the cut was an accident…" Emma started, "I know that's a lie. I'm not going to force you to talk to me, but you do need to talk to someone, though I'm doubting Archie's skills at the moment."

Regina had to agree, the bug had barely batted an eyelash at her version of the events that had led her to the hospital. Maybe Emma could really help, surely Emma was the only way back to Henry.

"I…I want to be better, for Henry. I want him to love me again."

"Henry loves you Regina. He never stopped loving you. He was just angry and hurt, but he loves you. He wants to spend time with you. But you need to work on you first. You can't hope to be a mother to him unless you handle your own stuff. But once you do, Regina, you're going to be one of the best moms out there. Hell, you've been a wonderful mother to Henry for the past eleven years," Emma said with sincerity.

"Really? He said he still loves me," Regina asked cautiously.

"Yes. He came to see in the hospital. He said all these wonderful, grown up things, I was so proud," Emma said, smiling.

"I wish I'd been conscious for that."

"Me too. You miss Henry's words, but you hear my blubbering, funny."

"Yes well, things seem to happen that way."

Regina took another sip of her coffee and Emma's eyes fell back to her paperwork. They sat in silence until Regina cleared her throat. Emma looked up.

"Miss Swan, I was wondering if you might take me back to the cemetery so I could place my mother's ashes in the mausoleum," Regina asked softly.

"Yeah, of course."

Emma waited in the grass, leaning somewhat disrespectfully on a nearby grave. When Regina emerged, tears were still streaming down her face. Emma moved to comfort her. The reclaimed their places on the steps and Emma picked up the bottle Regina had abandoned.

Emma unscrewed the cap and raised it, "To Cora."

She took a swig and passed the bottle to Regina who repeated Emma's movements. They took turns drinking in silence for a few moments. Regina broke the silence.

"I know she did terrible things…to me and to others, but she was my mother. She just wanted what was best for me. I don't know, maybe things would have been different if she'd had her heart, but now I'll never know," Regina said, tears still flowing.

"You mean she didn't have her heart the whole time? Like, when you were a baby or anything?" Emma asked, shocked.

"No, she didn't. I suppose your mother was right in that respect, she never could truly love me."

"Wow. Shit, I thought my parents were bad," Emma said, taking another drink.

"Your parents are their own brand of special," Regina replied.

"I mean, I love them and everything and I know they wanted to be there for me, but part of me hates them for abandoning me. I mean, they can love me all they want now, but for 16 years I had to deal with the hell that was the foster care system," Emma confessed.

Emma stood and Regina thought she was going to leave, but instead she laid down on the grass.

"Come down here."

Emma laughed at the look of shock and horror on Regina's face.

"Trust me, besides, I'm not the one who spent the night on my lawn."

Regina conceded and joined Emma on the ground. They lay in silence, staring up at the ground. Emma carefully took Regina's hand and twined their fingers together. She took it as a good sign when Regina didn't pull away or yell at her.

"What are we doing on the ground, Miss Swan?"

"It's Emma, and we're watching the clouds."

"Fine, Emma, why are we lying on the ground watching the clouds?"

"Because we can, Regina, because we can."

Emma couldn't deny the warm tingling spreading up her arm. It reminded her of they day they sent the wraith through the portal. When she'd touched Regina and magic had surged through them, Emma's whole body tingled. Then she'd been in Fairytale Land and hadn't had much time to consider the fact that she'd almost had her soul sucked out to protect Regina.

Suddenly Regina was leaning over Emma. Her arms were placed just outside Emma's, trapping her under the brunette.

"Uh, Regina, what are you doing?"

"Don't talk. We'll talk later, right now, I just need to feel."

Emma stopped talking, stopped breathing, as Regina's lips met hers. The warm tingling spread through her whole body. Emma lifted her arms to wrap around the brunette and pull her body closer. Feel, Emma could do that.