HELD ONTO YOU
A/N: Too angtsy for your liking? tehehe... It's swendgame. I promise. I'll be away again. Job and all. But 4 more chapters to go and I'll get it done before I leave. ;)
Please listen to If You're Gone by Matchbox 20.
I ain't a writer. Unedited. Not Beta'd.
Disclaimer: OUAT, the characters and the songs/lyrics belong to their rightful owners, who obviously are not me.
I think I've already lost you
I think you're already gone
I think I'm finally scared now
And you think I'm weak, I think you're wrong
I think you're already leaving
Feels like your hand is on the door
I thought this place was an empire
And now I'm relaxed and I can't be sure
Flashback
The blonde walked up to a stool at the bar counter. "Hey, Rick." She greeted the bartender before taking her seat. The said man behind the counter nodded at her with a knowing smile, taking note of the detective's usual. Emma looked around the bar, looking for familiar faces then she glanced at her bandaged arm, suspended by a white sling. She wiggled her fingers slowly, trying to get rid of the slight numbness.
"How's your hand?" Neal took a seat next to the blonde before tapping on Emma's bandaged arm.
"Ouch, you bitch!" Emma yelped loudly and withdrew her arm away from the man. "Shit, are you trying to kill me, dude?!"
"Nah, you'll live." Neal laughed at his best friend. Emma sent him a death-glare. "Chill, can't you handle a little crack, sprain and scratch? Is the bullet still in there though?" Neal asked derisively and the blonde scoffed.
"You're taking over my damn case."
"So, you heard."
"Of course, you idiot! I've been working on that case for months."
"We. We've been working on it together for months but you got injured. What are we supposed to do? Taylor needs you take a break, so…"
"Taylor is an asshole. Where were you last week? I was shot and you weren't even there! Suddenly, you get to take over the case. He gives you the whole mission! How is that fair to me?!"
"I am sorry, Emma. Something came up. I thought that Taylor already told you."
"Where have you been, dude?"
"Why? You already miss me?"
"Miss you my ass." The man laughed. "Really, man! Tamara was looking for you. She called me last night asking for your whereabouts. I told her that I had no idea. Three days ago was the last time I'd seen both of you when I was still hospitalized. I think she was so pissed off because you didn't pick up your phone at all. So you'd better do something about it."
"An old friend came to visit me."
"Right." Emma scoffed at her friend. "I never thought that you have an old friend. Do I know the person?" Neal looked at the blonde knowingly. He ignored her question.
"Hey Emma, have you ever thought about our hometown?"
"What?"
"You know, thinking about going back there maybe for a visit or something?"
"What are you talking about?" Emma looked away from the man. "I left that place years ago. Why would I want to go back there?"
"Well, we still have our family there, right? There are people who we're still connected to. Don't you have someone you cared so much about, Emma?"
"Nah, I think David is good on his own."
"Are you sure there's only David?"
"What are you trying to say, Neal? Why suddenly you are so interested with that place?" Emma glared at her friend. "You know, you have been kind of weird for months now. You keep on missing for days or even weeks. What are you not telling me?" Neal laughed softly.
"I don't know. It just that sometime I feel like I'm missing something in my life. I wished that I could turn back time and fix all the wrong things I've done."
"Oh damn! You're having a second thought. Is this about your wedding? I'm calling Tamara right away. I think she is just done with her shift and already on the way here." Neal laughed at Emma's dramatic expression.
"No, I'm serious, Emma." Neal said as he stared at the woman. "I'm not having second thought about my wedding at all though it does give me the chill but this is really not about that. I am actually thinking about our hometown. I am thinking about the people there. We have our family there, Emma."
"Stop this bullshit, Neal." Emma said as she stood up. "I don't know what is going on in your head right now but I am all fine and I don't need to be reminded about that place. I don't have anything else there." Emma gave a noticeable bitter smile at her friend. "Good luck with the mission anyway, dude." The blonde then walked away leaving Neal alone and little did she know that it was going to be the last time she ever saw him.
It was a cloudy day and Emma purposely showed up late at the funeral. She really could not face anyone at that moment but as Neal's best friend, she just wanted to pay her last respect. She decided to stand quite far at the back, secluding herself from everybody else, watching the ceremony through her dark shades but was not really paying any attention to what the pastor was saying. The young detective sighed with her fists clenched at her sides, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to leave her eyes. Emma silently cursed herself and kept blaming herself for Neal's death. "How could you do this to me, man? It is supposed to be me." She mumbled under her breath with a malevolent grin. "Why on earth do you have to go first? Neal, you're an idiot." Emma finally could not keep her tears from spilling out. She removed her shades and wiped her tears away. She hated funeral. She took a glance at the people around her, hoping that nobody saw her teary eyes and then she saw her superior. For some reason, she wished that she could punch the man on his face.
The detective took a deep breath and walked away from everyone. She walked slowly through the trail of the cemetery until she reached the end of the cemetery and halted at the side of a road. The lonely woman blank stared at the road before her. All she could feel at that point of time was completely nothing. Emptiness. Emma dried her eyes before putting on her shades and adjusted her sight, squinting at the view in front of her. She turned around to look at the ceremony that seemed to be already ended and all the people were leaving. The detective really wanted to avoid her colleagues, thus she decided to get away from there. Her step was stopped abruptly when she saw a man, a familiar man in a black suit, with a cane and a black hat standing at the far end of the cemetery, looking at Neal's funeral.
Emma observed the man for a while before deciding to approach the man. The detective walked subtly towards the man, hoping that the man would not notice her reaching him.
"Emma?"
The blonde was startled by the familiar voice. She slowly turned around to face the owner of the voice.
"Tamara." Emma was so hesitated to say anything at all. She walked up to the other woman instead and hugged her. "I am really sorry."
"I am sorry too, Emma. I know how close you two were." Emma had been avoiding that the whole day, people offering their condolences. The blonde pulled away from Tamara.
"Tammy, we were good friends but we even hardly talked to each other lately…"
"He cared so much about you. About a week ago he said something about visiting his hometown and how much he wanted to drag you along with him." There was a sad smile on Tamara's face. "I am thinking of visiting his hometown to tell his family about his… Maybe you can come…"
"No!" Emma quickly interrupted Tamara's words. "I am really sorry, Tamara. I am not going back there. I am sorry." The tall blonde turned around and walked away, leaving the startled woman. Emma walked as fast as she could, trying to avoid any familiar face along her way. However, she was hoping that she would bump into the man with the walking cane from a while ago. The blonde rushed to the spot where the man was standing but clearly he was already gone.
"Who the hell are you?"
Emma got out of her car that was parked by the side of the road right in front of the Mills' mansion. She stared at the luxurious mansion for a while before walking towards the front porch. The blonde pushed on the doorbell and stepped back from the door, putting her hands inside the pockets of her jeans. She heard the click of the door being opened.
"Hi Dr. Mills." Emma greeted the woman in front of her with an awkward smile. Somehow, she was glad that it was not Regina.
"Good morning, Emma. Please come in." The lady said politely.
"No, it's okay. Can you just tell Henry that I'm waiting for him in my car?"
"Sure." Emma noticed that there was a pause before the older woman responded and realized that Cora was observing her gestures.
"Thanks." The blonde said with a smile.
"Wait Emma. How are you?" Emma was about to turn around when Cora stopped her. The young detective inhaled deeply but tried to be subtle in front of the matured woman.
"I'm fine, ma'am. Thanks."
"That is good. I was just wondering because you didn't stay for dinner last night."
"Oh sorry, I just had something to do last night and I didn't want to bother you all."
"That is ridiculous, dear. You're always welcome in this house." Emma chuckled nervously at that. "Plus, I'm very sure that you're not on duty or anything. It was so obvious that Regina was not amused by your sudden disappearance last night." Suddenly the blonde felt like her heart was pounding so hard and her stomach was in knots. "I know my daughter so well more than she knows herself. When I looked at her expression last night, I realized that I've seen it before." Cora looked at Emma and the blonde felt so anxious. "It was the same exact expression that she had ten years ago when you left the town."
Emma eyes widened. Cora smiled and gently took the blonde's hands into hers. "Emma, you know my daughter too well. You've been her best friends for years and I was so grateful that you were always there for her. Regina, she is the kind of person who would put everyone else's happiness before her own. I'm so proud of her but I really don't want to see her getting hurt." There were tears in the lady's eyes and Emma was so speechless at that moment. "Emma, this past few days were blessed. You make my daughter happy. Since you're here in this town, I get to see her beautiful smile that she used to have a long time ago."
Emma smiled and she was so touched. "Dr. Mills, I don't think that I…"
"Yes, it is you, Emma. You've been protecting her and she cares about you all the time. So, please talk to her. I always know that you're the right person." The doctor said as she gave Emma's hands a gentle squeeze.
"Dr. Mills, I really don't know if I could do the right thing." Emma felt defeated.
"I know you, Emma. I trust you." Cora patted the younger woman hands before letting go of them. Emma looked at Cora but was way to speechless to say a word.
"Good morning, Emma." Henry's voice interrupted the silence.
"Hey, kid." Emma smiled at her son.
"Hello, Henry." Cora said to her grandson before pulling him into a hug. "Have you had your breakfast?"
"Yes, I'm ready to go now." Henry beamed at Emma. "Emma, aren't you going to say hi to mom first before we go?"
"What? No, I think…" Emma stuttered and she noticed the expectant look on Cora's face. "Maybe later, Henry. We don't want to be late. I mean, I have the whole day. I'll see Regina later today and I'll talk to her." Emma said to her son but the last sentence seemed to be directed to Cora instead.
"Goodbye, grandma." Henry said to Cora happily and before pulling Emma by the hand towards the blonde's bug.
"Have a great day, you two." Cora said to the mother-son duo and Emma gave the lady a small smile.
"Thanks." And she meant it.
"Mom told me that you two had a sleepover at your summer house." Emma could feel the flush spreading up her neck and into her face. "That was so unfair. I want to have a sleepover at the lake house as well."
"She told you that? A sleepover?"
"Yes, because she wasn't home yesterday morning and you didn't come to pick me to school as well. So, I asked her last night." Henry turned to look at his blonde mother. "And she had the same reaction as you did just now." Emma glanced down at her son quizzically. "Her face turned red. She was like blushing just like yours just now." Emma eyes widened and again she felt the hot flush on her face.
"I do not blush!"
"Yes, you're blushing now! Look into the mirror, Emma!" Henry pointed at the rear-view mirror.
"Whatever, kid. Shut up." Emma could really feel that her face was burning. Oh who am I kidding?
"So what were you two doing there?"
"What?" The blonde recalled the memorable night she had with Regina at the summer house and she was sure it was something that should not be shared with a little boy.
"I asked what were you and mom doing there, in the summerhouse. Mom didn't want to answer me just now."
"Kid, how could you be asking that to your mothers?"
"What is wrong with that question, Emma?" Henry asked his blonde mother exasperatedly.
"Well, it is not wrong but… You know what? Don't ask anything."
"You are really weird."
"Shut up, kid."
"Wow, he said that? That sounded so thought-provoking. I knew that Graham is such a creeper." Ruby blathered while sweeping the sidewalk in front of the diner. The blonde who was sitting on a bench nodded at her tall friend. That morning, when Emma walked into the diner, Ruby decided to stay outside instead. She really did not want to cause anymore weird hassle with her blonde friend in there. So, after she made Emma her usual breakfast and put them in a paper bag, the two women walked out of the diner. The blonde took a sip of her coffee and gazed at the road in front of her. "But I think whatever that Graham guy said…" Ruby trailed off when she noticed a glare that Emma directed towards her.
"What? I think what he said was sort of true." Ruby shrugged off, ignoring the blonde's glare. "I totally understand him. He was just being protective over his, well, bride-to-be."
"I know, Rubes. You don't have to tell me that."
"Well, I don't know much about the guy but I guess he isn't the bad guy. I mean, he loves Regina so much…" Ruby said in a nonchalant manner and Emma groaned at that. "And he cares about Henry. That is definitely a good thing."
"Hey, you're supposed to be on my side!" Emma stood up with her hands on either side of her waist.
"I'm trying here, Emma. But the guy has more points than you."
"Hey, what do you mean? I have so many points as well." The blonde said with so much smugness and the tall brunette laughed so hard at that.
"Oh yeah? And what are they?" Ruby walked up to her friend. "Are they include tongues and stuffs?" The brunette teased her and Emma was so annoyed by her friend. They did not aware that there was a man standing behind them.
"Excuse me, Detective Swan." The man's voice suddenly interrupted the two friends. The women turned to look at the owner of the voice and both of them were so surprised to see Professor Gold. The man eyed at the two women and Emma could not help noticing his judgmental mien.
"Yes, sir." Emma said with raised eyebrows.
"Neal, he worked with you."
"Yeah, sort of." Emma hesitated. "He wasn't my partner but we were in the same unit."
"I heard the story. He replaced you in a mission." The blonde stunned upon hearing the man's words. "You were injured and he had to replace you in a mission that took away his life." He shook his head. "Such incompetent fools. All of you." The man spat. Emma's eyes widened at that and she could feel the rage bubbling in her chest. Ruby glimpsed at her friend, worried that Emma would beat the hell out the devious old man.
"I wonder what he was thinking when he decided to leave the town back then. What an embarrassment!"
"Well, you kicked him out, remember?" Emma raised her voice. Her hands clenched in fist by her side.
"Emma, don't." Ruby placed her hand on her friend's shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess we all made mistakes, right detective?" He asked and Emma stammered. "Anyway, he's gone now. Maybe someone needs to prove me that I was wrong." He sniggered at the blonde. "Prove me that I was wrong when I kicked him out. Prove me that your knack is worth his life. Prove me that he didn't regret his past life." Professor Gold said in a mocking way but the blonde noticed his gloomy appearance that he failed to hide
"What an asshole." Ruby murmured. Emma kept on watching the man until he disappeared into the diner. The blonde felt like she was being stabbed and she wished that she could defend Neal's honor. Somehow, she also pitied the old man. Emma already had too much drama to deal with.
The blonde stood in front of the city hall and tried to remember how it was like when she last saw it. After a while, Emma took a deep breath before walked up to its entrance, flashing her NYPD badge to one of the security guards who nodded at her knowingly with a small smile before the detective could say anything to the man. "Thanks." She said to the man and she wondered if the guards knew her at all. She walked through the entrance of the city hall into its main lobby, ignoring all of the curious eyes on her. The blonde noted the reception counter after she stepped into the lobby and walked towards it.
The receptionist behind the counter immediately noticed the blonde's presence. Emma realized that there was no one else in the main lobby. She assumed that it was most probably because of the lunch hour. The raven-haired receptionist with a notable streak of white hair and a pair of thick glasses perched on her nose smiled as the blonde approached her.
"Good afternoon, Detective Swan." The receptionist stood up when Emma reached the counter. Emma returned the smile despite her surprise when the woman mentioned her name. She glanced at the counter top where a desk sign displayed the receptionist's name. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" The woman asked politely but Emma noticed the flash of a small grin on her face.
"Well hi there ma'am, I mean Mrs. Feinberg." Emma was suddenly interrupted by the receptionist's sudden burst of laughter. The blonde looked quizzically at the woman who had one hand on her stomach while laughing out loud.
"I'm really sorry. There goes my formality. Gosh, I shouldn't laugh but I just can't help it. Regina will kill me if she saw me right now." The woman tried hard to calm down and talked between her laughter. Emma knew that she should be offended by the receptionist's action but she somehow felt amused by the woman's laugh. There was something familiar about the woman. "By the way, it's Clara, Detective Swan." She pressed on the last two words.
"Excuse me?"
"You can call me Clara, honey. You don't have to be so formal now." Clara walked around the counter and stood next to Emma. The blonde turned to face the other woman. "Wow, it has been so long, hasn't it?" Clara said in awe.
"I think so." Emma said confusedly and the woman in front of her snickered. "No, actually I mean… I wanted to ask… Do we know each other?" Once again Clara burst out laughing. What the fuck is wrong with this woman. Emma really was speechless at that moment and although she felt annoyed, she found that Clara had a contagious laugh. It was so familiar. If only she was not so nervous to see Regina, she would be laughing as well.
"Of course I know you, honey. You're Emma Swan." Clara inhaled deeply and shook her head. "Well as I said it has been so long since we last met anyway. When you last saw me, I was kind of blonde. Or maybe this glasses. I'm wearing them to match my purse." The raven-haired woman removed her thick glasses from her face and she offered her hand to the blonde. Emma reached out her hand and shook the woman's hand tentatively. "Hi Emma. It's me, Clara Feinberg and we used to be in the same art class back then." The woman said with a familiar grin. The blonde's eyes widened at the revelation.
"Holy cow. The devil!" Emma said before pulling her old friend into a hug.
"Yeah, the devil. Holy cow." Clara said returning the hug and gave a small pat on the taller woman's shoulder. She pulled herself from the embrace and looked up at the blonde woman's face. "You haven't changed at all, Emma. Well, you used to be that bothersome brat but you really are the same you." Emma chuckled at that.
"I doubt that, Clara."
Clara walked around the counter to get her faux fur cardigan on her chair and her purse behind the counter. "If you're looking for Regina, I think she is coming down now. We're planning to get our lunch together. You can come with us. I don't think Regina would mind." The woman sniggered.
"I am… not… How do you know that I'm looking for Regina?"
"Why else are you here for?" Clara raised an eyebrow at the blonde.
"I don't know." Emma stammered. "This is a city hall. I could be looking for somebody else. The mayor for example." Then the blonde was again interrupted by Clara's brash laughter.
"Oh don't give me that, Emma. I know both of you too well."
"What is going on here? Clara, I could hear your voice from miles away." Emma was stunned by the familiar alluring voice and the clicking sounds of heels came approaching the pair at the reception counter. "What are you…?" Regina's voice trailed off when she saw the blonde.
"Regina. Your best friend is here." Clara beamed at the brunette.
"Yes, I can see her clearly, Clara." The brunette said to the receptionist but her gaze was fixed on the blonde.
"Hey." Emma greeted her friend with her witty smile.
"Clara, why don't you go first? Kathryn is already waiting for us there."
"Sure." Clara eyed at the two friends questioningly. "I see you guys there." She said with a singsong voice as she walked up to the exit of the city hall, waving happily at the two women.
"What a ray of sunshine"
"Yes she is." The brunette said as she placed her hand gently on Emma's arm making the blonde shivered at the sudden contact. "Now, come with me." The smaller woman pulled Emma effortlessly by her arm and the blonde compliantly let Regina led her walking across the lobby hallway towards one of the elevators and the corner end of the lobby.
"Where are we going?" Emma asked when they were in front of the elevator. There was a ding sound of the elevator immediately after Regina pressed the button to go up.
"My office." The brunette said as she walked into the elevator, not even looking at the other woman.
"Uhm, okay." Emma diffidently walked into the elevator. Alone in Regina's office. There is no one else there except for Regina. This can't be good. What the fuck, Swan!
"We're here." Regina's sultry voice suddenly pulled the blonde out from her wayward trance. The blonde realized that she did not even notice the elevator was moving at all and the sound it made when it arrived at the top floor of the city hall. She cursed herself for having all the unnecessary thoughts. Emma quickly walked out of the elevator and followed the brunette walking through a hallway towards one of the doors at the end of the hallway. When they reached in front of a door with a sign that displayed 'City Attorney', Regina swiped her access card over the door panel and pushed the door opened.
"What are you doing here?" The smaller woman asked when she walked into her office.
"I want to see you." Emma followed the other woman, leaving the office door wide opened because, well, she believed that her willpower was not strong enough and Regina's pencil skirt was hugging the brunette's bottom perfectly. And is it legit to wear such revealing white blouse in the city hall?
"Emma, if you want to talk about that night, I don't think that this is the appropriate place."
"What else do you think I'm here for? And for God's sake, Regina, where is the appropriate place to talk about this then?"
"I don't know. How about your place or…"
"Oh, so we can end up doing the thing we did again and then try to talk it through all over again and let it all happens again and again? Regina, we need to get over this."
The brunette sighed deeply. "Why did you leave my house last night?"
"Why do you think? I just thought the conversation was over since Graham was there and being an asshat. I really feel like punching him in the face."
"Wow! That really sounds like you. The thing that you do, right? You were right when you said that you've never changed at all."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, punching someone in the face then run away. So classic. It is so you."
"I didn't run this time, 'Gina. Please. I tried hard this time to get here. To finally say this to you. I'm really sorry. I know what I did in the past was so wrong but I was hoping you can give me a chance. I don't know what is it in the future for us but I'm sure that I want to be with you. I'll figure out how to make thing works for this, for us. I'll find a way to make things right again." The brunette peered up to look at Emma and she was entranced by the glistened green eyes. "Please, Regina, I love you." Regina could feel a huge lump in her throat and she just could not hold back the tears anymore. Emma walked up to the smaller woman. "Please Regina, say something."
"Why?" Regina hated herself for being so weak in front of the blonde. "Why now? Why after ten years you decided to show up and tell me all of this? Why it has to be right before my wedding? Do you know that you're messing with my mind right now?"
Emma faltered. She searched for the right word to say, but she found nothing. "You chose Daniel."
"What? Gosh Emma, it was just a stupid prom. You said that, remember?"
"I'm not talking about the prom. Obviously, you loved Daniel. You chose him. You were married to him. What was I supposed to do back then?"
"Emma, you're an idiot. Did you even bother to stay after what you did to Daniel that night? For God's sake, you punched him in the face and you just ran away! Did you bother to say anything to me after that? Have you ever thought that things would be different if you chose to stay and talk to us?!"
"I…"
"Why did you leave the town back then, Emma?"
"You already know it. I got pregnant and I didn't want to trouble anyone."
"Of course, then you decided to run away again. Why did you leave your son? How could you do that? The boy was suffering…" Regina could not continue her words and she could not hold her tears from falling anymore. The brunette was sobbing and Emma had the urge to pull the smaller woman into her arms.
"Regina…"
"Don't you Regina me! He was so small. He fought for his life. He needed his mother but you chose to go." Regina snapped at the blonde.
"Gina, I'm so sorry. I was so young and stupid and reckless. I know. But he was dying." There was a pause and Emma looked at Regina with a dejected expression. "He seemed like he was dying. I couldn't bear looking at him like that. I didn't think that I could do anything for him. Yeah, I left him to die… I was so selfish."
"Yes, and you still are!"
"Regina, please. I'm trying. Why aren't you giving me the chance?" The blonde begged as she walked slowly towards the brunette.
"Emma, no! You don't get it!" Regina raised her voice and instantaneously took a step back every time Emma stepped towards her.
"Then, make me. Make me understand!" The blonde kept on walking up to the other woman.
"I just can't, Emma." Regina shook her head as she took another step back.
"Why? I'm trying here, Regina. Just tell me why! What is wrong with me?"
"It's not you, Emma. It's me. You don't…"
"Damn it, Regina! Just tell me…!"
"Because I'm scared!"
"What?" Emma stunned upon hearing the brunette's words.
"Because I am scared of you." Regina said almost whispering but Emma could hear every each word clearly.
"You're scared of me?"
"Mom, are you okay?" The two women were so into their heated conversations, they did not realized that someone was actually standing outside of the room and listening to them. A cracked familiar voice startled the two women and they turned their faces to look at the person.
"Is it true, Emma?" The boy continued as he stood at the doorway.
"Henry." Regina's eyes widened in fear.
"Hey kid, how long have you been there?" Emma tried to smile at the boy but she knew that she was failing miserably.
"Baby, what are you doing here?" Regina walked over to boy and bent down to face her son. She was so heartbroken to see tears pooling in his eyes. "Henry?" She placed her hands reassuringly on his shoulders.
"I met Clara and she told me that you're with Emma here. So, I came here." The boy said with a firm tone and he looked over Regina's shoulder to see his other mother.
"Is it true, Emma?" The boy suddenly raised his voice and both women were so surprised by that. Regina straightened herself up and turned around to look at Emma. "Is it true that you left me to die?" Henry directed the question to Emma but both of his mothers were dumbfounded. Regina wished she could say something and she started to blame herself. Emma noticed the expression of guilt on Regina's face and she knew what was on the brunette's mind.
"Oh Henry." Regina was trembling but she tried to reach out to her son. The boy promptly stepped away from his brunette mother. Regina was hurt and Emma really despised that. The blonde despised herself to be exact.
"Kid, it's not like that." Emma said in a concerned voice.
"Mom never told me about that. " Henry looked at Regina with beseeching eyes and Regina covered her mouth with her hands as she tried to hold herself from crying in front of his son. The brunette turned her face to look at Emma.
"Regina has nothing to do with this, kid. I… It was my fault."
"So, it is true. You left me to die. You're awful. The… the worst mom on earth!" The boy yelled at the blonde before turning away from his mothers and ran out of the office.
"Henry, wait." Emma called up to her son but he was already out of his parents' sights. The blonde instinctively ran across the office towards the door to get her son. "Kid!" She yelled as she got into the hallway and she saw that the boy was already walking into an elevator. "Hey stop!" The blonde was about to move towards the elevator when she heard her name being called.
"Emma, wait!" Emma turned to look at Regina and her heart sunk upon seeing the tears in Regina's sad eyes. "He needs time." Regina said in a calm tone but Emma noticed the slight uneasiness.
"He just walked into an elevator alone!" Emma was frantic.
"Well, he is used to it and he found you in your high sky apartment in New York all by himself, remember?" Emma recognized the sarcasm in Regina's voice.
"Regina, this is not the time to be…"
"Just stop it, Emma. I can't do this right now. I'll talk to Henry at home." Regina said wearily. The brunette closed the door behind her. She was tired and Emma could see the exhaustion. "You should go home as well. You do know your way out of here, don't you?" The brunette walked pass Emma without looking at the blonde, leaving the muddled woman alone in the empty hallway. The blonde watched Regina walking all the way through the hallway until she disappeared into an elevator.
What on earth just happened, Swan?
And I think you're so mean, I think we should try
I think I could need this in my life
And I think I'm scared that I know too much
I can't relate and that's a problem I'm feeling
If you're gone maybe it's time to come home
There's an awful lot of breathing room but I can hardly move