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She awoke to the face of her mother looming over her. Great. She was about to go into the dream realm with regina, she could've sworn she had seen her, in the dark, but she was awake now.
"Ugh, whyyy" She moaned, grumbling and mumbling as she buried her face deeper into the cushions of the couch.
"Emma, you should go to the station for your shift, David's waiting for you, And Henry's there too."
And damn her mother for using the Henry card, but she got up anyways.
Cell, badge, gun, keys and classic jacket - out the door.
The day was pretty slow, a three way competition of paper basketball between the three, Henry may have been winning by David's hand, because Emma meant to land that last ball on the floor. Three feet away from the can. She was letting them both win.
Until Emma got a call from a frantic and panicked Ruby on the other end of the line, she was running down the stairs, yelling at david to keep Henry out of this, words spinning around in her head.
Mob, Angry, Regina.
Shit, basically.
"Ruby what's going on where's Regina?"
"I.. whale took her, she was tied up and knocked out and-"
"Where the fuck is she Ruby?!"
She just watched as slowly Ruby's arm raised and pointed to Regina's vault, racing into it, not caring for the ache in her chest begging for air. She would breathe when Regina was okay.
If she was okay.
But no, Emma no thinking like that, no one can afford to think like that.
Because Regina was okay.
Even if she was tied up in her vault, whale looming over her. People spilling out and even standing on the fucking stairs.
Even if she was unconscious and people were yelling.
Even after she chased everyone out threatening to lob their dicks off, even if they didn't have one, she would grow one just to cut it off because they needed to leave right now.
Because Regina was okay, she would be, she was in her arms and breathing and that's all that mattered, she would get her home and in bed and wait for her to wake up and stay with ehr and just-.
Regina would be okay.
That's all that matters.
Because she would breathe when Regina did, when she called ehr miss Swan and went back to slamming doors in her face and it was familiar, not just Regina with no expression laying still in her arms because she couldn't handle an empty, lifeless version of Her Regina.
Regina would be okay.
If she said it often enough, she would be okay.
She would give anything to be able to sleep and meet her, but like Regina wouldn't wake, she wouldn't sleep.
Not until Regina was awake.
Not until she could yell at her again, because that would be enough for her to breathe.