Emma fumed. How dare she?! The blonde had told Mary Margaret and David what had happened. She reflected briefly that their new, but strangely familiar, romance was due to Regina's manipulation, but pushed this out of her mind as she described in detail the conversation she had just had with the mayor.

They had been appropriately appalled and had offered advice ranging from suing Regina for custody to stealing Henry away in the middle of the night. None of it was much help and none of it made her feel much better. And so, though it was after twelve o'clock, the blonde put her jacket back on and wandered out into the night to clear her head.

After some time of mindlessly walking, the blonde found herself at the cemetery; the stark figure of Regina's family vault standing out against the dark sky. I can prove it. The brunette's voice echoed in her mind as Emma scoffed. Suddenly, the woman's earnest expression burst into her mind also and the blonde had a difficult time shaking off the sincerity in the dark eyes or the way her voice sounded when she had said her name. Please, Emma.

Entering the cemetery, Henry's expression also crossed her mind. The way he had looked at her as though she was the enemy. The look on his face had broken her heart. She was unaccustomed to his hostility; having been hero-worshipped by him once she had chosen to stay. The thought of his animosity and disappointment stung like an open wound. Emma looked up, she had made it to Regina's ostentatious family tomb. Making up her mind, she shoved the door open and was surprised when it swung easily.

Taking out her small flashlight, Emma twisted it on and swept the beam across the room. She had been in here once with Graham...before….she shook the thought from her mind and stepped over to the grave marked Henry Mills. Emma directed the beam at the floor and noticed where there were tracks in the dust and leaf debris that had been blown under the door. Crossing to the other side, she pressed her body weight against the grave and it slid easily.

Emma's mouth fell open. She had not really expected that to happen. Still in shock, she started down the steep flagged steps and landed in a dark room. Sweeping the light about, she spied a desk and chair. The blonde walked over to the office-like section of the chamber and flashed her beam of light across the books on the shelves and squinted. The titles all seemed to be gibberish.

Gloved fingers touched the desk and a booted foot tapped the side of the thick cauldron as she snorted to herself. Honestly? A cauldron? Turning, she wandered back to the stairs and looked around once more. I can prove it, the words echoed again and Emma scoffed once more. This didn't prove anything. Sure the underground chamber was weird, but Regina was a bit odd. It just looked like an elaborately dressed set.

The blonde looked up at the tapestry because it was the only thing she had yet to study. It seemed to be a collage of many pictures, like an ancient story brought to life by loom. The beam of light trailed over a dark, angry horse, an apple, a spinning wheel, and a wolf. It's really well done. The blonde admitted to herself. When her beam passed over the form of an infant wrapped in a blanket with purple trim, Emma froze and stepped closer.

What the hell?! Her nose was barely inches from the cloth as she studied the tiny babe in the blanket. The trim on the cloth was royal purple and at the corner that hid the child's face was a word that the blonde's brain refused to compute. Emma. She stared uncomprehendingly. How would Regina know that? I've never shown anyone besides Mary Margaret here that. Not even Henry. Her mind told her this was impossible as she knew in her heart this made sense if Regina had been telling the truth.

Emma clutched the fabric and tugged on it. Trying to rip if from the valence. She had half a mind to drag it all the way to Mifflin Street and demand answers from the woman. But she was unable to pull it down easily and instead found there was an archway behind it. Pushing the fabric aside, she entered a room with small cubbies that glowed red.

Looking around in wonder, Emma scanned the beam about the room and deduced that Regina kept a collection of glowing red orbs in safety deposit boxes. Weirdo. Emma thought internally. Not only is my blanket, the only link to my parents, on her goddamn quilt-thing, but she collects red nightlights. The blonde was becoming more and more irked by the brunette's strange underground room. She stepped up to one box and pulled it open to stare down into it.

Emma's gut registered shock even if her brain couldn't comprehend what it was that she was seeing. She glared down at the illuminated object as if it had offended her personally. Slowly, she reached into the container and picked up the item; it was heavier than she imagined and warm to the touch. It also seemed to pulsate slightly, as though it was beating-

Emma dropped it in the drawer and slammed the metal back into place. She then cast panicked eyes about the rest of the room before bolting. She tore through the tapestry and mounted the steps; taking them three at a time on her long legs. Vaulting out of the hole, she scrambled to seal it with the grave and then scurried out of the tomb frantically. Once Emma had put two, hard earned miles between her and Regina's vault of horrors, she slowed to a walk and caught her breath.

The blonde leaned against a nearby tree as her head swam. Slowly, she began to walk again though she was on autopilot as she pondered the new information. Fact: Regina has glowy-heart-things in her weird post office boxes. Emma thought to herself. Fact: She also has a cauldron and a shit ton of spell books written in gobbledy-gook. The more facts the blonde nailed down, the more nauseated she became. Fact: There is a tapestry down there with a picture of...me? The woman had to stop again to catch her breath. This is all impossible. She shook her head and began walking again.

By the time Emma made it back to the apartment, she had made up her mind. She was going to get in her car, drive to City Hall, and confront Regina as soon as she got there the next day. For some reason, aggressively attacking the Evil Queen at her place of work seemed less stupid than aggressively attacking her at home. At least, the brunette would have a hell of a time getting rid of her body if she were in a public place, the woman reasoned.

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Regina had tossed and turned all night and so it was with a grumpy expression and groggy eyes that she arose the next morning and was careful not to wake Henry. When she thought about the look on the blonde's face when she had stormed out the night before, it felt like she missed a step going downstairs. Hopefully, the sheriff would keep her mouth shut about the insanities that she had heard the night previous.

The brunette parked her Mercedes in a spot behind the building, hoping to avoid as many people as possible that day. Especially in light of the other problem she was facing. Since she had kissed Emma, Regina had registered a definite upswing in her libido; more specifically she desired Emma Swan prone beneath her. The brunette shook her head at her foolishness.

Almost every morning she had awoken from very vivid and lusty dreams of the blonde. Regina couldn't fathom for what reason she was plagued by these damnable hormones. Sure, she was having a bit of a dry spell and had planned on ending her hunger with the delectable Sheriff Swan. However, in light of recent events, Regina had decided that was not the best plan at this time.

She and her brain were on the same page at any rate; but her ovaries seemed to have another idea. The woman cursed to herself and entered the very empty building before even the sun was peeking over the crests of the hills to the east. Unbeknownst to her, there was a blonde sheriff asleep in her car, awaiting her arrival.