So...it's been entirely too long right? I know, I know I'm sorry..if you're a fb friend or follow me on Tumblr...you'd probably be even more crossed...but regardless, here I am with this super boring chapter...gotta get my groove back...got it in the end, but hey...so yeah. Enjoy.

Mistakes are all mine. Will be fixed when I'm not dead tired. I'm so not bothered with it right now.

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Previously...

Emma didn't answer, she wanted to try something...she turned to the crowd that was once brave and confident, now they looked ready to run. Emma reached out in mid-air like she was trying to catch a fly, when she closed her fist...everyone dropped dead, or at least it seemed that way. Pocahontas took a step back in shock, and inside of the house. Cora snapped out of her musings and ushered her grandchildren from the window, ignoring their protests. Belle stayed by the window, staring at the horrifying scene before her...it looked like Emma created a massacre with a sweep of her hand and she didn't know how she felt about the amount of power Emma was displaying. She wondered if that's what she did to her little wolf.

Upon closer inspection, Regina saw that the people were still breathing and conscious but they were paralyzed and couldn't speak. She looked at her wife in aberrant fascination, "My love, what did you do?"

Emma opened the palm of her hand with a terrifying grin, "I took their souls." Sitting in the palm of her hand was a medium sized ball of black swirling dark silhouettes.

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Holding a little more than two dozen souls in the palm of her hand was heavier than Emma initially expected but then again she wasn't really sure what she was expecting when she did what she did. She just imagined taking control of the crowd but nothing this extreme. The Empress of Darkness wasn't exactly sure where to go from here so she decided to just wing it.

She took a few small steps forward, enjoying the whimpers of her victims who still had her in their sights—Snow White being the loudest. "Well, well. How the tables have turned on you Snow...again."

Low rumbling from the cloud in the sky had all eyes looking up in a mixture of wonderment and fear. The ominous cloud seemed to be receding back to whatever black hole it originated from and allowing the light from the sun and clear blue sky to shine down on Storybrooke once again. Emma turned her attention back to Snow White and her followers.

"None of you would be in this situation if you were smart enough to open your eyes and see Snow for the ignorant and selfish person she really is. She can't do anything for herself, so she hides behind all of you..."

Emma made her way to the street, shuffling her way through the limp bodies that were watching her warily though if she really wanted to do something to them who was going to stop her? Their glares and whimpers? Emma looked up and took notice of something beautiful. She looked back at Regina and Pocahontas who were still watching her but Regina's expression was no longer excited but unreadable. That didn't settle well with Emma but now was not the time to dissect Regina's thoughts and emotions. The blonde looked down at the bundle of lives in her hand, switching hands again (who knew souls could be so heavy?).

"Stand up." To her and everyone elses utter surprise the once confident mob rose to their feet and stood there looking at Emma with their backs straight and arms tight at their sides. The former military officer stirred in the recesses of Emma's mind—besides the hatred and fear in their eyes, they moved like soldiers and stood awaiting their next command. "Face the bay..." she could feel their hesitance and resistance in the palm of her right hand, but their bodies followed her command flawlessly. She could get used to this, and in her growing power trip Emma was oblivious of a pair of brown eyes scrutinizing her warily.

Regina and Pocahontas walked out of the safety of the Evil Queen's front yard and through the obedient soulless mob until they were both flanking Emma, finally seeing what she and the others were gazing at.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Emma grinned, eyes shining with excitement.

Pocahontas glanced at her best friend then back at the bay, "What are those?"

"Let me introduce you to Dracula. He's right over there," Emma pointed to the isle to the far left of Storybrooke Bay, even from a distance Dracula's elaborate five story mansion sitting in the middle of his island could be seen. Just below his large outmoded home, a small city and forest occupied the rest of the island. "He is my second adviser, my right hand if you will. He comes from a different realm...I believe Dr. Frankenstein is very familiar with the tale of Dracula since they do come from the same world." Emma looked to her left and met Dr. Whale's terrified gaze, she wasn't exactly sure where all this information was coming from because Emma was sure she didn't know Dr. Whale even existed if it wasn't for Adam. Yet here she was, taunting the man with a dangerous myth from his world.

Emma shifted towards the large alp near the middle of the bay but furthest away and even she had to squint to see it. There wasn't a mansion to be seen, or a village or city at the base of the mountain. It simply was. "That is Chernabog Mountain...I'm sure you all know who and what occupies that region so I don't think I have to warn anyone not to go there but in case some of you share Snow's low IQ...do not go near Chernabog Mountain. I am not responsible for what happens to you once you are within five miles of that place. Chernabog is my third adviser and...enforcer." Emma frowned slightly, how the hell did she know that? It was never discussed when she met the beast back in the shadow realm...in fact, introductions were only made. It was like someone had just imprinted this information in her mind without permission. Was this part of being the new ruler of darkness?

Regina and Pocahontas noticed Emma's pause, and Regina cupped Emma's jaw with one hand and turned those dark eyes towards her. "Emma? Darling, what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong with her Queenie, she is simply going through an information overload. From the looks of things around here, I can already tell she's a natural."

Everyone's eyes snapped to the new comer, if it was possible some of the soulless men would have had their mouths wide open at the gorgeous sight before them. A woman was standing in a dark green snake skin dress that stopped mid-thigh around five foot seven with light ashen green skin. Her dark curly hair fell past her bare shoulders, her eyes were the same deep lustrous yellow that Emma would never feel comfortable looking into for long periods of time. The Empress had to admit that without the scales, the head full of hissing snakes and actually having legs instead of a rattling tail—Medusa looked sexy, not Evil Queen sexy, but sexy. Of course Emma was biased.

"And just who the hell are you?" Regina narrowed her eyes at the newcomer, surely she would have remembered this woman being in her town for the past nine years...there was no possibility that the Evil Queen missed a woman that was literally sex on legs. However...Regina was damned certain about one thing—if this woman continued to gaze at her wife like she was something to be conquered she will be incinerated alive.

Medusa tore her gaze away from Emma to look at Regina, the lust dying away to nothing short of contempt and mischief. "I'm a bit offended that you don't know who I am, dear."

Regina's eyes narrowed even more and Emma wasn't sure if Medusa should get any closer when she felt Regina's magic rousing once more but it was stronger this time. Magic is emotion. "I'm afraid that you'll have to introduce yourself dear—I don't keep track of third class sovereigns." Emma and Pocahontas glanced at each other, both women trying and failing to hide their smirks but Medusa was undeterred and offered Regina a sly grin of her own as she stopped just a few feet from the three women.

"Medusa, Guardian of the valley that leads to the gates of hell..." Medusa's yellow gaze shifted towards Emma, "And Majesty's first adviser...her right hand if you will or her left, which ever she prefers, I'm good with both." Medusa eyed Emma's crotch suggestively for a moment before winking at Regina.

Emma's dark eyes narrowed in Medusa's direction, "Medusa...I suggest you mind your manners. Regina and I are married therefore...she is also your Queen." Regina glanced at Emma from the corner of her eye, impressed and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't turned on. Regina felt her panties dampening with her arousal at the mere thought of Emma talking to her like that in their bedroom, telling her what to do and how to do it.

"Of course, Empress." Medusa's irritated voice brought Regina back to reality.

"And if I'm not mistaken, discourtesy can and will result in death if continued after the first and final warning. It's our law, dear." Regina triumphed as she quickly recovered, silently daring Medusa to challenge her recently made up law.

Pocahontas didn't remember the Evil Queen having laws like that back in the Enchanted Forest it was simply common sense not to fuck with the Dark Kingdom's royalty. Medusa didn't like the fact that Regina bested her but she wasn't going to let the unworthy Queen know it. She could play along for now... "Of course Majesty, it seems I have forgotten my place."

Regina waved off Medusa's apology, "No need to apologize dear, you can't forget your place if you didn't know where it was to begin with but consider this one step closer to understanding it."

Medusa swallowed whatever remark that was sitting on the tip of her forked tongue, she could not and would not risk the wrath of disrespecting Emma, so soon that is. The Guardian of the Gates of Hell would allow the Evil Queen to have victory this time around but she had better watch her back when Emma wasn't around to step in.

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Madeline and Max were upstairs sitting in Max's room doing nothing but sitting on his bed and reading comics—well he was, Maddi was leaning back against the horde of pillows he collected for her and was staring down her hands. She shifted and whimpered quietly but Max was close enough to hear his sister and the first thought that came to mind was to scream for Cora but he stopped himself at the last minute.

"Maddi, what's wrong?"

"My arm is really starting to hurt." The nine year old tried to hold her tears at bay but they rolled down her cheeks despite her efforts. She didn't want Max to see her cry but with the morphine wearing off, the pain was starting to go from a aching throb to something much worse. "I just want my mom."

Max wasn't sure what to do, Cora had told them not to leave the room until she or one of their mothers came to get them. Deciding to do the best he could since he was sitting on her good side he scooted closer to Madeline and wrapped his arm around her, making sure not to touch anything that was covered on her right side. It was an awkward position for him but Madeline seemed to appreciate it so he stayed still and eased his sister's pain the best way he could. Maximilian looked towards the single window in his room and he silently begged for both his mothers to come back and help Maddi.

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Emma moved around Medusa to face her insipid mother while Pocahontas moved closer to the Dark Queen not trusting Medusa just yet—and probably never will. "Snow, I have a proposition for you. And before you even think to decline let me remind you that I have over two dozen souls of your loyal followers in the palm of my hand. Their chances of seeing tomorrow and the next day, and the next...are entirely up to you. So I suggest you listen carefully."

Emma granted Snow's soul access to the owners body and everyone curiously watched as Snow fell to her knees at Emma's feet, gasping for much need oxygen.

"I like her down there." Regina purred behind Emma, still titillated with her wife's new-found power and her admirable control. "Tell me dear, was her precious Charming in the same position when you took his life?" Emma smirked, meeting Regina's stare knowingly as Snow stood on shaky legs, refusing to be seen as week in front of her enemies and her subjects.

"You two are just sick! And if you think I am going to stand here and—"

Emma tossed the orb of souls into her other hand, effectively shutting Snow up. "I don't think, Snow, I know. You're going to stand there and listen to what I have to say because you really don't want your loyal followers to perish because you couldn't keep your mouth shut...do you?"

Snow into those dark eyes that were now fading back into the the green eyes that mirrored her late husbands and it almost physically hurt to be so close to Emma—seeing so much of David in this spawn they created. Emma's green eyes were cold, calculating and unfamiliar to Snow—this was not the precious little girl she raised and once loved. No that little girl is dead and gone, and Snow would rather be burned alive than admit that this savage in front of her was of any blood relation to the White Kingdom Royals.

"I'm going to make you a deal...Queen to...well, leader to...hmm..." Emma was thoughtful as she regarded the former Queen trying to come up with an appropriate title to call the shorter brunette. Medusa rolled her eyes, but she kept her comment about playing with the prey to herself lest she be handed another embarrassing verbal informal spout about her place in this world. "Whatever, here's the deal...I promise to return everyone's souls and safely return them home if you promise to resist creating any more mobs to kill me and my family."

"A truce?" Snow cried incredulously, "After everything you people put us through, you expect me to just give in and let you get away with this?!"

"Pretty much, yeah." Pocahontas shrugged, arms folded over her chest.

Emma sighed deeply, shooting her best friend a glare to keep quiet and Medusa sneered at the warrior,but she did agree...the former Queen was stuck between a rock and a hard place, her choices were slim to none.

Snow has never actually seen Emma in action up close, though she has heard the stories through the grapevine back in the Enchanted Forest. Many of those stories were from the survivors, a rarity, that survived being hunted down by the infamous Dark Knight—they claimed that the Dark Knight showed them mercy for a price, of course. The price paid was never revealed but if it was worth their life—Snow sighed and stared down at the orb in Emma's hand.

Suddenly Snow realized that Emma was holding souls that she had taken with a quick swipe of her hand like it was nothing at all and Emma's number one adviser had access to Hades. Snow stepped closer to Emma, not willing to risk being overheard by her subjects and Emma peered down at Snow curiously. "I wish to make a better deal with you, Empress."

The Empress of Darkness' eyebrow rose in surprise, "I'm listening...?" A few moments later, Emma quickly returned the souls to their rightful bodies and sent them all home...including Snow after she and Emma finished discussing the 'Good vs Evil truce'.

"Your Majesty, may I ask what just happened?"

Emma barely spared Medusa a glance as she rejoined Regina and took the older womans hand in her own and Regina immediately noticed that Emma's hand was shaking. "Medusa, I will explain to you later but right now I need to be with my family. Give me a couple of days and we will all get together and talk."

Medusa licked her lips as she looked Emma up and down slowly, but she didn't argue. She simply bowed and a dull yellow ring appeared on the ground around her feet before it slowly rose up along her body until Medusa disappeared completely and the ring poofed away.

"I've never seen that before." Pocahontas commented, "So what now?"

"We go inside and wait this out." Regina sighed deeply, feeling exhausted and in dire need of a nice hot shower...preferably with Emma. They got as far as the front door when Emma squeezed Regina's hand before letting go. Regina looked between Emma and Pocahontas completely understanding and closing the door behind her.

Emma turned on Pocahontas, the warrior didn't have time to defend herself. Emma's fist felt like lead against the Captains jaw and she had barely managed to catch her footing. Emma was on Pocahontas faster than humanly possibly, grabbing the collar of her shirt as she brought them face to face not giving a damn about the warriors injuries. "If you ever put my family in danger like that again, I will personally escort your soul to Hades. Sister or not, got it?"

Pocahontas swallowed and quickly nodded her understanding. Her jaw was hurting like hell but it didn't feel broken. She deserved this...she purposely provoked an unstable wolf and put Emma's family...her family in danger. She felt ashamed for that but nothing else, "I understand Emma, it won't happen again...I promise."

Emma exhaled slowly and loudly, holding Pocahontas gaze a little longer to make sure she understood before releasing her and turning to walk into Regina's home. Pocahontas winced as she adjusted her collar and followed her Queen inside the house.

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Walking into the living room, Emma saw that Ruby was starting to wake up and Belle gently rubbing the wolfs back, whispering soothing words in her ear. Regina was no where in sight but she could hear noise and talking coming from the kitchen. Pocahontas tried to move around Emma but the blonde held out her arm to stop her but the taller of the two forced her arm away and stormed past Emma. Belle was on her feet faster than Red could even register what was even happening, Emma managed to avoid Bella's fist as she transported herself between the two women before they had a chance to destroy Regina's living room.

"Whoa, whoa—Look, you two don't have to go home but you can't stay here if you're gonna fight! It's bad enough that half the town wants us dead, but we don't need this right now!"

Belle looked at the blonde in disbelief, "How can you even say that Emma?! Do you have any idea what she has done to me? To Red?"

Pocahontas scoffed, pressing against her best friends side when she leaned forward to get into Belle's personal space, almost menacingly. Red growled weakly, still feeling the effects of Emma's shadow magic from earlier—but she was ignored by the three woman standing in the middle of the living room. "You weren't exactly saying no. I remember you be—"

Pocahontas' lips were still moving but her voice seemed to be stolen from her, and she looked at Emma accusingly. The Empress shrugged, just as confused. "I didn't do it."

"No, I did." Everyone turned around to see Cora standing in the doorway, frowning deeply with a wooden spoon in her hand.

"Cool! How'd-" Emma started but those furious brown eyes made her stop whatever was about to come out of her mouth and further irritate the Matriarch more than she already was.

"I don't care what love triangle you three have going on but I will not stand for it. Shut up or get out my daughter's home. Pick one. Now." Cora returned Pocahontas' voice just as quickly as she took it.

Pocahontas blinked but kept her mouth shut because she wouldn't wish the wrath of Cora Mills on anyone—probably Red, but she'd keep that thought to herself. The Native Warrior turned back to Belle, "Look, I know you hate my guts right now—" Belle scoffed, "But we need to talk...in private." Pocahontas' unreadable gaze traveled over to the seething wolf who was now becoming fully aware of everything happening around her... Emma was just relived she wasn't trying to call out to her wolf again. For now.

"Like hell I'm gonna let Belle be left alone with you bitch!" Ruby stood on shaky legs, coming up behind the shorter brunette, basking in Belle's floral essence and allowing it to quell her anger. "She's coming home with me. Right Belle?"

Emma, however, saw Belle's conflicted expression just as Cora and Pocahontas did before the younger woman schooled it away much like Regina usually did when she was unsure of her own emotions but didn't want anyone to witness it. Belle turned around slowly to face red, and took the wolf's rough hands in her own soft ones, "Red...I—she's right. We do need to talk but..." Belle hissed urgently when growl erupted from Ruby's chest, "But...I will come find you late. This I promise you. Alright?"

Yeah right, Pocahontas wanted to say but with Emma and Cora glaring at her warningly, her smug smirk would have to suffice. Red forced her eyes away from her competition, "I don't like it but I understand. Don't take too long okay? It's been nine years since we last talked..really talked."

Smiling sadly, Belle simply nodded. "I know. Emma? Would you mind-?"

"Good luck." Was all the Empress offered before sending the 'happy couple' back to their apartment across town. Satisfied that the drama was out of the mansion, Cora quietly went back to the kitchen and Emma let out a deep breath—she didn't even realize she was holding her breath the entire time. "Would you like to go too, pup? Or do you wish to stay here?"

Red shrugged sadly, "I don't really have anywhere else to go... the curse gave me and Granny a good relationship but as soon as if broke, she tried to kill me."

"Ah." the blondes head tilted back in understanding, "I'll go ask Regina if she can spare you a guest room so you don't have to sleep on the sofa...I know how bad it is for your back, trust me." Emma winked playfully before she transported herself out of the living room and upstairs to Regina's master bedroom—or what she thought was Regina's master bedroom. Emma was about to question Max's chose of wallpaper but unpleasant whimpering behind her caught her attention, whirling around...she saw Regina sitting on a twin bed with Madeline in her arms and holding a wet dark blue towel to the girls forehead. Max was looking on worriedly from the other side of the room by his desk, scared and unsure what to do.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on—Madeline's pain medication had worn off. She wondered why Regina didn't haul her up here as soon as she found out but with their son literally frozen in a damn corner while cradling their daughter and trying to comfort her the best she could without magic to help—Emma understood why. But Cora had someone regained use of her magic so why didn't Regina?

Emma went over to Regina and Madeline first, looking down at the pair while Madeline continued to whimper in her mothers arms. Emma could see the redness of her daughters skin around the edges of the bandages—bandages that needed to be changed immediately. "How long has she been like this?"

"I don't know. I came up here to check on them and...and I don't know Emma, I don't know...but we have to help her. Our daughter can't not stay like this." Regina growled, tear filled obsidian eyes looked up into Emma's. "I need you to remember the spell, Empress! Think Charming, think!"

"Goddamn it!" Emma was frustrated—how can she take the souls from nearly two dozen people but unable to remember a fucking spell?! She wanted to hit something. She wanted to kill someone. She wanted to kill the one who fucking did this to her family and she knows...she knows that they can and will be flushed out quite easily—Storybrooke belonged to the Mills clan now, and no one was escaping unless they said so. And they don't...and won't for a very long time.

Finally gaining courage now that both his mothers were in the room to help with Madeline, Max sided next to Emma and took her bigger hand in his smaller one. "Ma? Is Madeline gonna be okay soon?"

Emma looked down into curious and frightened hazel eyes and had to force her frustrations down again, she was going to skin whoever was responsible for this. The Empress of Darkness knelt down so that she was at eye level with Maximilian, trying to smile but she was sure it was more of a grimace. "Yeah kid, your sister is gonna be alright...but I need you to do something for me okay?"

Max glanced at Regina and Madeline then back to his blonde mother, "Okay, what is it?"

"Go downstairs and help your grandma cook...I think if you ask nicely kid, she'll give you some of the chocolate your mom stashes in the pantry but everyone knows about it."

"Emma!"

"Okay!" Max almost knocked Emma over as he reached over to kiss her cheek and ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Now that their son was out of the room to avoid further trauma, Emma stood almost too gracefully—even for her. "We should get those bandages off of her, Regina...her shirt too...I have an idea."

Regina carefully shifted Madeline out of her arms and gently laid her against the pillows, "Should I be worried?"

"Not really, I don't know—I mean no! No you shouldn't be worried!" Emma quickly amended, mentally smacking herself on the forehead.

"I'm even more worried now, care to enlighten me about this idea of yours?" Regina asked while she undressed Madeline's wounds and carefully but quickly whisked away her shirt before it could irritate her daughter's skin and tossed it at the end of the bed.

Emma came up behind her wife to examine Madeline's burns better and winced noticeably. It was worse than either of them had expected. Coming around to her side from her back and down her right arm was peeling dead skin that was redder than a tomato. Some portions of the damaged skin was darker than the others, and along the front of Madeline's arm was so pink it looked tender—almost as if someone had just ripped a pound of flesh off their baby girl.

Madeline reached up with her burned arm, ignoring the painfully tightening of her skin and took Regina's hand in her own, "Mom it hurts really bad right now..."

"I know sweetheart, I know...but we're going to fix it right now...right Emma?"

"Yeah kid, we're gonna make it stop." Emma cleared her throat, and blinked away her tears—she didn't want Madeline or Regina to worry too much because not even she knew what she was about to do. The Empress gently pushed Regina aside and rolled her neck, popping out the kinks. "You ready, Maddi?"

"I'm a soldier, I was born ready remember?"

"Yeah," Emma cracked a nervous smile. "This might tickle a little, kid."

Madeline nodded as she turned her head to stare at the wall, tears rolling down her rosy cheeks—she was terrified but she trusted her mom...both of them. Madeline flinch when Emma gingerly placed hers hands over her sensitive skin. Before Emma could call forth her dark magic, Regina put a hand on her forearm—still looking worried.

"Emma, just how exactly do you plan to heal our daughter if you can't remember a simple healing spell?"

"I have a theory."

"A theory? Please, dear, save the mystery for our rivals. Tell me what you're about to do to our child."

Emma laughed softly, but sobered up quickly when Madeline whimpered and trembled under her grasp when dark magic began pouring into her burns—it was doing more than tickling her but it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.

"Think about it Regina...I was able to snatch the souls out of Snow's mob just like that but unable to remember a simple spell?"

"Okay and?"

"And so I have a theory that maybe..." Emma paused momentarily when she felt her own skin on her right arm and on her right side beneath her shirt starting to get redder and warmer. "Maybe my magic is too dark for a healing spell...remember when Snow tried to shoot me and my magic protected me?"

Regina simply nodded, offering no words of understanding as she watched Emma's normally pale, smooth skin turn red then dark red until it began to blister and peel—just like Madeline's own burned skin, but Madeline's skin...was slowly but surely, healing. "Emma...how?" Regina has never witnessed magic so carefully constructed—and she never would have thought Emma would be the one wielding such powerful and ancient magic so skillfully.

"It's...It's a theory Regina but I think it's—ow,ow,ow!" Emma's jaw was clenched so tightly, the blonde was certain she was going to force her teeth straight into her brain. "I think...I found a way around it...by taking away damaged armor and replacing it with my own—like an exchange...it'll heal the other person while my magic simply helps me recover."

"Like self regeneration?" Regina mused out-loud, fascinated. She reached out and ran her hand over Emma's mending skin, "Emma...your genius is showing, dear."

"I..um..thank you Regina. I learned from the best after all." Emma couldn't help but feel proud at hearing Regina call her a genius—of course Regina didn't think she was unintelligent but it just made Emma feel five inches taller hearing her wife say it out-loud and so sincerely. The Empress finally released their daughter, who was now unconscious—but she was perfectly fine. Her body was too small and weak to receive that amount of magic—no matter how much of it Emma took upon herself, Madeline was still knocked out but at least she would wake up without pain and soon, everything will just be a bad memory and a lesson learned. Villains, even the innocent children of villains, will never have peace.

Emma sighed to herself, stepping away from the bed as Regina collected one of Max's shirts to put on Madeline before tucking her in. Emma stared at the loving scene tiredly, the emotional and physical turmoil of the past few days were finally starting to catch up to the Empress of Darkness and all she wanted to do now was hibernate—but of course with her three advisers arriving, with their own people and issues, things were going to get far more complicated before anything calmed down.

However, with Storybrooke being expanded Emma knew that there was a new wave of people and monsters just waiting to be discovered in the forest and mountains of Storybrooke Island. She put it on her mental to-do list to contact Colonel Davis about her damn boats...seeing as both her vehicles were destroyed in the fire, she needed a new way of transport...and with a large body of water separating Storybrooke from the rest of the world—a boat would be very useful.

And then there was Snow...the White Kingdom's selfish former Queen would sell out her own people—sell out their trust, loyalty, honor—and for what? No, not for what...but for who. Emma would be humiliated to follow a leader like Snow. She thought of no-one but herself...like a common ruler but a great ruler treats his or her subjects like they matter to ensure their loyalty. Offer fairness and gifts to receive trust, and never bow down to build honor. That is why the Dark Kingdom flourished and the White Kingdom did not.

Emma was barely aware when Regina lead her out of Max's bedroom and into her master bedroom—locking the door behind them. She was still lost in her own little world while Regina started the shower and began to undress them both as steam filled the bathroom suite. Emma jolted 'awake' when the hot water hit her back—she quickly forgot all about her troubles as her curious gaze turned to lust when she laid eyes on her beautiful and very much naked wife standing just a hair away. Emma was always amazed how much her mind, body and soul craved the love and touch of this woman and her heart always soared with the knowledge that the sentiment was returned wholeheartedly.

"Stop thinking and come back to me." Regina murmured, wrapping her arms around Emma's neck with one of her hands tangling itself in wet golden tresses and bringing those thin pink lips to her own plump ones. "I love you Emma."

The Dark Knight slide her arms around Regina's waist, hands on her ample ass. "I love you too Mrs. Mills." with that, Emma lifted Regina into her arms while simultaneously reversing their positions so that it was the brunette under the hot spray with her back against the wall.

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Somewhere in New York City...

Ingrid placed her precious silver urn in the passengers seat of her Ford Excursion and placed the seat-belt over it casually as if it were a normal occurrence—but in New York, it may be the case. Ingrid had nothing of importance in the apartment she was renting—nothing but the urn and her cigarettes. She left the door wide open with the key on the table for the apartment landlord to find, which would be soon since she was three days late with the rent.

Starting her truck and pulling out into traffic, Ingrid was a woman on a mission—she was going to make the Evil Queen and her Dark Knight pay for forcing her hand for allegiance and destroying Arendelle in the process.

"The Evil Queen has gotten away with far too much, far too long. It is time she answers for her sins, my loves...and I promise you that she will. As the Ice Queen of Arendelle, it is my...no...it is our duty to avenge our fallen kingdom." As soon as she was on the highway, Ingrid quickly maneuvered into the fast lane and pressed her foot down harder on the accelerator.

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Lol, almost smut scene but not quite...hate me, I know I know...and I harp on my friends for not giving more smut lol.

I wonder what Snow asked Emma in return for a (temporary) truce, not hard to figure out though hahaha. Also...SHOTS FIRED. Medusa 0, Regina 1. Lol. Anyway, I had a long day...thought I had to work tonight, I don't thankfully...soo goodnight. And thanks for the continued supports awesome nerds.

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