"Are you in love with me?"

Regina was caught off-guard by the blonde's bluntness, but she was also struck by the fact that she honestly didn't know the answer. Was she in love with Emma? Is that why she would feel her heart pound in her chest whenever the blonde was around? Emma was the first person to make her feel things, aside from Henry, during the curse. In fact, she was the first person who's made her feel truly alive since…well, since Daniel.

This time, it was Regina's turn to adorn the 'dear in the headlights' look. Before Emma could retract her statement, the brunette vanished in a puff of purple smoke, leaving behind a regretful blonde with a pounding headache.

While Regina was gone, Emma had called Snow and David, asking them to pick up herself and the kids. They arrived a short time later and now they are all in Mary Margaret's apartment with two boxes of pizza on the counter.

"So," Snow began hesitantly. "You asked her if she loved you?"

"I know," Exclaimed the blonde, headache now long forgotten. "I'm an idiot!" She let out a huff of air and rested her head on folded arms.

"I don't think…you're an…idiot," David tried. Emma slowly raised her head to send her father a questioning glare. Snow casted him a look saying, 'it's okay, I got this'. He visibly relaxed.

"Honey, do you…like Regina?"

"Of course I do," Emma answered as if it was no-big-deal. "She's my friend, or at least was…you know, before the whole 'Marian' thing."

Charming and Snow shared a look. "No, Emma," Snow began again. "Do you have feelings for her…romantic ones," she clarified.

Emma blanched at her mother's question. "Wow, this must've been how Regina had felt. God I'm such an idiot. I need to talk to her."

"I have to go," Emma announced, grabbing her jacket as she bolted out the door.

"Bye, sweetie," Snow called after her. "Good luck!"


Emma knocked loudly on Regina's office door. "Regina, I know you're in there." The queen let out an aggravated sigh, Emma being the last person she had wanted to see right now.

"I'm an idiot," Emma confessed. "I shouldn't have said what I had said back there, it was crossing a line…and I'm sorry." Still remaining in her seated position at the bottom of her side of the door, Regina rested her head on her arms. She knows Emma's not going to leave her alone.

"The truth is," the blonde begins. "I don't know what I feel." At the blonde admission, Regina's ears perked up. "Ever since Amelia showed me that memory, my mind's been on overload. I feel as if I've been forced to live this life that I have absolutely no say in. Ever since I was little, I was destined to be the savior." Emma let out a mirthless laugh. "Even you," she added. "Gold played you, too, saying that you had to cast the curse. Even with the whole Robin thing, which I apologize for by the way."

Regina wiped the tears from her eyes as Emma took in a deep breath. "Living in Storybrooke, I've got Henry and my parents, and I love them. But they can't always understand me. They don't know what it feels like to be rejected and misunderstood. Not the way I do. Not the way YOU do." Regina lifted her gaze, truly listening to the blonde's words. "And somehow that makes us –I don't know, unique. Or maybe even special."

Emma sighed in defeat. "I know you hate me right now so I'm going to go," she concluded. "I just hope that one day you wake up and realize that I am on your side." And with her final words, Emma left.