A/N: I'm just gonna add a small trigger warning for the beginning of this chapter. It passes quickly and I'm sorry in advance if anyone is affected.
Emma could only stare at the man above her in fear. She couldn't scream, no one would hear her. She tried to reach out, but found her wrists were pressed tightly beside her. Without movement in her wrist, she couldn't control her magic.
"What do you want from me?" She demanded. She refused to appear weak.
"I know all about your visits to the Queen," the guard taunted. "I know she thinks you love her, but I know different. I've seen many people fawn over her, but they never get her. What makes you so special, huh?" Emma stayed silent but tried to wriggle free underneath him. She regretted the movement immediately as she could feel him pressed against her. She felt ill knowing all of this was turning him on. It was vile.
"Who are you?" She spat.
"Captain Frollo," he replied, smirking proudly. "Captain Claude Frollo to be precise."
Emma gasped in recollection at the name. It seemed she was going to meet all the characters from the Hunchback of Notre Dame before the end of her trip in the past.
"You know of me? How unfair as I do not know much of you." He leant forward, pressing himself further into her and whispered in her ear, "Emma."
She shivered under his breath. She needed to get him off her, to get out of there, to get to Regina. Before she could do any of that, she needed to free up her wrists so that she could summon her magic. His grasp on her was too tight, she couldn't move an inch. She could feel them bruising under his force already.
In an act of desperation, Emma called out the only thing she could think of in an attempt to get him off her. "How's Quasimodo?"
Frollo's movements stuttered as if he had been dowsed with a bucket of ice-cold water. He froze in shock. "How do you know about my son?" He demanded, his lips unmoving, his voice low.
Holy shit! Emma thought. Finally, the Hunchback of Notre Dame finally got something sort of right. In this story, Quasi was the judge's son but the judge wasn't a judge. He was just the captain of the Evil Queen's guards. However, that didn't make him any less evil and bitter. He was, however, the one to bring up Quasi. Instead of being instructed to do so, it seemed he was his son biologically. Though how anyone could bear to touch him willingly, and carry his child, she didn't know.
However, with the slight distraction, his vice grip loosened a fraction and Emma was able to shuffle slightly out of his grip. She shot her knee up and hit him fully in the crotch. Frollo gasped out in pain and fell to the side, clutching his parts to him.
"Bastard!" She hissed at him. Despite the power she'd put behind her kick, he was starting to recover and stand. Emma quickly concentrated and summoned her magic. With a flick of her wrist, she repeated the spell she'd used on the other guards earlier and knocked him out. She had about 60 seconds to run before he woke up again. Without wasting a second, she sprinted from the room.
It took her a couple of corners to realise that she was deeply embedded in the guards' quarters with no knowledge of how to get out. She paused and looked around for a small cupboard she could hide in so she could concentrate.
She found the tiniest space that seemed to house nothing but a broken chair. It was pitch black but that didn't bother her. She could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching. She didn't have time to be bothered.
With all the concertation she could muster, she tried to remember everything Regina had taught her about transportation. She had to picture her destination clearly. That was easy, she pictured Regina's bedroom. She had to build up enough magic to be able to transport her easily. That was somewhat easy, she could feel it thrumming in her fingers, alert in her desperation to flee. That would have to be enough. Finally, she had to have a clear mind, only focusing on her end destination. That was proving to be more difficult as she heard the footsteps getting louder as they got closer.
Realising she didn't have any more time, she shut her eyes and pictured Regina's room again. She summoned her magic, took a deep breath and hoped for the best. She flicked her wrists and was carried in a cloud of white smoke.
She knew she was successful when she heard the Queen's cry of, "Emma!" However, she also realised she hadn't been as successful as she'd initially thought because as soon as the smoke cleared, she tried to take a step forward but hissed in pain. Before she could comprehend what was going on, she fell down. The last sound she heard was the Queen's shout of her name once more before everything went black.
oOoOo
Emma had no idea how long she'd been out, but when she woke up, she realised she was in the Queen's bed. She felt the growingly familiar mattress underneath her and the smooth feel of the silk sheets embracing her.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and they were met with the concerned gaze of her favourite chocolate ones. She felt Regina's fingers softly caressing the side of her face.
"Regina," she whispered hoarsely, her throat as dry as a bone.
At the sound, the Queen reached to the side and picked up a small goblet. She brought it to the blonde's lips and tipped it slightly, allowing her to take a sip or two.
"What happened?" Emma asked after she'd drank enough.
"I was hoping you could tell me," Regina answered softly. "I heard news that Snow had been released and that my guards were on the search of her accomplice. Then there was nothing until you appeared here." She frowned slightly. "You transported without a clear mind. You splinched yourself."
At the new word, Emma's brow furrowed in confusion. She tried to sit up but hissed when her leg wouldn't allow her to push herself up. Upon realising the blonde was struggling, Regina did her best to help her. She lifted her under one arm and pulled some pillows up behind her. Once settled, Emma looked expectantly at the Queen. "What does splinching mean?"
"Splinching is when you leave part of yourself behind when you try and transport yourself," Regina explained.
Slowly, she pulled back the silk sheets and Emma saw that her bottom half was naked. She almost blushed before realising that Regina had seen her a lot more naked than that. Looking down, she saw a swirl of scars running down her right leg. She hissed at the sight. The skin was blotchy and red. It made her feel sick.
"I stopped the bleeding and healed it best I could," Regina muttered. "I can't do too much at once, it was a large wound and took too much energy. I'll be able to fix it in an hour or so."
"Thank you," Emma replied. She looked away from her leg, unable to look at it anymore. Quickly, she pulled the sheets until they covered her leg up once more. She looked up at the Queen who was looking at her strangely. "What's wrong?"
"What happened?" Regina asked again, slowly. She took one of Emma's hands in hers and brought it up to her mouth. She kissed her knuckles and then her wrists. "Your wrists were badly bruised when you came too, but that wasn't from the splinching. It can't bruise you. Who hurt you?"
Emma shivered at the tone the Queen used. She couldn't name it. It was soothing to Emma, showing her that she cared, but there was a hint to it that promised that she would hunt the person down who did that to her.
She gulped before telling the Queen the story. "It happened after I let Snow go. That all went to plan. It was when I was escaping when he got me." As she spoke, her voice turned into a whisper. "He said would bring me to you alone, but he didn't, he took me to his room." She was almost silent now. Regina had to strain her ears to make sense of her words. "He pushed me onto the bed and trapped me. I could feel him. It was revolting. He wanted me because I had you."
"Who, Emma? Who did this to you?" The Queen asked once more.
"The Captain of your guard," Emma whispered, not looking at the Queen.
Regina gasped. She knew her captain was a little crazy, but she never imagined he would do something like this. Especially not when he had a young son at home. It was true that Quasi wasn't the most usual boy, but he still needed his father. It was that thought that parted her judgement. Part of her wanted to destroy him for touching Emma. Not just because she was with the Queen, but because it was disgusting for any man to force himself upon someone who didn't want it. The other part didn't want the young boy to grow up without his father. He was already going to have strife in his life, she didn't want to add to it.
"He will leave the castle immediately," she promised her love. She reached out and soothed Emma's hair before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her crown. "He won't touch you again. I promise."
At that, Regina quickly stood and headed to her door. She opened it and stuck her head out, not letting the guards see who was in her room. "Captain Frollo is to be dismissed immediately," she announced. "No questions asked. I will decide his replacement later."
Emma couldn't hear their response but apparently it went well when Regina returned with a satisfied smile gracing her sultry red lips.
"Are you feeling any better?" Regina asked softly as she sat beside the blonde once more. She'd been sat there almost thirty minutes, patiently waiting for her to awaken.
Emma nodded slowly before shuffling down the bed again. "Join me?" She requested.
Regina smiled softly and nodded. She stood and crossed to the other side of the bed. She slipped under the cover and snugged close to the blonde. She slipped her arm under her neck and Emma gritted her teeth as she rolled slightly into the Queen. A dull pain shot through her leg, but it was so worth it to be in Regina's arms. She breathed in her perfume and relaxed.
"I love you," she whispered as sleep threatened to take over once more.
However, before she slipped into unconsciousness, she heard the Queen's soft reply of, "I love you too, my sweet Emma."
oOoOo
When Emma woke for a second time, she automatically stretched out, fully rested. She flexed her toes and allowed the release of the muscles to move up her body. She stretched her hips when she realised that her leg didn't hurt anymore. Flipping down the covers, she saw the swirls of scars had disappeared. It was like they were never there, like it had never happened.
"I healed it a few moments ago," said a voice from behind her, very close behind her.
In the moment of stretching, she'd not realised that she wasn't alone in the bed. Smiling, she rolled over and saw Regina laying next to her. She was no longer wearing her leather trousers from earlier, but in a simple deep blue lace bra with matching panties. Emma's mouth went dry.
"Now that's an amazing sight to wake up to," she whispered as she reached out. "I want to wake up to it every morning." She slid one finger down her side and watched in delight as Regina shivered at the feel.
In seconds, the Queen closed the gap and sealed their lips together. "You can," Regina whispered. She brought up a hand and cupped Emma's cheek. At Emma's raised eyebrow, she continued. "You can't go back to working for my father. The guards know who let Snow go. You'll be arrested and thrown in jail."
"So, I'm to hide in your room until when?" Emma asked. She hadn't thought the plan through properly. "Til they all leave?"
"Until I slip a memory loss position in their drink," Regina replied with a shrug. "It takes two weeks to brew and then it'll be done."
"And then I'll go back to working for your father?" Emma tipped her head to the side in confusion, her brow furrowed.
Regina couldn't keep the smile off her face at the expression. The blonde just looked too cute.
"No, you can stay here with me. You can be my princess," she said with amusement in her eyes.
Emma scoffed. "I'm no princess," she insisted. "But you are my Queen." She leant forward and nipped Regina's throat before soothing it with a flick of her tongue, smirking when she heard the Queen sigh in pleasure and buck her hips.
"I want you," Regina whispered. "So much." Emma's eyes flashed with excitement as she rolled over, pulling the Queen on top of her, feeling her practically naked body pressed deliciously against her. "But–"
Emma groaned, buts were never a good thing. However, in an attempt to push her luck, she slipped her, now healed, leg between the Queen's legs and pressed teasingly light. Regina automatically rocked against it.
"But?" Emma repeated with a smirk, knowing the Queen was enjoying herself too much.
"I can't remember," she breathed before closing the gap between them and allowing Emma to make love to her again.
oOoOo
The two were coming down from their highs. The first they had separately. The Queen had ridden Emma's leg as if her life depended on it before she settled in between the blonde's legs and suckled her clit between her lips, coaxing her climax out of her quickly. Emma had then pulled her up to kiss her before slipping three fingers in deep. Not to be outdone, Regina slipped two fingers home and they rode each other's hands and kissed frantically until they could no more. They settled on leaning their foreheads together, their breaths mingling, as they brought each other over the edge once more.
Regina was snuggled into Emma's neck, with the blonde's arm wrapped protectively around her. The other sound was their breathing and their heartbeats until there was a knock on the Queen's door.
"Ugh," she groaned before regretfully slipping out of the bed. Emma watched her naked body cross the room before it was covered by a silk gown she had hung up on the side. Regina flicked her wrist over herself, Emma had no idea what it was for as she didn't look any different, before she opened the door. "What?"
Even straining her ears to hear, Emma couldn't make out what was being said. However, not even two minutes later, Regina snapped the door shut and rushed back into the room. She waved her hand over herself again and once more, nothing seemed to happen.
"What's wrong?" Emma asked. "What spell were you doing?"
Regina smiled. "I couldn't have him seeing me look dishevelled," she replied. "It was a disillusion charm. He saw me dressed impeccably as normal, not like I'd just been thoroughly ravished."
Emma smirked as she sat up in the bed, allowing the cover to slip and reveal her breasts. Regina's eyes clouded over with lust once more before remembering that Emma had asked another question.
"However, he was informing that my father is waiting for me to have dinner," she continued and Emma suddenly pulled the duvet back up, despite Henry not being present. "Someone distracted me when I remember earlier."
"How dare they," Emma teased and smirked before pulling Regina closer to her, untying her gown as she did so. "That's just incredibly rude." She pressed a kiss between Regina's breasts before pulling back. "We can't have you being too late for your meal."
Regretfully, Regina pulled back. She waved her hand once more over her and this time, Emma saw the change. She was dressed in a navy-blue gown, a fraction darker than her underwear. It hugged her curves and Emma could see the slit that ended just above her knee. It was a halter neck, hiding the jewels on her chest. She looked delicious.
"Join us?" Regina requested. "We can tell him the news."
At this, Emma raised her eyebrow. "That I'm sleeping with his daughter?" She teased. "Or that I'm quitting my job so that I can sleep with his daughter."
Regina stepped forward and knocked Emma on her shoulder, laughing in surprise when the blonde pulled her down with her. She closed the gap and kissed her soundly.
"No, you fool, that you're my True Love," Regina said, happiness clear in her voice, "And maybe that you're, you know, from the future."
"You believe me?" Emma asked slowly. She was still surprised that Regina had taken it so well. She was amazing.
Regina shrugged. "You're my True Love," she repeated. "You'd never lie to me. Especially not about something like this." She pulled back and stood up once more. "Now come on, we can't keep my father waiting any longer."
Emma slowly got out bed and stretched again, satisfied at the crunch her spine made.
"I don't have anything to wear," she realised. The dress she'd worn to work wouldn't do, plus she had no idea where it had gone. She hadn't woken up wearing it earlier.
Regina tilted her head for a moment as she considered this before waving her hand over Emma. Suddenly, the blonde was dressed in a lavender off the shoulder dress. It was short sleeved with a sweetheart neckline that she could see the Queen eyeing already. It finished at the front just above her knees and dropped down to the floor at the back. It was simple but elegant.
Her look was finished with a pair of nude heels and her hair was knotted into a sophisticated bun at the top of her head.
"There, you look beautiful," Regina breathed as she stepped forward, admiring her handy work. She brushed a loose hair out of Emma's face and tucked it before her ear before kissing her cheek.
"I can't compare with your beauty, my love," Emma whispered before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
Regina smiled at the softness, embracing the love Emma had for her before becoming serious.
"Now, it's time to go tell my father."
oOoOo
So, telling Henry went down a lot smoother than Emma ever imagined it was going to. He was a little apprehensive when Emma told him the truth about being from the future. She tried to ensure that she didn't reveal just how they got to Storybrooke or how Regina cast the curse. In fact, she hadn't actually mentioned much about the curse. Regina hadn't asked.
As soon as they mentioned that she and Regina was True Loves, he couldn't keep the smile, or the smirk, off his face. He simply reached out across the table and took each of their hands in his.
"I'm so happy for both of you," he admitted. Regina couldn't keep the smile off her face and glanced at Emma who was matching her grin.
"Thank you, Sir," Emma muttered, a blush creeping up her face.
"Now, now, we can't be having that anymore," Henry chastised fondly. "I take it, you won't be working for me anymore, now that you're a fugitive?" He winked to show that he was joking and Emma laughed.
"I'm afraid not, Sir, please take this as my resignation," Emma joked and the three laughed.
"I'll have to find someone else then." He chortled again before becoming serious. "Now, are you going to tell Laverne and Esmeralda?"
Emma frowned. She barely knew the two, but she felt like she owed it to them. "As far as anyone is concerned, I'm the one who let Snow escape. They'll be in danger, surely, if they knew where I was?"
She glanced at the Queen who nodded sadly. "Only for the next two weeks. I'll start the potion tomorrow. You can help me."
Emma's eyebrows shot up. "Me? Help?"
Regina smiled. "You said I was your teacher in the future, why not be your teacher now?"
"I like a woman in charge," Emma teased and winked at her love before remembering that Henry was still sat in front of her. Slowly she turned to face him, nervous, gaging his reaction. But she didn't need to be worried, he was smiling brightly at the too.
"Young love," he said simply before digging back into his food.
A/N: yep, I stole Splinching from Harry Potter. Please don't sue! Also, thank you to everyone who has favourited/followed and reviewed. It makes me so happy! As always, let me know what you think or what you think might happen! You never know, I may use your suggestion. Love, Emss x
