Author's Note: Three sentence-ish AU fic written for the prompt 'storm chasers' over on Tumblr.
"You cannot seriously be considering going after this one," Regina grabs her arm and spins her around, not letting her gaze falter, "Emma, it'd be suicide; I can't go with you for this."
Emma pulls her arm away, tears already in her eyes. "I thought we were a team." She shakes her head and moves towards the beat up truck that won't make it through another storm. "Fine. Don't come. I'll go alone. Everyone leaves me anyway. Why should this be different?"
"Emma!" Regina calls against the wind that's already picking up, but the only answer she gets is the slamming of the truck door.
