When Gold knocked on her door telling her that she was going to New York to help him find his son, not in a million lives she thought that the man she was looking for was going to end up being Neal. The man who made her fall in love with him, used her, knocked her up and let her go to jail for his shit, and if that was not enough, her own son decided to mess with her and simply ran away leaving her to deal with Rumple and Rumple Jr. alone. Damn kid, couldn't you have waited a bit?
Her feeling were dimmed by the fear she was experimenting for her missing child, but ever since she got the call from Regina telling her that she had the boy the blonde sheriff became too aware of where she was, but more importantly who she was with. Looking around at an ugly looking shoe box of an apartment all she could think was of her heart break from so many years ago, all those days locked up for something that was not all her fault to begin with, giving up her baby because if she thought she would never be good enough before after prison she would never ever stand a chance to give him more than shame and a crappy life.
"Emma, we need talk." Neal came out of his room after what she assumes was a difficult conversation with his father. As if being the daughter of a charming duo was not enough now she had to stomach that fact that her son was the grandchild of freaking Rumpelstiltskin.
"We have nothing to talk about." Everything in her posture was screaming 'leave me alone' and 'get the fuck out' but it would be too easy if the idiot did just that, wouldn't it?
"What you mean nothing to talk about Emma, how about the fact that I have a son?"
Emma scoffed in his face and pointed a finger at the man she once cared for so much. "Henry is not and will never be your son, do you hear me? You gave that up when you left me to rot in jail Neal, don't mistake things. I'm not here for me or for the kid; I'm only paying my end of the deal, something that got me fucked up because MY son got so upset by seeing you he ran away."
"He only did it because you told him I was dead, what the hell was that about?" Bad move cowboy, Gosh what was wrong with her to fall for this shithead in the first place? Desperation for love would be the answer, another thing to add to the file: mommy and daddy put me on a three and fucked me up. True Love really does wonders for people's mind.
"What would you have me do? Crush his hopes and dreams saying his dad was some random guy that got the best of me? You wanted me to tell him how you played me and left me with no other option but to give him up? It was way better to lie and say that you died a hero than tell him the truth."
"I know it was wrong of me to do that, but I had to Emma." The nerve of this guy is unbelievable; does he really think she is going to fall for this?
"You had to? Don't give me this shit, you didn't have to do a thing, you did it because you wanted to and nothing else."
"That's not true. August, he came to me and told me who you were and that you had to fulfill your destiny. I had to let you go." He is pleading now and worse he is actually moving for her but hell no, his dirty paws will never again touch her skin as long as she lives.
"How dare you! We could have been together, you could have told me the truth, and you could have kept your fucking promise to never leave me! You know what? I can't do this now, I'm out and don't you dare follow me."
She left the apartment and she made sure to slam the door as hard as she could on her way out, she was running down the stairs when she called Regina to find out if she was going to take long to get here because she was not lying when she said that she could not stand to be near Neal anymore. She need a drink and she needed one fast, but before she had to make sure her son was safe, only when that is out of her mind that she will let herself lose it.
Regina barely got a chance to turn the engine of her Mercedes off before a very pissed off Emma Swan was throwing the back seat door open, getting inside and yelling for the queen to drive. The brunette woman was quite speechless but seeing the evident discomfort and desperation in the savior's features she quickly started driving away.
"Mom, are you okay?" Henry's voice got Emma out of her daydream and to the painful reality. "No kid, I'm everything but okay but that is not the point right now. Want to tell me what the hell were you thinking Henry? This is not Storybrooke where no one will mess with you, this is New York and you should be thanking whatever God that there is that you are in one piece. You had me worried sick and I don't even want to think what would have happened if Regina wasn't around to find you."
Okay, the queen was not expecting that, it was all very truth but to hear the savior saying it is still quite shocking.
"I'm sorry Emma, I know it was wrong of me to do so." That's my little prince, mine, again. What a great day this one is turning out to be, for some at least. Emma had her body squeezed between the two front seats and was looking at Henry in the eye. "It was wrong of me to lie to you kid, but running away like this is not an option anymore, not that it ever was."
"I know that too, mom already gave me the speech and I promise I won't do it again." If the savior had anything to say about the mom part she definitely kept it to herself and what is even better, after Henry said that the brunette woman had done the talking she simply sat down right on her sit and let out a nice long and tired. "Good."
"So mom, where are you taking us?" For so long she had thought she would never hear that coming from her little prince again that for a moment she actually expected Emma to answer him, but that would be a stupid question given she was the one driving and only after that was settled in her mind that she allowed the words to make their way to her brain once more, memorizing the sound now so alike but so different from the last time he had called her that.
She had heard him calling the savior as much and for some this may be irrational, but the weight of that term said to her was different in a way she just couldn't describe. After today she could come back to saying how 'mom' is her favorite thing anyone ever called her, just like she did when a toddler Henry had said it as his very first word.
Emma was the one to speak first anyway. "Actually Regina could you drop us at the hotel we are staying? I really need a shower and a change of clothes if that is not too much to ask."
"Sure, what is the address?" The blonde one gave her a piece of torn paper to the queen and the moment the one behind the wheel read it she simply refused it and you could clearly feel rather than just listen the distress that thought brought to the woman.
"You are staying there, are you out of your mind? That is one horrible place to stay, especially with a boy, it's too dangerous there."
"Christ woman, it's not like I am rich or anything and all of the nicely enough hotels that fit my pocket were taken, it was either this or worse."
The girl is definitely awake now and ready to shoot but that does not matter, Regina is a queen and a royal will always have the last say in the matter - even if Emma is also a princess but that is pointless to her - and this time will be no different so she is just going to put it out there and that is it. "Well you are not spending a night in that dump, which is a ridiculous notion, even for you."
"Funny how you are not even asking, do you even have a better place or this is just to piss me off?" The right thing the ex mayor wanted to hear, isn't the savior too predictable and so easy to fall for her games?
"I'm taking you to my home dear, of course." To be honest, the hotel they had booked wasn't even that bad, but grumpy Miss Swan or not she would never take down an opportunity to spend a night or just a few more hours with her son.
The apartment complex was definitely not what Henry was expecting, it was grand and in a fancy looking neighborhood but it wasn't a mansion with his mother's family crest in it. Either way as he enter it he realized that maybe it didn't had countless rooms and so much space but it was still really big. The penthouse has five bedrooms, two offices, a enormous kitchen followed by a living room as big as the one back in Storybrooke and the boy realized that this place fitted his adoptive other as much as the one back home.
Home, could he even call it that anymore? Because it definitely does not feel like it, not since he got that damned book and started screwing things up. Those thoughts lead him to thinking, now that they were at least talking would she come back home? Was Storybrooke even her home? How happier was she in this big city away from those people that only judge her? And if she never went back, could he come live with her? Would Emma let him?
'That is thinking too far', echoed in his head. 'What you need to ask yourself is if she even forgiven you, all of that was probably just an act of pity towards a pathetic little you.' The mean words coming from that tormenting and venomous voice made him falter and in need to lash out but he refused to act on it. He had done it before, refused to believe that his mother's words were true and here he is, in misery missing her presence in his life. This time he is going to do this the right way, she had said that they would talk and that she loved him, so he is going to wait and he is going to trust her in this. From now on no more jumping into conclusions, and no more accepting the crazy and disturbing voices in his head to make up his mind.
The insistent calling of his name in the other room forced him to clear his mind and focus on right now in New York City, on the right now with both his mothers in this house that could eventually and if he is super lucky became his home, on the right now with the possibility of being a Mills once more, maybe the right now was a good place to be. "Yeah!?"
"I'm going to the market to buy something to fix us dinner, do want to come with me?" Does he ever?
Regina and Henry are gone, not gone gone, but you get her point. She was exhausted, both from the panic she felt when she realized her kid was lost in the concrete jungle and because of that bastard Neal (she should have punched him when she realized it was him she was after) so when the queen offered to take Henry away for an hour so she could calm herself she almost kissed the woman. No joke, she literally and so stupidly went for a hug with the fucking former Evil Queen and made a move to her mouth. Emma Swan definitely has a death wish and thankfully the woman only separated herself from her embrace and told her in a calm voice to not do that ever again. In her defense Regina had been pretty hands on back at the Rabbit Hole in Ruby's birthday party so it was a honest mistake. If such a thing even exists.
Now that she is alone she can look around and inspect the place and Madam Mayor has a fine taste in decor, the penthouse is even fancier than the white mansion, something the savior doubt could be a thing. The living room is just her dream everything wrapped up in one place. The couch is black leather, comfy and just the perfect size to fit two people in all the sexy position that guarantee you a fantastic fuck. Has she taken him for a test drive yet? Of course she has Swan, Regina Mills is not the kind of woman to not have people begging to be fucked by her, she thinks to herself.
Moving on to the next topic because thinking too much about the queen's sex life will do no good for her, she thinks that all of the others stuff in the room are really cool as well but what really made her weak in the knees is the biggest flat TV she has ever seen in her life. She doesn't even have to think too much to picture herself living in this place, she most definitely would NEVER leave here, except to take things to the master bedroom with a certain brunette woman, and can you blame her?
Her sight now lands on the liquor cabinet and her previously need for booze is now back on full mode. It only takes a moment of hesitation before she is making her way to her new prey: an overpriced bottle of whiskey. She is half way to pouring her drink when a picture steels her attention, or rather the ones in it that it does. Of all the things she imagined Regina to be related to, posing as lovebird was NOT one of them. Who is this woman by the way? Who that hell she thinks she is to steal her queen and have the woman take cute pictures like this? Is this why Regina pushed her away?
During her musings the green eyed savior spilled her drink all over herself and the pristine marble floor. Great, just great! It would seem that if an Emma Swan on a regular basis is a real clumsy woman, but an Emma Swan blinded by the green eyed monster has no limits.
"Fuck! Regina is going to serve my guts for the kid as the main course. What do I do?" Taking long deep breaths the savior decides that the best thing to do is take off her shirt and to try and dry off the floor with it. She has to go to the bathroom and soak her blouse in the water to wash away the alcohol and come back to swipe the floor two times. When it's all done she looks at her tank top and decides to just toss it away in the laundry room because it's clearly ruined.
The walk back to the 'crime scene' is done with the upper part of her body covered only by her black lacy bra with her head down so deep in thought that she missed a blond woman just closing the door, but she sure as hell heard her outraged voice.
"Who the hell are you?"
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