It's been 22 days of mandatory quarantine here in Argentina, and we're still counting. I've been watching OUAT for the first time ever and instantly loved Swan Queen, so here's my first fanfic, inspired on this... situation we are living. The "virus" in this story isn't necessarily Coronavirus, though.
This first chapter is very short but there're more to come, so if you like it stay tuned! Also, sorry in advance for any English mistakes since it's not my first language.
Take care of yourselves and those around you. Stay at home!

Something wicked loomed over Storybrooke. But it was no dark curse, no. It was a virus. Or at least that's what they said for now. A stranger had arrived to town a week ago and ended up in the hospital, for what seemed to be some respiratory malfunction. He died in a few days.

Regina Mills, as the town's Mayor, needed to take an urgent measure to prevent any more contagions. One of the dwarves – she couldn't remember which one; they were all the same to her – who apparently had talked to that foreigner, contracted the virus and then infected one of his brothers; now both of them were hospitalized, isolated and under observation. At first, Regina wondered if this virus was actually some kind of dark magic casted by an unknown foe, so before making any decision, she met with the Charmings – what had she come to, asking the Charmings for advice. Emma Swan, of course, made her know she was being ridiculous. Regina, I don't know if in the Enchanted Forest everyone was perfectly healthy and didn't get sick – she had told her sarcastically, and the brunette rolled her eyes – but this is clearly a virus. We should all stay at home and avoid social contact at least for a couple of weeks, to prevent it from spreading.

Madam Mayor distrusted the Savior's knowledge on the Health department, so she consulted with Dr Whale, who couldn't yet determine what caused the disease, only that its symptoms could be high fever, shortness of breath, sore throat, and was extremely contagious, so isolation would be necessary. So Regina ordered a mandatory quarantine throughout the town, forbidding its habitants to get out of their homes, and put a protective spell surrounding Storybrooke so no one could leave or enter. The quarantine would last at least twenty days, starting that midnight, and it could extend if necessary.

Naturally, such an extreme measure provoked controversy and contrary opinions amongst Storybrooke's habitants, always so prone to chaos and hot headed debates. Leeroy – or that grumpy dwarf, as Regina identified him – was the first to protest, raising his voice, that what would he do twenty days imprisoned in home with the other dwarves, that they would go insane and kill each other with their pickaxes, that they needed to work and go to Granny's for after office and lasagna, and some more crap to which more and more voices joined in. Snow White managed to calm down the mob, assuring that this was the safest choice for everybody. Regina assured that she would be very severe with anyone who violated the quarantine. Only a few could work, like the sheriffs, the health personnel, and stores that provided the basic necessities. Granny's would be open only for delivery to nearby houses.

As the crowd scattered, Regina approached Emma before she got away, with an issue that occurred to her when she took the quarantine decision.

"Emma" she said, since now she called her by her name. Especially for what she was about to propose. The blonde turned around, standing in front of her. "We should talk about what to do with Henry."

"What?"

"Because of the quarantine. I won't be able to go visit him, and Henry can't go from one house to the other. I don't want to be twenty days away from my son."

"Me neither." Emma answered quickly, probably thinking Regina would want Henry to come back to her.

"I know." Regina assured her. She wouldn't take his son away from her either; the Evil Queen she used to be was gone. "I can't believe what I'm about to say…" She took a deep breath as Emma's green eyes looked at her, expectant. "We could stay in my house, the three of us."

Emma fell silent, looking as though she didn't understand or had misheard.

"Emma?"

"In your house? Henry,… you and me? For twenty days?"

"It's the only way both of us can be with him during the quarantine."

"But…" Emma doubted, frowning. "I won't be able to see my parents, and neither will Henry."

"Swan." Regina sighed. "I imagine you wouldn't think both of us, Henry and your parents can live under the same roof for twenty days… It's time you flew the nest, anyway."

Emma snorted.

"And fly to your nest?" She asked with irony, and Regina felt attacked.

"Alright, if it's so unbearable to you the mere idea of living with me, that you prefer not seeing our son for twenty days, do as you please. I won't leave Henry."

She turned around ready to go, offended, but froze in place when she felt Emma's warm and firm hand enveloping her wrist.

"Regina, wait."

The younger woman pulled on her wrist softly, making her turn around to look at her.

"I didn't say no." She said. Regina glanced at the hand still holding her wrist and arched an eyebrow. Emma noticed and quickly let go. "You took me by surprise, that's all… But yeah, I think that's the best idea. Specially for Henry.

Regina nodded. The bond between the two of them, even if it wasn't what one would call a friendship, wasn't the enmity and competition of a few years ago. They could do this. Both of them had learned to forget their rivalry, for Henry. Even so, in previous occasions Emma had showed her interest in being her friend, heavens know why.

And Regina, deep down, deep, deep, deep down, had become a little fond of Emma Swan. Not that she would ever admit it, hell no.

"Good" she said, relieved that they agreed on this. "Prepare your things and Henry's. Come home around eight."

"Do you want me to bring some food?" the blonde offered "Lasagna from Granny's?"

Regina snorted. She knew she was being nice, but that was almost an insult.

"I'll make you taste some real lasagna, Miss Swan."

Emma rolled her eyes, but couldn't help a smile.

"See you at eight" she said, turning around and going to her yellow Volkswagen.

If someone had told Regina years ago that one day she would invite Emma Swan to live with her, she would have probably laughed her ass off and thrown a fireball at whatever dimwit dared to speak such nonsense.