So today I finished my dissertation. (Finished but did not submit, that is tomorrows job). I sat around and watched like 8 episodes of Grey's Anatomy before I decided to see if I could write anything and this happened. Angsty (cos some people like it) but you know me. Can't hold off on the fluff for long. Based off a prompt from Tumblr from forbiddenfruitsq.


June 9th 2017

"No"

"What do you mean, no?"

"I mean no."

"Well I say yes."

"Well I say no, and that is final!"

"Are you freaking kidding me?"

"Emma this is not up for discussion."

Emma clenched her fists and stood from where she had been sat, on the arm of the chair behind Regina's desk. "You cannot be serious? I am a grown ass adult Regina. I can make my own decisions." She took a deep breath and unclenched her fists, willing herself to calm down before she stormed out.

Regina watched her partner closely, seeing the clenched fists, seeing the rise and fall of her chest, seeing the angry flush on her neck and she rolled her eyes. "I think that response alone demonstrates that you are not fully an adult Miss Swan. I really don't see what you are finding so hard to understand. You are not getting a motorcycle."

"What you don't seem to understand, Madam Mayor, is that I am not asking for your permission!" Regina heard the sneer in Emma's voice at the title and she bit back the hurt she felt, the tightening in her throat and stood herself, facing Emma.

"If you dare get a motorcycle Emma, you will be getting out of my house and finding someplace else to live!" Emma closed her eyes, feeling the heat rising in her chest.

"I'll send you my forwarding address for my post." She turned and left, not wanting to say anything further. She loved her fiancée, and deep down she knew why she was saying no to her getting a bike, so she did not want to say anything she would regret. They'd been in a happy little love bubble for the past week ish and she knew that with the wedding stress, both of their work loads and their conflicting personalities, they were about due for a fight.

Regina cringed as the door slammed behind the blonde and she allowed herself to feel everything she had been holding back during their conversation for thirty seconds before she sat back down, turning back to her emails, the lunch that Emma had bought for her discarded on the desk next to her.

She managed to get through two of the thirty eight emails she had left in her inbox before she had to stop, the nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach preventing her from being able to concentrate. For the first time in a long time, she did not know what the right thing to do would be, follow after her girlfriend or let her cool off and find her later. It was the risk that she would not be able to find her later that caused her to log off her laptop and pack it up, telling her assistant she was unwell and would be working from home, inviting him to leave when he had finished reformatting her diary up until the end of July.

She didn't know where to go first. She knew Emma was supposed to be working, but she also knew that she liked to go down to the docks, or to where Henry's old castle used to be to think. When she got in her car though, she felt something pulling her home.

When she got home, the ajar front door filled her with panic and she internally thanked whoever was up there that Emma and Henry weren't home. She parked her Mercedes quickly and was in the house in a matter of moments, stepping out of her heels in the entranceway so she could sneak in quietly. Noise from the ceiling above her made her conjure a fireball ready to attack the intruder inside her home and made her way up to her bedroom, where the noise was coming from.

Her fireball was extinguished quickly when she looked into the open door of her bedroom and saw her future wife packing a bag. Her heart dropped to her stomach as she stepped inside, announcing her presence to the blonde.

"Emma… what are you doing?"

Emma didn't react, instead she ignored the brunette and carried on packing, taking her favourite leather from the hanger in the closet, attempting to fold it neatly.

"Emma, stop…" She held her hand out, her magic stopping Emma from being able to do anything except turn to face her.

"Do not do that Regina. Do NOT use your magic against me, we have discussed this before!"

Unwillingly, Regina released her grip, reaching out her hand without touching her. "Emma, please, we need to talk. Don't go…"

"I think you made your feelings rather clear madam mayor. You don't trust me to make my own decisions, you don't value my part in your life, in your home. Why would I stay?"

Regina stood, wanting to reach out and pull her fiancée into her arms, unsure what to say. She didn't want to say anything wrong and so opened and closed her mouth with a snap.

"Emma this is your home, this is your family." Regina caught the look of vulnerability that flashed in her partners' eyes and this time she did step forward, reaching out to lay her hand on her arm. "We love you, we need you. I need you…"

Emma's eyes hardened as she seemed to be looking past Regina. "You decided this for us Regina. You do not think of this as our home. When you decide to finally treat me as an equal adult in this relationship then I'll think about coming back."

The thought of Emma leaving, of her actually walking out didn't make Regina scared, it made her angry. Everyone she ever loved left her in one way or another, and it appeared that it was time for Emma to leave. The once Evil Queen clenched her fists to try and calm herself down, much like Emma had done earlier and turned around for a moment, trying to work out how to respond to the woman.

"Well if that is what you really want Miss Swan, feel free to take what you need and I can pack the rest of your things. You don't even need to talk to me, I'm sure Henry or your parents would be happy to pass on your new address." Emma's insides clenched at the thought that Henry would once again be disrupted but didn't show it, not allowing herself to cry in front of Regina. "I also think it would be better for us to converse only about Henry for the foreseeable…" She knew she would regret her next words but for some reason she could not stop herself from saying them. "Though if you do leave, I will have to tell him exactly why his ma has left us, has ran away, again."

The room was silent for a moment, Emma staring at Regina in shock. "I… You… What…?" She turned back to her packing for a moment before facing her girlfriend (or were they ex's now?) again. "I want a divorce!"

Regina sneered, and for a second, Emma was reminded of the evil queen. "We're not even married!"

"And whose fault is that?!" Emma found herself yelling a reply that didn't really make sense.

The two were glaring at each other, the air surrounding them tense and angry. They had not fought like this in so long and neither of them could really explain why this had turned into a fight at all. They were both too angry to back down, but they both knew deep down they would both do what they needed to fix it. They both thought they would be able to make the other come to a compromise. But also, they both knew that they were stubborn, and neither of them wanted to be the first to back down.

When Regina didn't reply, Emma sighed, seemingly shrinking into herself, an action that Regina had not seen in so long. She was silent as she grabbed her phone, shoving her jacket and charger into the bag, zipping it up. Regina was silent as the love of her life pushed past her and walked downstairs, slamming the front door behind her as she left. Regina remained silent as she stood still, numb, not sure what had happened or why, and not sure how she would fix it.


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