Derogatory language included if that's a trigger for anyone and also elements of the beginning of a situation that could also be a trigger.

Also, did some real research for this one. Got some medical advice from an MD (specialising in Neurology) for the very basics at least.

Special prize if you spot my nod to a modern Disney movie that I haven't seen.

July 21st 2017


Emma was propped up on her elbow, watching Regina sleep. They'd fought but it was over relatively quickly. Emma had questioned the brunette about how she could even say something like that, how she even though Emma was capable of such a thing. Regina had quickly bought up everything that had raised her suspicions and it ended in the blonde just laughing.

Of course that made Regina angrier and she'd picked up a cushion from the armchair beside her and thwacked the blonde with it. That had made her laugh harder and Regina had stormed off, followed quickly by Emma who was holding back her chuckles as she informed her fiancée she was in fact, not having an affair and that she was planning a surprise for the woman. She didn't want to spoil the surprise any further and so refused to say anything more, and it meant the brunette was not happy with her for the rest of the day.

They'd gone to bed together, with the mayor absolutely refusing to cuddle with her fiancée. The sheriff had pouted at first but she was too excited about the surprise to allow it to bother her. Part of her was slightly concerned that Regina would hate it, and that she would remain annoyed at the blonde for as long as she could but she also knew that Regina very rarely celebrated herself, if ever. Emma had decided that that needed to change, and though she would spend the rest of her life celebrating her future wife, she would have one day with the whole town celebrating her.

She grinned as she thought about what she did have planned and shifted so she was lying down in bed, using the fact that Regina was sleeping and therefore unable to throw a fireball at her to wrap her arms around her and pull her close. She fell asleep dreaming of her wedding day.

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Despite her recent lack of sleep, she woke before the brunette and decided to get up, figuring she could make her family breakfast before she went to work. She chopped some fruit and poached some eggs, toasting wholemeal bread to the colour Regina preferred it. Her fiancée's accusations had been ridiculous, they both knew that, but Emma wanted to do anything to make it clear to her just how much she loved her. She knew she hadn't been as attentive as she should have been, or at least could have been and that was due to change.

It was only 15 minutes later that Regina emerged, freshly showered and dressed for work. She looked pleasantly surprised at the spread before her, even more so when she noticed Emma using her juicer for the first time, hand squeezing the oranges she'd picked up the day before.

"Em… what are you..?" Emma simply shrugged and poured the woman a glass, flitting out of the room to call up the stairs to Henry.

"I just… I want you to know that I notice all of the things that you do for me. I appreciate them… and I'm going to work harder to do more things for you…" Regina's raised brow caused Emma to sigh and she sat down at the counter, both hands cradling a cup of coffee. Regina shook her head, still annoyed with the blonde but she couldn't deny she was happy at with the gesture.

"Well I thank you for the effort Miss Swan. Keep it up. Good work." It was almost snide and Regina felt instantly guilty at the tone, even more so when she saw Emma's face drop. "Emma…" The younger woman stood with a frown, and walked past her, having to walk past the other woman on her way out of the kitchen. A hand on her elbow made her pause for a second but she simply shrugged it off, leaving without a backward glance.

She didn't allow herself to wallow in the negative feelings for long. Regina's reaction was warranted, at least a little, and Emma was so excited about the upcoming few weeks that she would not allow herself to let it get her down. She nodded at Henry as he made his way into the kitchen for his breakfast and grabbed her jacket from the coat rack by the door, deciding to go into work early. She heard Regina call her as she opened the door, and swung it closed behind her, not wanting to say anything that could be misconstrued when she was not in the right place to respond.

She only checked her phone again when she got to the station and was about to send another apology to her fiancée when the station phone rang, and she was called out to an emergency situation, assisting one of their new officers on a job. She left her phone on the desk as she grabbed her pepper spray, gun and handcuffs from her locker, making her way to the cruiser that was left in the station spot, peeling out of the space with her lights flashing.

It was supposed to be a simple job, the sheriff and the officer having apprehended the perp red handed, climbing out the window of the house they'd been called to, jewellery and what looked like valuable antiques he had stolen in the knapsack on his back. As she searched him she had found a sheathed knife tucked into the back of his waistband and Emma had grown angry, when she realised she knew the resident of the house, Ellie, an elderly woman who would attend the local hospital to read to the sick children, and who knitted new clothes and toys for the babies in the NICU. Emma had control of the perp while the other officer had gone to check on the resident who was being robbed. She took a deep breath trying to calm down as she removed the knife, placing it on top of the car roof. She'd had to lean over the perp to do so, and yelped as she was shoved backwards as he thrust back with his hips.

"Get the fuck off me you dyke!" Emma paused for a second, but pulled herself together quick enough to grab his wrist with one hand, reaching for her handcuffs with her other. Unfortunately he was stronger, and the hand she was holding was the one that was still weak, due to her healing wrist and he managed to pull out of her grip, twisting around so her back was to the car and he was against her, pressing his crotch against her, holding her wrists down. "Actually… I'd get me a piece of that ass… and then I'd have to get some of the mayor's too". Emma could handle him talking about her, but threaten the woman she was going to marry, she would not put up with that. She closed her eyes, the anger burning inside her and she lifted her knee carefully, aiming it where she knew it would cause the most pain.

He howled and staggered back a step, but somehow didn't drop her wrists. Except he did, a second later, when he pulled his arm back and swung his fist forward, connecting with Emma square in the face. Now she was angry. Her nose was burning and she could feel blood pooling in the back of her throat. She growled, and ripped her arm free from his, stomping on his foot, while she wrapped his arm around his back. Her head was starting to pound and she blinked a few times to clear her vision, before she had his other arm in the cuffs and he was face down on the floor. She saw the other officer leaving the house, waving goodbye to Mrs Fredricksen and she gave the perp a swift kick in the ribs before hauling him up to put him in the back of the cruiser. When he was in and the door was locked she stepped away, holding her hand to her nose. A look at her shirt showed she'd been bleeding from the nose and she accepted a tissue from the other officer plugging her nose with it.

She was back at the station half an hour later, still trying to get a hold on the bleeding. It had slowed but not stemmed and her head was beginning to ache like it used to. She had left her spare change of uniform at home in her rush to leave that morning, having it taken home a few days earlier for cleaning and so was stuck in her blood stained shirt for the rest of her shift. But the way her headache wasn't improving meant Emma had already called her father and asked him to come in, to help her just in case.

Her phone rang and she picked it up without thinking, seeing her mother's name on the screen. Rolling her eyes, she terminated the call, knowing she was likely calling to complain that it wasn't David's shift, and that he shouldn't be called in. It was then she noticed the three missed calls and four texts all from her wife, getting more urgent as time went on, though only just over an hour had passed since she'd left the house. She was about to text back, informing her that she had been on a call and was not ignoring her, when the tell-tale sound of her heels echoed in the hallway.

Emma groaned and tried to cover her shirt, not in the mood for another fight with her fiancée about… well whatever she felt like fighting about. She was not successful.

"Emma, listen…" She paused as Emma stood, picking up a fresh tissue from the box, swapping it out for the one that was currently stemming the drip. Regina dropped her purse where she was stood and lurched forward, cradling Emma's face in her hands as she tilted her head up, looking at the damage. "Emma… what the hell?" She waved her hand across the blonde's face, removing the stains of dried blood to get a better look. "Is this… is it how it used to be…?" She frowned and it looked as if she was trying not to panic, not to worry. "Do you have a headache? How long has this been going on?"

Emma huffed, but leaned into her fiancée's touch, closing her eyes momentarily. "It's fine babe, this isn't like last time. Yes, I have a headache, but it was just a little scuffle with a perp, I'm fine, I swear." Regina rolled her eyes, moving both hands to cup Emma's cheeks, looking her square in the eye, noticing the dark shade that was starting to surround them.

"You promise?" She held her gaze until the blonde nodded, and with that she kissed her softly. With a sigh, the taller woman wrapped her arms around the other, revelling in the comfort a simple hug provided. It seemed best to just hold back on discussing their other issues, when all they both wanted was each other. They stayed embracing for another minute before the door slamming open caused them to move apart, Emma making sure to grip Regina's hand tightly when she saw who Kevin, the officer who'd helped her earlier, was bringing in.

Kevin had taken the perp to the hospital for a quick scan after he'd witnessed the sheriff kick him, he'd taken one look at his boss's bloody nose and determined aloud the perp had fallen out of the window he was climbing out of and landed chest first on a garden ornament. The scan had clearly shown no major damage as he was yelling when he walked in, out of sight of the two women, clearly not aware they were in there.

"I'm gonna kill that dyke bitch sheriff, you mark my words. Then I'll pay her wife a visit and show her what she's been missing, show her what a man can do for her." His last words were spoken as they'd turned the corner into the main office, but he was looking back at Kevin, not noticing the women in the room. Regina had tensed in his presence, her grip squeezing Emma's hand to the point of pain at his words. He was silent as he finally saw who he was standing with, and the flash of fear on his face when Regina stepped closer to him was laughable.

"Oh you will, will you?" The room turned cold as Regina dropped Emma's hand, her anger was rolling off her in waves, and Emma was 95% sure the brunette had not sounded so… evil… since she was. She took another step forward and Emma shivered, at the darkness on her future wife's face. "Why don't you tell me…?" She closed her eyes for a second before glaring at the man. "Owen…" His face dropped when he realised she knew his name. "Exactly how you're going to show me what I've been missing? How are you going to…?" She'd been taking steps closer until she was less than a foot away, and she raised her hand as she raised her eyebrow. "Kill my wife? Please tell me… I dare you." He began shaking his head quickly, trying to step backwards, hitting Kevin's chest as he stood firm.

"Regina, stop…" The brunette ignored her partner and began to squeeze her fingers together. She was not touching him… not physically at least.

"Let me tell you… let me show you even… what happens to tiny little men with tiny little penises who have to threaten women to get what they want… who threaten my wife…" It was then that Regina seemed to remember Emma, and the fact that she was bleeding, and she turned back to the man, the look that flashed in her eyes could only be described as murderous. "To those who hurt my wife… LET ME SHOW YOU!" She stepped forward again. Owen was cowering in fear as Regina lowered her hand so it was hovering above his heart, ready to reach in and…

"Baby… please…" Emma's voice broke as she saw what her fiancée wanted to do. She couldn't let her go back to being that person, not now. Regina turned, dropping her hand in defeat. She did not want to do something that Emma was so opposed to. She didn't want to become that person, but the fact that this man had caused her true love harm… she didn't know what to do. With a snap of her fingers Owen tumbled to the ground and she stepped back to Emma, taking her in her arms again.

"He's only unconscious, he's fine…" The roles had reversed, and this time it was Emma who stroked Regina's cheek.

"Are you ok?" Regina nodded and closed her eyes, tilting her head back as Emma pressed her forehead against the others, muttering her love to her. They heard Kevin trying to move Owen into the cell but neither moved to help, not wanting to separate from the other while they were both feeling so raw and vulnerable. Emma sighed as her nose began to bleed again and reached out for a tissue, stopping when Regina handed her the silk handkerchief from her pocket.

"We need to get you checked at the hospital Emma… this isn't normal, nosebleeds shouldn't last this long." Emma nodded in agreement, looking at the clock on the wall, before looking at the door.

"I know. David's on his way in. We'll go then. Kevin's been a big help today, I don't want to leave him on his own." The brunette looked like she was going to argue but instead she nodded, turning to Kevin to thank him. When Owen was safely locked up, Regina sat down at David's desk, waiting for him to arrive, and for Emma and Kevin to finish his paperwork. Regina wanted to get the paperwork sent to Maine, get him taken through the proper legal system, but it was an argument she was going to save for later. For now she wanted to get her fiancée seen by a doctor, and then home for a hot bath and some long awaited and much needed time for the pair of them.


This one kinda just got away from me. No offence meant with the language, obviously. Maybe Owen will become important… who knows? Not edited cos I was working on this for like a week and I just wanted it done.