Hi guys and welcome to a new chapter of Resurgence! I'm so glad I had the motivation to post this!
I have an announcement. Starting this Monday, I will have midterms for two weeks. I'll be finished by the beginning of march, thankfully, but I'll not be able to post a new chapter. And if I do, please yell at me in the comments because I'm probably procrastinating on studying math and physics to write.
Anyway, hope you like this. Some more interaction between our ladies ;) The Regina/Henry meeting will definitely be next chapter.
Funny anecdote: math is sucking my soul. I have nothing left. Help.
"Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars, let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand. In other words, darling kiss me... Fill my heart with songs and let me sing, forevermore. You are all I long for, all I worship and adore... In other words, please be true, in other words, I love you," Frank Sinatra sings softly, his voice flowing from the cruiser's radio.
The women had been sitting in an uncomfortable silence for about two hours when Emma finally decided to put on some music.
Regina was definitely pleased with this decision, as she surprised Emma with some soft humming.
Apparently, she is a fan of the classics.
Emma smiles softly as she looks fondly at Regina from the corner of her eye. How had she been so blind? How had she not seen the amazing woman that was sitting right next to her, during those months she was in Storybrooke? She was an absolute moron. If only she hadn't taken the kid's words to heart... If only she had looked some more, to see for herself who Regina truly was...
She shakes her head. What if's are not what she needs right now. They are merely some dust the past's left in its wake. And Regina's right here. Definitely in the present.
Emma notices Regina looking at her curiously.
"What?" She asks, self-consciously passing a hand through her blond, tangled mess of a hair. It's been a week since she showered. She must look like a truck hit her.
"Nothing," the other woman shrugs and turns to look out of the window.
Even Regina, who's been freaking kidnapped, looks better than her right now.
She's sitting in the passenger seat, her legs stretched in front of her, the back of her chair reclined backward because of her back pain. A dark red, hand-knit blanket sat on her knees, courtesy of an elderly woman who became quite taken with Regina when they met at the hospital.
Chantal Mayers is a sweet, elderly nurse in her late sixties. She loves her patients more than anything, but for some reason, she had chosen Regina as her favorite. Emma understands. Regina's 'holier than thou' attitude got... crushed during her disappearance, and was somehow replaced by a submissive, almost child-like behavior. It scared the fuck out of Emma.
Regina now smiles all the time, talks very softly, cowers every time someone raises their voice and obeys every command she's given. Very un-Regina-like. Emma wonders if she'll ever talk to the old Regina again. Though, secretly, deep down, she wishes she'll not have to.
Old Regina was mean. She was what one would be able to qualify as a 'bitch' without a single doubt or regret. She was a tiger in the courtroom, a lioness at home. She used to scream at her maid -because of course, Regina Mills had a maid. She's way too busy to do chores- if she did something wrong, even if it was as insignificant as spilling some water or breaking a glass.
She was much more lenient with Henry though, Emma can see it now, even though the kid used to insist that she wasn't. That was basically the reason that pushed him to seek out his biological mother. Though Emma is thankful to have Henry back into her life, she understood somewhere along the line, during the time Regina was missing, that the woman was nothing like Henry had described when they first met. And that was because of the teen himself.
She had found him crying one night, and he had explained to her in tears that he was the worst son a mother could ask for. Emma had assured him of the contrary, but he wouldn't have it, and he had told her, unbiased this time, what Regina was like- tough, strict, loving, and most of all, caring. He had rambled on and on about all the things his mother used to do for him - miss hearings, cancel meetings, learn specific recipes, among other things that made Emma realize that Regina had set the motherhood bar far too high for her to even see.
That night, she had learned that Regina was an incredible mother –if not a little busy– and that she will never be able to meet her son's sky-high standards. But that's okay, Henry assured her. He liked her mothering too.
"Do I have something on my face?" Emma asks again, this time meeting Regina's eyes.
Regina shrugs again, and looks at her blanket.
"No."
Silence again.
"Do you think Henry will like having me back?" Regina asks in a small voice, making Emma sigh.
"Regina, I already told you-"
"But, he hated me," She states, though tears were pearling at the corner of her eyes. "I don't see... How this will change now."
Emma swallows thickly. She still doesn't know how to deal with this Regina. True, they had talked quite a bit at the hospital, but that was just Regina catching up on the latest Storybrooke gossip. It wasn't as... meaningful as what Regina was delving into.
"He told me himself that he would do everything to have you back. He's grown up, Regina. He knows what he did wrong now, and he realizes that your job was very important to you, and that you didn't always have time for him. He forgave you."
Regina fell silent after that, but Emma could hear slow, anguished sobs coming from her. She had her back to the Sheriff, laying down on her side, and looking out of the window.
"Wise men say, 'only fools rush in.' But I can't help falling in love with you. Shall I stay, would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you."
Slowly, the crying subsided, leaving only heavy breathing. The humming resumed, causing Emma's head to bob along with the rhythm.
"Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be... Take my hand, take my whole life too... For I can't help falling in love with you. Like a river flows surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be... Take my hand, take my whole life too... For I can't help falling in love with you."
Emma's eyes catch the reflection of Regina's in the window. They look at each other, and smile.
"For I can't help falling in love with you."
Frank Sinatra and Elvis Presley give me life, you guys. I love them. Anyways, I hope you liked the musical side of this chapter. As always, reviews make me happy. Please motivate me to study, it would be much appreciated :) (help me pls)