You guys are gonna be so proud of this chapter title. We're going to back to Season Two ladies and gentlemen, so who remembers the scene where Regina saves Emma and Snow from the well? Get the chapter title now? Get it?

Regina walked slowly around the house. She had sent Henry home with Emma and Snow, not really wanting to argue with her son. She was tired. Almost dangerously so.

Taking in the magic from the well had left her utterly exhausted. That much magic in one person's system was an overload, causing it to shut down. She had tried to use magic to poof herself home, but only ended up making it to Main Street and having to walk the rest of the way.

She didn't regret saving Emma, if she was honest with herself she had planned on doing it anyway. But she needed to keep up the appearance that she didn't care about the sheriff or her mother or things could get complicated.

After all, why would the Savior have feelings for the Evil Queen?

Just as Regina was about to reach her bedroom, the doorbell rang. She groaned. The last time someone had come to her door, there had been an angry mob waiting to kill her after the curse had broken. Not a fun time.

Since she still didn't have any energy, it took her longer than usual to get down to the front door. She thought that the person would have left by then, but opening the door revealed that to not be the case. There stood Emma Swan, looking as if she needed to get something off of her chest.

"Miss Swan," Regina greeted. "So nice to have you back in my town."

"Yeah, thanks for that," Emma said awkwardly. "You didn't have to bring us back at all. But you did."

Regina shrugged. "Henry believed in you, so I chose to as well. He wanted you both to be back, so I did what I could."

"And you brought us back just for Henry?" Emma asked. "Not anyone else?"

"Who else would there be?" Regina asked. "I didn't see anyone else showing up at the well begging for your lives."

As she was talking, Regina felt her head spin. She grabbed the doorframe to keep herself steady, hoping that Emma hadn't noticed. But she wasn't the sheriff for no reason.

"Are you okay?" Emma asked, reaching out a hand to steady her. "You look like you're about to fall over."

"I used a lot of magic and absorbed even more today," Regina said. "It took a little more out of me than I thought that it would."

"Do you need any help?" Emma asked in concern.

"I'm quite alright by myself," Regina said. "I just need some rest and I should be good as new tomorrow morning." She pushed herself off of the doorframe and stepped to shut the door, but her knees slightly buckled and she had to lean on the door to keep from falling down.

"You are not alright by yourself," Emma said stepping forward and wrapping an arm around Regina's waist. "You can barely stand on your own."

Regina reluctantly leaned on Emma, accepting the support that she offered. "You know, the last time we were like this you were saving me from a burning building."

Emma laughed. "That was an interesting night."

"You're telling me," Regina said.

"Where to?" Emma asked.

"You are not helping me all the way upstairs," Regina said. "I can manage to climb the stairs by myself."

"You also said you would be fine by yourself and then almost fell over," Emma said sarcastically.

Regina rolled her eyes. "And your point is?"

"That I'm helping you whether you like it or not," Emma said. "So, where to?"

Regina sighed. "Upstairs. Last door on the right is my bedroom."

Emma nodded and gently closed the front door with her foot before helping Regina up the stairs and to her bedroom. Once they got there, Emma sat on the bed and waited while Regina got changed. She listened carefully for any thuds in case Regina fell over.

Regina opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out, looking in surprise at Emma. "You're still here."

"Of course I'm still here," Emma said. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I'm not going to hurt myself," Regina said, walking slowly to the bed and sitting down carefully.

Emma looked at her and laughed. "Uh huh. Just keep walking at a snail's pace and you'll be perfectly fine."

Regina rolled her eyes before getting under the covers. "Now that I'm safely in bed, you can save someone else."

"No way," Emma said, standing up and walking over to a chair and curling up in it. "I'm gonna stay right here. What if you stop breathing in the middle of the night? We don't know what that extra magic might have done to you."

Regina looked at Emma with narrowed eyes. "Are you making up excuses to stay?"

Emma just smiled. "Go to sleep. I'll be here to revive you if your heart stops."

"How comforting," Regina mumbled before falling asleep.

The next morning, Regina slowly opened her eyes. She felt a million times better, and it felt like her magic was back to normal.

The night before was a slight blur due to her lack of energy, but everything came rushing back as she looked across the room and saw Emma fast asleep in the same chair as the night before. She hadn't left.

As if sensing that Regina was awake, Emma's eyes slowly opened. She looked around the room as if confused as to where she was before her eyes landed on Regina and she smiled. "Morning."

"Good morning," Regina said. "How was your night in the chair?"

"Not too bad," Emma said. "How're you feeling?"

Regina smiled. "Better than I have in a long time."