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Emma jogged her way over back to Regina who was shaking violently now, in addition to the sparks that had spread across her whole body. Emma could tell she was in pain. Her eyes were tightly shut trying to conceal her suffering but to no avail. Her fists were clenched attempting vigorously to take hold of the magic that was spiralling beyond her control.
"Emma …" she begged humbly in a low aching voice.
"What do I do?" Emma panicked, not knowing what type of magic required use in this circumstance.
"You have … to … knock me out" Regina struggled, feeling the sparks piercing through her skin, as if they were cutting through her bones.
"What?" Emma said raising her voice, due to the enormous cloud that seemed to come out of nowhere. It span quickly and repeatedly, twirling and twirling, impairing their hearing temporarily. The purple cloud showed signs of a storm, thundering with lightening, tearing at the walls and breaking through windows, spreading madly across the room.
"You have to knock me out Swan!" Regina shouted so that Emma could hear her.
"That can be arranged!" Hook interrupted loudly, raising his hook.
"Don't you touch her!" Emma jumped at him, giving him a glaring look.
"Now!" Regina pressed.
Emma contemplated for a short moment and walked towards Regina, "No" she said shaking her head, unable to hurt her, "No!" Emma placed her hands on Regina's forearms and seized them into her grasp. She could instantly feel the sparks moving up her veins, instantly distressing her. She attempted to utilize her magic to suppress Regina's pain and help her control her magic, serving as a medium, and it was working, however only temporarily. Although Regina showed signs of relief and the magic was subduing, it was not enough to stop it all together. The pain quickly started to fatigue Emma, making her loose her capability to keep aiding Regina, for it was tiring them out both. The purple cloud set off again viciously and Regina was trembling intensely under immense anguish.
"Swan!" she demanded.
"I can't!" Emma claimed, shaking her head.
"You have no choice!" Regina shot back at her, looking at Henry, Snow and Charming. "I'll blow this whole place apart! Henry! Your Mom, Your Dad!" she affirmed, "Emma … Henry …" she pleaded "You have to!"
Emma hesitantly moved her hands away from Regina's, and regained a small portion of her strength back, and with an apologetic glance, Emma swiped her hand horizontally, sending Regina flying and crashing into a wall, overpowering her, forcefully putting an end to the supernatural forces, since Regina lay unconscious on the cold floor.
Henry ran towards his mother who lay insensible on the floor and Charming followed suit, whilst Snow made her way to her daughter who exhaustively slid down against a wall, sitting down, unable to move. She sat there for a minute letting out small groans of pain, as she tried to steady her breathing, resting her head against the wall. Snow was grabbing at her face, trying to check up on her daughter, who could only respond with nods.
"You alright love?" Hook spoke, kneeling next to her, attempting to comfort her.
"Yeah" she finally managed.
The instant Emma knew she could move, she crawled towards Regina, who was still senseless. She had already been taken care of by their son, but his lack of supernatural abilities meant Emma could do something he could not, not out of his own fault of course.
Emma caught a glimpse of Regina's hands that were covered with first degree burns and then of her head, which was slightly cut open. She raised her hand over Regina's and with a swish her hands were healed, and then Emma moved them further up towards the brunette's temple, clearing the wound.
"I'm sorry kid" Emma apologized, but she was comforted by Henry's embrace.
Emma finally stood up, bringing up Henry with her, off of the floor. She clenched her hands and then released them, trying to get the magic flowing once again, and with a second try, Regina was lifted off the cool floor, keeping her at a resting position, parallel to the ground. She brought her close to her body and cradled her in her arms, still using her magic to help assist her with Regina's weight. Emma started to walk away, slowly and heavily, plodding.
"Emma?" Mary Margaret questioned her movements.
"I have to take her home" she uttered.
"Let me help Emma" David suggested, pulling close to her and Regina but Emma objected.
"I need to do this." She turned towards Henry and addressed him, "Henry I need you to stay here…"
However she was quickly interrupted, "But Mom…"
"Henry" she insisted, "… I know what your mother would want. Stay here okay? I'll take care of her, she'll be alright … I promise"
Henry regarded her words and then his mother, Emma, was met with a simple nod. He did not want to let them go, but he realized there was no time to argue and knew the Saviour would take care of his mother. Emma continued her walk, past Henry and her parents, and eventually by Hook, who had stood silently the whole time.
"Swan?" he eventually accomplished to vocalize, but Emma did not cease her departure.
"I'll call you later" she stated, leaving the loft, as the door shut behind her, leaving them all in a complete absence of sound.
The Saviour set the Major gently on the couch in the Mills' House. Regina was still motionless, her body worn out, her face now showing signs of tranquility, as her magic had been terminated, least for the time being. Emma cupped Regina's face, and caressed her face, her fingers brushing against her cheek bones. The blonde smiled, watching the brunette seem so peaceful, so vulnerable to her. Her fingers moved tantalizingly towards Regina's lips, gently and lightly touching her scar first, that was located just above Regina's upper lip. She admired her scar, acknowledging how much she genuinely loved it. She gazed down at her lips, as her fingers followed, moving down, past the brunette's upper lip down to her lower lip, feeling the dryness, which subconsciously made the blonde lick her lips. Emma stared at Regina's beauty, her eyes admiring every inch, from the Evil Queen's forehead to her chin. After a moment gazing, Emma sighed and stood up and moved away from her. She set foot out of the living room, and walked towards the front door. With the raising of her arms and hands, Emma formed a shield around the whole Mills' House, sealing them in, and keeping everyone else out.
Emma wandered back towards the entrance hall, and paced back and forth, till she at last pulled out her phone. She dialled, waited for an answer, but was met with no response. There was sigh of relief that it went to voice mail.
"Hook … um … I'm sorry about earlier … um yeah …" she muttered. She waited, hoping she would come up with something more, in support to what she said, but she could not. "Call me in the morning." She added before hanging up.
She emitted a long, deep, audible breathe, expressing her frustration, and made her way back to the living room. She directed her gaze in Regina's direction, checking up on her, but the Major had not moved a muscle. Content that the brunette was sound asleep, free from any form of disturbance, the blonde sat on the opposite sofa chair, and sealed her eyes shut.
"First you stop my execution, and then you defy your prince to see me. Should I be worried there's trouble in paradise?" Regina spoke
… "Then why are you here?" Regina muttered the Evil Queen's words, stirring Emma from her light sleep, in the middle of the night.
… "That woman lost much, and now she's gone."
Emma widened her eyes, forcing herself to fully wake up, and rushed to Regina as quickly as her legs could carry her.
"Regina?" Emma spoke softly.
… "No, she's not!" Regina continued to talk in her sleep.
Emma peered at Regina, not knowing what to do, as she scratched her head in thought. She watched how Regina's expressions showed indication of disdain, evil, confusion, resentment, everything the Evil Queen once demonstrated.
… "What are you doing?" she kept muttering
Emma tried to call her again, to bring her out of her dream, but to no avail.
… "Just like that?"
Emma grew worrisome, her eyes portraying sorrow and compassion, as she watched the woman before her clearly in agony. She attempted to gently stroke Regina's face, but the moment her hand lightly touched the brunette's face, Regina shot up from the couch, and grabbed the blonde viciously by her neck, furthermore slamming her against the nearest wall.
"You make change sound so easy!" she voiced in a scornful manner, tightening her grip against Emma's neck.
"Regina!" Emma pleaded "Regina, it's me!" her voice softening attempting to calm the Evil Queen.
The instant Regina heard Emma's voice she blinked her eyes, bringing herself back to the present. She gazed at the blonde and realizing she's got the Saviour by the neck, she opened her grasp on her and let her go, making Emma drop to her knees, gasping for air.
"Emma?" she spoke in a shaky voice, shocked but what she has done. "I …" she muttered, but no further words followed.
She crashed to the floor, sobbing in her hands. Emma dragged her body across the floor, over to Regina, and pulled her hands from her face.
"What's happening to me?" she whimpered to the blonde.
Emma shook her head, unable to answer. She pulled Regina into her arms, as the brunette continued to cry in her embrace. The blonde held her head, stroking her hair ever so gently, reminding her with every motion of caress that she was there, and she was not going anywhere.