Chapter 3

Driving along the main road, Regina remains silent and focused on the car in front while briefly taking one hand off of the wheel to push her hair back. Looking concerned towards the brunette, Mary Margaret goes to speak but decides against it to allow the woman to talk when she is ready before looking out the window. Pulling up at some traffic, the mayor sighs with a yawn then tilts her head towards her window frowning at the lack of movement. "What the hell is going on..."

Surprised at the woman cursing, the fellow brunette raises an eyebrow towards Regina then looks in the same direction. "Maybe there's road works or an accident?"

Eyes widening, Regina looks panicked at what Mary Margaret said as the short haired woman remains oblivious to it all then rolls down her window to stick her head further out. "Its taped off..oh my god Emma.."

Turning to face the woman quickly in fear, Mary Margaret watches as the mayor shakily pulls off her belt. "Wait what?!" Following suit and getting out the car, the brunette sprints after Regina who runs over to the crash scene.

Seeing a bashed up car of an unfamiliar colour, Regina calms for a moment before she spots something bright and shiny on the ground. Walking up to the tape, the woman checks around for anyone looking in her direction before ducking underneath and grabbing the slither of metal. Yellow metal. Shakily inspecting it, the brunette bites her trembling lip as Mary Margaret approaches. "Regina?"

Turning around, the mayor holds the metal up. "It's from her bug.."

"Oh Emma.." Growing teary at what may have happened to her daughter, the short haired woman makes her way over to an officer dealing with the scene. "Excuse me officer?"

Glancing at the two women, the officer speaks before anything else is said. "I understand that you are in a hurry, so is everyone else..but we are trying to clear it away as quick as possible so you can be on your way"

"What? No..that's not...the accident, was the other car a yellow beetle?"

"Yes it was but that car was a write off on scene, it's been taken to the car lot to be crushed"

Gasping, Mary Margaret tries to hold it together. "And the driver?..I know this stuff is normally confidential until confirmed but I am afraid that it may be my..my..sister" internally cringing at the title as she is Emma's mother but trying to explain that one in the outside world would end up with her being taken away as a crazy woman.

"We do not have a name right now, but we do know, it was a blonde female..early thirties..pregnant.."

Having heard the whole conversation but not moved from her spot, Regina suddenly looks up at the last statement from the officer and appears behind Mary Margaret. "..was?..you said was..."

The officer nods. "She was taken to Boston..alive but it was pretty serious..however I am no doctor so I cannot really say as to her condition at this moment in time.."

The mayor covers her mouth as a tear rolls down her cheek and Mary Margaret grabs at her hand, thanking the officer for the information. "We better get to the hospital..I'm driving"

Not even bothering to argue, Regina passes the fellow brunette her car keys as Mary Margaret gets in, before heading around to the passenger side herself and sliding in. Once buckled, the mayor looks towards the yellow metal still in her hand, silently praying that her Emma and the baby are okay.

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Having been escorted home already on the grounds that Harry is to care for her, Emma steps out of the car cradling her bump, then looks over at the smiling man who opens the front door and gestures for her to go inside in a mocking manner. Entering the house, the blonde looks around feeling as if she has never left but notices some differences. "..its..changed..."

"Yeah well, you've been away" Harry shuts the door while rolling his eyes, trusting her to notice.

"I have?" Emma frowns confused then touches her head wincing slightly.

Harry sighs irritated. "Yes..probably with that Neal you kept on about..did you not wonder where that came from?" Nodding to her baby bump.

"Oh..I still.. don't remember.."

"Of course you don't, but that doesn't matter now anyway, I'm getting you sorted tomorrow.."

Emma looks a little fearful and turns away. "Sorted?"

Harry smirks with a nod. "Yes..I booked you into the clinic..it's obvious Emma, you can't look after yourself at the moment, let alone a kid"

Emma looks shocked and looks to him. "Clinic?..you mean you..I'm..having.."

"An abortion? Yes you are"

Gulping, the blonde wraps her arms across her bump again protectively then excuses herself to her room feeling sick at the thought of it. Sure she didn't know how it happened, when or even who, despite Harry telling her it was Neal, but there was no way she could get rid of her child. No way at all. Sat on her bed, Emma contemplates her options. Run? He would find her, he always does. Refuse? He would probably beat her, again like he always does when he is pissed or lastly...Tell?..but who? who would listen?

A/N: thanks for all follows/favs/reviews so far :) Also I know the chapters are not my usual length standard, but promise that will improve once there is interaction between our beloved pair!