A/N So the story continues! This contains some flash back scenes which I wish I had the genius to write, but they belong to the writers. Sigh. Anyway, this is the last post of the year cause I will be traveling to celebrate Christmas with my family.
I hope ya'll have a happy holidays.
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Regina waited patiently outside of the house of Emma Swan, hidden silently behind the corner. She watched as Emma shut the door and locked it. She glanced to her left and to her right before placing the key underneath the welcome mat in front of her door. "Really Swan, could you have picked a more obvious hiding place?" Regina whispered as Emma hustled down the hallway. From where she was standing, she could still hear the heel of her boots slam onto every step. When the echoing footsteps stopped, Regina moved from her hiding space.
She bent down and pulled back the flimsy mat and slid the golden key out from under it. She observed it carefully flipping it around so she could observe the groves. She slid it into the locked with a thunk and turned to lock open. She then placed the key back in it's previous location under the mat and went inside.
She shut the door carefully and looked around observing the things she remembered. Pictures of Henry she had taken all those years ago now hung on the walls. She noticed his favorite orange juice still lining the bottom of a glass that was left on the table. A stack of his comic books the exact same as the ones he had back in Stroybrooke down to the dog-eared pages were in a stack by the sofa.
A tear came to her eye as she outlined the image of baby Henry out by her apple tree. She remembered this picture used to sit on her desk in her office. She place the picture back down and brushed the thin layer of dust of the frame. She shook her head and took off her leather gloves.
She strutted across the living room and into the hallway she saw Henry's room. His bed still had the same blue checkered quilt she bought for him many years ago. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a vile of golden dust. She poured a small amount into the palm of her hand and sprinkled it over his pillow.
She quickly walked out and moved to the room across from Henry's. When she turned the knob of the door opened, but the door wouldn't budge. The old, browned door knob appeared to be locked. Regina reached into her hair and pulled out a bobby pin that held her bangs behind her ear. Carefully, she bent it so that it would fit into the round hole. Jiggling it around a bit, the latch clicked and the door swung open, gaining her access. She slid the pin back in her pocket and looked around.
Emma's room was cleaner than she had expected. Where she assumed would be piles of dirtied clothing was a well kept carpet, despite it's dated appearance, seemed to be well kept. Her bed was made nice enough, the covers neatly aligned with the edge of the mattress and pillow placed over top. Over all, Emma's room was bland. The brick walls of her room reminded her of Mary Margret's flat, and nothing hang on them. She only had one dresser, a bed, and a night stand in her room. On the back of her door hung the hideous red jacket of her's. How much Regina hated that jacket.
Regina walked over to Emma's bed and picked up her pillow. She held it close to her face and sniffed in the familiar scent of Emma. She did smell so nice.
Placing it back down on the bed, she also sprinkled a fair amount of bright gold dust onto the pillow.
"Don't worry Emma. This will help you remember."
"Please don't take me back there!" Henry whined as she flicked open the latch of the black gate between two hedges. She continued to walk fast having Henry trail quickly behind her.
"I have to. I'm sure your parents are worried sick about you." She stated continuing to speed down the path.
Henry proceed to whine on. "I don't have parents; Just a mom, and she's evil!"
Emma turned her head quickly to the right to make eye contact. "Evil?" she questioned. "That's a bit extreme, isn't it?"
Henry's eyes cast down. "She is. She doesn't love me. She only pretends to."
"Kid," She says with a sigh while she moves down to be at eye level with him. "I'm sure that's not true."
In the distance she hear a door open. "Henry!" A voice called at the moment she made eye contact. It was that woman from yesterday. She was wearing a grey dress with a stylish pair of heals. She pushed her way out the door and ran down the path. "Her voice broke as she ran to him. "Oh, Henry!" She said as she wrapped her arms protectively around him. "Ohhh. Are you okay?" She unwrapped her arms and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Where have you been?!"
She let go of him and stood up straight. Emma had noticed the entire time that she had not taken her eyes off of the stunning brunet. She was just so pleasant to look at, she found herself starring. "What happened?" the woman said weakly.
Henry began to run back inside. "I found my real mom!" He yelled, pushing past her and dashing inside of the large white house.
She woman looked directly to Emma now. "Y-you're Henry's birth mother?"
"Hi." was the only words she could form at the moment as her eyes raked over the woman's worried face.
"I'll just go and check on the lad. Make sure he's all right." The attractive man that she had not noticed until just now said as he turned and went inside.
Her full focus was on the woman now, who she now noticed her chocolate brown eyes study her. She felt a smile almost show on her lips as the woman spoke again. "How would you like the best glass of apple cider you have ever tasted?"
"Got anything stronger?
There was a beeping noise, the other woman didn't seem to hear it, but she suddenly felt as if she was being lifted away. Green eyes shot open and looked directly into the ipad that was propped up on the night stand.
8:15
Time to wake up Henry.
"It's time for your therapy session." The woman's voice spoke.
He lied very still keeping his focus on the rotating lamp. "I don't wanna go." he responded in a mono-toned voice.
He felt the weight of the bed tip to the his left side. A hand was placed on his left leg. "Well I think it would be good to talk to some one." She said in response. "Common." He moved his legs over her and got out of his bed. "That's my boy."
He pushed the door out of the way to get his coat. While back there, his eyes scanned the many pictures tacked up on the wall. Some were of his favorite supper heroes. Some where drawings he never remembered making. It was all around unfamiliar.
The woman held up the book her had received on her lap. "I brought this for you. Maybe I was too harsh in taking it away." She held out the book for him to grab. "I'm sorry"
He took the book out of her hands and threw it back onto his bed. "I don't wan it anymore." he mumbled walking out. He make his way to a spiral stair case and hurried down them.
"Hey kid!" his mom's voice called followed by a splash of cold water. His eyes flew open and he shivered.
"Mom! That's not cool!" He yelled pulling back the quilt and running after her.
"That is the third time I woke you up, and I don't want you being late for school!" She said as she spread cream cheese onto a bagel and placed it onto the table next to a tall cup of orange juice. "Eat up kid!"
Emma tapped her pencil eraser on top of a stack of files that she had been assigned to fill out for that day. She loathed her job. Each day, same boring papers. She took a sip out of her holiday coffee mug savoring the sweet hot chocolate inside with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. Her mind began to wander a bit.
She took a lick of the whipped cream she had placed into her mug off of her pointer finger and looked down on her files again.
The print on the paper she was holding was small. She felt the cold air rush into the place where she was sitting as the bells of an opening door jangled and a person wearing heals walked it.
"How was your walk with Henry?" That woman again.
"Why are you constantly on my mind!" she though as she looked up.
The woman moved out the chair across from where she was sitting and took a seat. "That's right, I know everything." She said with a breathy laugh. "But relax, I don't mind."
"You don't?"
"No." She said with a smirk. "Because you no longer worry me-"
"Miss. Swan!" Her boss scolded from above. "I don't pay you to day dream! Get to work!" He said angrily writing down a few sentences on his charts before storming away.
"Who is that woman?"
