"Who the hell are you?"
The woman sat across from Emma with a blank look on her face. Lifting her coffee cup, she brought it up steadily and set it back down never breaking eye contact
"Are you going to answer my question or not? There is a crap ton or explaining you need to do!"
The woman shook her head. "I really hope you don't speak such horrible language in front of Henry."
Emma pounded her fists on the table causing the woman to jump and a few heads in the dinner to turn. "I did not come here to talk about my son!" she stated in a raised voice. The people turned back to the food they were eating and the people they were talking to. Emma felt it okay to continue talking. "I need you to tell me why I have been seeing you. Everywhere I look, and there is a vision of you!" she said more quietly than before.
The expression on her face was of unquestioned puzzlement. "Me?"
Emma stood up and leaned on the table. "You still haven't answered my question. Who. Are. You. And don't lie. I can tell when people lie!"
"My name is Regina. Regina Mills."
Emma knew she wasn't lying, she the name familiar some how. It suited her nicely."And why do I keep seeing you?"
"I don't know." She said.
Emma smirked. "That's bull. You are lying. Tell me the damn truth Ms. Mills."
"Your skills of being a human lie detector has always amazed me Miss. Swan."
"How do you know my name?"
Regina leaned backing into the booth and kept her mouth shut.
"Answer the question!" Emma scowled.
"Excuse me." A different waitress tapped Emma on the shoulder. "My manager has asked me to tell you that your... conversation can not continue inside of our establishment. If you ladies would please take this outside-"
"We are civil. " Regina interrupted sternly.
"I beg to differ Ms. Mills."
"You two need to go. Now. Or we will call the authorities to escort you out."
Regina rolled her eyes and finished her cup of coffee and tucked the square of paper back into her jacket pocket. Emma stood up and followed close behind Regina as she walked outside.
Once outside, Emma followed close behind as Regina continued walking forward. She grabbed Regina's arm and she gasped. "You are coming with me!" Emma stated pulling her in the direction of her apartment building.
"Excuse me!" Regina pulled her arm out of Emma's grasp.
"No you owe me an explanation and I am not letting you out of my sight until I get one!"
"Then you will be following quite some time Miss. Swan! Don't you have better things to do with your time, like taking care of my son!" She yelled. She suddenly covered her mouth and watched as Emma stared in a look of confusion.
"He is not your son he is mine! And after this you are not getting anywhere near him! Do it!" She yelled. There was a woman's grunt and suddenly a blue ball of light appeared.
'What the hell is this!?'
Regina caught it in her right hand and seemed to condense it into a tight ball. She squeezed it between her hands. "Do you really think that would work again?" Regina said quietly before turning to see a couple standing together. They also seemed so familiar. Thier names seemed as if on the tip of her tongue, yet she couldn't come up with it. She threw the ball at their feet creating a cloud of blue that almost hit them.
Then she turned to Emma with a scowl on her face. "You." She said in a whisper. She could feel her anger dripping from her words. "You will not keep my son from me!" She flung her hands forward and she felt her whole world stir and she hit the ground in a painful slam.
"Emma?" She snapped her eyes open when she resisted a pair of hands holding her up. One supported her head and the other was on her arm. That woman.
Emma scrambled backwards. "Don't touch me!"
"Emma, you grabbed my arm a minute ago. What do you want?" Regina said with a slightly sad look on her face. She held out her hand in a fast manner the same motion that Regina had made in her go flying in her vision. Emma yelled and pulled away. "What on earth is wrong with you?"
Emma scrambled to her feet. Regina tried to help her up. "No! Stay away from me!" She began to walk but Regina followed. Emma saw her in her peripheral vision and whipped back around. "Didn't you want to get away from me a minute ago! Please!" Emma pleaded.
She watched as Emma turned back around and continued to walk. She sighed and turned around continuing back to her hotel room.
Regina hated this place; the hotel room she rented out for the past week. It was dirty, the bed was uncomfortable, and the people of this place were quite... unpleasant. It smelled like it had not been cleaned for the last few month. She missed her plush bed and home cooked meals. But it was her job to return Emma's memories.
She hoped that the kiss, what she had predicted would be so wonderful, might have returned her memories. She hoped that Emma had discovered feelings before the curse too, although a part of Regina knew that Emma would have never been able to see through "madam mayor" or "the evil queen". If their love was at one point mutual, then maybe, just maybe the kiss would have worked.
Of course it didn't.
No one could love the evil queen.
That is why she had teemed up with the Blue Fairy and Rumple (Oh how difficult it was to get the two of them to work together peacefully) to create the potion of remembering. Originally, Mary Margret was supposed to go, but since she had realized she was pregnant, that damn prince wouldn't let her do anything. Regina graciously volunteered to go in Mary Margret's place, saying she knew more of the outside world since she had to travel to Boston before to adopt Henry in the first place. Everyone agreed that she would be the best candidate and went through the portal they had created with the help of Anton and his magic beans.
But something was not right about the potion. The Blue Fairy had added some fairy dust to make it solid when it was complete, not like she didn't trust Blue, but other than that she had watched over every aspect of the potion. And with Regina, there were no errors. No mistakes. Everything was perfect.
So why was Emma remembering her?
She had expected Henry to be remembering her, but not Emma. Emma should be remembering Snow and Charming. Or that pirate. Or maybe even the man that abandon her all those years ago. Not her.
Regina laid back on the quilt on the bed and stared up at the ceiling going though the posses that they had gone through to make the potion. No where could she have seen a moment that would make Emma's mind to only show her memories of herself. 'By the looks of things, she probably remembered a time I used magic. No wonder she looked so terrified. Magic is a foreign concept of this world. Pure fantasy.'
Her mind wondered to her son. 'I wonder what he remembers?'
"Henry!" A voice called from down the hall. "Henry where are you!" She called sing-songingly. He smiled and crawled backwards under his bed.
He had found that he liked this place. The place he dreamed about was so nice. The woman he called mom was so kind and loving. Every time he was here, it seemed as if he had been here before. Certain things were the same; some of the comic books he saw lying around the room matched the ones in his collection. The quilt on his bed was the same that he had back home. His black coat and red and grey scarf hung on the back of the door. The book was here too. It was all just so realistic, as if it was a memory.
He heard footsteps and the creak of the floor. "Henry, are you in here?"
He giggled a little and shimmied deeper under the bed. From his angle, he could see a pair of feet, toe nails painted with a clean coat of red nail polish, walk about the floor. The feet moved to the curtains and he saw the fabric ripple near the bottom. The feet walked away and he heard the high pitched skweek of what was probably a door in dire need of oiling. Then he suddenly saw a pair of brown eyes gaze under the wooden frame of the bed. "I got you!" She said with a big smile.
Henry laughed and slid himself out the other side of the bed. "You got to catch me first mommy!" He said running out the door. He ran into the hallway and saw the woman follow behind closely. Suddenly he felt himself get taller.
The woman had picked him up in her arms and held him close. "You are getting to big for me my little prince."
"I am not little anymore. I am almost four." He said with much pride.
"You will always be my little prince."
"Mr. Swan? It is your turn to answer the next problem on the white board." The woman called him out of his sleep. "That is, once you get your cup of morning coffee."
The other students laughed and Henry sunk down in his chair in embarrassment. "I am sorry. I am trying to stay awake, I really am!"
"You have been falling asleep far too often in my class. I will be telling your mother about this."
He groaned and then sat back up, staring at the basic algebra problem that was printed on his paper. Math was the worst. But some where in his head, he could hear his fantasy mother's voice tell him, "It most definitely will be fun if you tell yourself it is going to be boring. Think of it as a number puzzle. And I know how much you love to do puzzles."
But she wasn't real. Or was she? He couldn't ask anyone of his friends since they had just moved to Boston about a year ago, and if he asked him mom, she might think he was crazy. No he would keep this to himself. There is no reason to tell anyone else. No reason to let them know. And he wanted it to stay that way.
