Prompt: Emma receives a mysterious letter in prison.

Emma was sitting on her prison cot when an officer came over, "Letter for you." The woman spoke, her voice gruff. Emma raised a brow, but she got up and retrieved the letter from the officer nonetheless. Emma hoped relentlessly that it wouldn't be from Neal - the bastard could die for all she cared - and as she flipped over the envelope all she saw was her name.

Confused at the perfect cursive, Emma ripped open the envelope and she quickly read the brief message:

I would like to meet you one day, Miss Swan.

-Regina Mills.

Emma scratched her head, at a loss - who was Regina Mills? This person must have the wrong Emma Swan. Emma set the typed letter down and she went to her cell door, calling to the retreating officer, "Ma'am! Excuse me, but I need to ask you something..." The blonde spoke, smiling sheepishly as the woman stopped then turned on her boots to give Emma a raised brow.

"Yes, Swan?" The woman asked, swaggering over to the blonde with a bored gaze.

Emma couldn't help but to shrug nonchalantly, "I think I got the wrong mail." The blonde pointed to her left where the letter was on her cot, but Emma was only met with a chuckle.

"No, Swan. That's for you alright. The mailman looked terrified dropping it off. I guess he had to be very precise who he gave it to, and you are the only Emma Swan in this prison." The guard let out another bark of laughter before waving her hand and walking down the hall once again. Emma sighed but she walked back to her cot and plopped down, her chin in her hands.

Why would a lady named Regina Mills want to meet her? She didn't even know a Regina Mills. Emma huffed in frustration, and she threw herself down, her head hitting down on her pillow. The blonde closed her eyes with another sigh.


Emma was now driving her son back to his adoptive mother who was in Storybrooke, Maine probably crying her eyes out for her missing son. Emma huffed like she always did - suddenly disappointed in her son. Why would he run away talking about curses? Emma rolled her eyes and shrugged, looking at her son who was still yapping on about something.

Relief washed through Emma as her eyes met the 'Welcome to Storybrooke' sign. The blonde pressed on the gas a bit harder, willing her Bug to go a bit faster.

Henry gave her directions to the mansion he lived in and Emma couldn't help but to let her heart swell at that - her son had a better life than she had and she wanted that for him.


Parking the Bug, Emma walked up to the house with Henry, the woman - Emma assumed to be his mother - instantly running out and hugging the boy but chastising him as well. Emma watch horrified as Henry shoved his mother away and ran into the house past the Sheriff. The blonde's eyes then flickered to the brunette woman, who was hurt but stood tall anyways. Emma gasped internally and her mind immediately stopped her thoughts as her eyes scanned the woman before her - this woman looked like a goddess! Everything shut down as dark eyes met hers, but Emma willed herself to speak, "Uh, hi, I'm Emma. Emma Swan." The blonde spoke, her voice faltering slightly.

In a flash, a smile turned crimson lips up, and Emma's heart stopped at the sight, "Hello, Miss Swan. I am Regina Mills. Would you like to come in?" The woman, Regina, spoke with an arched brow and a point to the gigantic mansion. The only thing Emma could do at that moment was to nod like a madman, following the brunette inside.


Once they were inside, Regina waved the Sheriff named Graham away - telling him that she no longer needed his help but she thanked him anyway.

The duo reached the Mayor's study and that's when Regina spoke again, "Would you like a drink, Miss Swan?" Her chocolate eyes met Emma's then, a smile tugging at her full lips.

"Yeah. That sounds great." Emma smiled, forcing the words out before she stared to long. Regina chuckled, pouring a tumbler for her and Emma. Handing Emma her drink, Regina turned slightly serious her gaze fixed on emerald eyes.

Emma sipped from her glass tumbler, shifting nervously at the scrutiny of Regina's gaze but then the woman spoke, "We need to talk, Miss Swan." The brunette's tone was a bit businesslike but there was still something dancing underneath it - Emma couldn't identify it.

"Emma is fine," The blonde blurted but she quickly fixed herself "About what?" Emma added, trying to focus on chocolate eyes and not on crimson lips. The blonde caught those mesmerizing lips twitching once again, wanting to turn into a grin but the owner of those lips kept composed.

"I read a lot about you, Miss Swan. I wanted to meet you - as I said in that letter - and I didn't care about your record or the fact that you were in prison. That said, I wanted to meet Henry's birth mother, that's all. Like I said earlier, I do not care for your past mistakes, Emma." Regina's tone was calm and smooth, immediately making Emma relax.

Said blonde sighed in relief, "So that's why you sent me that letter." Emma stated, Regina nodding in agreement to Emma's statement.

"Yes, that is why, and I'm guessing this is a big coincidence." Regina finally smiled - her body impatient, but she couldn't stop her heart from hammering in her chest at Emma's grin.

Regina sipped from her tumbler - she wouldn't mind this woman staying as long as she could feel these emotions everyday.