A/N: Wow. I was shocked to see how many emails I had in my inbox related to this story. I'm glad you liked the first chapter. As it is now day two of Swan Queen Week, here is the second chapter. I don't think I've ever had so many emails from Fanfic in a span of 24 hours before. :-D So thanks! It made my day. As did reading all the other fantastic entries submitted.

Multiple Madness

Regina rubbed her eyes to clear them. She hadn't been able to sleep much last night, her mind restless. Instead of pretending to sleep she came to the office early. Tink had wanted to talk with her about what was bothering her, but she'd dismissed the fairy's worry.

How could she tell her current lover and best friend that she was beginning to re-develop feelings for Emma Swan? It wasn't fair to Tink and it wasn't fair to Regina either. Emma was not interested. No matter what the Sherriff's actions suggested last night the blonde Savior was not physically or emotionally interested in a relationship with Regina. So it was just best to forget her feelings. Push them back down into the darkness where she'd left them buried the last time they surfaced. She had a feeling she'd need a fork lift to help dig deep enough to bury them this time.

The sound of the phone ringing cut into her thoughts. She glanced at the clock. It was just after seven thirty.

"Mayor Mills," Regina introduced herself, unneededly into her own cellphone. She held the phone between her chin and shoulder, forcing herself to pay attention to the reports in front of her.

When their rag-tag group had returned from Neverland and the Enchanted Forest with Henry, Snow abdicated from her assumed role as Mayor and gave the position back to Regina. Snow admitted she wasn't qualified to run the town, not like Regina was. It had been a glorious day for Regina, just to hear Snow admit she wasn't capable of something.

There was to be an official race for the title next fall, but until then Regina had been put back in charge. It seemed the people of Storybrooke finally realized just how much work and love she had for this town. They no longer fought her at every turn; especially when she had the backing of the entire Charming family. No one wanted to belittle her so long as their beloved King, Queen, and Savoir were ready to defend her.

"Mom?"

Regina blinked, surprised to hear Henry's voice on the other end of the phone. It was a little early for him to be up on a Saturday.

"Mom are you there?"

Regina dropped her pen at the sound of Henry's panicked voice. "Henry? What is it, what's wrong?"

"Mom!" He sighed, happy to have caught her. "Mom, you have to come quickly!"

Regina was already pushing her chair back as she closed down her computer, piled up the papers on her desk and asked, "Where are you?"

"At home with Emma. Please, mom you have to come now!"

Regina didn't bother grabbing her keys or her purse. She wouldn't need them. She did hang up the phone. Before her hand had even relinquished its hold on the phone she was nothing but a pillowing ball of smoke.

She appeared in the center of the living room, where Henry was still holding the phone. "Mom, are you there? Mom!?"

"I'm here, Henry."

Henry spun around, dropping the cordless phone to the ground. He seemed scared for a moment before he realized his help had arrived. He was wearing his pajamas, a grey plain t-shirt with X-men boxers. His hair was still a mess and there was a bit of sleep dust in the corner of his left eye.

He ran right over to her and grabbed a hold of her hand. She followed after him, letting him pull him up the stairs of Mary Margaret's former home. The couple had moved out a month after they'd returned and purchased the house they'd been looking at, leaving the apartment to Emma and Henry and…Neal.

Regina had been over many times for dinner. Family dinners, with just Henry, Emma, and herself after they'd returned. She had even helped teach Emma how to cook something without burning it or breaking the appliances used to make it.

The dinners were almost always pleasant and left Regina feeling light hearted and truly happy. Henry always smiled during all of the meals, except when he was in trouble for doing something he shouldn't. Then he would pout and frown and try and pit her and Emma against each other so he would win. They had become wise to his tricks after the first time and had remained a unified front—on mostly everything.

Now that Regina thought about it, it had been nearly a month since she had been invited to dine here. For the last four weeks she ate dinner with Henry at her mansion. Without Emma. The blonde always waved off the invitations Regina gave with one excuse or another.

It wasn't until Henry told Regina during one of their meals that Emma was probably using their dinners to see Neal that Regina realized she didn't appreciate Emma breaking their 'tradition' for her boyfriend. Regina always requested Tink remain elsewhere during her dinners with Henry because of his anxiousness about them dating. Tink understood as best she could but was often times trying to find ways to win Henry over that didn't include attending 'family dinners'. Regina recognized in Tink the same jealousy she herself felt when Henry did his best to ignore her but happily accepted Emma's relationship with Neal.

It, it hurt that Emma no longer wished for Regina to join their family dinners. That the Sherriff would rather spend the time with Neal then her caused a seed of dark jealousy to plant itself low in her stomach. The sprouting vines were quick to worm their way through her system, making it nearly impossible to ignore.

Emma no longer joined them or invited her over for dinner at this apartment. Instead Emma was inviting Neal. Spending time with Neal. It infuriated Regina that Neal was taking a place that Regina thought of, recognized, and coveted as her own.

She, Henry, and Emma made up a perfect triangular family (at least since Neverland). They did not need Neal to complicate matters and make their triangle a square.

Though if Regina were honest Tink's involvement made things a bit complicated as well. If she were to remain with Tinkerbell what would Henry see Tink as? If Regina were to marry Tinkerbell (which was a long ways off if they ever did) would Henry see Tinkerbell as ANOTHER mother figure? A step-mother?

If Neal and Emma remained together giving Henry his perfect nuclear family, what could Regina really hope for? A step-mother role to the boy she'd raised while she watched Emma play happy family with a man Regina wanted to throw down another portal? No. That was unacceptable.

Matters would be much simpler if it was just the three of them again. Regina sighed. Things would be better if Emma could just return her feelings.

Regina shook away her thoughts and focused on Henry as he led her to the master bedroom.

Henry knocked on the door, waited a few seconds and then opened it. He knew better than to enter a room without being invited, but seeing as it was an emergency Regina refrained from scolding the boy.

"Emma. I called Mom. She's here. She can help."

Emma groaned from underneath the blankets, hiding from the sunlight.

Regina smirked, knowing just how sensitive Emma was going to be too bright lights and loud noises and strong smells. Served her right. Drinking while watching their son. She deserved the migraine that was likely trying to split her skull in two.

"Henry, did your grandparents explain what happened last night?" Regina asked bending down so she was eye level with her son.

"They said she might not be feeling well…" Henry looked frantically between Regina, Emma, and the bathroom door.

"Right, and…" Regina stood up straight after a moment, "Where are they?"

"They went to get breakfast for us." Regina nodded, "I called you first." That made her feel a sense of pride. Her son trusted her enough to call her first and request her help. He hadn't last night when Emma was intoxicated. Perhaps because he knew how angry she would be at Emma's irresponsibility for drinking while responsible for Henry.

Regina only felt slightly repentant for being so happy over the matter because Emma had to be sick to create such a moment. Sick because of her irresponsibility. So, she was only a little sorry. Just a little.

"Why don't you call them now, dear? I'll get some Advil for Ms. Swan. She's going to need a lot of water and sleep today." Regina moved over to the curtains and closed them, blocking out the light. A small mercy she could afford the blonde who was still hiding underneath the covers. She did it only so Henry wouldn't worry.

Henry didn't move an inch. She just waited at the doorway and watched his mom move around the room picking up Emma's clothes and throwing them into the laundry basket. She muttered something about being a slob and genetic habits.

When Regina could actually see the bedroom floor she sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed the bottle of Advil that was already on it as she tried to find the edge of the blanket to lift it up.

"Ms. Swan?" The lump under the blankets moaned and turned away from Regina, holding the blankets tightly around her.

"Go away…" Emma moaned pitifully.

Regina rolled her eyes, "Ms. Swan our son is watching. There is no need for you to behave like a teenager and set a bad example."

The sound of the toilet flushing reached Regina's ears and she sighed, about to call out for Henry to find out what Snow and David said, when she noticed Henry hadn't moved from his spot at the doorway. Her brows scrunched up as she stared at the bathroom door attached to this bedroom and watched the door slowly open.

If Neal stepped out from that room Regina wasn't sure she could control her actions.

"What was that about behaving like a teenager?" Regina's eyes widened as Emma stepped out from the bathroom running a towel through her wet hair. She wore nothing but a white tank top that fell just to the top of her knees—making it somewhat appropriate—but only just barely.

Regina looked at the woman that made her way over to Henry and ruffled his hair as she tossed the towel haphazardly to the floor Regina had just cleaned. Regina tracked the woman's movements to the closet where she disappeared. She stared back to the towel and scowled. She blinked several times before she looked to the bed she sat on and the lump that still remained there.

"See!" Henry threw his arms up in the air as if he was finally proving a point he'd been arguing for an hour.

This…predicament…unexpected and surprising predicament would be why Henry had called. Why hadn't he just said so when she first arrived? A little warning would have been nice.

"Ms. Swan?" Regina asked slowly as she stood up from the bed and moved to stand beside Henry where she could look at both the bed and the walk in closet.

"Really, Regina? You can at least call me Emma." The half-naked woman popped her head out from the closet. "Especially after last night." She winked causing Regina to flush a bit at the insinuation that dripped from Emma's words.

"I'm never drinking again." The one under the covers moaned as she rolled herself up into the blanket, tighter. If that were possible.

"Oh and why is that Ms. Swan?" Regina asked, now focusing on the bed. The woman in the closet appeared again, this time with a pair of jeans on and a toothbrush hanging from her mouth. Where she got the toothbrush Regina didn't even ask. But she was at least staring at the lump on the bed as well, eyes wide.

"Because I'm hearing things." The lump spoke.

"Like?" Regina pressed, watching the shock and fascination cross the fully dressed and mobile Ms. Swan as she too moved to stand by Henry, eyes riveted on the bed.

"I'm hearing myself flirt with you."

Regina scuffed, "That's because you were flirting with me and in front of our son, no less." Regina's glare was directed at the blonde to her right who smirked and shrugged her shoulders.

Henry cringed; he hadn't really wanted to think about how Emma had winked at his mom like that with him standing right next to her. He also really didn't want to know what happened last night between his moms either. There were just some things kids didn't want to know about their parents. Most of this…seeing this…was one of them.

"Well you are irresistible, can't blame a woman for having eyes." The flirtatious double said aloud as her eyes roved up and down Regina's body.

"The hell!?" The sleepy head finally popped out from underneath the covers, throwing them away from her as she sat up abruptly. Her mouth fell open as her hand pressed tightly against her forehead, surely woozy from sitting up so quickly. "I'm seeing things…" Emma stared at Henry and then Regina with pleading eyes, "Right?"

Henry shook his head no, his eyes moving between the two identical copies of his blonde mother.

"No. You are not." Regina wrapped one arm around Henry's shoulders and pulled them a step away from the double fully dressed—if a tank and jeans counted as fully clothed.

"What the hell?" The Emma on the bed asked cringing at the sound of her raised voice.

"What she said." The other pointed a thumb at her double. Both of them looking to Regina for answers. It made Regina a little dizzy trying to keep eye contact with two pairs of the same beautiful eyes.

"Do either of you happen to remember last night?" Regina inquired, wondering if she could get answers about what Emma had ingested in the first place and then keep it out of the woman's reach.

The flirtatious Emma grinned lecherously as she licked her lips. "I certainly do."

Regina tried to maintain her composure as the dark lustful eyes racked over her body once again as that pink tongue swiped sinfully across plump lips. Regina suspected whatever that Emma remembered wasn't actually what happened last night. Or maybe it was. Emma had been rather promiscuous last night and daring with how and where she touched Regina. And in front of the two idiots no less.

"Not really, no. Why?" The sleepyhead asked, trying to massage her headache away.

Regina was starting to get a headache trying to differentiate between the two women. "Alright. Emma…"

"Yes?" They both answered.

Regina pinched the bridge of her nose. "I am going to call you…Sherriff Swan." Regina pointed at the blonde standing closest to her.

"So long as I get to play your Sherriff lat…"

"Hey! Henry's right there! Keep it in your pants will you!? Jesus…" Emma covered her eyes with the palm of her hands.

"I think that ones the real Emma." Henry volunteered as he pointed to the Emma on the bed. Regina nodded.

Regina was inclined to believe him. The 'other' Emma was far too forward. The problem was that both of these women were the 'real' Emma. They were just separate parts of her. The lecherous one seemed to be Emma's lustful side, kept hidden underneath the more subdued and controllable side of herself that was currently resting in bed. The devilish Id of Emma's psyche stood not three feet from her while her Ego lay up in bed. Interesting. She wondered briefly where the supergo was hiding.

"There are only two of them, yes, dear?" Regina asked in a whisper to her son.

"Uh huh, only two." Because if there were more Henry probably would have made his panicked phone call from the sidewalk outside the apartment. These two were enough of a handful.

"I'm as real as her, kid." Sherriff Swan crossed her arms and glared at Henry. Then her eyes fell on Regina, "You're mom is free to frisk me to find out."

"Enough of that." Emma threw her pillow at her double, upset with the way the double was treating Henry and Regina, especially how she was treating Regina in front of Henry.

Regina looked at Henry from the corner of her eye, "Henry, why don't you go see if Snow and David have returned."

"But…" They'd have heard the door if they had returned.

Regina didn't let him continue his protest, "If they haven't, perhaps it would be best to call them and have them return immediately."

Henry sighed, looked between his…three?...moms and left to get the phone and call his grandparents. He never got to be involved in the cool stuff. Even though he really felt uncomfortable with the way 'Sherriff Swan' was treating him and looking at his mom. It was kind of like how Emma looked at his mom sometimes when she didn't think anyone was watching. If it was the same look and meant the same thing he was glad to be getting out of that room.

When Henry left the room, Regina realized her mistake. Sherriff Swan was quick to slide as suavely as she could next to her, her eyes not high enough to be considered anything but rude. Regina cleared her throat to try and dislodge Sherriff Swan's eyes from her chest. It only made the woman smirk as she brought her hand to Regina's wrist and slowly started to glide her three fingers up and down the bare skin. Much like Emma had done the night before. This was how it had started. A seemingly 'innocent' touch to her hand, turned into a delightful scratch to her outer thigh, before a daring massage of her inner thigh.

Emma gasped at the sight and watched with curious eyes as Regina's brown eyes darkened for a moment as if she were enjoying the contact before the Mayor quickly stepped away from her pompous double.

"Leave her alone." Emma was slow to swing her feet over the edge of the bed, everything moving around in circles.

"Why?" Her double only spared her with a glance. "She's obviously interested." Before her eyes were fixated on Regina once again.

"Right, because her running away from you is considered 'interested', god. I am not that obtuse."

Regina hadn't even known Emma knew the word obtuse let alone had the ability to define herself as not being it.

Emma stood up from the bed and bent over to lean on her side table so she could remain standing. "God it feels like my head is going to explode."

"The side effects of magical intoxication." Regina frowned at the wince Emma was trying to hide. "There is Advil, it may help. If it doesn't I have a remedy that will keep the migraines at bay until the side effects wear off."

"When will…" Emma waved her hand at her double, "…that side effect go away?"

"I'm the side effect? I'm in tip top shape. Maybe you're the side effect. You look kind of gray."

Emma scuffed, "Yeah, because I normally go around flirting with the mother of my son. Who, by the way, is taken." Emma stressed that last part, as if it might stop Sherriff Swan from doing anything else.

"That's because she hasn't been with us yet."

Regina fought back the delightful shiver that arrogant statement caused and the ideas it inspired. Imagining two beautifully annoying Emmas' using their skilled hands on her waiting flesh was almost too much.

Emma groaned as she was forced to watch herself grab a hold of Regina's wrist and pull the woman flush against a body that looked like hers but wasn't. It sucked too because she could count the number of times she got to hold Regina on one hand. It was a privilege her double didn't deserve to experience.

"See, I'll prove it." Sherriff Swan's grin worried Emma and Regina.

The embrace, had it come at any other time might have been comfortable, but for Regina it was anything but at the moment. She could feel Emma's breasts press exquisitely against her own and could smell the blonde's shampoo wafted up from her wet hair. The blonde's nipples pert against the thin tank top she wore, and damn it all to hell a single drop of moisture was sliding across the smooth slope of Emma's neck. Right. In. Front. Of. Her.

Regina wanted nothing more than to relax into the arms held so securely around her, press her lips against Emma's neck and swipe her tongue up the trail that single drop left behind. Or maybe just breathe in the woman's scent as burrowed into Emma's neck, secure and safe in her arms.

But she couldn't! This wasn't Emma! It wasn't right.

Regina started to struggle to free herself from Sherriff Swan's grasp. Her hands rose up to the blonde's shoulders so she could push her away but as she did so the blonde leaned forward and stole a kiss.

Regina heard Emma moan and as much as she wanted to pull away from the lips pressed firmly against her own she couldn't will herself to do it. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the blonde's face until she realized exactly what was happening and her eyes fluttered closed on their own accord. Her hands gripped tightly at Sherriff Swan's shoulders ruffling her tank top. Regina was the first to move her lips, deepening the kiss, as her nails bit into Sherriff Swan's skin.

The blonde moaned at the bite of Regina's nails and the delicate touch of her lips against her own. Regina felt a soft touch move from her elbow down her forearm to her wrist. The touch became a firm grip. A part of Regina's brain panicked. Would she be pushed away? It was all to prove a point after all, and the point was well proven if their dual moans had anything to say about the matter.

"Emma? Regina? Henry said that…" Snow gasped and involuntarily eeped as she stepped into her old bedroom to find Regina and Emma locked in an embrace—kissing. "Emma!" Snow yelled, her foot stomping down to the ground harshly.

Regina pulled away from Sherriff Swan, the only part of their body connected being their hands.

The Savoir refused to release her hand. Regina's face was red as her blush burned her cheeks. She felt like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar before supper. At least Snow wasn't as capable of dealing out punishment as her mother had been.

"Snow."

"Mary Margaret."

"Don't you Mary Margaret me, Emma Swan. What in the world is going on?"

"I can explain." Emma promised as she stared at her mother with a nervous smile.

Snow tapped her foot impatiently as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"What? What is it? What's going on?" David asked as he finally made it up the stairs. All he noticed out of the ordinary was how bright red both Emma and Regina's cheeks were, Snow's angry glare fixed on the two women, and the fact that Emma and Regina were holding hands.

"It wasn't me. I mean, I…" Emma looked over her shoulder at the bed side table and then back at her mother. "I didn't really, I didn't initiate it."

Regina's eyes widened at Emma's lie. "Sherriff Swa…"

"REGINA!" Regina cringed at the shriek that escaped Snow's lips. She sighed and turned to slowly look at the woman in front of her.

"It wasn't me. Your darling daughter is lying." Regina rolled her eyes, she hadn't time for this nonsense. Now that dumb and dumber were here she could leave them to handle Emma's more shameless self. She wasn't the type of woman to be played.

"It wasn't Regina either."

Now Snow didn't know who to glare at, neither did Regina.

Regina almost expected that to have sounded from behind her. But it hadn't. Peering over her shoulder towards the bed Regina saw that Emma was no longer there. Looking around the room, ignoring Snow and her mental break down, her eyes came across nothing. No proof of Emma anywhere.

Unless…

Regina's eyes widened as she looked down at the hand still holding hers and tried to pull it away, but Emma wouldn't budge. She wouldn't let go.

Snow waved her hand in front of her face to wipe away whatever thoughts were clogging her brain at the moment.

"I saw it with my own eyes. Do not take me for a fool. ONE of you kissed the other." Regina chuckled and winced only minimally after doing so. "I'll deal with you in a moment, your Majesty." Snow raged her eyes promising a fate worse than death. If Regina didn't have her magic she might be afraid.

"Kissed?" David asked his voice very soft as he stumbled back involuntarily.

"It wasn't Regina. And it wasn't me." Emma groaned as she slapped her left hand up onto her forehead. She winced and rubbed at the sore area after a moment.

"Headache back?" Regina asked softly, Emma nodded her head once. Of course it would be, Snow had been hollering like a banshee since she'd come into the room. And now that Emma had returned to having only one corporal body the headache would remain with the refused woman.

Regina reached up with her free hand and pressed her thumb against a pressure point and circled it around to loosen the tension there. "There, better?"

Emma's eyes were crossed as she tried to watch Regina's hand before they fell to Regina's eyes instead. "Yes." She whispered softly, her eyes dipping to stare at Regina's lips. She involuntarily licked her bottom lip, savoring the taste of Regina's lip gloss.

Regina smiled softly as she continued to massage the center, then either side of Emma's forehead for a few more moments, completely missing Ms. Swan's actions. She allowed her hand to fall away after another moment. "Good."

Emma cleared her throat as she looked away from Regina and focused on her mother. "Look, Snow, did Henry tell you what was going on?"

"Yes, he said there were two of you?" David supplied since Snow was too busy watching as Regina dropped her hand away from Emma's forehead, shocked at the kind display between the two women. "What did he mean?"

"There were two of me. When I woke up this morning there were two of me. I had a double, a twin."

"More like the manifestation of one part of your psyche, to be more accurate." Regina ignored the glare sent her way by all three Charmings. They never did appreciate the answers she had readily available to them when they didn't need them.

"How is that possible?" Snow asked, finally coming out of her stupor.

"Regina says it was a side effect of the magical intoxication." Emma supplied the only explanation she had available to her.

David and Snow both turned their attention to Regina. "I did warn you that Emma's magic would be acting oddly for the next few days as a side effect of her ingesting so much magical synthonol."

"You didn't tell us she would wake up with a double." David accused, eyes narrowing at the witch.

"I had, and continue to have, no idea what the side effects will be." Regina looked to Emma, "I am sorry but the effects differ per person."

Emma shrugged off Regina's apology. Recognizing Regina's knowledge on the matter could only go so far. So why couldn't David?

"That doesn't explain why you were kissing each other when I came in." Snow brought them back to the original issue—or her original issue—as she re-crossed her arms and spared an unforgiving glare at both women.

"My double thought it would be funny to fuck with Regina, so she grabbed her and kissed her."

"So how did you end up kissing her?" Snow asked, eyes squinting in concentration.

"I…don't know." Emma looked helplessly to Regina to see if the brunette had any answers. Regina did have an answer but she refused to acknowledge it. She had watched her double's lips touch Regina and then something sparked low in her belly. It wasn't just arousal, though she certainly was aroused at the sight of Regina and her kissing. It was…jealousy of sorts. Anger. She didn't want to WATCH her double kiss Regina. She wanted to kiss Regina. So, suddenly she had been. Almost as if her wish had come true. How, she hadn't the faintest idea, but she was still getting used to her own magic and how to control it. Even with Regina's lessons she still had a lot to learn about what she was capable of, take this morning and last night as prime examples of that.

"It most have worn itself out." Regina shrugged trying to belittle needing an explanation for why the double was suddenly gone.

She felt a tingle run down her spine at the lie and felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge. There was a perfect explanation for why the double was gone, why Emma was now one whole person again. The only magic strong enough to overpower another magic was true love. Which was why Regina refused to voice such an accusation because, well, it was preposterous.

Regina glanced shyly at Emma from the corner of her eye, wasn't it?

TBC…

Let me know what you think about Emma's short adventure with her Id-double. :D