Here you go, chapter 2! Let me know how I'm doing.

Also, I should probably point out the fact that English is not my first language, and I have no beta-reader. I hope there aren't too many mistakes! (Feel free to point them out).

"Regina…"

The brunette's smile widened and for a second, she looked truly happy. Then Emma frowned and stepped back.

"I… Do we know each other? I just remember your name. How is that possible?"

"The potion that you took was only supposed to allow us to make contact. Now I can talk to you, explain things to you and you will remember when you wake up."

"Wait… What this guy was saying—was it all true?"

"Yes."

Emma's shoulders sagged and she took another step back. This time, Regina followed her and she said:

"It took a long time to convince you before."

"Magic is real. Magic!"

"Yes, it is. Emma we don't have much time. I can't come to you in person or I would already be there, but Hook will take you where you need to be."

"I am not going anywhere with that creep."

Regina made a face and Emma could have sworn it was a face she had seen many times before, directed at her.

"I really do know you, don't I?"

Regina's features softened and she nodded quietly. Emma could tell there was so much more to know. Her hand went to her neck as she grabbed her necklace.

"Hook said you could tell me where this came from."

Upon hearing Emma's request, Regina stepped closer and slowly raised her hand to take the necklace from Emma. She let out a shuddering breath, closed her eyes briefly and finally let go of the necklace.

"The ring belonged to me. It was given to me by a man named Daniel. He was my fiancé."

"Was?"

"He died."

Emma frowned at Regina's curt reply. There was obviously more to the story, but apparently the other woman did not want to share.

"I'm sorry," she murmured.

"It was a long time ago."

"Still. I know how hard it is to lose someone you love."

"I'm sorry you had to lose Neal."

"What? How—how do you know…"

"Emma. I told you. We know each other."

"How can I not remember?! Why do I not remember you? Why does my son not remember anything either?" Emma finally snapped.

"Because a curse was cast upon you."

"A… a curse. Right," Emma said with a snort.

She turned her back on Regina and put her hands on her hips with a heavy sigh. This was so frustrating. These people knew things about her. They were, to some extent, saying the truth. So why could she not believe them?

"Two years ago, my son ran away from home. He went all the way to Boston to find you, Emma. You brought him back to me, to a town called Storybrooke. My son wanted to convince you that fairytales were real. He was right. We arrived into this world because of a curse I cast upon the Enchanted Forest to enact vengeance on a woman named Snow White. As a result of this curse, no one but me could remember who they truly were. But then my son ran away and he brought you back. From the moment you set foot into town, I knew I'd have to get rid of you."

Emma spun on her heels as she heard that but she remained silent. Regina took this as a sign to keep going.

"You were the Savior, Emma. You were the one chosen to break the curse, and you did. You gave everyone their memories back. You found your parents. Other problems arrived. Long story short, about a year later another curse was cast upon Storybrooke to kill all of us, except my son because he was born here and except you, because you had escaped the original curse and you were the one who had broken it. To make sure my son and you would be happy; I took my memories of his childhood and made them yours. I created a whole new past for you and Henry."

"Are you saying that my son, my Henry isn't actually my son?!" Emma shouted.

"No. He is your son. Emma, the next part is going to be hard for you."

"I don't understand…"

"You gave birth to Henry while you were serving time in prison."

"I know that."

"Except that in reality, you chose not to keep him. You gave him up. And I adopted him. I actually chose to name him Henry because that was my father's name."

Emma's mouth opened slightly but she was too taken aback to make any sound. Regina looked sad and Emma felt tears forming in her eyes. She knew, she could tell that Regina had just spoken the truth. She could feel it.

"I gave up my son…" she whispered.

"Emma, you did this to give him his best chance."

The blonde's head snapped up at Regina's words.

"What did you just say?"

"You were young…"

"No, what did you say?"

"That you let him go to give him his best chance," Regina repeated. "Emma? What is it?"

"I… I remember the castle near the harbor. There was… a brief flash when you said those words. I said that to him. Henry. I told him why I gave him up."

"Yes, you did. Emma…" Regina extended her hand, willing the blonde to take it.

Emma looked at the gloved hand that Regina was offering but she didn't take it. Instead she fired another question:

"Why do I have the ring your fiancé gave you around my neck?"

Regina let her hand fall back at her side and her gaze darkened.

"Your mother gave it to you, probably before you got shipped to Maine."

"My… What? I got—I got shipped?"

"It's complicated, really," the brunette sighed.

"Then explain it to me!"

"You are the daughter of Snow White and her prince. I'm the Evil Queen. You know, the one who wants to get rid of Snow White? When I cast that curse that brought us all to Storybrooke; your parents found a way to protect you from it. Through a portal they sent you in this world. You know the rest."

"I was found on a road…"

"Yes, precisely."

"My mother… is Snow White?"

Emma actually burst out laughing at that, because it sounded so absurd to her ears. But Regina merely smiled and nodded.

"Yes, she is. I've know your mother since she was ten. After Daniel died, she found the ring in my jewel box and put it around her neck. I never told her how special that ring was to me. She kept it and I never asked for it."

"Why not?"

"It'll be better to talk about all of this once you have your memories back, Emma. We don't have much time left and I certainly don't want to talk about this now."

"How am I supposed to get my memories back?"

Somehow she was starting to really believe in all of this craziness. Somehow, it made sense, no matter how insane the tale sounded. This was the most vivid and realistic dream Emma had ever had and there was no way that this was a creation of her subconscious. This was different. It was… magic.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I don't know how to help you get them back. I believe it is something you can only do on your own."

"What about Henry? What do I tell him?"

"You can't tell him anything. Henry can never know about me. It's my price to pay."

"But I'm not giving up my kid to follow this Hook in some fantasy land."

"Actually, we're back in Storybrooke. We're in your world. You just won't find us without Hook's help."

"Still, I'm not leaving Henry. I don't have anyone to take care of him anyway. And what's up with that price to pay, by the way? If you're back in Storybrooke; that means your curse has been lifted, right?"

Regina's eyes were void of any emotion for a few seconds and then she frowned slightly.

"I don't know. Maybe."

"What could it possibly do? Destroy the town? Kill everyone?"

"Probably not. To be honest I have no idea."

"You bring more questions than answers, your Majesty."

The term of royalty made Regina smile.

"You used to call me that to piss me off."

Then suddenly, Regina's eyes widen and she called Emma's name worriedly:

"Emma?"

"What?"

"You're fading. You're waking up."

"Already? We've been talking for, like, ten minutes!"

"In your dream, maybe, but in reality it's been hours."

"When will I speak to you again?"

Regina extended her hand once again. Hesitantly, Emma took it. As soon as they connected, Emma gasped and white light surrounded her. She couldn't see Regina anymore, couldn't hear her frantically calling her name. She could only feel her hand clutching hers tightly, and then nothing. Everything faded to black.

She woke up with a start, breathless. It took her a full minute to catch her breath and to remember that she was in her bed, in her apartment in New-York City. She was safe. Henry was safe. Emma turned on the light and got up. Quietly, she checked up on her son and saw that he was deeply asleep. A quick glance out of the window told her that the sun would be up in less than an hour now. Emma sighed and poured herself a glass of water that she then brought back to her bedroom. Upon entering the room, she stopped dead in her tracks.

On the bed where she had been lying just a few minutes ago, there was what seemed to be a piece of paper. Swiftly, Emma made her way to the bed and took it. It wasn't paper. She turned it over and stilled. Her mouth opened in shock.

It was a photo. On the picture, she was standing with Henry, and right next to them were a blond man and a petite brunette. Behind them, a luminous neon sign indicated "Granny's Diner". Emma dropped the picture and the glass in her hand at the same time. The glass shattered on the floor but she didn't even notice. Her eyes were glued to the picture.

"Mom… Dad…"

Everything slammed back into her at once. The memories, the doubts, the pain, the happiness, the emptiness, the love, the hate, the fear, the sadness and every feeling that Emma had experienced in her entire life surged through her at the same time. She remembered. She remembered all of it and it was overwhelming. It was too much, too strong. Her head began to spin, and Emma's last conscious thought was that she was glad she was sitting down on her bed. The next moment, she was passed out on top of the covers, the picture of her family clutched tightly in her hand.

Okay, I have no idea where this is going. Mostly it's going to end up with Emma reuniting with everyone, so maybe a couple of chapters more or something. It depends on whether or not I have time to write more and if you guys think this is worth a shot. You tell me!

OTH-FOQ