Scenario 2: Regina finds out Emma has been tracking her phone, and doesn't turn off the feature.

Timeline: Before Regina is allowed to go off to meet up with the QoD, Emma asks to see her phone for a sec.

"Gimme your phone."

They'd been left alone by Snow and David in the library at Emma's request.

"What are you doing?"

"Just. I told you I'm going to have your back on this."

Regina is puzzled but she hands over her phone and watches Emma pull out her own phone, scroll through a couple screens, and then tap an app. In her other hand, Regina's phone lights up.

"Checking to see that my app still works. Been a couple curses, but…" Emma looks up and smiles. "Still works." She hands back the phone.

"What is it?"

"It's a tracking device."

"No! If they catch sight of you…" Regina bites her lip, unwilling to reveal the danger of Emma being around the other queens; danger she was trying to protect her from.

Emma shrugs. "I'm pretty sure I could handle it, but… this way, they won't know I'm there."

"But you didn't…" Realization came to Regina. "How long has that been on my phone?" she asked sharply.

Emma winced. "Since we got you back from Greg and Tamara." She winces a little more; Regina winces a lot reminded of her torture. "I…It seemed important to keep track of you," Emma finished with just the slightest uncertainty in her voice.

"How many times have you used it to find me?"

"Used it once in Neverland, after you'd run off."

Regina recalled their argument about Neal.

"But then we went to New Yo…" Emma trailed off, getting a wry look on her face. "I should have realized you were back. My phone started making random noises about a week before Hook showed up."

Regina looked at the phone. "You've been tracking my whereabouts for a year?"

Emma started to pull her shoulders to her ears again, but then squared them instead, determined. "Yeah."

Shifting her gaze from Emma's face back to the phones, Regina frowned.

"It's just so I can watch your back, all right? We don't want…"

"Stop." Regina knew she should feel violated, but… she pocketed the phone and lightly patted the outside of the coat pocket to check it laid flat and unnoticeable. She felt warmed by the idea that Emma tracked her. Had been tracking her. She looked up at Emma again. Friends, right? She quirked her lips in a brief smile.

Emma's smile broadened. "You're welcome, Regina."

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