A/N: Hello dears! I personally am very happy because I've met some wonderful people on Twitter today via my Domme Regina roleplay account. You know who you are, and I really appreciate your kindness.

Also, I have a little treat for you all. I might be uploading two chapters today. It depends on my inspiration.

Please enjoy the chapter everyone!

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CHAPTER 9

Regina smoothed down her skirt as she sat on the couch in Mary Margret and David's apartment. A tense silence filled the room, broken by Emma clearing her throat as she grabbed a cup of coffee. "So," the blonde started, "You guys read that story in the paper, didn't you?"

Mary Margret nodded, embarrassment flooding her, "Yes."

Emma grabbed her coffee and walked over the couch, sitting beside Regina. Her hands shook from nervousness. She tried to calm herself, taking deep breaths in and out while trying to steady her hands. "Go ahead guys, flip out. I know you're going to, so get it over with."

Her mother placed her hands in her lap. "No, we...we're not angry, if that's what you mean."

David placed a hand on his wife's shoulder, then looked at Emma. "What we're saying is...we...we're worried about you."

Emma stood, "What? What do you mean you're worried?"

Her father continued to speak in a calm, neutral tone. "Well, we're just concerned about...certain things."

Mary Margret's gaze shifted to Regina, who sat on the couch, shoulders back with a blank expression. "Yes. We're just concerned about..."

"About me?" Regina interjected sharply, the anger clear on her face.

The short-haired woman distanced herself from the witch, wary of her temper. "Um, yes. It...it's not that we don't like you, it's just that domination may not be the best idea for you."

The brunette witch raised a thin brow. Her expression was more surprise than anger, but Mary Margret knew better than to be fooled. "So, you think that you know what's best for me?"

Mary Margret repressed a shiver of fear at Regina's tone, which was gradually growing angrier. "No, it's not exactly you we're afraid about."

Emma cut in, the meaning dawning on her. "You're afraid of The Evil Queen? Seriously?"

"She was dangerous, Emma," her mother answered. "In the Enchanted Forest, The Evil Queen was the most fearsome, destructive force with a love of her power. I just think that Regina having the power of your relationship is very risky."

Regina almost burst into laughter. Instead, she maintained a calm demeanour. "You clearly know very little about the relationship. Emma has the real power. In reality I'm the one who does everything she wants. I'm only the Mistress that I am because it's what Emma wants."

Emma nodded, continuing. "You guys probably saw some scary stuff in the search history, but that's because I honestly love it when Regina turns goes into the full strict Mistress Mode for me. I mean yeah, she becomes The Evil Queen when she does, but it's okay. I trust her. She's not going to go dark again."

Mary Margret swallowed, clearly unconvinced. "We're still worried about your safety, Emma."

The blonde groaned in frustration, "You don't have to worry! I'm an adult! I can make my own decisions!"

"But Emma..."

"No!" The young woman stood, storming up the stairs, not even bothering to excuse herself. I can't believe her! She doesn't even understand! I'm a goddam adult and I trust Regina!

Mary Margret sighed, watching helplessly as her daughter thundered up the stairs. "Emma, wait, please!" Oh God, what have I done? I never meant to hurt her.

Regina's gaze softened as she looked at her, starting to feel sympathy. She stood from her seat, walking over to place a soft hand on Mary Margret's own trembling hand. "Snow..."

She tensed, preparing for the oncoming yelling or screaming that was sure to come. I deserve it.

But Regina's voice was gentle and almost scared and hesitant. "Are...are you really still afraid of The Evil Queen?"

Mary Margret looked at her, confused as to why the brunette wasn't yelling. "Um...y-yes, I suppose I am."

Regina nodded, "You have every right to."

Suddenly, the front door swung open. Henry entered, hanging up his coat, his storybook tucked under his arm. He turned, smiling upon seeing his adoptive mother. "Hey Mum!"

She turned, hugging him tightly. "Henry, my little prince. I've missed you."

"So," he asked, breaking the hug, "What are you guys talking about?"

Regina pursed her lips, "Well...we were talking about that story that Mr. Gold wrote in the paper."

Henry nodded, "Oh yeah. That." Sensing his mother's fear, he continued. "Don't worry Mum. I knew about it already."

"What?"

Henry raised a brow in surprise. "You didn't know? I know all about what you do with Ma. It's kind of weird, but it's okay if it makes you and Ma happy."

Regina's confused expression only remained. "How did you find out? We didn't scar you, did we?"

The boy shook his head, "No, I wasn't scarred. After all the stuff I've seen, did you really think anything would scar me anymore?"

Just as she was about to question her adoptive son further, Regina heard Emma call from upstairs. "Is that the kid? Could I talk to him?"

Snow called back, her voice filled with pleading. "Emma, please come back down here. I didn't mean to upset you."

The boy smiled at his fretting grandmother, "It's okay grandma, she'll be fine. I'll go up to her." With that, he started running up the stairs.

"Henry!" Regina called.

He whirled around, "I know Mum. 'Don't run on the stairs.'"

"No. Just tell your mother that I said she can't go after Rumple. I forbid it."

Henry gave her a puzzled look, but nodded anyway. "Okay."

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Henry frowned in the doorway as he watched Emma sitting on the spare bed, drinking her cup of coffee, now cold. Her face was twisted in a mixture of anger and sadness. Henry cleared his throat to get her attention, "Mum?"

She looked up, "Hey kid."

"So," Henry kicked a table leg absent-mindedly, "Mum says you can't go after Gold. She says she forbids it." His eyes returned to his blonde mother, "This is about the stuff you do, isn't it? You're supposed to listen to her, right?"

Emma coughed the next gulp of the cold coffee out of shock. "Wh-What? How…how do you know about that?"

Henry shrugged, "I notice stuff."

Emma shook her head with a smile, "You're way too smart for your own good, kid."

"So, grandma seems upset. Did something happen? Are you angry at her?"

"No kid, I'm not mad at her. Well, not anymore. I can sort of see where she's coming from."

Although he was confused, Henry asked. "Are you mad at someone else Mum?" Seeing the blonde's curious expression, he explained. "I know you. I can read your face."

Emma sighed in defeat. "Fine." Her hands clenched tightly around her cup, "I'm mad at Gold. I need to do something."

Henry watched as his blonde mother unbolted the bedroom window and started climbing out. "Mum, where are you going?"

"Relax. I was a foster kid, remember? I used to do this all the time."

"Yeah, but where are you going?"

Emma's eyes narrowed in determination. "I'm going to find Gold and give my own payback."

Henry's eyes went wide, "But Mum said…"

"Forget what she said. I want to confront Gold and I'm going to. I'll be back by the time you go to bed. See you then, okay? Oh, and whatever you do, don't tell your Mum I disobeyed her."