- HENRY, LOOK AT ME!
The boy was helding his own heart, like a statue on Pan's side, when Regina screamed. Behind her, the charming family and Neal.
- Mom? Both of you?
- Sweetheart, don't do anything what he's saying, can't you see that it's a mind game?
- I have to save magic, I'm the chosen one!
That scene didn't want to go away from Regina's mind. She almost lost the only reason she had to stay alive... Again. Walking on that cold and wet street seemed so sad, but inside she knew her boy was safe and that nightmare, over. A fuzzy noise got her back to reality, it was a car. Its headlight was disturbind the Mayor's vision, all she could see was a yellow blur parking across the street.
- Emma?
- Mind joying me for a drink?
- What.. A.. Drink?
- Yeah, like, scotch, beer, vodca... Apple cider.
- It's too late, don't you think? Where's Henry?
- He's fine, passing a little time with his grandparents.
- So weird called them "grandparents".
- Are we gonna yell at each other the whole night or...
- My house is right there, don't need a ride, if you want, you can leave your car in my garage.
- Guess you don't have good feelings for my fancy car.
- Nothing personal.
The beetle was left as Regina said, and they went to the Storybrooke's white house. It was an odd situation, both of them in the same place, willingly. No threats, no competition, only two tired grown up ladies thristy for alcohol and a good talk to forget their problems and bad memories.
Emma entered, believing or not, with the right foot, spinning the key ring with the index finger and observing all the details of that lobby. She remembered to be there once in a while, but never in peace. "I mean... The first time I thought we were getting along when in fact she was almost casting me some sort of death curse."
- I'm not cursing you, so be cool.
- Ahn? - Emma suddenly turn stunned and came face to face with Regina holding a bottle of what seemed to be a damn expensive wine and two glasses. - I hope it's beer.
- Let's improve your taste for beverages, shall we?
- I have a pretty good taste... For... Many things.
- And certainly not for drinks. - She directed herself to the living room, set down and deposited the liquid until half of each glass, while pretending not to see Emma rolling eyes.
- God turned wine in water... Or was the opposite?
- Are you comparing me to God? - Raising the glass, and also the right eyebrown, to the blond, she let a smirked appear. - Here, taste.
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- I have to save magic, I'm the chosen one!
- That's right, Henry. Don't listen to them, I'm on your side, I would never lie to you, but look at your family, they don't even believe in you. But I do.
- We believe in you, Henry, you know that right? - Emma was up to cry by that moment.
- They don't care about your needs and don't understand your good intentions
- You shut up little shithead! He's just a confused kid and you're taking advantage on it. - Regina was holding her horses so badly for Henry's sake, 'cause if was for her, Pan would've had a slow and painful death.
- Is that so?
- We love you, buddy. - Neal didn't even know what to do.
- I love you too, I miss you. But that's my mission. - He forced his hand against Pan's chest, putting a bright red heart inside. Instantly he fell on the floor like a feather. Everyone there got panic, running to hold Henry and catch Peter, but was too late.
- In that moment, I found myself in a completely black hole, I just wanted to cry or kill that little demon to get my son back... Right, you know, you were there.
- But you saved his life in the end.
- We saved. - Regina provided a toast after that conversation. - To henry!
- Holy yeah, to Henry! - And drank the rest of the wine.
Emma took a deep breath propping both hands on the couch to get up, heading to Regina's shelf, which was full of thick books, cds and horse figurines.
- Right now I'm up to find out what the Evil Queen is listening to lately
- Lately? Chirping, leaves thrashing, your mother's annoying voice, Hook's bad jokes...
- Queen? - Emma took a cd from the row and raised it to Regina. - Seriously?
- Pretty convenient I'd say.
Regina barely finished his speech and Emma had put the cd to play. In a comical and theatrical way, Emma turned miming to music using her glass as if it were a microphone.
- Oh my God, just don't.
Regina had her hand covering her face, demonstrating being ashamed for that. They start laughing together. Emma practically threw herself on the sofa, resting her hands right below the stomach, with that green eyes looking up to the ceiling.
- I want to break free from your lies,
- You're so self satisfied, I don't need you.
"- I want to break free"
- You should be a singer instead of a Mayor. - Said Emma turning her head so she could see Regina.
- I wish I could say the same... To you. - Emma straightened her body, open-mouthed, holding not to laugh again. - Sorry, you sing like a swan... Oh wait.
It was enough for both falling laughing again. They get two bottles of that wine listening to Queen the whole night and talking about random stuff.
- You're telling me that is almost 4 a.m?
- That's right, you shouldn't stay this late out of home, or you gotta be grounded. I heard Snow White is a damn boring mom.
- Not funny, majesty.
- I'm not funny? You're laughing for around 5 hou...
- I wanna taste your lips.
It came out of her mouth as a whisper, but it did, in undertone, with a hint of fear and doubt, but it did. And Regina heard it pretty clear, with all the singular letters, with that embarassing intonation, with that hunger eyes starring at her, they were as drunk as Emma.
- Excuse me, but your don't know what you're talkin...
Too late, Emma pressed her soft peach lips into Regina's. They could hear each other hearts beating like drums, a warm breath mixing, and it was like their mouths were glued. Regina, instinctive led her hand to Emma's face. She felt that blushed cheek and a chill ran through her whole body. They looked for a moment before that kiss.
- Wh.. What is...happening?