Swan Queen Week Day 3: Amnesia

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Amnesia

Brown eyes blinked open in a room, with an annoying, repetitive beeping sound. The woman in the bed had no idea how she'd gotten there. She peered around the room trying to figure out where she was. None of the things here looked remotely familiar to her.

Her eyes settled on a small hand tightly wrapped around her own. She followed the pale arm around to a mess of curly blonde hair. Someone was hunched over, gently snoring near her torso. Who the hell was this? This woman had a lot of nerve to be holding the hand of the evil queen. She jerked her hand away.

Blonde hair flew everywhere as the woman shot up. Excited, green eyes jumped up to meet her brown ones. The woman wrapped her in a tight hug. "Regina?! Thank God! You're awake. I sent Henry down the hall to get some sleep. I'm gonna go get him, okay?"

Regina looked the woman over and decided she would give the strangely dressed woman a reprieve for not addressing her properly. She nodded and the woman left the room. Her mind was reeling, still trying to place everything. Maybe her father's presence would calm her. She was just thinking that the thin thing draped over her, barely covering her backside was not suitable for a queen when the woman returned with a young boy that flew into Regina.

"What the hell?!" she snarled.

"Sorry, Regina. Henry couldn't wait to see you. Take it easy kid. You might hurt her."

Henry? This wasn't Henry. Henry was her father. She needed answers. She glared at the blonde, but managed to speak without too much menace in front of the child.

"Where is my father? When you said Henry, I assumed you'd be bringing him back with you. Who are you? And where am I?"

They looked at her sadly for moment before the woman answered, "Dr. Whale said this might happen. Do you want me to explain or would you like for me to go get him?"

"I want answers now, and I want you to start addressing me as 'your majesty.' I've dealt with the informality long enough considering I don't know you."

"Yes you do, Re- Your Majesty. You just don't remember. My name is Emma, and this is your - our son, Henry."

"Excuse me? Our son? I don't have a son, and even if I did, it wouldn't be with you. That's impossible. Now tell me how I got here."

She watched as hurt etched on both faces at her words. Maybe she was being to harsh. "Please," she begged.

"You were in a car accident. We all were, about a month ago. See?" Emma showed her a cut on her arm that was still healing.

"What is a car?" was all she managed to respond.

"It's our version of a carriage. Do you mind if Henry tells you how you got here? The kid knows your story far better than I do."

"I suppose that's alright."

She listened as the boy talked for nearly 2 hours about her life. She interrupted him once, when a man in a white jacket came into the room. She recognized him as Dr. Frankenstein, and immediately told him to get the hell out.

Henry spoke of her lover, Daniel with care. She remembered him. How could she not? She'd loved him so much and had to watch as own her mother ripped out his heart. She'd gotten Dr. Frankenstein to try to bring him back to life and lost him all over again when that attempt failed.

He talked about her feud with Snow White, and the Dark One's plan for the curse. Yes, yes. She remembered all of this, but she had tried that curse and failed to enact it. That was the last thing she could remember, and she told them so.

"Well you went to Rumplestiltskin and told him that the curse didn't work. You were furious. He told you that you hadn't given up the thing you loved most."

Regina's heart sank. The thing she loved most was Henry, her father. Tears formed in her eyes as she whispered, "I didn't…"

The young boy grabbed her hand while the blonde reached out to her. She let Henry take her hand but pulled away from the woman. Henry spoke of her with such awe and admiration that she knew she meant something to him. She still wasn't quite sure how Emma fit into all of this.

"Are you ready for me to finish your story Mom? This is my favorite part." He smiled shyly at her.

Her voice shook, "Yes. I'm sorry. I just didn't think I'd do that."

He gave her a sad, knowing smile and relaunched his tale.

"Okay, well, you enacted the curse that brought everyone here. You lived here for 18 years, slowly becoming bored with your life, because it never changed. Sure you were the mayor and you had a great life, but you felt like something was missing. "

Regina noticed the gleam in his eyes as he told her that she'd decided she wanted a baby. He went on to tell her everything she had done to adopt an adorable baby boy that she'd named Henry, after her father. She smiled down at the boy and found herself loving him already, her little Henry.

He continued to weave through her story, telling her how Rumple had left out the fact that the curse could, and would, be broken by a savior after 28 years. The savior was the child of Snow and Prince Charming, the product of true love. They had put their precious baby girl, Emma, into a wardrobe made from a special tree so that she wouldn't be affected by the curse.

When he was 10, Henry ran away from home to find his birth mother, Emma. He'd told her about the town he lived in as she drove him back home. He was from Storybrooke, Maine, he'd told her. It was a land full of fairy tale characters, and his mother, Regina was an evil queen who'd cast a curse on them all. They had no idea who they were, and only Emma could save them. She hadn't believed any of it, but had decided to stay in Storybrooke after meeting Regina to make sure the kid was safe.

Regina glared at Emma. How could this woman have thought she'd harm the boy after all she'd been through to get him? Emma looked at her apologetically. Henry caught their silent exchange and grinned. "Well this brings back memories, but let me finish Mom."

He then told her everything that had happened after. Emma broke the curse by giving Henry true love's kiss, and Rumplestiltskin had managed to bring magic to Storybrooke. The town had been furious with Regina, and tried to rise up against her. Emma, being the sheriff now, had protected her and the pair soon became friends. Between working together as mayor and sheriff, and splitting time with Henry, they saw each other quite a bit. Henry told her that soon they'd fallen in love, but that his birth mother had been the first to admit it.

"You acted like it was the worst idea ever, even though I could tell that you had feelings for Ma too. I helped her sweep you off your feet though and soon enough we were all living together. It makes sense though, right Mom? For the savior to be your happy ending, since that's what the curse was suppose to give you?"

Regina nodded, "It does make sense Henry, but I'm just not ready for that. There's still so much I don't know. You understand, don't you?"

Henry looked sad, but Emma tried to act casual, "Yeah, sure. I mean, I can move into the guest room."

Regina could see the hurt in the green eyes that met her brown ones once more. She could tell this woman loved her, and was sorry for hurting her. However, she was grateful for her understanding.

"Thank you," she whispered as a tear fell down her cheek, and she didn't quite know if it was for her past or her uncertain future.