Author's note: Hey everyone! Thank you all for the amazing reviews! I don't know what I'd do without all you guys. I'm sorry I've been slacking on the updates. You should all thank AwesomeKrys1993 for this update as their review made me write this chapter :) I know my last chapter was absolutely...horrible and thank you for not telling me I found out for myself, hopefully this one is better :/ hopefully I say *fingers crossed*
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Escort Services: Chapter 12 - Square One
Flashback
(The day Regina and Emma left for Boston to attend a celebration)
Emma tilted her head as she gazed upon herself in the mirror. She made sure to redo her curls so they were spiralling down her shoulders, why she was putting the effort in? She had absolutely no idea. Her eyes flicked over to the light pink bandana-like scarf resting on the dressing table. She immediately launched for it and within a few moments was back in front of the mirror.
A quirky smile graced her lips as she flicked it over her shoulder.
"Beyoncé."
Emma then tied the scarf around the crown of her head.
"Tyra.
She slid it down to her forehead and grinned.
"And a pirate, argghh." The blonde chuckled.
The escort carelessly tossed the scarf onto the bed and not a moment later felt herself lying on it, only to stare aimlessly at the cream coloured ceiling. She released an anxious sigh at the thought of tonight in Boston with the Mayor. It was odd to her but she was quite nervous. Why? It was only another question that didn't have an answer. It was times like this when humour played a massive role in disguising her true emotions and the plausible reasons behind them. If she didn't have humour her life would be an absolute catastrophe, a life that would more than likely not be worth living. Fortunate for her it was not the case.
Emma gently rolled onto her side and continued listing the reasons in her mind as to why she hated this particular day. Birthdays to her were never really special, she never knew what it was like to dress up as a little princess and celebrate your birthday when you turn five. Nor smiling at the camera with your dad holding it out in front of him to get both you and him in the photo. Although, she never experienced the wonders and endless possibilities of childhood, she had hoped that her son somewhere out there in the world had the chance. The thought of him made her smile. Emma knew that placing him up for adoption was the right thing to do at the time otherwise he would have stood no chance at all.
Emma let out a long breath, "Happy birthday, to me." She murmured into the silent room.
The giant clock struck 8 o'clock and within a few moments the blonde was on her feet and out the door with the intention of indulging in some quality breakfast at the diner, however, came to an abrupt halt at the sight of a young boy who still held his fist in the air as though he was about to knock. She noticed that it was the same kid from the other day who was staring at her strangely as she walked past the school.
Emma frowned, "Ummm, can I help you, kid?" She asked awkwardly.
The boy walked back a few steps to allow Emma to close the door before parting his lips, "Are you Emma Swan?"
She nodded, "Yeah, kid. Who's asking?"
The boy's smile beamed at the confirmation, "My name's Henry. I'm your son.
...
Emma slowed her pace down and once again faced the young school boy. "Let me ge this right..." She paused for a moment in an attempt to make some sense of what Henry had just revealed to her. "You went to Boston a couple of weeks ago to look for me?" She raised her eyebrows.
Henry nodded while Emma proceeded on, "Then how did you know I was in Storybrooke?" She frowned at the question.
"I didn't, but I knew you'd end up here sometime." He simply shrugged.
Emma shook her head, "Wait what? What do you mean you knew I'd end up here?"
Henry stared at her for a few moments, "You're not ready yet." He concluded with a decisive shake of the head.
Emma was intrigued yet simultaneously perplexed by his rather cryptic statement. She slouched against one of the windows of an unknown shop on the presently busy Main street. She sighed tiredly, "So, you're really my son?"
Henry gleamed his white teeth at her, "Yeah, I am."
The blond ran a hand through her hair, "What does your mom think of you trying to find me?" She inquired curiously.
Henry shuddered slightly, "My adoptive mother wasn't happy at all when she found out that I went to Boston by myself and stole my teacher's credit card to do so." He mumbled the last sentence while diverting his eyes away from the blonde's annoyed gaze.
Emma's eyes nearly tore from their sockets, "Kid, that's so not cool. You're mother would have been worried sick about you. And you shouldn't be travelling by yourself, it's dangerous." She practically told him off. Henry could only grin at his biological mother.
"Sorry." He mumbled with a slight chuckle.
Emma gave him a slight nudge in the shoulder, "No, you're not." She herself couldn't suppress a smile at her son's delight.
"Does this mean you're staying in Storybrooke?" He asked with pure excitement in his tone.
Emma gave him a weak smile, "I don't know, kid. I need to process all of this first." She spoke truthfully. In all honesty she wanted to stay and get to know her own son that she had given up for adoption 10 years ago but the only reason for her being in Storybrooke was because of the Mayor.
Henry's smile faltered at the answer despite his effort's to mask his true feelings at the statement. "Okay, I understand." He spoke in a gloomy manner while darting his gaze to his own shuffling feet.
Emma dropped to her knees in front of him. "Look Henry, I can't make any promises but...I will try my best to stay. I want to get to know you because I honestly thought that I was never going to see my son ever again." She gave him a warm smile and a heartfelt statement which brought a sense of hope in him that his mother, the Saviour would rescue him from the Evil Queen.
Henry nodded with his rather iconic grin before engulfing Emma in a hug without any prior warning. She immediately slipped her arms around his torso and felt a small lonely tear trail down her cheek. A few moments later they pulled back from the hug and she gave a small chuckle while wiping her tears away.
"Kid, look what you've done?" Emma chuckled while pointing at her watery eyes.
Henry gave her a warm smile, "I'm sorry, Emma." He giggled.
The blonde rolled her eyes in a playful manner, "I better go see your mom then. I doubt she would be pleased at all by this." Emma muttered.
Henry's face contorted into a worried expression, "She's not a nice person. Everyone in town is scared of her." He muttered at the mentioning of her adoptive mother.
"Well that's reassuring..." Emma mumbled before letting a perplexed expression grasp her features, "Wait...why is everyone scared of her?" She questioned curiously. If she was about to go up against a woman who let the while town fear her, then she'd need to know as much about her as possible.
"Besides that fact that she's evil. Everyone in Storybrooke's scared of her because she's mean and cold...and the Mayor." Henry failed to hide his disdain for his mother in front of his biological mother.
Emma nearly fainted on the spot. "Wait! Your mother is Regina Mills, the Mayor of Storybrooke!?" She exclaimed while nervously running her hands through her blonde curls.
Henry nodded with a slight frown, "...yes, she is. Why?"
Emma faced away from her son with a hand over her mouth in shock. Everything that was already complicated times infinity was exactly how complicated it was now. Henry's adoptive mother was Regina. What were the chances? Emma knew then and there that one thing was absolutely certain. Regina was going to go burn down the entire town once she finds out.
Flashback over
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"Miss Swan, exactly why didn't you tell me you had met my son?" Regina fumed as she paced in her living room. She faced the blonde with her hands on her hips indicating authority.
"Because I knew you'd react like this! And I did...eventually!" Emma exclaimed with exasperation as she stood at the entrance to the room. She unconsciously walked a few steps closer to the raging brunette.
"This is unbelievable." The Mayor growled in fury. She instantly spun around to face the blonde only to catch her slightly startled by the action. Her eyes darkened with her jaw tightly clenched. Regina's body became austere as her eyes linked with the emarald pair before her. She wasn't about to let this woman turn her world upside down or more realistically ruin her life. Not only was she her son's biological mother but she was also the Saviour, the perfect candidate to break the curse and let's not forget she's also the product of the Two Idiots. There was another factor, however, the Evil Queen refrained from allowing another thought of it to pass through her mind.
Emma had witnessed Regina's fury and the usual cold demeanour but never had it struck her like it did now. She gulped silently as the brunette placed one foot in front of the other, inching her way closer to Emma. Their eyes hadn't left each other's as her back hit the wall. She was slightly startled and only realised now that she had been slowly moving away from Mayor.
Regina invaded her personal space with her breath hitting Emma's lips. "Nothing Has changed. You may be the one who gave birth to Henry but he is my son. You will finish your job with me and then leave Storybrooke and never come back. Ever." The Mayor spoke in a stern tone with an underlying layer of menace. She made sure her eyes pierced into Emma's in an attempt to frighten the blonde.
Emma remained silent and gently pushed herself off the wall which only resulted in decreasing the minimal space between them. Although Regina's eyes depicted fury, anger and frustration for a second there was a covert glaze of desperation, despair and vulnerability before it vanished as soon as it appeared.
"Well..." Regina snarled impatiently waiting for an obvious answer.
With a suppressed sigh and a confident stance Emma murmured the single word that Regina had not desired nor expected, "No." She spoke quietly in a placid manner. "I'm not leaving, Regina."
Regina was evidentally taken back by the answer. It was the one she was not expecting. "You will otherwise I will destroy you, if it's the last thing I do." She remarked in a low threatening tone that barely fazed the blond.
Emma broke in a sarcastic grin, "Besides Henry, exactly how will you make my life more shittier than it already is?" She inquired in slight curiosity. Truth was she had no idea what the Mayor was capable of yet she was quite eager to find out.
"I could kill you. It'd be like killing a helpless fly." Regina mocked with an impish grin.
Emma shook her head, "You wouldn't kill me." She responded in a serious tone which only provoked an amused chuckle from the brunette who seemed to be still only a few millimetres away from her.
"Dear, I would kill you in a heart beat. If I wasn't breaking the law that is." She replied as a matter of fact with her face void of any real emotion.
"You would regret it, you wouldn't be able to find someone who can make you scream like I did last night. I have to say Madame Mayor, having you writhing under me was a wonderful sight." Emma smirked and wasn't surprised when Regina pushed her roughly in the chest so that her back was once again against the wall.
"Fuck you." The Mayor growled with her tone dropping an octave.
Emma gave a small chuckle before retracting back to her original position in front of the woman. "I'm staying in Storybrooke in order to get to know my son. I will not take him away from you, I promise." She placed a hand on Regina's arm and gave it a small squeeze for reassurance.
"I do not trust you nor do I trust your intentions." Regina replied coldly. Emma dropped her hold and rolled her eyes.
"Well that's your problem, not mine." Emma retorted.
"And where are you going to stay? You can't live at Granny's for the rest of your life." Regina spoke in disdain.
"Mary Margaret offered me her spare room. I'm moving in to tomorrow." The blonde gave a solemn look but became curious at the moment of surprise on the Mayor's face. At the realisation that she had been caught Regina immediately replaced her expression and rolled her eyes.
"I hope you both have fun with that." She snarled.
"We will."
"Good."
"Good."
"Fine."
"Fine." Emma chuckled and began to take a few steps back with the intention of letting the brunette have some alone time. She seemed like she needed it.
"Oh, and despite what you say, last night was pretty fun. I enjoyed myself." Emma grinned cheekily.
"That makes one of us." Regina rolled her eyes.
"Come on, where's the woman who was grinding into me on the dance floor?" Emma flailed her arms in the air for emphasis.
"Dear, she was under the influence." Regina failed to suppress a small smirk which Emma kindly returned with a sceptical arched eyebrow.
"Somehow I only believe that's half true. Besides it was ultimately the best birthday ever." The blonde gave a small shrug at the statement, however, earned a surprise look from the Mayor.
"Yesterday was your birthday?" Regina questioned to make sure and Emma nodded with a beaming grin as she leaned against the door frame.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked curiously.
"Would you have cared?" Emma answered her with a valid question.
"No." Regina replied almost instantaneously. By the look she was receiving from Emma she flicked her fringe back and mumbled, "Maybe...I would of. Besides that I'm glad you had a wonderful time." She nodded and for a few moments forgot who this woman really was. The Saviour, the daughter of the woman she wanted in a coffin and the biological mother to Henry.
Emma nodded, "I did." She gave Regina a warm smile. "Anyway I better be off. I have loads of work to do." She groaned at the thought of work. There was actually paperwork to being an escort, not a lot but enough to make Emma not want to be one. Regina's face was emotionless as Emma exited the living room. She heard the front door open and then close again. She walked over to the marble table and poured herself a glass of red wine. Despite her strong thoughts against alcohol in the mornings she refused to object the depressant liquid just this once.
Although they both still seemed 'friendly' with each other they were heavily aware of the fact that Henry was involved and now their relationship seemed as though it was back at square one.
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