Set after Regina gets thrown at the clock tower in 3x16, It's not Easy Being Green. Just a simple sweet ficlet.

"I don't care what you say, you're not all right." Emma cried as Regina stumbled for the second time on their walk back to the manor.

"Emma, I'm fine." She insisted, with a bit annoyance in her tone.

"Your sister launched you through the clock tower, and then I find out you don't even have your heart. You're not fine." The Savior snapped back, looping her arm in with Regina's tightly so the brunette wouldn't be able to break free.

"I'm still alive aren't I?"

"That's encouraging. I'm not leaving your side until this is all said and done with. I'll have Mary Margaret and David bring Henry over tomorrow and we'll stay at your place."

"What? Are you crazy? I have pictures of him all over the house, and his room hasn't been touch. He'll think I'm some creepy old lady who does up little boy's rooms even though she doesn't have any children." Emma rolled her eyes at her as they continued to walk.

"After I get you settled, I'll go through the house and take down all the pictures of you guys and place them neatly in a box under your bed. And the room, I don't know, we'll say you used to foster kids, or it's for a nephew or something along those lines."

"Wow, you thought of everything haven't you?" But before Emma had a chance to throw a witty comment back, Regina collapsed.

When Regina woke up she noticed that she was lying in her own bed and had been changed. She did her best to recall how she got there, but then her bathroom door opened and a certain pesty blonde walked toward her with a damp wash cloth.

"You're fine huh?"

"I'm changed," she stated choosing to ignore Emma's remark as she fell back down on her pillows.

"I'm sorry. Did you want me to leave you in your clothes that had collected shards of wood and glass that were beginning to jab into your body, not to mention the many tears and dirt patches from your countless falls?"

"No," Regina replied as if she was a small child being scolded. Emma smiled as she sat down on the bed next to her and began to pat Regina's forehead with the wash cloth.

"Besides you didn't seem to mind it. In fact, you were making all these erotic sounds as I was undressing you." Regina snagged the wash cloth from Emma's hands and scooted over so that the Savior's body was no longer grazing hers.

"I little perverse are we?"

"Oh relax, I was only teasing." She laughed.

"Hmm." Was all Regina let out as Emma adjusted her sheets before leaving her room for a few minutes.

When Emma returned she was carrying one of Regina's checkered designed dinner trays. Regina glimpsed up and couldn't help but smile at the display. There was chicken noodle soup with a sliced up baguette and chopped up pieces of apple, along with chamomile tea.

"What service." Regina mocked, but Emma was too busy concentrating on not dropping the tray to say anything in return as she gently placed it down on the nightstand next to her.

"Thank you Emma."

Emma flashed her a smile before turning back to leave so she could tidy up the house and remove all evidence of Henry ever living there, while Regina ate her nicely made up meal as she thought over their day. Too much had happened for her to even actually fully digest it all in one sitting, but she did her best to sort out her thoughts. As she placed the last piece of apple in her mouth, Emma reappeared in her doorway.

"Ok, I think I got everything." She stated as she looked down at her collection of memories, her breath becoming lost in her throat. "I, I'm so sorry Regina." The brunette glanced up at her, confused about her sudden change in behavior.

"What is it that you are sorry for?" Emma continued to stare into the box as a single tear crept down her face.

"I've wanted to go back to New York, and I until now, I didn't want Henry to get his memories back." Regina was taken aback by her sudden confession, but controlled her outburst that was dying to launch out at Emma for even thinking those thoughts. But instead of responding in her usual manner, she patted down on the bed beside her for Emma to sit down. They had been through too much for Regina to simply jump down her throat without understanding why.

"Why would you even want to go back to New York? Your family's here." Emma went to look up, but was having a hard time meeting Regina's eyes. She went to shake it off and stand up, but Regina snagged her arm, forcing her back down to the bed.

"Please?" Regina begged softly, not letting go of Emma's arm

"It's you."

"Me?" Regina questioned not understanding. Emma gazed up at her again with piles of water now begging to be released from her eyes.

"You gave Henry and me this new life; this new, beautiful, perfect life. And here," Emma began to wander, but Regina reached up and gently moved her chin so that she was looking into her again. "Everything is so crazy here. it's always crazy here, and also."

"Yes," Regina egged her on not wanting Emma to stall and run now that she was opening up.

"You."

"Yes, you all ready said that dear." Regina replied with care. "What about me?" Emma was having a hard time breathing. Again Regina could feel her wanting to pull away so she moved her hand down and began to rub soothing circles over the top of it. Emma glanced down and smiled at the tenderness of the contact, Regina sensing her confidence slowly building back up.

"When I got my memories back, it all hit me, what you did." Regina kept quiet, wanting Emma to continue to feel comfortable. "No one has ever done anything like that for me before. And yes, I know it was mostly for Henry. But you could have given him a spectacular life and me just something so so." Regina smiled. There was so much she had kept from Emma, mostly because what she thought she felt couldn't possibly have been real, but now things were beginning to change.

"You deserved more than something so so Emma." They both looked up meeting one another's eyes simultaneously. There was so much going through Regina's mind in that instant as her nonexistent heart somehow began to thud against her chest while her breathing began to quicken, matching Emma's. Everything they were doing was in sync now. Part of her wanted to lean in and show her exactly why she had given Emma that life, to express to Emma how much she had meant and still means to her, especially now that she sensed that the feelings were mutual. But like when she had to let Emma and Henry go the year before, she stopped herself. There was too much to sort out first, too much danger lurking in the corners. She couldn't put Emma in more risk than she all ready was. But at the same time she needed to show Emma something and leaned in pressing a kiss to the Savior's forehead. She kept her lips there for a moment and when she finally pulled away, cupped Emma's face as their eyes stayed connected. It may not have been a confession, but it was as close to a promise Regina could make to Emma in that moment.