[A/N] Thanks to everyone for reading my story. Happy Memorial Day weekend to those of you celebrating.

Chapter 7

Giving into ones dark side never accomplishes anything

(Jiminy Cricket)

Everyone knows that villains are not to have happy endings.

Ever.

In the pictures Regina is now talking to her mirror.

Of course!

I jump up and search through Neal's mess in order to find a mirror.

There is a cracked one hanging above the sink in the bathroom.

My fingertips touch the cold frame.

"Regina? Can you hear me?"

At first I see nothing but my own reflection looking back at me. My hair is tangled. I have red-rimmed eyes.

"Regina?"

I touch my fingertips against the cold mirror.

"Regina? Please, can you hear me?"

There is no response. My heart sinks in a deep frustration.

Neal returns with the Pizza.

I chew hesitantly. The taste is a bizzare mixture of Oregano, Cheese and spicy sausage.

I take another bite. If I want to keep my strength, then I need to eat.

"See, I told you Pizza is good."

He stuffs a second slice in his mouth and chews loudly.

"How did you know the name Emma Swan?"

Neal chokes.

"W-w-what?"

"You freaked when I told you who I am. Why?"

"My father can see the future."

I nod my head. I've heard that Rumplestiltskin is a seer.

"He used to talk a lot in his sleep. That's how I know."

Neal dips the crust of his pizza slice into some melted butter.

"I am not a hundred percent sure though if he knows what all I heard."

I swallow the remainder of melted cheese in my mouth.

"Is there a way back home?"

"Emma, don't you get it? This land here, it has no magic?"

I stand up and cross my arms in front of my chest.

"There has to be a way! There is always a way."

His eyes narrow.

"We are stuck here. Like it or not. I actually enjoy living in a place without magic. Nothing good has ever come out of it."

My frustration molds into anger. He is neither willing nor wanting to help!

"I wish to go home! I will find-"

"Home to whom? Your parents want to marry you off and the Evil Queen put you in her dungeon."

I lose my patience.

There has to be a way back from here. I will find one.

"You have no idea what I can or what I'm capable off."

The light bubble at his ceiling flickers. There is a cracking sound. Then it busts.

I feel pieces of broken glass on top of my head.

Did I just do that?

Neal wipes glass fragments from his shoulders.

"You got some in your hair. Be careful not to cut yourself."

I try to remove the pieces in front of the mirror. There is a tiny cut at my temple. I touch it to check if it's still bleeding and step closer.

My image fades in the mirror. I am not going to faint because of that little bit of blood? Am I?

I hold on to the sink and lower my head.

Three sets of eyes look back at me when I look up.

My mother'sface is wet with tears. My father's eyebrows are drawn close together. He steps closer to the mirror but is pushed aside by a lace-gloved hand.

"Emma,"

A dry sob crawl out of my throat.

Regina says my name again.

I want to hear tenderness in its sound but I know her too well.

She is getting impatient because I won't respond.

"Emma, child, please say something? Are you well? Did you eat?"

My mother is trying to get a better view but Regina won't make room for her.

"Pizza I had some Pizza to eat."

"What's a Pizza?"

Regina rolls her eyes and sighs.

"Why does it matter, Snow? We need to figure out where she is!"

"I want to be home."

Something is smashed against the mirror, making the glass break into countless fragments.

They are gone.

"Emma, what do you think you're doing?"

Neal's face is sweaty.

"What the hell did you do? I was talking to my parents and Regina!"

He grabs my shoulder. His fingernails dig sharp into my skin.

"You didn't tell them where we are? Did you? Did you!"

The light bubble on the ceiling busts.

Neal drops his hands from me as if he burned himself.

"I'm sorry, Princess but I can't let him find me."

He storms out. The heavy front door slams.

I remain frozen for a couple minutes.

My hands are shaking when I grab piece after piece of the mirror pieces.

All I see is my own pale reflection.

I go back to the other room and sit down on the couch.

It gets dark but Neal doesn't come back.

I wait until my eyes get heavy with sleep.

The next morning when I awake he's still not returned.

I find some small silver coins and green paper pieces in a jar in the kitchen.

Even the money in this world is strange!

I take some of it and stuff it in the pockets of my leather jacket.

There has to be a place out here that can sell me another mirror.

The thrift store I've been sent to has bells ringing when you enter the door.

There are a dozen of carved cukoo clocks sitting on shelves.

I see a cute rocking horse and a few small tables but no mirrors.

"Can I help you, Princess?"

I spin around to see a man pouring a yellow powder into a big glass bowl with plants and fishes.

"Can I help you, Princess? What are you looking for?"

I feel irritated and I don't understand why.

Why is he calling me princess? Why does this store remind me of a place I've seen before?

On another shelf is the most bizzare collection of blue fairies possible.

Baby Blue Faries

Fat Blue Faries

Half-naked Blue Fairies

A blue Fairy with flowers and skulls painted on her skin.

"I'm sorry, Princess, but my collection is not up for sale. Anything else here is available though."

"Why do you call me, Princess?"

"Every girl is a princess to me. Especially the prettier ones."

He smirks at me and winks.

I let him know what I'm looking for and he leads me to the back of the shop.

"What kind of mirror are you looking for?"

I hold up a couple of hand mirrors. For long minutes I stare at my own reflection and wait and hope.

Nothing happens.

Frustration fills my mind, but I am unwilling to give up.

"Do you have other mirrors?"

"Would be easier if you told me what you looking for, Princess."

He brings me into a corner where mirrors are hanging on the walls.

I only see my own image in them. My fingertips touch the glass.

"Please don't touch them. It's such a hassle to clean."

I take a slow breathe through my mouth.

"Maybe you don't have what I am looking for. I need a special mirror."

He smirks again and rubs his unshaved chin.

"Special, huh?"

He pulls a sheet down. The mirror beneath it is beautiful.

The bell in the front rings and he walks off to greet a new customer.

I am alone to admire the mirror in front of me.

The polished wood of its frame is carved into the shape of a castle.

It reminds me of home.

My eyes move to the mirror itself where I see myself looking back.

Then the image blurs as if when someone tosses a stone into a quiet lake.

I hear her voice before I see Regina.

She's reaching out both hands to me. I lift my hand. Regina grabs my wrist.

It's a painfully hard pull.

I lose my balance and fall. The mirror falls on top of me. I feel leather and lace and the weight of voluptuous breasts against my face.

"Regina!"

I absorb her scent. I press my nose between her breasts and touch my lips against her warm skin.

"Emma,"

"You are here. Can you get us both home again?"

She wipes dust from her legs after getting up.

"How did you do this?"

"How did I do what?"

Regina looks at me, her eyes lingering a bit longer on my strange leg clothing than necessary.

"You came through the mirror."

"You brought me here! How did you do it?"

"What the hell have you done to my mirror!"

The guy is red-faced now. He is so busy ranting about how I broke his precious mirror that he doesn't notice Regina at first.

She is unusually quiet. Her brown eyes look through the store as if she's searching for something.

"You are going to pay me for this."

I show him the money but he laughs.

"Seven dollars? Is this a joke?"

I cross my arms in front of my chest. It is not like I broke the mirror on purpose.

Besides. It's the frame that got cracked, not the glass itself.

Regina steps beside me and touches her fingertip to the frame.

"A beautiful work."

He jumps.

His face turns pale.

He rubs his eyes.

Once.

Twice.

A third time before he finally seems convinced that Regina is here.

"You need to leave."

He doesn't seem too interested anymore to get the money for his mirror.

There is fear in his eyes.

Fear of her, Regina.

There can only be one explanation.

"You are from our world!"

"I don't understand what you mean. Just do yourself a favor and leave. Stay away from her."

Regina's shoes click on the floor when she crosses the distance between them.

Her hand moves up to his throat. Then she brushes her nose against his cheek.

"Still the same stench of pine-wood and glue."

"Still the same preference for showing too much bosom in your outfits."

"Puppet,"

"Nobody has called me a puppet in a long time, your majesty."

Regina laughs.

"Emma, meet Pinoccio."