Epilogue
"Miss me?"
Regina smiled as Emma gave her a coffee cup, the steam coming from it enough proof that it had been recently made. Taking a sip from it and humming at the state she eyed the blonde who was still looking at her atop the lid of her own cup.
"Not really." She joked, smirking while Emma feigned a pout.
They were outside the bullpen, just about to enter. White had let them have a week off after the incidents that had happened at the Vila but the days off, albeit sweet, had already reached their end. Today they were supposed to be given a new case, one that -as Emma had put that morning while getting dressed and blushing at the sight of love bits that peppered her neck- they hoped was much easier than the last one.
Newspapers had already all but forgotten about the previous articles they had shared about the "Author". A detail that would exasperate Regina any other day of the week but not today, the memory of the small man and the blue fairy enough to let her blood freeze. They had, after all, come very close to end up dead.
"It's very strange." She pointed out while brushing her arm with Emma's, the gesture a caress she hoped the blonde would understand. "How quickly Nora took control of the Fairies."
Emma hummed; the quiet yet efficient secretary had been recently elected as the new CEO of the fairies. The rules of their factory didn't really work as any others would and that had never reached the newspapers. Not after some "filtrations" about the actual plan of Reul Ghorm had been had been done. For Storybrooke the author and the mysterious killings had never happened by the way they behaved.
Something Regina found appalling
"You think we should keep an eye on her?" Emma asked, making her blink as she regained her bearings.
"I don't think so." She answered, the cup of her coffee hot enough for her to change the hand with which she was holding too, the beginning of a quick storm eliciting a drizzle that began to darken the road beneath her feet. "Not for now at least. Everything stays the same after all. Seems that the author wasn't right."
Emma hummed, moving closer to her. She had been awfully quiet for the past week, enough for Regina to notice it. Something, however, seem now to be brimming from her lips and Regina let her be, Storybrooke's clock ticking a few feet above them both.
"I think…" Emma began, clearing her throat before trying to speak again. She was wearing her leather jacket, red like rust framing her nervous face as she breathed. "That, in a way, he was right."
Regina frowned. At Emma's hip the buzzer flashed. Neither of them paid it any mind.
"How?" She asked, the bracelet on her wrist suddenly cold against her skin as Emma rose her right hand. Her wrist was free from any kind of bracelet but her fingers were hold in the same position Regina used when she used it to focalize the power from the mechanical motor strapped to her wrist.
Dimly at first and then stronger, the smell of ozone filled the air between them. Regina rose her gaze from Emma's hand to the blonde's eyes but the woman shook her head, waiting for the brunette to look back downwards.
It was imperceptible during those seconds, a reflection in the air product of the quickly warming temperatures. As seconds passed, however, it became clear than it wasn't an illusion. In the middle of Emma's hand, trapped between her fingers which it licked almost curiously, there was a flame. Much smaller than Regina's but one done without any kind of machine.
"Seems that magic is returning." Emma finished with a quick smile towards Regina who couldn't but wonder if she had seen the blonde any more beautiful than she was now. "Seems that he was right."
Things could have changed after all. Regina thought, nodding alongside with Emma before taking one step forwards, not caring a thing about how close there were from their boss, the buzzing never stopping on Emma's hips as she pushed them onto the building's walls.
The kiss was quick, quicker than she would have liked but it, still, made her tingle, a spark of that same ozone scent jumping from Emma to her, coiling around her stomach.
"Seems that he was."
A/N So a lot of things have happened after I decided to write this crazy idea half a murder mystery half a sci-fi craziness. I still think that I could have wrote more, more about Emma, more about Regina. More about the two of them. I, however, wanted to explore the idea of them being already in love but not yet brave enough to tell each other what they felt. What started like that ended up being a dramatic scene in where Emma's inherent magic woke Regina up. -snorts- I'm still too much of a romantic I guess.
I couldn't have done this without a lot of wonderful people who heard me moan and complain as I began the horrible last few weeks of waiting. To them; thank you. You are the artists. (Misslane, LadyBardo, BrightandWitty, Kyravalon, BrittanysNieve, Napfreak, EliaMuffin, MeryKinder... I will do a proper thank you note. I don't have the words for what you guys did.)