They were at the bar after the shift a couple weeks later. Eva and Allison were all but normal around each other. They were getting to the point that their mutual attraction didn't make them act goofy, but they weren't quite 'normal' whatever that means, around each other. And Eva certainly wasn't ready to agree or admit that she'd done worse things than ask out a girl. She'd been with girls and loved it; it was just… It was that this girl was the girl she'd been dreaming of her whole life. She wasn't sure she was ready to compare Allison to Emma. So, she decided that dancing and occasionally going home with men was the way to go for now.
Allison just was not sure about anything. She knew that she wanted to take Eva and kiss the crap out of her, and every time she thought she saw something akin to mutual attraction, it went away. So, she stewed. Calmingly. Eva would get asked to dance and she would get refills for the table. And that's exactly what happened this night.
They'd gone through that familiar routine; Eva dancing and Allison wandering off 'to get those refills'. She, as she did every other night, sat on the corner of the bar and gazed out at the dance floor, wishing she could be whatever guy was attached to Eva—maybe not so much dancing, but attached certainly, wishing she could be the guy that took her home. And she didn't even want to do stuff!—okay, she wanted to do stuff, but she wanted to get to know her first. It was these thoughts that always plagued her as she watched her brunette with honey brown eyes dance on.
"I can't help but notice that you seem to be looking at the dance floor a lot…" An oddly familiar voice broke Allison's gaze.
She turned with obvious surprise, "Thirteen?"
The brunette put her hands up, "Please, you don't work there, I don't work there… Let's go by names—first names for a change." She stuck her hand out, "Call me, Remy."
"Remy…" Allison smiled as she took the brunette's hand, "Allison."
"I know." Remy smiled back. She leaned against the bar and looked at her, "I can't help but notice that you're also looking at that girl an awful lot."
Allison looked to Eva, who seemed to be having a marvelous time, before she turned back to Remy, "Uh, let's not talk about that. You! What are you doing down here in Miami?"
Remy looked down and around, "The chorea started… I decided it was time to travel around." She looked at the blonde, "I guess fate brought me here though…"
Allison knit her brows, "What do you mean?"
"Well, I have to tell you, Dr. Cameron—"
"First names." Allison grinned as she interrupted the brunette and propped her head up with her hand.
"Allison." Remy smiled charmingly back, "I always had a huge crush on you… I was jealous of Chase. But I was more jealous of those pink scrubs you always wore…" the grin didn't leave her lips as she saw the blush in Allison's cheeks.
"You were not…"
"I was." Remy grinned, "So me seeing you watching another woman must be fate, because it must mean that I have at least a small, measly chance to be with you… Right?" Remy asked.
Allison looked at the bar in thought, "I… don't know…" She looked back to the brunette with a purse of her lips.
"Oh please tell me there's at least a measly shot! Don't make me play the 'I'm dying and my dying wish is to go on one date with you' card… I'll do it 'cause I'm that desperate, but please don't make me…"
Allison gave her a faux scolding look, "You would not. You're much too mature for that."
"I did go back to work for House when you were the only one strong enough to walk away." Remy gave her a pointed look, "I'm not that mature."
On the outer deck, where the table for everyone was, Eva had come back to the table for a drink with Serena, Proctor, Tuck and Chris. She saw all of them turned, looking passed her, watching Allison talking with some other woman.
"Who is that?" Eva asked, a sudden jealousy creeping in her chest.
"I don't know." Serena answered for everyone.
"I want to know…" Chris's voice was low.
"Me too." Both Tuck and Proctor agreed.
Eva turned back to the four of them and glared at the men before looking back to Allison and the other woman.
Serena scooted her chair back so she was sitting next to Eva. She kept her voice quiet so that the boys couldn't hear her, "You know, she told me once that we both had sweet sunshiny faces and that some day Chris was going to notice too late how amazing I was… Could she have unknowingly been talking about herself and you?"
Eva stopped looking to Allison and glared at the other woman, "I haven't a clue of what you're talking about."
"Keep telling yourself that, but it won't make it true…"
Eva rolled her eyes. She paused their conversation for a moment before, "Didn't you also tell me that she had a crush on me?"
"Doesn't mean she doesn't now. Just means that she's getting the attention she deserves." Serena smirked.
Allison felt the stares of everyone at the table and did everything to keep from giving them all a glare.
She looked at Remy, "Yes."
"Yes, I am that mature?" Remy asked.
Allison nodded, "You are. And, yes I will go on a date with you."
"Really?"
"Yeah," the blonde nodded again.
"Well, you uh… You want to get out of here and discuss what we should do on this date?"
Allison gave her a friendly smile, "Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something. And, I'm not that easy. You're gonna have to do more than ask me out before we discuss anything." She smirked, "I will let you walk me to my car though, if you want."
"I want." Remy nodded and let the blonde get up.
She gestured to the parking lot, being cordial as ever. Allison gave her a playful glare as she slapped the hand down, but she didn't fail to let go nor did she fail to interlock their fingers as they walked.
~0~0~0~0~0~
"How do you know I can't get scared?"
Regina stared her in the eye trying to intimidate her, forgetting already that that couldn't happen. She rolled her eyes and looked to the side, "Because I am the Evil Queen. I put a curse on you and myself. You can't feel anything. And neither can I."
"Let me in." Emma pushed passed her and tried to bring Zambrano in as well.
With a flick of her wrist, Zambrano was gone.
The reigns in Emma's hands vanished and her waist felt light and boot empty. She stopped looking around to find that her horse was gone, "Hey! Where did Zambrano go?" She asked then gave her a look, "And don't think I didn't notice that you took my sword, dagger and knife."
"I haven't the slightest clue of what you're talking about."
Emma cocked a challenging brow, "I know who you are and I know everything about you… everything the libraries kept, at least—"
"Most of their 'biographies' are tall tales."
"I don't disagree, but I do know one thing is true. You have a mirror." Emma looked around at the many mirrors that decorated the hallway walls, "Lots of them. Hey, Sir Genie of Agrabah!" she yelled. The genie appeared in one of the mirrors, "Woah." She looked at the genie stuck in the mirror, "Is my horse okay? Where did she put him?"
The genie showed the horse being taken care of—quite generously, being fed apples and carrots already—in a set of stables.
"Is that real or can you show fake images?"
"I cannot." The genie said.
Emma turned to Regina, "All you had to say was the stables… I would have believed you. I can tell when people are lying. That whole not-feeling thing that you gave me as my present for being born? Yeah, it's made it easy for my emotions not to get in the way of my judgments." She quipped.
Regina didn't say anything; she just poofed away.
"Wait… Hey Sir Genie of Agrabah?" She looked back to the mirrors.
He didn't appear.
Emma looked around at the foyer a moment. And when no other person came to her aid, she realized that she was gonna have to find the Evil Queen herself because the woman had basically vanished, so she went searching.
~0~0~0~0~0~
Allison walked in the next morning to find everyone getting ready for the day. Serena was the first to sidle up next to her, then Chris came on her other side.
"So, uh… So…" Chris started.
"So?" Allison gave him a look.
Serena happily interrupted, "So who's the hottie you went home with last night? I mean… I'm straight, I like the penis. But my God. That woman was… fiiiine. I… I want in her pants."
"Well, if Serena is man enough to admit it, I want in her pants too, but I guess that would have been normal… Seriously though. You guys have a nice night?"
Allison couldn't help but laugh at her new friends. "Oh my gosh." She shook her head, "Okay, she walked me to my car. Nothing happened."
"WHY?!" Both of them asked.
"Because I told her I wasn't that easy. Plus, she wanted to take me on a date. Reconnect and all that."
"Re connect?" Serena asked.
"Yeah. She's an old friend. We used to work together… sort of."
"And by 'work together' you mean?" Chris asked.
Allison smirked, "I mean work together."
"Oh…"
Eva stood from her seat on her bench and walked out, "We have three buses and a helicopter on the way here."
Serena saluted the brunette as she walked out. "Yes, ma'am." She glanced over to Allison, "I think someone's jealous." She said as she skipped out of the room.
Chris, as he was prone to, waited for the reaction of one Allison Cameron. And was all too entertained with the blush he saw flush her features.
Allison rolled her eyes, "I really don't Eva would be jealous. Why would she even have reason to be jealous? And I mean, Remy's just an old friend…" She walked out.
Chris eyed the blonde as he followed. Yes, this was all very interesting.
~0~0~0~0~0~
"Sir Genie of Agrabah?" Emma whispered as she walked along the hallway.
"Yes, Princess?"
Emma smiled when she saw him appear on a mirror, "Say.. Which room is the Queen's?"
"Why do you need to know?"
"I would just like to pick the next room down so I can be the first thing she sees in the mornings."
"Why?"
This is what was confusing about it, "I don't know."
And she didn't know. She just knew that she could tell that she got under Regina's skin. Though that could be concern for breeching her stellar security and finding out that she was still alive. She might think that she's just like her parents and will try to kill her or imprison her. "I just want to be near the woman that was dead up until 4 hours ago. There's not reason or method of malice. I've just always been fascinated with her and her story—a concern from my parents that it was part of whatever curse Regina put on me…"
The Genie stared at her, "You just want to be near her…?"
"Yeah."
"Well, that's a first." He deadpanned before looking to his left by way of pointing, "Back down this hall. Take a right into the hall that has the painting on the left then choose any of the rooms that aren't the third on the left."
Emma smiled and followed instructions to a T. Just as she was going into the second room on the left, Regina walked out of hers.
"What are you doing?"
"Well, I need a room to sleep in. This one was empty so…" Emma crossed her arms and sized the brunette up, "That's not a problem is it?"
"The fact that you are here at all is a problem, Princess." Regina rolled her eyes, "Please add on to my problems." She gestured for the room door.
Emma stepped forward and took her hand, "I don't have the same motives as my parents. I'm not here to kill you."
"No, I should say not." Regina pulled from Emma and walked down the hallway.
Emma knit her brows wondering what exactly that meant.
AN: Thoughts and feels?