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Chapter eighteen
Emma smiled at the sight of the Mayor waking up next to her, her voice deep and thick with sleep, her soft smile when she realized she was in Emma's bed.
"Good morning," Regina whispered, closing her eyes again, rolling to the side as she nested her face in the crook of Emma's neck.
"Sleep well?" the blonde asked gently, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
"For the first time in thirteen years…"
Emma sighed with a goofy smile.
Her olive skin felt warm, and it felt like velvet under her fingertips. She was in love with her legs and arms and hips. Adult Regina was even more gorgeous and sultry and sexy, and for a moment she felt jealous of everyone else that would get to be around her through the rest of the day.
For a moment, Emma wished they could pick Henry and run away, and then they could remain locked up in a bubble for three. That was just silly, but she couldn't help feeling oddly possessive.
They were amazing, Regina and Henry. They made her smile like an idiot, they filled each and every void she didn't know she had, and they pushed her back to life without her noticing, even we she reluctantly tried to shut them out.
And Emma was glad they won that fight.
She disentangled softly from the brunette and went to the kitchen, where she prepared some coffee. When she returned to the bedroom, Regina was sitting up, dressed in Emma's diamond patterned shirt.
The blonde grinned at the sight.
"Is this okay?" she asked with a hesitant smile.
Emma squatted in front of her with a cup of coffee. "It looks perfect on you," she said, passing the cup to her and then leaning forward to adjust the collar and roll up the cuffs a little.
Regina blushed slightly, and grinned. She closed her eyes as she sipped her coffee and hummed in satisfaction.
"I´ll take Henry to school today," she kissed Emma softly. "Take the day off. Save the energy for tonight, because this?" she pointed around the room, but Emma knew she was referring to sex. "I want more."
"I'm at your services, Madam Mayor."
"Stop calling me that."
Emma smirked. "Does it turn you on?"
"More than it should," Regina said, pretending to be annoyed as she accepted a pair of jeans. "God, your clothes are so comfortable-!"
"Stop making those sexy sounds, Mills," Emma kissed her. "I might keep you hostage for the day-"
Regina chuckled with the light mood, but then her smile became sweet, contemplative. She placed her coffee on the bedside table and cupped Emma's face with both hands. "I'm going to face the dragon in about forty minutes. You still can abandon ship if you want. I have a son. I know it's a lot of baggage-"
"Regina," Emma interrupted her, and she looked serious like the night before. "This ship? I'm going down with it. To hell and back, if I have to."
The brunette swallowed hard, feeling the corner of her eyes burn with impending tears that she kept to herself, chuckling slightly because Emma was a brat who still made her laugh in inappropriate situations.
"I love you. Idiot."
"I love you too, dweeb. Call if you need me to rescue you from the dungeons."
Emma couldn't sleep after Regina left, and she couldn't stay in bed a second longer, thinking about her smile and her gorgeous body. Her heart was too accelerated to relax, so she decided to get an early start on her day.
She cleaned. She made a shop list. She took the trash out. She did laundry.
On her way to the grocery store, she saw her father's GTI parked in front of Killian's driveway. With a jolt in her chest, Emma hit the brake pedal and climbed out of the bug.
"Jones?" she called out, advancing on his overgrown front lawn.
"In the back, Swan-"
He was stretched on a plastic pool chair, wearing jeans and a grease-smudged t-shirt, drinking beer. Ruby was stretched on the other one, all dressed up, with messy hair and blotched make up.
"It's eight-thirty in the morning," Emma pointed out, confused with the scene.
"Since when you're little miss sunshine, love?" Killian laughed. "I spent the night working and I got that baby outside roaring back to life, Swan. I deserve a beer before lunch."
"It's fucking working?" she asked in awe. "My car's working?"
"I just need to exchange the lamps and fix a loose cable behind the panel, but after that, it's all yours. Aren't you amazed with what I can do with one hand and a half?"
Emma rolled her eyes at his false modesty, but she laughed. "You're brilliant, you fucking pirate. How much do I owe you?"
"A beer keg."
"You're on," Emma grinned and turned to Ruby, who remained silent, distractedly touching her lips with the tip of her fingers.
"She was on a date with Serge Hot Pants," Killian said quietly to the blonde, getting a smack in the head for it.
"Shut your trap, Jones," Ruby grunted. She was avoiding Emma's eyes until then, and now Emma understood why.
"Rubes?" When her friend finally looked up, she smirked. "I'm glad for you, shit head."
Her lips cracked into a huge smile – Emma hadn't seen one of those in years.
"Deal's off," Ruby said. "You're free to go marry the Queen, now."
When Emma merely shrugged, they sat bolt upright, suddenly sober from their respective night events.
"You gonna marry her?"
"Did you propose?"
"I'm not getting married, morons!" she spat, turning into an ugly shade of pink as she tried to sound angry. "I'm just… I don't wanna talk about it, it's fucking eight-thirty in the morning! Who's little miss sunshine now, huh?"
When Emma stormed out, Killian and Ruby exchanged amused looks.
"Did you just see that? The smile on that little shit's face?" the brunette asked.
"Are you okay with that for real?" Killian frowned at Ruby, who smiled.
"Gale's still sleeping in my bed. I'm just giving her some time to reload and then I'm going back. So what do you think?"
"I think you two are lucky dogs for scoring with the hottest chicks in town, but amazing sex is not the same as love."
Ruby frowned. "You do sound a little like MM when you talk about it, dude…" she stood up. "Well, I gotta go for round two. See you later at the diner?"
"Aye."
Killian sipped his beer, noticing that Ruby looked different, more cheerful than he had ever seen her when she was around Emma. Maybe Dorothy was the one for her. Maybe she would finally be able to heal Ruby Lucas. Killian was going to kick her ass if she didn't.
XXX
"Are you and grandma still fighting?"
That was the first thing Henry asked after Regina picked him at the mansion. She looked at her son as they drove to school. "We're not fighting, sweetie. We just think… differently."
"That sounds a lot like a fight. You were yelling at each other last night."
"I'm sorry about that," she smiled guiltily. "I'm going to talk to her. We're going to fix this, don't worry."
"What about Emma? Is she mad at us?"
"Emma's fine, dear. She… She's not mad, okay? What grandma said…"
"I knew that," he smirked, and just then Regina noticed that her son didn't seem surprised at all. "Mom! You're wearing her shirt from last night! I'm not five," he chuckled, climbing out of the car and leaning to kiss her.
"Smart pants," she hissed, ruffling his hair and waving him goodbye. "Have a great day, sweetheart!"
"Regina, hi!" Mary Margaret called out, coming from the other side of the parking lot. She greeted Henry on her way and hurried to the Mercedes. "I was trying to talk to… Wait a second," she backed off a little with a smug smile. "I know that shirt."
"Oh, God," Regina shook her head with a scoff, but she couldn't help smiling. "Yeah. You got me."
"Can I say I'm super happy for you?" the pixie haired brunette grinned. "It was about time!"
"Well, let's not put the cart before the horse-"
"Sure. You don't wanna jinx it, I get that. But Regina… She never got over you, you know. So just… go for it, girl."
Regina laughed, feeling oddly giddy. "So… What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Oh! Right! It's Mother's Day coming up, and we're preparing something next Friday. I know you're busy, but-"
"I'll make sure I can come, MM," Regina said with a smile, waving at her friend and then finally driving to Town Hall.
When she entered her office followed by a nervous looking Katherine, Regina noticed that her mother had already made herself comfortable behind the desk, on her chair.
"You can go," Cora dismissed the blonde secretary. "I'll call you when we need coffee." She turned to her daughter, noticing she wasn't wearing the same outfit from last night. "I see you now share more than just attitude-"
"Mother. Don't. Please."
It was probably the last word that got Cora's attention. She waited for Regina to continue.
"You can't and won't manipulate me anymore. I'm not an innocent teenager. I'm the Mayor of Storybrooke. I have a son. I raised him by myself for ten years. And Emma Swan… She'll be in my life whether you like it or not, so you better start respecting her. And if you can't do it, please… You can keep your distance from us."
Cora's face remained impassible. Regina had not expected an overdramatic reaction, but she had imagined her mother would offer at least a disdainful scoff.
Cora, however, reached out for a folder and passed it to Regina. "It's your father's will. I believe you might be interested."
Regina sighed, opening it. After months of her father's death, they were finally going to touch the wound. As she read through the document, her heart started to race.
"He… He left…"
"The house on Mifflin Street to you and Henry, yes," Cora nodded. "Meaning I have to leave. I still have the flat in Miami and the house in Nice, so it's only a matter of deciding which one I prefer. That done, I'll be out of your way."
"So this means you'll never, ever apologize, explain yourself for everything you did to me? Or to her? Are you serious?"
"Do not raise your voice, Regina-"
"You are unbelievable-!"
"I'll admit she has a way with the boy, Regina, but that's not enough. He needs a masculine role model. A strong hand to-"
"To hit me when I'm not submissive? A deep voice to shout out orders around the house? A dick so he can fuck other women because he's a man and that's what men do?"
"Regina, you had one poor bastard for a boyfriend! It doesn't mean they're all the same-"
"I love her," the brunette spat. "I love her since I was sixteen! Henry loves her! That should suffice to you!"
"Very well," Cora nodded. "The mansion is yours, so you can hold… lesbian orgies as you please-"
Regina burst out laughing before she could stop herself.
"I don't know what's so funny, Regina, but you definitively should consider etiquette classes again-"
As tears from laughter blurred her sight, she could see a tiny smile crisping her mother's lips. They had never had fun together, not as far as Regina could recall, but it seemed like one minuscule, shy first step in that direction.
They were always too late.
XXX
They had been in silence for about fifteen minutes now.
Killian was playing with a coin on the table, while Dorothy uncomfortably nursed a cup of coffee as she tried to put up with the annoying metallic ringing.
"So."
He looked up, squeezing his lips into what he assumed would look like a smile.
"Ruby said you fixed the car."
"Aye."
She sighed, looking back to the kitchen door of the diner, probably hoping Ruby would just get back with their food and sit with them.
"So, how long have you been in love with her?"
That snapped him out of his coin-trance. He blinked his bright blue eyes at the blunt question.
"I'm… I'm not…"
"C'mon, Jones," she shook her head. "You look at her the way I look at her, but… with less ogling and more… longing."
He lowered his head for a minute, and then he faced Dorothy.
"She doesn't know. And she doesn't have to know. It's been like this our whole life. Just… Now it's the first time I see Ruby happy. I'm not messing with her happiness, Serge."
"I just… You're one of her best friends, the only one who is not head over heels for someone else. She goes to you when she needs a friend. And I need you to like me a little. I need you to be her friend when we have a fight and she needs to tell someone what an idiot I am. But-"
"I'm not using my friend position to steal Ruby from you, Serge. I kinda like you. It's not your fault she doesn't… you know. I spent our last year of school inviting her to prom and she only accepted when I said I'd go dressed like a girl," he chuckled slightly with the memory. "You see, I was never her type. You've got nothing to worry about."
Dorothy smiled, and it was the first time he saw her looking something other than the tough firefighter – she was just another girl fighting for someone she loved.
"A pirate with morals," she nodded, sipping her coffee a lot more at ease now. "Who would've thought?"
"That's because I still have two fingers left," Killian said, wiggling his thumb and middle finger. "Wait until I lose the rest and replace the whole hand with a metal hook-"
"Do not encourage him with the metal hook thing!" Ruby said, plopping down next to her girlfriend.
Killian winked at Dorothy and then turned to Ruby. "I was just using the hook to intimidate her, in case she's an ass to you."
"Awn," Ruby reached out and ruffled his jet black hair. "Cute, but cut the crap. I'll kick her ass if she does that."
"That's my girl."
Ruby chuckled, and reached out for her fries as she pulled Dorothy's arm around her shoulders. She didn't get to see the five-second flash of sadness in his eyes. Dorothy did. She saw the way it hurt him to say my girl when she wasn't his girl.
Then he was smiling again, stealing fries from Ruby's plate, and making her laugh like he always did. The tall brunette turned to the Sergeant, and there was this new light in her eyes, something Dorothy had always observed in her whenever the Sheriff barged in any room.
Emma Swan wasn't around, and she was glad that sparkle was finally, finally for her.
XXX
"So… tell me again what you're doing here on your day off?"
Emma glared at David. "I already told you. I'm bored."
He smirked. "Missing the Queen?"
"Shut up, Nolan."
"You could run errands for me, then. Mary wants a strangely large amount of vitamin C pills and ice cream. And a jar of pickles."
"Dude, she was always the weirdest of us!" Emma hissed, laughing. "Take a pregnancy test, too."
She frowned when David stopped smiling.
"David, I'm just kidding-"
"You think she's-? Man-" and he was grinning stupidly, adding items to his wife's short list. "We're trying, but I didn't know- Oh, crap."
Both turned to look at his pager when it beeped.
THS FIREHO
"Fire," David whispered. "Town Hall-"
Emma felt like suddenly she was deprived of oxygen.
She mumbled one single word before running to her car.
No.
XXX
"Oh, shoot," Dorothy grumbled when her pager went off. "I gotta go-"
"What's up?" Ruby asked when her girlfriend stood up abruptly from the table.
"We got a call from the Mayor's office-"
Dorothy was rushing to the fire department, which was just around the corner. Sirens blared, and Ruby hurried outside with Killian.
"Should we go?"
"Your girlfriend can do her job without us, love-"
"I know she can, but who's gonna stop Emma from getting inside a building in flames? Regina's in that office!"
"Crap," Killian grunted. "Let's go-"
XXX
"Mary?"
The teacher turned her attention away from her class for a second, and she didn't like the look on Miss Blue's face.
"I'll be back in a second," she told her students with a reassuring smile, and calmly walked out of her classroom. "What happened, Astrid?" she asked in a frightened whisper, closing the door behind her.
"David called. There's a fire in Town Hall, and he's there to wait for the fire fighters. He just wanted you to know in case you needed him. And maybe we should alert Henry? It was Regina who made the call. She's trapped in there."
"Oh dear-"
XXX
"Katherine, try again!" Regina groaned in frustration.
"It's not working!" the blonde snapped desperately. "The door's stuck, and the windows are stuck-"
"Madam Mayor, are you there?"
Regina breathed as she returned to the phone with the emergency attendant. "Yes."
"It appears that the Town Hall has a centralized security system. The short circuit that caused the fire possibly affected it, activating the lockdown function. Please, stay calm. I need the three of you to lie down and cover your face with a wet piece of cloth. Can you do that, Madam Mayor?"
"I need to get out of here!" she yelled, pointing a cabinet for Katherine as she observed the panic-stricken expression on her mother's face. The blonde looked confused at her, waiting for further instructions.
"Madam Mayor, please stay calm. Help's on the way. Just lie down and breathe. We're coming for you-"
Regina could not believe this was happening today. She felt even more scared when she thought about Henry and Emma. She dropped the phone after putting it on speaker, and then she moved past her secretary, grabbing the washcloths from the adjacent bathroom.
"Soak them on the sink," she ordered Katherine. "Take one and give me the others. Lie still and cover your face with it, go! Mother?" she kneeled down in front of Cora, who was immobilized on her chair. "Mother, I need you to get down-"
"I'm so sorry…" Cora whispered, turning to her daughter with red eyes. Regina never saw her cry before, and that was almost as frightening as the fire. "I'm so sorry…"
"Mother, you can apologize later. We're not doing this right now. Now, get down and take this," she gave her the wet towel. "Cover your face and calm down. They're on their way-"
She kicked her high heeled shoes across the carpet and rested against her desk, using the last wet towel to cover her nose and mouth. The smoke was crawling inside through the gaps of the double doors, and she knew in her gut that in a matter of minutes they would suffocate.
She unbuttoned Emma's shirt and took it off, making a ball with it. She inhaled the blonde's scent one last time before…
It was so powerful, so remarkable, that Regina could almost feel Emma with her, hear her voice…
But then she realized she wasn't the only one hearing her voice.
"It's the Sheriff!" Katherine exclaimed between tears. "Emma's here! We're safe!"
"She's not a fire fighter," Cora said quietly, listening intently to the distant but persistent yells coming from outside.
"No. She's an idiot," Regina snarled, feeling her heart ache as she dragged her feet towards the double doors. She leaned against it and retreated, feeling the unbearable heat emanating from the wooden surface. She heard her name. She heard her name over and over as Emma's voice became hoarse but irrefutably closer…
XXX
Her shoulder would probably hurt when the day was over, but right now she wasn't feeling anything. She couldn't feel anything, and she knew she would only go back to feeling when she grabbed Regina's hand and took her out of the fire.
To hell and back.
The first door had been easy. The wood was old and the hinges were not so resistant anymore.
She remembered David shouting behind her, and she remembered yelling back at him, if Mary's pregnant, you'd better stay the fuck alive and wait for the fire squad!
Smoke greeted her in the entrance hall, and she crawled her way towards Katherine's desk. Her eyes were burning, and her throat was burning, but she had to get them…
To hell and back, she had promised.
"REGINA!"
She removed her shirt and used the crumpled fabric to protect her mouth and nose. The fire was advancing towards the office door, cackling and destroying things on its way, and wooden beams were falling off the ceiling, turning into ash as they collapsed against the marble floor.
Emma used the desk to prop herself up. "REGINA! REGINA! I'M HERE! DON'T CLOSE YOUR DAMN EYES, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? DON'T-" Emma panted, reaching out for the scalding door. "-close your eyes," she hissed, using her other shoulder to invest against the obstacle.
Now it burned. It burned like hell, but she had to take one good impulse and break through it. It was the only way to keep as little contact as possible with the burning surface and get Regina out fast.
Emma dragged her feet backwards, aimed for the door with difficulty because her eyes were watering. She ran, and the impact made her yell in pain. She was thrown backwards on the hard floor, and the fucking door was still there.
Her shoulder was reddening and aching and throbbing. She stood up once again.
Regina.
She had to save Regina.
The second impact was as good as the first. Her skin was inflamed, and her lungs were giving in. She was inhaling a lot of smoke with the effort to knock the door down.
She didn't need to be very bright to realize she would die if she didn't stop.
So she decided she wouldn't die, because if she died…
She had promised.
To hell.
And back.
Gathering all the strength she had in her, Emma pictured her life after the fire.
Regina and Henry were there, smiling, waiting for her.
She had to survive for them. Growling, she retreated and sprinted, like an angry animal. She smacked her body with all her might, angrily, and the doors bust open. Emma fell on top of the burning wood and quickly rolled to her side, feeling the carpet painfully graze her burned flesh.
"You're crazy!" Regina said angrily, removing the crumbled shirt from her face as she hurried, kneeling down next to the blonde. She was sobbing. "You're an idiot, Emma Swan!"
Emma grinned idiotically from the floor. "You're on your bra?"
"Oh, God, Emma, this is really not the time-"
Emma cringed as she tried to sit up. The pain in her lung was sharp, and it felt like a knife stabbing the muscle between her ribs, but she could handle it now that she knew Regina was alive. "Okay, let's get you out…" she held her hand strongly. "There's fire all over the front hall, so we better-"
"You're hurt," Regina said quietly, watching her green eyes, unable to let go off her hand. "Emma, you're hurt."
"I'm fine, let's go…"
"You don't look fine," Cora said, and Emma looked startled at her. The older woman was sitting on the floor, against the desk; Emma didn't even see her there.
"I am okay."
The blonde didn't want to say that Cora looked like she was suffocating, so she offered her other hand to her. "Come on, we don't have much time-"
Core accepted her help, astonished with that woman. Emma turned to Regina.
"Take her out first, please," the brunette asked quietly.
Emma swallowed hard with the thought of leaving Regina behind.
"I'm coming back for you," she said firmly, staring at Regina and then nodding at Katherine.
"I know you will," Regina offered a reassuring smile that was costing every fiber of her body to sustain. She wanted to scream.
"Try to breathe as much as you can on the wet cloth, and stay down!"
Regina felt her throat burn as she watched Emma lead her mother out in the middle of the fire, so gently that it was hard to believe that she hated Cora. They disappeared among the flames after a moment, and then Regina noticed that her throat was burning because she was crying.
Katherine crawled towards her and held her hand as they both laid on the carpet.
"She really loves you, doesn't she?" the blonde asked quietly.
Regina nodded and let out a desperate sob, because she had nothing else to say as she waited.
XXX
Emma took a sharp intake of breath as she got out with Cora and oxygen was available again. She saw the blue and red lights and followed them, guiding the older woman to an ambulance. She heard familiar voices and protests, and she was pretty sure she shoved Sergeant Gale to the side as she stumbled to get in again. Someone gave her an oxygen cylinder and a mask, which she carried inside without looking back.
"Are you fucking insane, Swan?" Dorothy scolded her as they ran in the middle of fire and debris. She looked up and groaned. "The ceiling… Look at the ceiling…"
Emma followed her eyes upwards. The structure was cracked. It was going to tumble down at any moment.
"I suggest you run faster, then, Gale."
They jumped over the front desk to avoid the huge flames and entered the office. Dorothy offered a mask to Katherine and then promptly led her outside. Emma lifted Regina and put her on a mask too, but a second after the other pair left, the ceiling crashed and blocked the door completely.
Shards of wood flew inside, and Regina was pretty sure she saw something huge sticking out of Emma's thigh. The blonde squeezed her lips and roared in pain as quietly as she could. She felt sweat running down her entire body, and she couldn't hear much more than echoes of voices, but she could see Regina as clear as daylight.
"Stand back," she gasped, pulling the brunette against a wall. She had no idea how she did that, injured and with probably just one lung functioning, but she picked a chair and smashed it against the window.
Shattered glass flew out and a gush of fresh air came in.
She grabbed Regina and pulled her up the piece of furniture so she could climb out.
"Hurry up," Emma gasped. "The oxygen… It'll feed the fire…"
They got up the wooden chest where Henry Mills kept liquor. Emma took her shirt from Regina and envelope her hand on it like a glove. She punched the shards of glass that remained on the edges, and when the frame was free of the sharp prongs, she looked at the brunette.
"Go."
"Emma-"
"The fire is coming towards us. You have to go, Regina-"
"You-"
"I'm right after you," she kissed her - a kiss that tasted like charcoal - and smiled down at her. "See you on the other side, Mills…"
XXX
Regina felt hands pulling her out of the building. Several hands, and as she reached out, she didn't recognize Emma's. She barely hit the ground and they were taking her to an ambulance.
"Emma… where's Emma?" she asked the firefighters who stood around her.
"They're getting her out, Madam Mayor-" the nearest paramedic answered, checking Regina's vital signs.
"I'm fine!" she shoved him away, clasping the blanket they gave her around her shoulders. She walked among the crowd, trying to find the blonde. "EMMA?"
She ran into her mother and Katherine along the way. They were a little shocked, but fine other than that.
"Where's-?" Cora asked quietly, holding her daughter's hand. Regina felt hot tears tickling the corner of her eyes with the gesture, but she had to let go when she saw the Sheriff being lifted into a gurney.
Three paramedics were rushing past the crowd with her, and as Regina tried to follow, she dropped the blanket. She was the Mayor, and she was running after Emma Swan on jeans and a black bra.
They were about to close the ambulance doors, when she jumped inside.
"Emma? Emma?" she cried.
"-I leave all my clothes to Regina Mills," Emma whispered to the nearest paramedic. "And the GTI is for… Henry… When he's sixteen…"
"EMMA! YOU DON'T GET TO DIE ON ME NOW, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? WAKE UP, YOU IDIOT-!"
"She's coding-!"
"Emma, you can't abandon ship now, you… EMMA!" she sobbed.
"Clear!"
"Madam," the youngest paramedic held her by the arms and gently pushed her out of the vehicle. "She's having a cardiac arrest and we need to take her to the hospital."
Regina was in the middle of the street, yelling profanities at Emma and the disappearing ambulance when Ruby, Mary Margaret and Killian pulled her back to the curb. Someone put the blanket around her shoulders again, and when she realized it, she was crying on Ruby Lucas' shoulder.
"Mills, listen to me," Ruby said, her eyes slightly red from crying but fierce nonetheless. "Let's take her car to the hospital, okay? We'll be right after her. She needs her documents and stuff, and she needs you there. Okay?"
"Okay," Regina nodded, and both women hurried to the yellow bug.
Ruby took the driver seat and pulled down the sun visor to get the keys, when a few other things fell on her lap. Regina nearly had a meltdown when she recognized the Polaroid.
It was the picture she sent to Emma on the last letter she wrote. She was ten years younger and Henry was a baby in that picture. Ruby gave it to Regina.
"She's head over heels for you guys," she said with a smile, and then frowned when she spotted what looked like a battered piece of plastic between her legs. "What's this-?"
Regina reached out for it and recognized the heart and the R she scribbled on Emma's cast when she broke her arm. She had kept that piece of her cast, the piece with Regina's heart.
"Turn this thing on and drive, Ruby!" she snarled, a mix of emotions swirling inside her chest.
If Emma died…
She was going to kill her.
Um… are you guys mad at me? *wink wink* Feel free to yell and throw profanities my way, but be aware that I'll post next chapter in a few hours, so…
