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Chapter 2

Regina was staring out her office window down at the street below. It had been 2 weeks since Emma had arrived in Storybrooke, she couldn't help wonder if she was really the reason that the clock tower started up again. This girl couldn't be the one who would break the curse, for one she wasn't old enough. Regina turned back around to Mr. Gold, who had requested an audience with her. As it turned out the little imp made it so that he would retain all of his memories after the curse was cast. "So what you're telling me is that the only way to stop this is to get rid of Emma?"

"Yes dearie, that is precisely what I'm telling you. Kill the girl and the curse stays in place." He says in his 'I know everything' voice that Regina loathed. "Or you could keep her alive and until she believes in the curse and has true loves kiss, the curse won't be damaged, but the only down side is that we all are starting to age."

"We'll give it 3 months." Regina says taking a long pause so that she could judge Golds reaction. "And if it's really something we need to worry about then we will kill her."

Gold looks at her skeptically. "There is no we dearie, this one is all on you. You're the one who brought her here and you're the one who will have to clean up this mess."

She glares at him. "Fine, I will in 3 months."

"The sooner the better, besides in 3 months you will be so attached you won't be able to do what is necessary."

"Do you even remember what I had to do to get this stupid curse to work right?" She asks with so much venom in every word it could kill a giant 10 times over.

"Of course I do," He bows his head. "I have the up most faith that you will do what you can."

Emma liked being able to walk back to the house on her own, it made her feel a bit more grown up. The walk usually took about 20 minutes, so it gave her a chance to think. She had been here 2 weeks and it was going really well, in her opinion. She liked that Regina, that's what Ms. Mills told her to call her, didn't treat her like a little kid like most the other places did. Regina was also really nice and told her that tonight Emma would be able to help cook dinner, Emma thought that this was awesome because of the fact the only thing Emma knew how to cook was Ramen and PB&J's. Although Emma would never let Regina know that she was warming up to her. Emma didn't want to get her hopes up that this place was going to be different. She kept her attitude firmly in place, it was her shield, if she didn't let people get close then she wouldn't be hurt.

As Emma came up the drive, she noticed that Regina wasn't home yet. She had never been here by herself before and immediately her mind went to how much trouble she could get into before Regina got here. 'NO!' She scolded herself. 'This is a good place; the best place you've ever been. Don't mess it up by doing something you will regret later.'

Emma unlocked the door with the key Regina had given her and went inside. She went up to her room so that she could get her homework done before dinner. She glanced at the grandfather clock on her way to the stairs, 4:27 is what it read. She had plenty of time to get her homework done. Regina usually didn't start dinner until 5:30 or 6:00 o'clock. And dinner always was at 7:00. Emma liked having a set schedule of when to do things, sometimes she thought that it was so annoying when people didn't care about the important things, like food, she really liked food.

At that her stomach made itself known by giving a loud rumble. You know her work could wait, she remembers that Regina had just picked some delicious looking apples today, Regina wouldn't miss one. She had abandon her backpack on the stairs and headed for the kitchen. She picked an apple out of the dish washed it off and decided that she really wanted some hot chocolate. After one bite of the apple she set out to search for the hot cocoa mix, Regina had to have some. After ransacking every single cabinet and pantry, she couldn't find a single packet of hot chocolate mix. Angry that there was none of her favorite dink in the house she grabbed her apple and went upstairs in a huff.

Regina was running late. Her unscheduled meeting with Gold had put her behind in the things that she really had to get done. She felt really bad that she wasn't home in time to meet Emma, which meant she had been at the house by herself for going on 35 minutes. She hoped that Emma wasn't to upset.

Just then the words of Rumpelstiltskin came across her mind. 'Kill the girl and the curse stays in place.'. Regina shook her head. No she wasn't going to kill her yet. She would have to make it look like an accident, just as she explained it to Gold. Emma's social worker would become very suspicious if Emma wound up dead. She round the corner and her house came in to view. After parking in her normal spot in the driveway she headed inside, she just remembered that she had told Emma that she would be able to help her cook dinner.

She opened the door and went to the kitchen to start getting thing together, she was already running late and still had to make the pasta for the lasagna. The moment she saw the kitchen she had the overwhelming since of anger mixed with annoyance. Most of the contents of the pantry and cabinets was on the floor. This means that she would have to clean this mess up before she could even start making dinner, there goes the lasagna idea.

After 37 minutes of cleaning and reorganizing, the mess was finally gone. What on earth was that girl thinking dragging everything out like that. Regina made her way to the stairs and headed up to Emma's room. She knocked on the door, but didn't wait for an answer before entering. "What was with the mess in the kitchen?" She asked walking into the room.

"I was looking for something." Emma replied in an almost bored tone.

"What on earth were you looking for?"

"It doesn't matter, and besides you didn't have what I was looking for." Emma turns back to the notebook she was writing in that Regina hadn't even noticed, she wondered if it was school related.

"Well next time you make a mess please clean it up." Regina gave a slight sigh. "What was it you were looking for, maybe we could run to the store to pick it up."

"It's not important, are you ready to cook?"

Regina looked at the clock on Emma's bedside table, it read 5:32. "Yes, let's go down to the kitchen." With that Regina turns around and heads down stairs. She was going to try hard not to be angry with the young girl, her social worker had explained that Emma had a hard time adjusting to new places and because of that Emma would often get herself in to so much trouble she would be sent back into the system.

They made their way into the kitchen. Emma eyed the different ingredients, but there were no pasta noodles in sight. She thought that they were going to make lasagna and to make lasagna one kind of needed noodles. Unless they were going to make something else altogether. Yes, that must be it something else, maybe they were going to make…burgers, yes burgers would be good something simple.

"Okay," Regina said walking over to the counter. "Lasagna isn't that hard to ma-

"Wait," Emma cut in "if we're making lasagna then where are the noodles for the stupid thing?"

Regina stared at her for a second comprehending what the girl just said. "You will be making the noodles while I make the sauce."

"By hand?" Emma had a look of uncertainty plastered on her face.

"Yes by hand, you will be getting a bit messy, so here." She says handing Emma an apron.

Emma put on the apron, which was too big for her and walked over to the ingredients wondering what on earth she would need to make this food, but luckily Regina saw the look of pure confusion on her face and thought it would be best to help the poor kid out. "Grab the measuring cups and put the flour into the 1 cup."

Emma looked and found the metal cup and did what she was told. She then added 3 ½ more cups of flour in the huge bowl, 6 eggs, 1 teaspoon of salt and 6 tablespoons of room temperature water was then added. All the while Regina was cutting, chopping, and dicing away like it was nothing. Emma watched her closely as the knife seemed to be an extension of her arm the way she was moving it so fast. "How did you get so fast at that?"

Regina who had just scraped the last of her of her tomatoes into the sauce pan. "It took a lot of practice." She told her.

"Did your mom teach you how to cook?" Emma asked as she continued to mix up her ingredients, now becoming much more difficult.

Regina gave a silent snicker. "No my mother wasn't much good in the kitchen, that's why we had a cook. She was actually in the one who taught me."

Emma just nodded. "Is this done? It just keeps sticking to the spoon."

Regina glanced at the dough. "Yes, it's done. Now you need to take it out and knead it." She says as she sprinkles some flour down on the counter top.

Emma gave her a quizzical look. "What the heck does knead mean?"

Regina dumps the sticky contents of the bowl onto the flour and shows Emma 'what the heck' kneading is. Then returns back to her sauce. "You need to keep doing that until it can form a ball."

Emma just nods to focused on the task at hand to say anything. This whole cooking thing was harder then she thought, Emma thought it would be as easy as putting the boiling water up to the line in her Raman cups and waiting the 3 minutes for it to be ready to eat.

The food was finally finished by 7:45 and Emma was starving. It smelled so good she could hardly wait to taste the source of the deliciousness that was going up her nose. Regina had insisted on making a salad to go with their dinner, although Emma wasn't a salad person she found that it was quite good.

"So how do you like cooking?" Regina asked setting the hot dish on the table.

"It was kind of fun." Emma admitted.

Regina was glad that the entire time the two of them were in the kitchen Emma didn't once give her attitude. Maybe the girl was warming up to her, or maybe she was just too focused on what she was doing that she didn't even think about giving her an attitude. Either way Regina was hoping her 'no attitude' would last though dinner. "That's good."

"Can I help you cook tomorrow too?" Emma asked hoping that she knew what the answer would be.

"Yes, of course you can, although we might be eating leftovers tomorrow, but the next time we cook dinner you can help."

They ate the rest of their meal in random small talk like, how the weather was supposed to be good for the rest of the week, how Regina owned horses at the stable and how she promised to teach Emma to ride. Once finished with the food Emma helped clear the table and wash the dishes before heading off to shower and sleep.

Regina went to her study to work on some paper work that she had been putting off for far too long. As she sat there all she could think of was how that if Emma was really Snow and Charming's child, the looks on their faces when the curse broke and they discover that she had raised their child and that she was the one to teach Emma the things that she knew they would have wanted to teach her. She leaned back in her chair and laughed taking in the fact that if the curse were to be broken, she could live with that, if only to see their faces.

A/N Thank you again for reading. Please leave a review and tell me what you think. I am going to work on posting longer chapters soon. Thank you. ~WrongOragutan