Well here is the first full chapter. I am editing this as the prologue uploads. Sooo, I don't know what you think yet. I have up until part of the second chapter written so far. I really am enjoying writing it so I hope you like reading it. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own OUaT or Emma and Regina... even though I wish I did... then Swanqueen would be cannon. But I don't own any of them so... :,(

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-Chapter 1-

I didn't expect to die the way that I did. You see, I had been sitting in the front passenger seat of my friend Mary Margarets's car heading home from school. We were talking about the usual; you know people we liked, what parties we were going to, how school sucked the life out of us.

Uh... no pun intended, okay maybe a little. But hey, I'm dead I'm allowed to make jokes.

As I was saying, MM and I were on our way home, just doing what we had always done. Then right when we drove across an intersection, out of nowhere a speeding red van blindsided us, and our car flipped over three times. The only thing I remember from those last moments of consciousness was the intense, burning pain that was quickly spreading across my body. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Then the next thing I know, I'm opening my eyes and I'm dead, just standing in the middle of a hospital room not knowing what I should do.

Then some girl that I'd never seen before walked into the room. My family didn't even notice her at all. I thought that was because they were out of their minds with grief. But thing is she was looking right at me like she could see me when no one else did.

She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She also had chocolate brown eyes, dark brown hair falling to her shoulders, a small but strong figure, and an air about her that told me that she has power and knows how to use it in very painful ways. I couldn't tell if she could see me, but I sure hoped that she didn't.

That tiny bit of hope got smashed by a fifty-pound sledge hammer.

She slowly made her way toward me, not even giving my family a second glance. Then she suddenly stopped about three feet in front of me, gave me a small secretive smile then motioned for me to follow her, all without saying a word.

So, I did exactly that, I followed her.

I know that following some girl that I had never met before probably wasn't the smartest thing I'd ever done, but I didn't have any other options. Plus I was dead so it's not like my life was at risk or anything.

Still I couldn't help but wonder how she could see me, and what she could want from me.

She had turned right in the hall outside my room and walked down the corridor, not even stopping to look back and see if I was following behind her. It was as if she expected me to follow and if I didn't well my bad and my choice not hers. I don't like it when people think they can control me and tell me what to do.

"So," I thought bitterly, " maybe I should stop and let her leave, cause for all I know she may be able to hurt me even though I'm dead."

She paused, looked back, and yet again motioned for me to follow her, then continued down the hall to the exit. It was like she had heard my thoughts. I was beggining to be a little creeped out. But the creepieness factor was outmatched by my curiosoty. I just had to know what this girl wanted from me.

I caught up with her about a block away from the hospital. We stood in front of an old two story brick house. The place looked like no one had set foot in it for years, and seriously needed some repairs. The windows were either broken or so dirty that you could no longer see through them. It had a faded number painted next to the door. All I could make out was a partical 0 and a 3 or maybe it was an 8 .

The girl then proceeded to walk up the stairs, unlock the front door and go inside. I know that I must have been insane, because I followed her without even hesitating.

As expected the inside of the house was just as messed up as the outside. The photos that were hanging on the walls were all covered with a thick layer of dust. The furniture that was left behind, by whomever owned the house before, was quickly falling to peices. Even the walls seemed to be slowly coming apart, as if the building no longer had the stregnth to hold itself together.

" If this place is actually up to code, I want to know what places aren't," I thought incredulously, "The city should have torn this place down ages ago."

Anyway, the mystery girl was standing just inside the entry way, watching me like she was trying to judge if it was worth the effort to open her mouth and talk to me. I got the feeling that there was more, much more, to this girl than meets the eye. At that moment I became very determined to learn everything that I could from her no matter what it cost me. Which can't be much since I no longer owned any personal possestions, money, and I can't forget to mention the fact that- oh I don't know- I'm dead so there's no way it could cost my life. Right?

She opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it in a way that made me think that she was just as wary of me as I was of her. Right when I was about to ask her name, she started down the hall, turned left and walked down a flight of stairs.

I was beginning to think that I wasn't going to get any sort of explanation out of her, but I still went after her anyway, thinking that maybe, just maybe, when we get to where she's headed she'd say something to me.

The cramped narrow stairway led into a huge brightly lit basement, it was the complete opposite of the rest of the house. Flat screen televisions were hanging from the walls, there was a kitchen in the far right corner, a couple of beds to the right, and a cozy sitting area in front of the stairwell with just enough room to have three people walk in side by side.

She stopped at the edge of the kitchen then looked over her shoulder and asked politely, "Would you like something to drink? I could get you a coke, unless you would rather have water." She was standing with the fridge door open and getting two drinks out, not even waiting for a response.

"Who the hell are you?!" I blurted out without stopping to think.

I realize that I was probably being a jerk, but she was really freaking me out. I mean she offered me a drink and brought me to her home, without even knowing a single thing about me. She didn't say a word just set both of the sodas down and stood there leaning against the counter top.

Then when she finally decided to speak all she said was, "Lets just say I'm a friend, and from the scene back at the hospital I'm going to assume that you know you're dead," I nodded even though she hadn't phrased it as a question. She walked over and handed me my drink.

"Well, I'm here to help you to adjust to your new life, and to aid you in any way that I can."

"You're not going to tell me much more than that are you?" She shook her head no.

I couldn't help but sigh in frustration I wanted, no needed, to know something about this girl. "Will you at least tell me your name? I think that I should at least know that if you're really going to be my 'friend'," I said beginning to lose patience with her.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. My name's Regina and it's a pleasure to meet you. Although considering the circumstances you probably don't think of our meeting as pleasurable," she said in her quiet way, "and now that you know my name, what's your's?"

"Emma. And no I wouldn't exactly say that it's nice to meet you. You know since I just died and all. No offence to you of course. Sorry if I'm being rude," I sarcastically responded unable to restrain my anger and sorrow at my own death. She just nodded as if this happened alot, that my reaction was expected, and it probably was but it still pissed me off. How could she be so calm whan she's talking to a ghost, me to be specific. You'd think that Regina would at least be freaking out a little bit. She is definatly not a normal girl, that's for sure.

Regina turned and walked around to the creame colored couch that had its back facing the stairway and sat down. She then motioned for me to join her. I went and sat on the blood red couch to her right its back to the kitchen. There was a dark brown knee high coffee table in the middle of the sitting area, I was tempted to put my feet up on it, but decided against it because I don't live there and even though I can be a jerk sometimes, I still have some manners. The floor was hard wood so every time that I moved or shifted my feet you could hear a light tap tap tapping sound echo around the room breaking up the silence.

I glanced up from the floor and saw that she was leaning back into the couch with her coke in her left hand and a tv remote in the other, calmly flipping through the channels as if it was just another normal day. I marveled at how she could just slip into doing something so ordinary, when everything that had occured between the two of us earlier had been anything but.

Maybe Regina wasn't so bad after all, and since she was going to relax and enjoy herself, why not join her, cause being dead wasn't going to just go away; just disappear.

Who knows I may even end up becoming friends with her. What choice did I have anyway it's not like anyone else could see me.

So I guess I'm stuck with her.

Actually, it's more like she's stuck with me.

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Well, that's the first full chapter done. Still haven't checked if anyone read the prologue, or liked it at all. I'm actually afraid to check. But if you read this far then I guess you liked it. Please read and/or review if you want. Feedback would be nice. XD

Thanks for Reading this chapter! XD