Chapter nine

Emma dramatically ran into her new apartment and caught Mary Margaret's attention as she slammed the door.

"What happened?" she asked, putting down the flowers that she was smelling.

Emma looked at her curiously before explaining herself, "I screwed up."

"How?" she asked.

"I called the kid crazy and he ran away," she sighed, throwing herself on couch.

"Where is he?" she asked, shocked.

"Regina just texted me, she found him and took him home."

"Is she angry?" she asked, still looking rather shell shocked.

"I don't know," the blonde huffed, "she sent me home, but she invited me to breakfast tomorrow, so I'm confused," she pouted.

"You lost her son, she can't be happy."

Emma thought about, "she sounded more like something like it had happened before, she even knew where to find him."

"He has ran away before," Mary Margaret pointed out.

"Yeah, but she didn't know where to find him, why would she know now?" Emma frowned.

"I don't know, maybe she looked there first, why is everything a conspiracy to you?"

"I just feel like...I don't know, like some things have happened before and then other things are different it's really starting to mess with my mind."

Mary Margaret raised her eyebrow, "you know you sound insane, right?"

"This town is insane," Emma sighed as she sunk further into the couch.

"So are you going to breakfast then?"

Emma nodded before she realised something "who gave you flowers?"

"David," she smiled wistfully.

"David?" Emma asked.

"Oh right, they found out John Doe's name is David Nolan," she replied.

Emma grabbed the flowers and made to read the card, "how?" she asked before she got her answer. The card read 'thank you for your help from David and Kathryn Nolan.' "He's married?"

Mary Margaret cringed, "yeah."

"You know that you probably shouldn't have a crush on him then, right?"

Mary Margaret sighed, "its just a crush, it's not like I'm going to act on it. Besides I have a date with Doctor Whale tomorrow."

"Well let's hope your date goes well then."

"Lets hope yours does," she countered.

"Who said that it's a date?" Emma asked.

"Is Henry going?"

"No, we're going after he goes to school," the blonde frowned.

"Then it's obviously a date."

The colour drained from Emma's face, "but-"

"You've been out with her before," Mary Margaret laughed.

"That was different, we just met."

"It was yesterday," she shot back.

Emma thought about it and realised that she was right, "it's still different."

"Whatever you say," she chuckled before walking away to find a vase.

Regina opened her eyes and felt a weight on her arm, furrowing her brow she yawned and inspected the small shape next to her. She smiled realising that Henry had fallen asleep in her bed after she told him all about the Enchanted Forest, he just seemed so much happier when she wasn't lying to him, she was beginning to wonder why she ever thought it was a good idea.

"Henry," she said softly.

He mumbled "five more minutes mommy."

Regina couldn't hold back her laughter, "you need to get ready for school."

He groaned again, "but your bed is so comfortable," this time trying to burrow further into the mattress.

Shaking her head at his antics, she grabbed him by his waist and lightly tried to pull him off the bed, but in retaliation he went limp making it much harder.

"Henry" she tried to scold, but it came out as a half laugh.

"I'll get up in a minute," he mumbled.

Regina raised her eyebrow, until a thought occurred to her, "I'll tickle you awake if I have to."

Henry flipped over and looked her straight in the eye "you wouldn't."

She laughed "you know I would."

Deciding to call her bluff he turned back around and grabbed the pillow. Shaking her head she lauched forward and proceeded to tickle his sides, and he began to laugh and try and get away.

"Stop" he laughed.

"What was that? Carry on," she asked, and then continued to tickle him until rolled out of the bed.

"Fine I'm up," he said in mock outrage.

"Well you know next time not to cross me," she challenged.

Henry pretended to ponder this, "I think I'll take my chances," he replied before throwing the pillow that he had secretly stolen at her head and running out of the room.

Regina caught the pillow and laughed harder than she could ever remember, before she set off to chase her ten-year-old son to get him back.

A/N Sorry this is so short, but I really wanted to at least update, thankfully last exam tomorrow, should be able to update more often :)