Chapter thirty-nine

Regina brought the tumbler to her lips, and allowed the scotch to burn down her throat.

She had finally had enough! She just wished that someone would tell her what was going on. The principal seemed so sure that Henry was her son, and if she was honest she was questioning why the saviour would name her son after her father, just a coincidence, she told herself.

"Are you okay, dear?" her mother asked, "you do know that it's lunch time."

Regina looked up at her mother with narrowed eyes, she could no longer deny the facts, and she was determined to find out what her mother had done to her, "I need it," she replied, as she refilled the tumbler.

Cora furrowed her brow and walked over to her daughter, Regina could almost believe that she cared, but she was beginning to question everything her mother did.

Cora took the tumbler out of her hands and placed it on the table, causing Regina to just fall onto the sofa petulantly, making Cora raise her eyebrow at her daughter.

"What is wrong?" she asked.

Regina rolled her eyes and sighed, "everything in this town makes no sense."

"I'm afraid that I have no idea to which you are referring, dear."

"I can tell you're lying," Regina slurred.

Her mother felt her frustration rise, she knew who was to blame for this, "you can't honestly be allowing the sheriff to influence you."

Regina remained silent for a few moments, and she considered just how ridiculous this all was, "yes, actually."

Cora clenched her jaw, she knew that there was no way that she could try and take out the saviour now without her daughter turning against her, so she decided to take a different tact.

"And why is that?"

Regina shook her head and frowned.

"Please believe me child. She is not on your side, you shouldn't trust her," she lied.

"She has done nothing to make me believe that she wants to hurt me," Regina said almost to herself.

"It's called manipulation Regina."

"Oh, I know," she laughed bitterly as she fell against the couch, "I am certainly no stranger to it."

Cora closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was about to reply before she heard soft even breathing. Turning she saw Regina had fallen asleep, clearly having drunk too much. She looked at a blanket draped on the back of the couch. She was about to just leave, but rolled her eyes and brought the blanket over her daughter, knowing it would probably help her case later.

Emma violently threw balls of paper into the bin. This time they each went in, now it didn't make her feel any better.

"That won't bring her memory back dearie," a chuckle came, and Emma just scowled at the pawn shop owner who had managed to sneak up on her.

"Well you haven't exactly been all that helpful," she sneered as a ball sailed across his face and into the bin.

The man raised his eyebrow at the petulant saviour, "I believe I gave you the potion."

"Because that has actually helped," she replied sardonically finally dropping her legs from the desk and standing to face him, "why are you here, Gold?"

"To offer an alternative," he answered as he held up a phial of blue liquid.

"And what is the difference?" Emma asked, some of her snark falling away.

"This doesn't have to be taken willingly," he paused for a moment and continued, "Belle found it in a older book, I thought you would be interested."

Emma reached for it, before instantly taking it back, "what's the catch."

"Shall we say you owe me one?" he smirked.

Emma considered this for a moment and decided that she would cross that bridge when she came to it.

"Thank you," she finally said.

Emma sat in a booth at the diner, hoping she had timed this right.

To her surprise the mayor had instantly agreed to coffee, but if she came late and it went cold she would have just wasted the potion.

Her worry melted away as the bell dinged and Regina walked in exactly on time. She smiled broadly at the approaching brunette.

Regina was determined to find out the truth and for some inexplicable reason, she trusted this woman. So she had eagerly accepted time with the puzzling blonde to discuss her potential memory issues.

Taking her seat, silence reigned over the pair until Emma said a small "hey."

Regina cocked her eyebrow which almost caused the blonde to leap across the table and kiss her, but she managed to control herself, instead slightly stuttering, "h-how are you?"

Regina considered the question for a moment, and answered honestly, "confused."

Emma swallowed hard and nodded, "why is that?"

"Everything seems to contradict my memories, a prospect that is rather unpleasant, let me assure you, Miss Swan."

The blonde actively tried not to smile, and pushed the coffee towards her. Regina picked it up without a second thought and brought it to her lips.

Emma watched expectantly as Regina's expression changed as the potion flowed down her throat, her eyes glazed over for a moment as memories began to return.

-"What the hell are you doing?" "Picking apples."

- "Sister, you have no idea what I am capable of."

-"I don't care what happens to you."

Regina blinked a few times, the colour draining from her face.

"Regina?" Emma asked with a furrowed brow.

She made to reach across and take her hand, but the older woman yanked it away and stood.

"What was that?" she breathed.

"It was a memory potion," Emma said quickly, hoping that this was all one big misunderstanding, "I was trying to make you remember your happy ending."

"It doesn't seem very happy to me," Regina sneered.

"What?" Emma squeaked.

"Did you honestly believe that I would allow you to distort my daughter's memories with your potion, I switched it with one that would show her the truth," Cora interjected from the counter, walking over to Regina she put her hand on her shoulder, and added in a whisper that the other brunette couldn't hear, "dearie."

Emma narrowed her eyes, "you tricked me," she shouted.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, you're just mad that I showed her the truth," Cora tutted as she patted her shell shocked daughter's shoulder.

She turned pulling Regina with her, who was clearly at a loss for words.

Emma stood shaking for a moment, before her anger exploded, "you bitch!" she shouted.

Opening her palm, a fire ball appeared and without a second thought she hurled it at the witch.

Regina turned and held up her palm, instantly Emma's fire ball dissipated.

Walking over to the blonde, she swallowed hard and said, "stay away from me, your replacement will be found as soon as possible."

She turned to join her mother at the door, not even looking back as her magic threw the blonde against the wall.

A/N I need to thank QueenApples, Just-another-voice-out-here and PerditusFic for their help with this chapter, I wasn't sure so I got a few opinions haha

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