Hahaha I like how I start this story BEFORE Christmas...then leave it alone for Christmas then start back up AFTER Christmas...anyway, sorry I have been away for well over a month (I think?) I had some personal issues to deal with, and still dealing with but I'm back I guess...back on my writing grind, I had to reevaluate what I wanted to do with this story because I honestly forgot what the hell I wanted to do with this...so I took to pen and paper again and wrote it down, and I'll let you know at the end. Enjoy and hope you all had a wonderful X-Mas.
SQ :: SWAN QUEEN :: SQ
SQ :: SWAN QUEEN :: SQ
CEO E. Swans office, Wall Street New York...[Wednesday,January 21st...10:21 am]
Emma has been on the phone all morning and her ear was redder than a tomato, and it didn't help that everyone she had been talking to was a pig-headed male that thought they knew every damn thing and tried to counter everything she said. What was the point of calling Emma for advice if the plan was to try and undermine everything she said. Her way was much more simpler and faster—but the blonde executive figured that guy was just having a bad day. Which was why she hung up in his face with no regrets.
Emma had barely escaped into her secret office hideaway when her cell phone rang. She swore in her head as she flicked on the light to the small room that had a leather chair with a matching ottoman, a plasma TV sitting directly in front of it, a bathroom with a small shower stall, and a mini bar. Emma kicked off her high heels and tossed her phone into the chair making her way to the bar and fixing herself a drink. She didn't care if it was 9 am or 7 pm...working on Wall Street, a drink was needed every two to three hours for her.
Turning on the TV to Spongebob Squarepants with the stock numbers sitting on the side of the screen, and headline news scrolling across the bottom of the screen. Her personal phone began to ring again and Emma decided to answer while kicking her feet up on the ottoman, "Hello?"
"Santa! Whew! Glad you picked up, we have a problem here at the station!" Leroy's gruff voice sounded panicked and relieved at the same time.
Emma rolled her eyes, there was always a problem at the station. "What is it Leroy?"
"The shield generator blew out last night!"
Emma nearly knocked over her drink because she sat up so fast, "What?! How? Leroy why didn't anyone call me last night?"
"Granny told us not to just in case it just needed more juice but we haven't heard from Granny since she took one of the sleighs out to check on it."
This was a big problem, Emma could admit. The station, or the North Pole as some know it best, wasn't just a work shop where toys are created and barn to house elves and reindeer with a cute little red gingerbread looking house half a mile away and that was it for Santa. Oh no. Emma has been around far longer than that, and the North Pole wasn't called a station for nothing. It was quite literally a small hidden city full of magic, joy and if they managed to get the jump on Santa or her station, who knew what could happen—"And I'm sending your sleigh out tonight for pick up..."
Emma shook herself out of her thoughts and took a deep breath, "Leroy, calm down. Give Granny two more hours, and if she still doesn't come back...summon me."
"S-summon you? But you're out there with the humans, what if you're-"
"Don't worry, I'll be alone for the few hours. Until then, shut the station down and keep an eye out." Emma ended the call and stepped out of her hidden room, only to find that she had guests in her office...and she wasn't wearing shoes and she was drinking alcohol.
"Ahem, Madam Mayor...what a...surprise?"
"Clearly." Regina checked Emma up and down before she sat down, and Belle simply walked out of Emma's office with a small smirk—Ruby however stayed behind and was staring hard at Emma. It didn't take a genius to know that the tall brunette heard the phone call and Emma was a little glad the Mayor was there because she didn't want Ruby to hound her about the station's generator and Granny. Emma understood the magnitude of the situation going on down there but panicking and jumping head first into a situation was never safe... Emma decided she would panic if Leroy summoned her.
Emma gave Ruby a look that promised they could talk later, the wolf nodded and went into Emma's not so secret room anymore and closed the door. "So Mayor Mills, what's up?"
"'What's up' is my sons birthday coming up this weekend."
"Dude is turning 5 already? That's awesome, but what does that have to do with me?"
"Well," Regina shifted in her chair nervously fidgeting with her hands, "Henry isn't one for big birthday parties...usually I just cook his favorite meal and we would watch movies all night, or I'd try to play video games with him."
Emma nodded, not exactly sure where this was going. "I hear a but in there somewhere?"
"Yes well, he wants to invite you for whatever reason—no offense."
Emma laughed lightly, "Sure...but why does he want me there? Kid hardly knows me."
Regina shrugged, which was very much unlike her—and Emma liked it. She liked seeing Regina do un-Regina like things, it was refreshing. "I'm sure you and I both know the real answer to that, but for the sake of my own sanity—I'm just going to assume he wants to show you his toy collection. Here...he made this for you as well and made me promise to deliver it to you personally."
Emma took the hand made invitation with a grand smile, feeling her heart swell even more with adoration for this kid. "Yeah I hear the Mayor doesn't do anything but tell people what to do anyway...might as well run errands for her kid."
Regina simply raised her eyebrow and when Emma's chuckle died away—Regina cracked a small smile. "Do you think you will be able to make it? Don't feel obligated to say—"
"Yeah, sure I'll be there. Saturday, noon sharp. Bring a shit load of gifts for a 5 year old. Check!"
"Firstly Ms. Swan, you will not use that sort of language around my son and secondly one gift will be enough for him. He's received plenty this Christmas and gets enough through out the year."
Emma shrugged, "Whatever you say Mayor Mills...you guys have a backyard right?"
"Yes..why?" Regina was confused, suspicious and worried all at once.
Emma smiled to herself, she already had the perfect gift for Henry and she couldn't wait to see his face when he saw it—but his mother on the other hand, she might kick Emma's ass but it would be well worth it. "Oh nothing just trying to figure out what I could get him...nothing to worry about Regina."
Regina thought about correcting Emma but she stopped short—she had just invited this woman to her sons birthday party, something that has only just been a day for him and her...first name basis is now a given and the fact that Regina wasn't even remotely upset that Henry wanted Emma over covered that fact as well—she saved his orphanage and put herself under a mild media fire to help Regina's campaign. First name basis in private was a well earned feat.
The only thing that bothered Regina was the fact that Henry still believed this woman was Santa Claus.
"I see." Regina didn't believe Emma for one second but now wasn't the time to pick the beautiful executives brain about it. Beautiful? When the hell did she start using beautiful in the same sentence with Emma Swan? Regina would be the first to admit that the young (or older? No one knows) woman was very attractive for her age, whatever that might be, but this was a first for the Mayor—and she wasn't so sure she liked it. "Ahem, anyway Ms. Swan. Since I'm here, do you have those financial reports ready? Perhaps we can get it done today rather than tomorrow?"
If Emma was startled with the Mayor's sudden businesslike persona clicking back on, she hid it well. The brunette had been giving her a strange look just a few seconds ago before she snapped out of it, "Uh...kinda...I guess I don't know..."
"What the hell kind of answer is that? Either you do or you don't, which is it?" Regina snapped impatiently, she wanted to get the hell out of Emma's office so she could breathe.
Emma shrugged flippantly, "Hey, I have them up here..." Emma tapped her temple, "But I haven't put anything on paper."
Regina sighed, not all that surprised that Emma liked to do things at the last minute. "As long as they are prepared correctly tomorrow for our meeting, Ms. Swan."
"Duh...I mean s-sure." Emma quickly amended when Regina sent her a withering glare as she stood and collected her purse and coat.
Emma stood as well, and walked the Mayor to her office door but before she could open it Regina's soft hand rested over her own on the door knob. Emma looked down at the slightly shorter woman curiously, trying not to notice how far into each others personal space they were but they were so close Emma could see Regina's prominent lip scar and Regina could make out a pale jagged scar coming over Emma's neck from her back.
"Out of curiosity Ms. Swan, how old are you?"
Emma swallowed, and forced a smile on her face. "Why do you ask?"
Regina's eyebrows furrowed and she had yet to remove her hand from on top of Emma's, "You seem so young but yet—"
"I featured in Forbes four times? I'm just awesome like that, thank you." Emma grinned and shrugged, seemingly shy. "But if I tell you, promise to keep it yourself?"
Regina nodded, hand tightening over Emma's. "Yes of course."
"I'm—"
Ruby came charging into the room, "Emma, Leroy called... Granny and everything else is okay."
Regina was annoyed that Ruby chose that particular moment to remind them that they weren't alone in the office to tell Emma about who the hell knows what, and she couldn't help but notice how relaxed Emma became a few inches from her.
"That's...that's good...great actually." Emma's smile was so radiant and relieved Regina felt like she could have been blinded by it if possible, "Um...anyway, I guess I'll see you tomorrow evening Regina. Okay?"
"Yes Ms. Swan. Same time and place?"
"Always."
Emma turned the door knob beneath their hands and gently opened the door, carefully not to knock Regina over with the heavy wood door. The Mayor officially hated that brunette that followed Emma around like a puppy, and that smirk she saw as she walked out the door angered Regina and she could feel her alter ego waking up but she reeled it in the best she could—for now. Head held high, Regina walked out of the Arendelle building feeling good. She just knew Henry would be ecstatic when he found out Emma said yes. And if she were being completely honest...she was happy she said yes as well.
SQ :: SWAN QUEEN :: SQ
SQ :: SWAN QUEEN :: SQ
First, how old do you guys think Emma is? Lol, I already know I'm just curious...
Second, I was going for a hallmark story here but seriously...have you guys read my works or read any of my A/N's...I couldn't do hallmark stories if I tried, I'd rather be a stripper named Cinnamon. Anyway, I decided to go dramatic and adorable...so something terrible will happen but to who and how, you'll have to find out. But just know Santa will have a bigger role than she does now.
More updates later this week, this is just the first one I happened to finish lol.
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