Switch- part 2
A lot of people have asked for a oneshot of a sequel to "Switch" so here it is! I've done my best to include all specific elements people asked for. Warning contains heavy content involving sexual abuse of a minor.
Emma gasped and dived behind the bed as the door opened.
"Knock!" She cried out in frustration. Snow (still in Emma's body) rolled her eyes.
"Emma, seems a bit redundant knocking when you're in my body, does it not?" Emma had to admit that her mom had a point. She kept forgetting that they were in the other's body until she saw her mom at breakfast and nearly jumped out her skin. It wasn't a situation one easily got used to. They'd been like this for nearly a week now, but Regina was confident she'd be able to switch them back very soon.
"Well I guess." Emma mumbled back. "It's still weird having someone waltz in while you're getting dressed- even weirder if they're in your body. Did you have a nice shower?" Emma could tell because her hair was wrapped up in a towel. Snow nodded.
"I still don't know how you cope shaving downstairs. It's so darn itchy." Emma's face became heated with embarrassment at the subject. Not something she planned on bringing up with her mother. She just hoped her mom wasn't paying too much attention to that area. There were things Emma didn't want her to notice.
"You get used to it- it's more hygienic anyway. I'm sure you'll start doing it yourself now that I've started…"
"Excuse me?" Snow cut in. Emma bit her lip awkwardly.
"I keep forgetting I'm in your body." Emma defended herself. "I just got the shock of my life and thought my magic had gone all Harry Potter and grown my hair but not on my head and was for some reason much darker. I quickly hacked it all off and only after I caught myself in the mirror did I remember I was you. I was going to leave it as a nice surprise…"
"Emma." Snow sighed. "I hate being bare down there. I feel like a giant toddler. I was a bandit on the run, remember? There weren't any razors, I grew accustomed to the au-natural look, and it was certainly how your father liked things. I offered to go back to shaving but, particularly given his background, he said…"
"For the love of all that is good please do not finish that sentence." Emma pleaded. "Especially whilst using my voice."
"Sorry, sorry." Snow chuckled. "I forget how squeamish you are about intimate stuff." Quick to want a change in subject, Emma moved her fingers across the marks on her mother's side.
"You certainly earned your tiger stripes huh?" Emma commented. She was referring to the stretch marks Emma (correctly) guessed Snow got through both her pregnancies. Snow nodded and ran her finger along the ones on Emma's side. Emma hoped those were the only marks she had noticed.
"So did you I see. Yours are more faded because the last time you gave birth was over a dozen years ago. Neal brought back a few of your old ones as well as adding a few of his own. I'm sure they'll fade in time. There's still a few faint ones that are yours and yours alone."
"Sorry." Emma said automatically. Snow came over and tilted Emma's (technically her own) chin up so they were making eye contact.
"Don't ever be sorry for them. They are a reminder to me that you are both my babies. That you both started life from inside of me- that for nine wonderful months it was just us." Emma gave a faint smile. Snow knew she had to ask. "But those stretch marks aren't the only scars you have, are they Emma?" Snow asked sadly. Emma gulped and looked down again- so she had noticed. Snow once again made her look up. "At first I thought they were maybe just marks from a caesarean section- I didn't know the circumstances of Henry's birth- but then I realised they were too disjointed. I realised it was writing that I was looking at upside down. I realised that it said…slut. Emma who did that to you?" Snow asked. She knew her daughter would never do that to herself. She had to know what had happened. Emma shook her head, not sure she could go back there. Snow gently moved with Emma until they were sitting on the edge of the bed. "Please Emma." Snow begged. "Who did this to you?"
"It was a long time ago now." Emma croaked. "I was fifteen. It was an old Foster dad." Emma confirmed the worst for Snow. "He got what he wanted from me. He carved that onto me and told me that's what I was, that nobody would ever want me except him and I should be grateful he did. That was just the first time." Emma couldn't say anymore, and Snow didn't want her to. Snow suddenly flung her arms around Emma who sobbed into her mother's shoulder. As they did this something flowed between them and they found themselves back in their rightful bodies. Regina had fixed the spell.
"It's ok." Snow said, holding tightly to Emma. "You're alright now, my angel. What he said to you is so far from the truth. You aren't…that. And you are so very wanted. What he did to you was beyond forgiveness. I will always blame myself for putting you through that wardrobe…"
"Mom please don't…"
"Shh." Snow placed a finger against Emma's lips. "Emma, honey, no matter what you say I will always blame myself. And I will spend my entire life doing my best to make sure you know what lies it is. You are precious- Emma Swan. You are the most precious woman on this Earth and anybody who doesn't treat you as such answers to me, alright?" Emma nodded and leaned her head against her mother's chest. Snow wrapped her arms tightly around Emma in a small attempt to shield her from any future pain. This was her little girl, and nobody would dare hurt her again.