Ok guys so this is a Re-up (upload) of this story. I took it down to make some much needed corrections. It was my first fanfic for this fandom and I was too much of fan girl to concentrate on the writing lol. So I'm bringing it back to with fixes and start to update again. It kind of slipped under the radar since I started writing Story of a Caged Bird. Any who, hope you guys enjoy (for those who haven't read it already)

I don't own OUAT...but Lana…I would love to own her. *perv face*

Chapter 1. The beginning.

StoryBrooke Present Day

Emma rubbed her hands together nervously. A habit that's been around for far longer than she could even remember. She paced across the freshly waxed hardwood floor, for what seemed to be the millionth time. Anyone would be surprised as to why the floor hadn't either caved in or created a small ditch from the repetitive footsteps. Pale hands reached for the fourth tissue box she's opened since the last few minutes to wipe the oncoming sweat from her brow. Today was the day. It was finally here. The day that her life would change drastically. It had seemed to take forever to get to this point but now, after thinking, it had come much sooner than she thought. Deciding she needed some air, Emma walked out of her dressing room and into the hallway. So many people had shown up for this occasion. There were some faces that she recognized and some she wasn't so sure of. But that didn't really matter now. She admired attire of all the guests either way. Elegant yet comfortable, as one should for an occasion such as this.

A small stocky man appeared carrying two large vases holding a combination of red roses and lilies. Her favorite, the blonde thought to herself. She smiled at the flowers that gave her a brief sense of calm. Yes brief. Because behind the delivery man was another, slightly taller, holding a large red rose bouquet, sprinkled with baby's breath. The stems of the flowers were wrapped with white silk to keep them in place. Seeing the flowers and realizing what today truly meant, Emma quickly turned around to head back to her dressing room, where a bottle of half drunken tequila awaited. It calmed her nerves. At least that's what she told herself.

Her escape was short lived however, as she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. "It's extremely rude to leave your fiancé at the altar." David teased, a recent friend she's made over the past three years. In fact Emma has made quite a few friends since her move. David being one of the better ones after they found the common ground of love for alcohol; to say they had become good friends was an understatement. It was almost those two had met in another life. Thick as thieves.

Emma displayed a nervous smile, "I'm not going to run." The sandy brown haired man removed his hand from her shoulder, finding honesty in her words. "I would never leave Regina." A subconscious smile graced her features. Another habit formed over the past three years. Although this one went unnoticed for quite some time until others had started to point it out. Either way, it was habit welcomed.

The sound of her fiancé's -soon to be wife- name held weight in the biggest part of her heart. A vacancy that only Regina could fill. It seemed to always slip gingerly into her senses before taking over completely and putting her in one of the happiest states she had ever known.

But it wasn't always that way. Oh no. The brunette had made her go through hell before they even were on a first name basis. A challenge that was well worth her time and effort if Emma were to think about it now. She sighed contently at the thought of her having a wife. Let alone being married in general. It was once something she never would have seen for her future. Emma was more of the 'why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free' kind of girl. Never really settling to one for too long; not wanting to get attached. Just how did all this happen? In as little as three years even?

The duo walked back to her dressing room, both finding a seat on the horribly floral chair on either side of a wooden coffee table. David reached forward to the crystal canter of tequila and poured a small amount in the similar crystal glass. He offered one of the glasses to Emma who graciously accepted it and took a much needed sip. The sandy brown haired man took a moment to look over the woman in front of him. She was wearing a black pant suit that was tailored to fit nicely along her curves. The white button blouse hugged against her chest as the red narrow tie hung. Even in a suit Emma looked womanly and beautiful. David smiled as he took a sip of the burning liquid.

The blonde took another sip of her drink before placing it down onto the table. She leaned back against the chair, flipping some of her blonde tresses behind her, closing her eyes in relaxation. An eerie feeling washed over her, finding it harder to relax before her big moment. When her and the love of her life, Regina, would become one. The feeling suddenly became stronger, almost like being watched.

Finally she opened her eyes to meet blue orbs staring back at her. "What?"

David placed his drink down, "I just thought I would never see the day." He stated half in jest. It was true. In his time knowing her, Emma had always made it known the she was not a one woman lady. Her many escapades proving it time and time again.

The blonde rested her head back against the chair in a seeming dreamy state, "me either." She closed her eyes again, thinking back to how everything first started.

Three years ago…

"One!"

"Hiya!"

"Two!"

"Hiya!"

"One!"

"Hiya!"

"Two!"

"Hiya!"

Emma walked across the padded blue and red mats of her dojo. Her hands were on each side of her waist, settling her thumbs into the thick fabric of her black belt. On the right side of her belt read 'Master Emma Swan' written in gold. The other side had Korean characters followed by five horizontal lines ascending upwards. The white top of her uniform held the words 5th Dan on the left arm. Her black pants swayed as she walked confidently across the room. The students stood in a fighting stance punching forward every time they heard a number called. Number one meaning the front hand with number two being the opposite hand.

She paused dead center and took a look at all her students in front of her. It had been a long awaited dream to have a martial arts school of her own. Determination, time and patience were key roles in making this dream come true. Even teaching her something in the process; to actually find a place she liked and stay. To plant roots for the dream to go, upon realizing that was what she needed to do; her dojo Cobra Kai was born.

Green orbs continued to skim down the line of her students in rank order. White belts starting from the right increasing in rank towards the left stopping at a middle sized 11 year old boy proudly sporting a red belt. The school was still fairly new. It was only around for a year making her highest belt in there red. Despite not having a complete rank –from white to black- in students, the school still did exceptionally well gaining well over 100 students. The blonde removed her hands from her belt crossing them over her chest in an act of superior stature before speaking. "Jhoon-bi"

The students then changed their stances to facing full forward and placing their fisted hands low in front of them and keeping their eyes forward. She smiled briefly at the obedience of her students and then ended the class with a bow of mutual respect. As the kids made their way out the door, Emma motioned through her private entrance on the opposite side of the dojo that lead to her personal office. With a smile the blonde motioned over to her large comfortable leather chair and sat with her hands behind her head.

"Knock knock." A brunette with red streaked hair poked her head into the office.

"Hey Ruby, come in." She removed her hands from behind her head sitting up with interest; beckoning the brunette to come inside.

"I come baring coffee." She placed the cup on her desk then brought a brown paper bag from behind her back. "And a bear claw."

Emma's eyes lit up. Bear claws were her weakness. "Thanks Rubes," her hands automatically bee lined for the bear claw. Bypassing the coffee as if it were vial poison substance. Taking a rather large bite, she hummed happily as she chewed the pastry. It was just what she needed after teaching three classes in a row.

"Oh don't thank me," her undertone had a hint of sarcastic playfulness. "Thank Ashley."

Green eyes met brown as she swallowed, "Ashley? Seriously?" The bear claw was placed back down onto a napkin as Ruby propped herself halfway on to Emma's desk. All of these passes were starting to get scary. The two had slept together a couple weeks ago. Generously…one might say. What else would you call 12 moments of tainted passion between the sheets in less than two weeks? The intentions were clear –well at least Emma thought they were- casual sex. Nothing more nothing less.

The blonde could definitely remember telling the younger girl that she 'doesn't do' committed relationships. The other woman had simply nodded. This should have been a moment of confirmation laced with mutual agreement. Yes should have. Because in the end it wasn't. When Emma had finally gotten bored with her she ended the hollow relationship between them.

Although recent events would make it seem that the blonde had only ended it on her end. Ever since then Ashley had been trying her hardest to court the older woman back into bed with her. Sending flowers, notes, stuffed animals and now the most recent, a pastry. Having suddenly lost her appetite she pushed the bear claw to the side. What a waste really. It was her favorite up until this information came onto her. Perhaps she will forgive the pastry at a later time and rekindle their love.

Ruby noticed the change in energy then spoke up, "you seriously laid down the Emma Swan charm on this one."

An earned cocky grin sailed across her features. This wasn't the first time she had a woman cling to her after a couple breathless nights. Nor was this the first place she's been where her reputation preceded her. She had long moved around from place to place over the years. At least 8 different states, such as Chicago, California and New York. A city girl at heart. The fast paced world was meant for her. It stopped her from having to think about her life too much and what it's become. Of course things were ok now. Just ok. She established herself in Maine after a long tedious episode of growing up; thinking maybe a change of pace would be good. And it was…for the most part.

Her school was doing well but that was to be expected due to Emma's skill set and intermediate knowledge of the business world. To this day she would swear on her life that dating that business manager Stacey back in Chicago was one of her better…investments. But the biggest part, however, was the women here were a lot easier to bed. They almost didn't present any form of challenge. A bitter sweet discovery. Sometimes she wanted the challenge to brush up on her courting abilities. There was definitely something different about the woman in Maine.

She shrugged nonchalantly before responding, "Too much of a good thing is never good." Emma leaned back in her chair with an arrogant expression, then looked down at her pastry deciding to forgive it for its betrayal and took another bite.

Ruby then hopped off of her desk shaking her head softly, "I have to get back to work Casanova." A grin, "please keep your women in line." The red streaked girl then turned to leave.

"I can't make any promises," she stated as her hand reached for the cup of coffee, missing it completely and knocking over onto herself. The blonde jumped out of her chair as the steaming liquid spilled all over her –new- uniform. Green eyes scanned over the now half brown uniform, "really!?" It was rhetorical. The coffee cup was slammed into the garbage pail nearby as she grabbed a nose tissue in a failed attempt to dry herself.

At this point Ruby had halfway keeled over in death from laughing so hard. "Very smooth Swan." Her laughing continued until a wet brown tissue was thrown her way making her yelp in disgust. "Eww that's so gross."

"Then don't laugh at me." Emma continued to fail in her attempt of drying herself with facial tissues. Growing visibly irritated by the moment. "I just bought this damn uniform yesterday!"

The red streaked brunette stifled a few laughs then motioned over to the fuming blonde. "That's really not going to work. Why don't you just go change and wash it at home."

"Oh gee why didn't I think of that," sarcasm. She sighed, "I didn't have a chance to do laundry so I wore my uniform here. It's all I have."

Ruby's face beamed, "I have an idea come on."

...

Emma stood in the middle of a small laundry room wearing only a bra and a pair of fitted boxer shorts. She motioned to one of the unused wash machines and hoisted herself on top of it. "I didn't know Granny's had a laundry room."

Ruby was in the middle of putting her now clean clothes into the dryer, "not too many people do. It's mainly for the employees. Especially Chad, it's impossible to keep his clothes from getting stained." She giggled to herself, "life of a chef I suppose."

Emma took a moment to look around the small wash room. It was dark even with the lights on. The small basement style windows didn't really leave room for any natural light. The walls were covered in chipped blue paint and the floors were paneled with unkempt dark wood. It seemed really out of place given the diners neat and clean display. She wondered if Chad ever got scared coming down here during one of his overnight shifts. The thought Chad, who was about 6 feet tall and weighed about 250lbs, screaming like a girl with hands flailed in the air made her chuckle.

Ruby noticed the dazed smirk, "what's so funny?"

Deciding to keep her thoughts to herself she said a simple 'nothing'. This awarded her with a raised eyebrow from her friend. The brunette shrugged as her interest quickly faded and turned to leave the room. "I have to get back to work for real now, so please don't spill anything else on yourself."

"Oh ha ha." Sarcasm.

About 10 minutes later she hopped down from her seat on top of the machine to remove her uniform out of the dryer. Deciding it wasn't best to walk around in full uniform, she settled with putting on just her uniform pants and a black t-Shirt that read Cobra Kai on the back in green letters. A green animated snake coiled underneath the words. She placed her black belt inside the sleeves of her uniform top then tied it around her waist. Pulling her hair in a ponytail she exited the washroom concentrating on her hair looking downward. Once she was happy, she turned the corner entering the diner, completely oblivious to the small form in front of her. The two figures collided, knocking the smaller person to the ground. An electronic video game slid across the floor.

The energy of the room grew quiet almost frightening. Emma placed a hand on her stomach which throbbed from the impact as she looked around to see the idiot that didn't look where they were going. Her initial anger softened when she noticed a little boy lying onto his back beginning to cry. "Hey kid, are you ok?" She squatted down to meet the boy who was now crying in full force while holding onto his arm and shaking his head frantically. Today is just not my day. Her hand was outstretched as a woman came running towards him.

"Oh my goodness, Henry are you ok?" A blonde woman came running towards the scene- who Emma assumed was the boy's mother- quickly dropping down to her knees to look over the five year old boy. He proceeded to cry with greater force as her hand lightly grazed over the small boys elbow. A look of fear and anger shot towards the other woman. "What the hell happened!?" She nearly shouted towards Emma as she gathered the small boy into her arms.

Emma stayed kneeled on one knee as her mouth hung open. She looked over to the woman who was visibly and rightfully pissed. Her heart broke at the sight of the small boy; face as red as a tomato and crying hysterically. What was she supposed to say? Well the truth was an obvious route but it seemed like that wasn't good enough. She hadn't meant to knock the boy over, let alone possibly break his arm. She inwardly cursed herself for not paying more attention. What the hell was up with her today? First the coffee and now this. Albeit this situation was ten times worse, but still. "i-im sorry," The tae kwon do master finally spoke after realizing she hadn't said anything.

"Save it!" his mother spat, quickly getting up with the boy in her arms before walking briskly to the diner exit. Emma let out a sigh as she ran her hand over the top of her head. Her eyes caught sight of the video game that had broken in half. She picked it up and began to curse herself once more. Not even noticing a figure coming towards her.

"Jesus Emma!" Granny's stated.

The blonde finally stood. Embarrassment and regret clear on her face. "I know." She said annoyed. Today was just not her day. Emma looked at the video game she held in her hand. The recent memory playing over in her head. The face of the crying boy still very vivid. Her heart cracked. She was someone who dealt with kids all day and the last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt one of them. A pang of guilt swam through her system.

Ruby who witnessed the entire scene placed a hand on her friends shoulder, "Henry and Katherine will be fine."

Emma's eyebrows furrowed for a second at the sound of the names. The nerves of her mind connected and figured Katherine was the name of the assumed mother of the boy. Although they looked nothing alike. But then genetics did have a way of playing pranks. She muttered a small 'thanks' to the brunette before heading out of the diner to go home. Her apartment wasn't far but the walk would give her ample time to think. Something she liked to do in general.

Just walk and think. A past time that preserved her sanity. The blonde walked at a leisured pace, giving herself more time to escape into her mind. She knew she had to find a way to make it up to the boy and more importantly his mother. But what was she to do? It wasn't like she knew the two people well enough to call and apologize. Well even if she did that wouldn't have been good enough anyway. The better thing would be something in person. But she had no idea where they went off too. Maybe this matter was a lost cause. There really wasn't anything she could do now. Was it?

Emma walked up the stairs to her apartment then placed her keys into its correct place before opening the door. Mary Margaret, her roommate for the past six months now, was sitting at her table sipping on a white porcelain cup filled with warm tea. Her smile towards the entrance of her roommate quickly faded as she watched the woman slump hard onto the couch. The pixie haired brunette moved from her seat to head towards the kitchen; pouring her sullen roommate a cup of tea. She walked leisurely towards the blonde, stopping in front of her to hand over the tea cup.

Once Emma took the cup Mary Margaret sat down beside her. One leg folded under her backside. "What happened?" The question was asked with kindness and concern. A trait that took the green eyed woman by surprise at first. Never really knowing anyone who was so damned happy all the time. The surprise soon faded into annoyance, then acceptance and the finally into something she loved about her roommate. Their bond had grown quickly over the past few months. But that's to be expected when living with someone so…easy, for lack of better words.

Emma took a sip of her tea, sighing at the taste. Jasmine, her favorite. She smiled briefly at how well her roommate had gotten to know her. Her face then turned more serious. "I hurt a kid."

The pixie brunette's face grew wide eyed. She knew her roommate was a Tae Kwon Do master but that didn't mean she had a right to go around round housing poor little kids. "Emma…" her voice trailed off. Confusion and shame evident on her face.

Emma quickly waved her hand realizing what her friend must have thought. "Not like that! I bumped into him at Granny's."

Mary Margaret placed her hand over her chest letting out a relieved sigh. Her features changed to that of apology for misunderstanding and wrongly judging the character of her roommate. "Sorry I didn't mean-" she paused when Emma placed her hand up shrugging off the accusation and accepting her apology. Another sip of tea was taken before the brunette started again. "If all you did was bump into him, then why are you so upset?" People bumped into people all the time. No one really got hurt by it. Especially if it wasn't a purposeful shove. So it couldn't be too big. Right?

A sigh. "I think I might have broken his arm."

Or perhaps not.

Emma continued. "you should have seen the look on his face. He was crying and holding his arm. I felt like such shit." The earlier scene playing in her head again; zoning in on the look of the crying boy.

The brunette winced at the use of swear words. Something she had never been able to level herself with. Although you would think by now she would. Seeing that curse words were a big part of her friend's vocabulary. Especially when angry. The first time the blonde had ever gone off in an angry rant for what seemed like a half hour, the pixie proceeded to invest in fluffy earmuffs to protect her delicate ears from ever having to go through that trauma again. She shook off the memory and spoke. "Oh I'm sorry Emma. I'm sure he's fine."

"I don't need the apology. Henry does."

"Henry!?" Mary Margaret's eyes grew wide at the name. Restating it just to make sure she heard right.

Emma noticed the change in energy and the look on her roommates face. "Yea Henry…why?" she leaned forward placing her cup down onto the coffee table. There was something her roommate wasn't telling her. And by the look on her face it wasn't something to take lightly. "What are you not telling me?" her eyebrows furrowed.

"I-i…well…you see," she paused trying to gather her thoughts. The moment was short lived as the sound of the phone ringing pierced through their awkward silence. Saved. Her thoughts echoed as she walked over to the kitchen to answer the phone in an almost desperate way.

Emma waited patiently for Mary Margaret to finish the phone call. Eyeing her suspiciously as she seemed to talk with her back turned. Attempting to shrug off the recent secrecy she finished the rest of her tea and stood to make her way towards the kitchen just as her roommate was hanging up the phone. "That was Ruby," the brunette stated before looking at the blonde who was washing out her cup. "She has news about Henry." Emma's head popped up with concerned eyes giving the woman in front of her undivided attention. Her features telling the brunette to continue. "She said he's at Storybrooke hospital in case you wanted to drop by."

How did she find that out? Deciding not to ask questions, the green eyed woman quickly changed her clothes and headed out of the door grabbing the broken videogame with her.

The Emergency room shined brightly as Emma parked her yellow bug in a vacant spot. She grabbed the small gift bag that was sitting on the passenger seat before getting out and locking her car. The walk to the entrance was dark and dreary, casting an eerie unsettling yet familiar feeling over her. She hated hospitals. No good has ever come to them. At least to her. It was always the last place she saw the ones she loved before they were gone from her life. An image of a woman flashed quickly in front of her green eyes before she quickly buried it. Now was not the time to reminisce over something so long ago. It's water under the bridge. She tried telling herself over and over again. But like many times before, that water had always found a way to drown her.

The bright lights in the waiting area pained her retinas as she tried to adjust to the difference. Eyelids slide over green orbs quickly as her pupils lessened in dilation, focusing on the desk in front of her. She walked leisurely over to the desk and flashed a smile at the nurse behind it. Her smile always got her what she wanted.

Except, when it didn't.

The nurse hadn't even noticed her standing there. She was too busy talking on the phone and filing her finger nails. The ebony haired woman popped her gum distastefully as she appeared to have been having a very intense conversation. "Oh my god, I know! She was so shocked. I knew that baby wasn't his."

Emma cleared her throat for attention.

"What do you mean it was a shock to you? That baby had bright red curly hair. Charlie is Indian!" The woman laughed heartily and sat up in her chair seemingly really engaged. "I told you Sophie! Didn't I tell you?"

"Excuse me," the blonde she tried again.

"When I saw that I was like lawd Jesus we going on Maury!" The woman laughed again.

"Hey!" Emma shouted, fully agitated by the nurse's unprofessionalism.

The ebony haired woman shot around in her chair facing the annoyed blonde, "what!? Don't you see I'm on the phone?" It was a rhetorical question. She turned her attention back to the person on the phone. "People are so rude; I know she sees me on the phone."

"Look lady I just need to find out the room for someone." Patience had officially worn thin and she was very close to punching this woman in the face.

The younger woman rolled her eyes, "hold on Sophie." The phone was placed down on the table. "What is the name?" attitude was beyond palpable.

"Henry…" A pause as sudden realization came forward. She didn't know his last name. Her features hardened as she cursed herself inwardly for not being more resourceful. A sigh escaped her lips. Today was not her day.

"Room 407, third floor." The young woman then continued the phone conversation.

What the hell? Her thoughts rang out. How was she just allowed through without a last name? Wasn't there a law against that? And how would she even know which Henry she was talking about? It was impossible for there to be only one Henry right? Emma walked towards the elevator, stepping inside before pressing the number three. As she watched the number change on the small electronic screen in front of her she made a mental note to never come to this hospital if she had the choice. Supposed she was a deranged psyco serial killer on the loose. Thankfully she wasn't but still. That nurse hadn't bothered to ask for identification or anything of the sort.

Green orbs stepped out of the elevator as she made a second note to report that woman. Her incompetence was dangerous. She walked through the corridors searching for the number and smiling once she reached her destination. The room was covered by slightly opened blinds where she could clearly see the boy she injured earlier sitting on the bed sideways, seemingly ready to go home. Emma scanned around the rest of the room searching for the blonde woman that she saw earlier with the boy but she was nowhere in sight. Taking a deep breathe she opened the door carefully with a smile as the boy looked her way.

"Hi Henry," she spoke softly, not wanting to frighten the boy.

"Hi," he answered. Clearly confused by the woman's presence. "Why are you here?" The small voice asked curiously.

"I came by to say I'm sorry for…earlier today…hurting you." She took a moment to look over the tiny boy. He wasn't wearing a cast. Good sign. Or a sling. Even better. But she did notice his little wrist was wrapped up in a power ranger's ace bandage. Her heart cracked slightly at the sight. "Does it hurt?" She pointed to the boy's wrist.

After a moment of confusion the five year old brunet boy looked down to his wrist and smiled. "No. The doctor made it all better."

A subconscious held breath was released as she inched towards the boy. "My name is Emma by the way." She suddenly remembered the gift in her hand. "I got something for you."

Henry beamed at the sight and showed an almost toothy grin. Almost. Since his front two teeth were missing. "What is it?" He asked with excitement.

"Open it." She handed the bag to Henry. Her heart soared when she saw his expression of the updated version of his electronic game device clad with two of the newest games.

"Thank you!" He quickly opened one of the games and placed the cartridge into the device and smiled as he relaxed against his pillows. He folded a leg over his raised knees. The sight was the cutest thing she had ever seen. It eased her heart to know that the boy wasn't hurt. Too badly at least. And even more so to know that she made him happy. Not having a child of her own; she was never able to have the experience –or, pleasure for better words- of being the cause of a child's pure happiness. She watched him in amusement.

"Who the hell are you?" An elegant yet annoyed voice shot through their moment of forgiveness.

Emma turned quickly towards the voice as a look of confusion sailed across her features. This was not the blonde woman she saw earlier tending to the five year old during the incident. She could have sworn that was his mother by the way she reacted. Her eyes roamed over the new figure in front of her. Taking in dark brown hair and what seems to be a very expensive, business suit. The brunette held a briefcase in her hand. Maybe this woman was a lawyer. The blonde's eyes widen. What if they want to sue me for hurting Henry? Intimidation was beyond palpable in her voice as she spoke, "uh…who are you?" The question really wasn't meant for identity purposes, so to speak. More to see if this woman was here to take her to jail for assault on a defenseless child.

...

The brunette pursed her lips as her eyes scowled at the question, growing increasingly irritated at the woman in front of her. Who the hell did this stranger think she was just waltzing into her son's room? And just how the hell did she get up here in the first place!? Regina looked over the blonde woman wearing skin tight jeans, a black shirt –a tank top she presumed- and a horrendous red leather jacket. There was no sign of a guest pass sticker anywhere on her.

Judging by the clothes along with the fear yet intimidated lace features, she deduced this woman was either lost or a child snatching pervert. Either one was unacceptable. "You are in my son's room. Who I am is none of your concern. But who you are is much more mine." Her words dripped with venom, she did not have time for games. Her son's safety was nothing to be played with.

Just as the blonde was about to speak Katherine walked into the room. Stopping abruptly as the tension between the two females smacked her hard. After getting a better look at the opposite woman she spoke with a strange kindness, "it's you again." More of a statement than a question.

"You know this woman?" Regina asked not taking her eyes off the seemingly guilty green eyed blonde. The brunette's vocals have yet to lessen with sting.

"Um," Katherine stuttered slightly, giving an obvious hint that she is currently questioning her safety from Regina's wrath within the hospital. The closest guard being an overweight older man. Reality set in that either way, her fate was set, so might as well get it over with. "Yes, she was the one who knocked Henry down."

"Her name is Emma!" Henry piped up as if to say duh. He wanted this bickering to be done with so he could return to playing his game. And they were highly distracting.

"Emma what?" Regina questioned for clarity. The words she spoke were with a fake sense of caring. More like evilly sarcastic. Maybe even slightly more harsh. This woman and her self were not on friendly terms. So using a first name was out of the question.

"Swan. Emma Swan." The green eyed blonde answered. Although it was without understanding why this woman needed to know her last name when she hadn't even bothered to say hers.

"So, Miss Swan," Regina took a step closer. Emma stiffened in response. "Has my son done anything to you?" Rhetorical. "I mean he must have since you found the need to shove him on the floor and sprain his wrist. Or do you get joy out of hurting children?" To say she was angry would be an understatement.

Katherine chimed in, "oh no Regina it wasn't like that. It was an acci-"

"I don't want to hear you." The brunette cut her with a raised index finger. The nervous blonde quickly shut her mouth and looked down in shame.

Emma gave a quizzical look. Maybe the other woman wasn't Henrys biological mother, but she seem to play some role. Perhaps the two were together before not too long ago and had broken up. That would explain most the tension. Aside from the current situation of course. It was easy to see why they wouldn't have worked out though. That brunette was a complete bitch.

Regina continued, "Your incompetence has caused enough damage. Tell me Katherine," she paused to allow the spineless woman to look back at her, "how is it that this woman," her eyes motioned to Emma, "was able to get near my son not once but twice?" The brunette knew there was no real answer to the question. But still she needed it to be said. Even if it was an accident –to which Regina felt there were no such things as accidents when it came to her son-; how did this woman even get up here in the first place? There were definitely going to be heads rolling when she gets a hold of the security management.

"She came to apologize and bring me a gift." Henry said with more annoyance. Clearly, figuring out how to jump across a cliff without being eaten by spiders was more important and demanded lots of concentration.

Emma couldn't help but smile at the boy who seemed to be sticking up for her. His little sense of authority was adorable.

"Aww that's so sweet." Katherine responded, earning her a glare from the still angry…although slightly less now, woman beside her. Slightly.

"Do not encourage her. She injures my son and then comes up to his room without permission, obviously since she isn't wearing a guest pass. And all you can say is that it's sweet?" There goes the slightly less angry. It's back to full force now.

Emma was done with this current situation at hand. It really wasn't that big a deal. Granted, she was wrong for just showing up, since neither woman really knew who she was; but that didn't give the right to just blatantly disregard her as a person. Those two were talking about her as if she wasn't even in the room. Rude. "I'm still here you know," annoyance clear.

"Yes and why are you Miss Swan?" Regina quipped with curt sarcasm. If looks could kill, then Emma would have dropped dead minutes ago. Not to mention the poison dripping from the brunettes words. Her message was clear. And Emma definitely got the hint.

The green eyed blonde let out a sigh as she put her hands in her leather pockets and looked towards Henry who was still into his game with furrowed eyebrows. Deciding it wasn't best to interrupt him or showing him any form of attention by saying goodbye, she walked towards the exit, pausing as she waited for the brunette to move her shoulder slightly to allow her out.

Yes, today was just not her day.

Ok so here is the slightly revised version. IF ANYONE WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A COVER ART FOR THIS I WOULD GREATLY APPRE IT! reviews please and thank you ")