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2016-08-08
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2016-08-14
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We Are As Yet Untitled

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Vaguely related ficlets for Swan Queen Week

Chapter 1: Confession

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Regina pulled over the car and gently shook Emma awake. Whimpering and flinching while asleep was never a good sign. “Emma, wake up.”

She seemed to pull herself awake, her body straining against an invisible pain. Emma woke up, blinking rapidly and clutching the door handle. “Regina.”

“Right here.”

Emma noticed they weren’t moving. She shoved the door open and brought up burger and fries. Regina reached over to keep blonde hair out of the way of vomit. When Emma collapsed back in her seat, Regina reached into the back for a water bottle. Emma rasped out a thanks before cleaning out her mouth and hydrating. Once Regina was sure Emma was okay to move on, she got back on the road to escape the smell.

“I don’t want to be the Savior anymore.” Emma’s voice was brittle and small, as if she didn’t want to say the words.

Regina supposed, after the past seven months of hell and high water, it was a valid desire. “Given the shit you’ve been through in the last few years, I don’t blame you.”

Emma stared at her for a long moment, then smile. It wasn’t a big smile, or even an obvious one. A tiny grin, really. “Maybe, after you’ve caught up on everything, Madame Mayor, we can take Henry to Disney World?”

“Six Flags.” Regina saw Emma looking at her in surprise. “Closer. Less…themed.”

Now Emma was outright smiling. But she nodded. “Six Flags. We can Skype my little brother every night to make sure Mom hasn’t blown the power grid again.”

Regina laughed, she couldn’t help it. Oh, she understood it would be their way of keeping tabs on the town. “If the inhabitants of the Enchanted Forest can’t go without electricity, they can no longer call what I did a Curse.”

“Right? How is plumbing a bad thing?” Emma sipped her water, settling deeper into the seat. “It’s not running away.” Her voice was quiet again.

“It’s taking a break.” She offered her hand to Emma. They deserved new, better memories. “One week. We need to be home in time for Henry to start school.”

Emma laced her fingers with Regina’s. “One week.”