*** A/N: I do not own OUaT nor any of their characters.
"Can't this wait until in the morning Henry?" Emma had just finished a late shift and she just really wanted to get home and soak in a hot tub. Chasing scum around all day made her feel like she had scum attached to her skin.
"No Emma. I need you to get here now. And quick."
"Where's Regina? Can't she handle whatever it is?" Emma and Regina had finally gotten to a place where they could stand one another. But, Emma wouldn't go so far as to call her a friend yet.
Henry's breath caught for a second. Emma waited confused. "Not this time," is what he finally came up with.
Emma's body seized up. She knew that this was important. "I'll be right there."
"Are you alone?" Henry asked as he looked through the peephole.
Emma had raced across town to get to the mansion. Thankfully, this was Storybrooke, so there was no traffic. "For the love of – Yes! I'm alone. Open the door Henry."
Henry unlocked the door and let Emma in. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to. It just happened." Emma became really alarmed as she took in the fright on Henry's face. She pushed past him and rushed inside.
All of the lights were out. She tried the switch but got nothing. As she walked deeper into the house, her feet crunched on glass. She pulled out her penlight and used it to take in the scene before her. She realized what had happened. It seemed all the light bulbs had been blown out.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt? What happened? What happened to the lights?" Emma checked him over from the light streaming in from outside. She saw no injuries. "Henry! Answer me!" She was starting to panic now.
"It's Mom." Henry managed to sob out.
Emma's heart caught in her chest. "Regina! Regina!" she called out. She turned back into the house and looked around when she heard a whimpering sound from the other side of the room. She trained her light in front of her and went to investigate. She slowly followed the whimpering and looked down. Hiding behind the sofa was a young girl with beautiful dark curls. As she looked up with tears spilling down her face, Emma instantly recognized those russet eyes.
Regina's eyes were staring back at her from the body of a small child!
Emma's jaw went slack and she looked back and forth between the child and Henry. "Regina?"
"It was an accident," Henry said again.
Emma's knees started to buckle but she caught herself before she fell all the way to the floor. She sat on the other sofa that was on the other side of the room. She couldn't tear her eyes away from what she was seeing. "You'd better start talking now kid."