Title: Ghost From My Past
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairings: Swan Queen (Kinda)
Summary: Pulling her gun from its case, Emma ran up the walk way, only slowing when she reached the doorframe. The yelling from inside was louder and she could make out Regina's voice among the two screaming people.
Author's Note: A prompt from Tumblr: Regina (not Evil Queen)'s mom visits upsetting our Mayor. Emma callms her. I am so sorry. I don't actually know what happened with this one and it's not exactly what you asked for, but...Let's pretend FTL doesn't exist for this.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"Emma, you need to come home."
Emma quickly sat forward in her chair. "Henry? What's wrong?" She could hear muffled screaming, but the voices and words were too fuzzy for the blonde Sheriff to make out. A sniffle met her hears and she could tell Henry was trying not to cry. Her heart pounded in her chest.
"You need to come home. Right now." The panic in his voice was clear. Emma was on her feet in an instant, yanking her jacket over her arms and shoulders. A crash was heard and a little yelp came from Henry. "Emma!"
"I'm on my way, sit tight Henry." She grabbed her keys off the desk. "Henry, I have to-" Over the line, Emma could hear a door open with more force than necessary. Her son screamed and her blood stopped flowing. "Henry!"
"Get your hands off my son!" Regina's distance voice yelled, followed by glass breaking and Henry screaming again. Emma dropped the phone and ran out of the small Sheriff building, getting into her bug and driving off without bothering to buckle her seatbelt. Stopping in front of the Mayor's house, Emma saw a car that defiantly didn't belong to Regina Mills and the front door was wide open.
Pulling her gun from its case, Emma ran up the walk way, only slowing when she reached the doorframe. The yelling from inside was louder and she could make out Regina's voice among the two screaming people. The other sounded like an older woman, midsentence.
"-adopting a child? Could you be any less a woman then you already are?" Mocked the other voice. "You aren't married-" It tried to rant, but was cut off by the Mayor.
"Don't talk about my son like he's not-"
"Do not interrupt me when I am speaking, Regina."
"This is my house!"
"That boy is not yours. You did not give birth to him-"
"He is still my s-"
"Interrupt me one more time, Regina, and I will lock you in the attic."
"I am a grown woman. I run a town and have a family. You cannot treat me like a child an-"
"Mom! Let go of my Mom!" Emma rushed into the house, bypassing the mess, and headed straight to the commotion. The dining table was pushed to the side, a few chairs knocked over, and glass from the nearby mirror scattered the floor. An older woman with streaks of grey had a hand around Regina's throat pressing her to a wall with Henry behind her.
"Freeze." Emma said, voice cool and gun trained on the woman. Regina's brown eyes slid to her green ones. A gratefulness flickered in her orbs before cringing at the woman's tightening hold who wasn't the least bit fazed by Emma. "Step away from Mayor Mills and her son."
The older woman turned her head. "Dear, I think you have misunderstood what I'm doing here."
"All I see, lady, is you attacking her in her home." The Sheriff part of her spoke. The woman glanced at Regina. She dropped her hand. Regina stayed against the wall, keeping herself in between the woman and Henry. "Now. Leave."
"I will take no suc-"
"Leave." Emma snarled with a cold venom that startled not only her, but the woman. She glared at the blonde and went to say something, but thought better of it and walked out the door, not even bothering to slam it behind her.
Regina let out a sigh and sagged into the wall next to Henry. She found herself on the floor, Henry tightly holding onto her. She pressed him into her side and kissed his head to sooth him. Emma saw finger prints showing already on Regina's throat and a thin red line on her cheek. Emma kneeled beside them, holstering her gun.
"Are you two okay?" She asked softly.
Regina nodded shakily and closed her eyes. "Yes. Thank you Sheriff Swan." It wasn't a dismissal like it had been so many times in the past. It was a genuine thanks of gratitude. Emma looked back at the open door.
"Who was that anyway?" Regina followed her gaze and felt Henry's eyes on her face, wondering who had just come to their home.
"My Mother." She answered softly. She thought she had left the wretched woman behind a long time ago, but she should have known that she would find her one day. She had only hoped Henry wasn't too affected by her Mother.
"Your…?" Emma's eyes were wide and she immediately sat next the brunette. Henry tightened his grip, feeling a pain in his Mother that was too unbearable to use words to comfort. Emma must have sensed it as well because she wrapped an arm around the two of them.