Distance(swanqueen)

Chapter 5

Regina felt the light on her eyelids, shooting pain hitting her head like a bullet without mercy. The queen opened her eyes, trying to situate herself on what exactly occurred last night. Regina's blurred vision focused on the pair of eyes staring back at her. Startled, Regina flung to the floor.

"Regina!" Emma whispered. It all started coming back to the mayor, her outbursts, the tequila...oh the tequila. Regina was mortified. The concerned savior poked her head down at Regina. The poor woman was crouched against the bed, her face hidden.

"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" Regina would not answer.

"Dear god, woman, look at me!" Emma ached at the sight of her like this.

The queen slowly turned her head towards the savior, giving her the angriest scowl she could present at the moment. Truthfully, Regina wanted nothing more than to cry, but the queen was not going to let Emma see her break down again. Emma saw the pain in Regina's eyes, the way she wanted nothing more than for this all to be a dream. Emma wondered if she should've tried harder to get out of the hold Regina had her in last night. The savior wanted to leave, she really did, but it felt right to stay with Regina at the moment. Emma now realized how terribly wrong she might have been.

"Get out" Regina's voice cracked

Emma winced at the pain in the queen's voice.

"Regina...it's okay...I..."

"Oh it's far beyond okay, Ms. Swan. Now, do not make me repeat myself." Regina rose from the floor in as graceful of a manner as possible.

"Mom..." The mothers could here the footsteps of their son getting closer.

With a wave of Regina's hand, the savior was gone and the queen had on fresh pajamas.

"Good morning Henry" Regina opened the door to her bedroom to see the boy standing there with his mouth open, ready to question his mother about the noises he'd been hearing.

"My nightmares are back." Regina had her response ready before he could mutter a word.

"I knew something was wrong last night." Henry hugged his mother in sympathy. He always respected Regina's privacy about the dreams that plagued her. His company always seemed to help.

"Why don't you go downstairs. I'll meet you there in a bit. I just want to take a quick shower before I start on breakfast." Regina watched as her little groggy prince headed down the stairs.