Impulse

"Mom!" Emma whined from the loft. She had a hangover that was kicking her ass. She knew that Snow had left that morning for work, Charming was at the station taking over for her, Neal was at the new daycare center, and Henry was at school but it didn't stop her from calling out to them and grumbling when she went unanswered.

"Dad!" Emma groaned dramatically when all she heard was the buzz of the kitchen appliances and the hustle and bustle of citizens in the street. She was going to kill Killian. The night before, he invited her to the Jolly Roger to celebrate its return. She knew he was expecting it to be christened too but that wasn't going to happen. He had offered her a shitload of rum in hopes that her inhibitions would be lowered just enough. No such luck slimy pirate. She liked him but, at the same time, he got on her last nerve. Emma sighed.

"Henry!" She shouted pathetically, pounding her fists on the squeaky mattress below her. She looked around her room, looking for possible leftovers she could have tucked somewhere for another time. One time she found Twinkies in her underwear drawer. Hey, if the company was discontinuing them, she was going to buy a shit ton and store them like a damn squirrel. She blew out a childish breath when her eyes didn't find anything to munch on. There was no way she was getting out of the bed, not with the monstrous headache and bitchy nausea she was experiencing. Her eyes landed on a spell book on her dresser and she, like always, acted without thinking.

Emma closed her eyes and willed her magic to create...

"Hi." Emma looked to the previously vacated side of the bed to see herself. A clone.

"Holy shit! This is so cool!" Emma whispered excitedly and the clone rolled her eyes, "Okay, okay, I'm going to call you Em. You know, so it's not weird."

"I think we sailed right past normal miles ago," The clone sighed as she stood from the bed, a squeak sounding loudly in the room causing Emma to groan, "What do you want me to do?"

Emma looked to the ceiling thoughtfully, "You got my skills?"

"No shit. I'm you," The clone strolled to the closet and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a red and black checker, flannel shirt, "Is it cold out?"

"We're in Maine. If it ain't cold, hell is rising," Emma joked, feeling extremely proud of herself, "Damn, Regina is going to be so proud. She'll probably lecture me on consequences of magic and blah, blah, blah, but inside, she'll be so proud."

"Regina," Em hummed and bit her lip, "That's one hot piece of ass. I wouldn't mind being with that for the rest of my life."

Emma's upper body shot up from the bed as she stared at Em incredulously, "Excuse me?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you," Em snatched a wool hat from a drawer and snapped it on carelessly, "I kinda represent your deepest thoughts and desires. I can't really control my inhibitions."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I can't let you go out there!" Emma attempted to rise from the bed but the clone lifted her hand and threw her backward. Four belts flew from the drawers and tied Emma's limbs to the bedposts. Emma squirmed and tugged to no avail.

Em scoffed, "For your sake, let's hope the pirate doesn't come looking for you. I mean, he probably dreams of tying you up and screwing you. Anyway, I'm going to go to work. See you later."

"Hey! No! Come back!" Emma shrieked, tugging at her restraints with vigor. She willed her magic forward but it wouldn't. The blonde realized that her clone took her abilities and left her tied to a bed and no one would be home for hours.

So, there was an impulsive, powerful Emma Swan walking around with no inhibitions. Lovely. She suddenly felt a slap on her shoulder and the taste of a bear claw in her mouth. Damn. She could feel and taste everything the clone did. That was so fucked up considering how hungry she was. Such a tease.