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24th May 2012

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Come Undone Part 2 (Inspired by Waiting for the Flash by Fictorium)

Title: Come Undone, Part 2 (Inspired By Waiting for the Flash by Fictorium)

Summary: Emma is not done being on Team Remma/Swan Queen even after she breaks the spell that wakes Henry and Regina must run from the vengeful citizens of Storybrooke. (It was really only an excuse for smut but somehow the angst keeps getting in the way and this fic has gotten longer than I anticipated. Apparently Remma likes to bicker in my headcanon).

Timeline: Right after S1 finale and goes slightly AU in that the purple fog of doom has not been summoned yet. Please, I do recommend you read WFTF before this.

Rating: M only because I do aspire to add the sexytimes into this. I will, promise! Also, Emma likes to swear.

Notes: When Emma and Regina kissed in the hospital, it broke a spell, just not the one on Henry.

Part One 

Waiting for the Flash

Also many thanks to Fictorium for letting me latch onto her fic :)

Part Two:

“Regina?” Emma said softly.

Regina stood, swallowing the last of her tears as she turned to face Emma across the room.

“Go ahead.”

“What?”

“You may alert the masses. I’m ready.” her voice broke at that last word, betraying her.

“I’m here to get you-“

“Very well then,” she approached Emma and upon reaching her, stood as close to her as they were in the hospital closet before their actions and emotions got away from them. She held both hands up ready and willing for her arrest. Her eyes though were firmly planted on Emma’s. She looked as if she was holding her breath.

Emma broke the silence. “What are you doing?”

“Well aren’t you going to handcuff me? It will do wonders for your heroic image. It’s what the citizens would want to see. I know my fate Sheriff. I will not fight it. There’s no reason to. Not that you would need an image boost now that you have saved everyone’s happy endings.”

“Not everyone’s Madame Mayor.”

Emma turned and headed out of the room - leaving the once formidable mayor stunned.

“We don’t have much time” Emma yelled from Regina’s bedroom.

Regina followed after her. “What are you doing Sheriff? Stop that.”

“Jesus Christ, do you even have a pair of jeans or sensible shoes?”

Emma held a duffel bag in her hand and was rummaging through her wardrobe. Regina tried to grab it out of her hand but instead Emma grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to shake some sense into her. “Listen to me! I’m not here to haul you off to jail or burn you at the stake. But pretty soon there is going to be an angry mob who will gladly take you. Are you hearing me Regina? So grab some clothes because I’m getting you out of here.”

* * *

“Fuck, just what we need.” Emma muttered to herself, inspecting the flat tire, stepping on it with her boot. Normally, she would be pulled over by the roadside but the situation necessitated a less conspicuous place deeper into the vast woodland that surrounded Storybrooke for miles.

“Looks like a storm is brewing.” Regina said as she stepped out of the pick-up truck. They had switched cars halfway out of town to avoid the attention they would be garnering had they used Emma’s Beetle or Regina’s Mercedes. “I don’t suppose you’ve done this before?” Those were practically the first words she had uttered since they fled. Emma was relieved that Regina seemed to be coming around.

“I’ve changed tires before but somehow I don’t think this will be as easy. These tires weigh more than you, wet.”

Just like that, almost magically, the storm arrived and it began to rain down on them as if by punishment. Instinctively, they ran back inside the truck for shelter. Inside, they observed one another wordlessly with fleeting glances peppering the moment.

After a little while Emma broke the silence, “I’ve never had a harder time running away from a place as Storybrooke and I’ve done a fair bit of running let me tell you. It’s like the universe is trying to tell me something… which I guess it has been.”

“Maybe the universe is trying to tell you to turn around. Bring me back. Serve justice.” Regina responded staring into the storm outside.

“That’s enough, Regina.”

“I’m not finished.” Regina turned to her.” Do not tell me what to do.”

“Oh really, I’m risking a lot for you. A little gratefulness would be much appreciated. Oh sorry, I keep forgetting, you’re the queen. Would you like me to bow to you first?”

“It’s curtsey, not bow. Why are you doing this, Sheriff Swan?”

“Can you just stop that. It’s Emma. Too much has happened between us to keep with the titles don’t you think?”

For a moment, Regina was thrown, silenced. The sudden memory of what was between them. That other thing, besides Henry, in the hospital. What they had done in a desperate, despairing moment. Although it was the most hurried of love-making it would be forever etched in their minds. She wasn’t sure what to say. Just then she was grateful for the storm because the constant thudding sound of droplets on the metal of the truck was the only thing filling the silence between them. They couldn’t even look at each other.

A thunderclap jolted them back to reality.

“It’s getting dark. I need to fix that flat.” Emma jumped out of the truck.

Regina followed her out to Emma’s surprise. “What are you doing? Get back inside.” Emma shouted at her.

“I know you’re strong, but this is going to take the both of us.” Regina stated as a matter of fact.

Emma nodded, acknowledging the obvious truth.

After a muddy, rain-soaked battle lasting well into the onset of darkness, they finally succeeded, although not without consequences. It was Regina at first, who fell over on the mud, “Might want to watch where you’re going there,” Emma heckled.

But soon Emma followed, receiving a sneer from her already muddy companion. “Serves you right. So much for chivalry.”

They continued on with their work, giving up any pretences to remaining dry. The only blessing the inclement weather bequeathed them that night was an incredibly bright full moon above them; allowing them to work without the use of the truck’s headlights.

As Emma began to put away the tools, she noticed Regina stood still, hands and arms spread, head back, eyes closed and letting the rain wash away the mud from her person. She had to admit, it was great to see Regina get dirty, but this was a sight that sent sensations she wasn’t prepared for. She was becoming all too aware that she was admiring the beauty of the woman before her. Oh, what is going on with you, Emma thought to herself.

Emma approached her, to tell her it was time to get in the truck, to begin their journey, but as she reached Regina, she couldn’t help herself luxuriate in the rain showering down on her herself, letting it wash over her body. As she closed her eyes, Regina opened hers, sensing Emma’s proximity. For a few seconds of anonymity, she watched Emma and couldn’t help the physical reaction she too was having towards the other woman. She watched as the last remnants of wet earth dripped away. Almost the last.

Emma opened her eyes. Regina averted hers. “I guess we better go.”

Regina nodded, “Yes.”

Once inside, although they were pretty much mud free, they were still drenched and the interior was getting soaked.

“I don’t know about you, but travelling while soaking wet kind of sucks.” Emma remarked, feeling like a drowned cat.

“I don’t know what you mean, Sheriff,” Regina responded as she inspected her wet clothes not exactly comfortable either.

Emma chuckled, “Wow, is that a sense of humour I detect or am I just hearing things.”

“Maybe you have mud inside your ears, Sheriff- Emma.”

Emma’s eyes widen at the new name. Pleased. “Finally…”

“There’s a little,” Regina reached out to wipe a smear of mud from Emma’s face, by her ear. Except she let her thumb linger a millisecond longer at the spot and to Emma it felt a lot more exhilarating than she should have allowed.

Regina retracted her hand and opened it to show the small bit of earth. She looked down, trying to find a place to clean it off her hand and settled reluctantly for the side of her trousers.

“Look at the state if me,” Regina sighed, inspecting her mud-stained attire. A strand of wet hair fell over her face. Emma, who was watching her all this while, reached out and brushed the errant strands back behind Regina’s ear, almost mimicking Regina’s movements moments before including the lingering touch.

“You’re shivering.” Emma discovered.

Regina, almost ashamed to show this weakness, wrapped her arms around herself. Emma closed the gap between them and enclosed her own arms around Regina. “Why didn’t you tell me. I told you not to go outside.”

“I am grateful you know,” Regina confessed as she let Emma shelter her.

Her head resting on Emma’s shoulder. She began to shudder. Since last night, there had been moments when a sudden gust of cold would come upon her, rattle her to the bone and she would shake uncontrollably - but they lasted only seconds and she was able to mask it without detection. However, with the combination of the climate, masking it now was futile.

“I don’t want you to think – I mean… I’m worried you’re going to get sick in these wet clothes.”

“I’m tired, Emma.”

“Okay, you can rest before we set off, but I think you better change first.”

Regina pulled away. “I mean I’m tired of fighting. It’s no use. I don’t want

to runaway. Let’s go back,” her eyes pleading and full of tears yet to fall, staring into Emma’s.

Emma felt like she was going to crumble all over again, despite her better judgement, as if a slave to her emotions.

“I want to face them. I know why you run away. I tried to runaway before, once, a long time ago and it didn’t end well. It all went horribly wrong.” Her throat caught as she tried to swallow the offending emotion back into the dark hollows of her heart, where she had kept it all this time.

Sometime during the commotion of finding a cure for Henry, Regina’s emotions had been reeling. The supernatural resolve that had kept all the guilt, the regret, the sorrow of her humanity in check, locked away as if it didn’t exist and was lost when her Daniel died, had been threatening to crumble.

She didn’t know exactly when it had happened, but these emotions that had been lost to her, without her ever really realizing it until now, were wreaking havoc in her heart and mind as if all her evil deeds were now coming back to haunt her. She was being struck at without her shield. A gash on her now exposed heart for every evil. Every lie. Every betrayal. Every double-cross. Every death. The protective shield that she had no idea was even there in the first place, which allowed her to be so evil to so many, was now down. It was only now that she was finally succumbing to the weight of it all coming down on her all at once. The storm outside the truck was nothing like the one raging within her heart.

“What ever reason why you tried to run away, it’s not the same now. You’re life-” Emma tried to say.

“Means nothing now.” Regina finished for her.

“Is that what you want for Henry? You’re only going to break his heart.”

“Why are you doing this? I thought this was what you wanted all along. Me out of Henry’s life!” She broke apart from Emma. Although instantly regretting it as the broken embrace made her tremble instantly.

“I only wanted you to love Henry, not hurt him. I saw that last night. Despite what you think and what he says, he loves you. He does. He’s just a kid. He doesn’t want you to die. I don’t. I don’t want you to die.”

“You are infuriating. Why must you fight me in everything.”

“Now you know how I feel. And despite it all, I’m here! Why is that?”

“Because all that saviour talk has given you a hero complex. You think you can save everything now.”

“Okay, so what. Maybe you’re right. Maybe for some twisted reason, I wanted to save your ass. Why are you fighting it? Do you not think you deserve a happy ending too?”

“I know now what I deserve and it’s not that. It has never been that for some time now.”

Emma grabbed the duffel bag behind their seat and angrily unzipped it, inspecting its contents.

“What are you doing now?”

“I’m fucking cold and soaking wet, Regina. Unlike you, I’m not going to welcome death upon me.” Emma struggled out of her leather jacket. She took her tank top off and realised, only after that, she was half-naked in front of Regina, who in turn had crossed her arms defiantly, trying to look away.

Emma grabbed a silk shirt from the bag and began to button it on,” We’re not going back.”

“We’ll see about that. That’s my shirt.”

“Yeah, it’s nice. Silky.” Emma taunted.

“That’s because it is silk.” Regina tried to sound angry to mask her trembling, but unsuccessfully.

“I swear to God Regina. You are shaking like a leaf. If you don’t start changing, I’m going to do it for you.” Emma grabbed Regina’s collar when she was met with no response, fully intending to realise her threat.

In response, Regina grabbed the hand on her collar. “I am tired of being manhandled by you Miss Swan. Take your hands off me.”

Emma tightened her grip,” No.”

Regina swung her free hand, intending to slap the smirk off Emma’s face, but Emma caught it with her own free hand and doesn’t let go.

“Oh, you mad Regina?”

“Sheriff Swan unhand me!”

“No.”

“Miss Swan I swear-”

“No! Not until you say the magic word.”

They were as physically close as they ever were now. Realising this, Regina relented. “Please.”

“Not quite there yet.”

“Please. Emma. Let me go.”

“Okay.” and Emma relieves her from her clutches.

“Thank you.”

Like a prelude to a duel, they both turn their backs to each other to give each other privacy. Every now and then, a body part would brush against the other. There was no question they were shivering, but whether it was just from the climate or it was heightened by the added sensation of their skins touching was another question.

Emma had left her shirt half buttoned and her jeans off when she reached behind her for a dry pair. That was when Regina reached for the same pair. Regina looked behind her, noticing Emma’s naked legs. She was thankful then that Emma’s head was turned the other direction. “Sorry. That’s yours.”

She began to rifle through the items in the duffle bag. She was in a daze when Emma came running in and practically dragged her out of the house. She couldn’t remember what they actually put in the bag. She was quickly finding out that they had packed a little too hastily. “Where did you put my pants?”

Emma only had one leg on her jeans, “What?”

“My pants, Emma.”

“I didn’t pack any of yours, but there’s a pair of my jeans you can wear. I always have a change of clothes in my car so I brought that instead. You didnt exactly have outdoor gear in your wardrobe. It’s not like you’re going to any council meetings anytime soon. You’re welcome very much.”

“Infuriating am I? Me?”

Emma smirked. It was so easy for her to get a reaction from Regina. She was the same towards people she hated or had feelings for… shit. She thought. She looked back at Regina who was changing into the tight jeans, who was still only in her black lace underwear. Shiit. Regina, was a lot of things. Sexy was definitely one of them. Seeing her vulnerable and helpless had been prodding at Emma’s sympathetic heart. Fuck. She thought. “No.” she laughed aloud to herself. “No, no, no.” It wasn’t just a physical need that happened in the hospital closet, she was beginning to realise.

“What is it now?”

“It’s…” Should she bring this up now? Emma contemplated. “Nothing. Are you done?”

“No.”

“Take your time by all means. You know for a queen you’re very princessy.”

“That is it. Turn around.”

Emma faced her, surprised to see Regina still without a shirt on and it made her blush instantly.

“Take that shirt off.” Regina ordered.

“What?” Emma asked shocked.

“I’ve got your jeans on, I am not also going to wear your shirt. Lets trade.”

“Fine. We need to get going.” She unbuttoned her shirt while Regina watched her.

What were you even thinking, Emma wondered to herself. It was only sex. Comfort, hate sex. Meant nothing at all. She desperately hoped as she shrugged Regina’s shirt off.

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