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Regina
It was a bright, sunny Summer Saturday that found Regina driving the few blocks from town hall to her home on Mifflin after a brief impromptu meeting. Sometimes she really hated meetings, especially when they encroached on her weekend. Everyone always had something to complain about. The speed bumps in front of the school are too high, the parking meters are too expensive, the public pool isn't open early enough, the Rabbit Hole music is too loud. A bunch of ungrateful, simple minded, never satisfied flock. If she didn't have to see another soul for the rest of her life, just her and Henry, she would be perfectly content. Just her and her son, that's all she needed to be happy. Maybe they could live out in a cabin far into the woods, miles away from civilization. What an ideal life that would be, Regina thought to herself as she continued her short drive home.
As she approached the sheriff station she noticed Emma outside. It seemed the sheriff was taking advantage of the calm summer day to wash the police cruiser. Regina had been pestering her about it, so she was glad the blonde had finally listened to her. Her proud smirk quickly faded as her eyes panned to Emma's toned arms, exposed in the half wet white tank top. When the blonde sheriff knelt to scrub the front wheel of the car, her short denim shorts became even tighter around the waist, revealing a sliver of red underwear. Sure, Regina knew her former nemesis was attractive, but she was usually more dressed than this. She could not tear her eyes away from the captivating blonde.
The spell was interrupted when a soapy sponge hit Emma in the back, followed by Henry's loud laughter. Regina hadn't even noticed her son was there too, so entranced by the blonde. The sheriff quickly retaliated, aiming the hose at the defenseless teen. The growing boy made a fast dash for the other side of the car, ducking to avoid his mother's attack. Regina couldn't help the wide smile on her face, enjoying the playfulness between the two. The chase escalated when Henry picked up the bucket of water, and emptied it on Emma. The sheriff now stood drenched from head to toe, her shirt even more see-through than before. Fabric clung to the muscular body leaving little to the imagination. Who could blame Regina for staring?
A punch to the face knocked her back to reality. At east that's what it felt like. What just happened? Dazed, confused, and slightly mortified, she lifted her head from the steering wheel to notice the grass out her windshield. She deduced that she had driven off the road, into a ditch, and was violently launched into the steering wheel. Regina had completely spaced out spying on her son and his other mother. She panicked. Surely Emma and Henry would've heard the crash. What would she tell them? She was enjoying watching mother and son laughing together? She had been distracted by the blonde's flexing muscles? What is wrong with me? She questioned her sanity.
Regina had to escape before they saw her. In an instant, the powerful sorceress magicked herself to the safety of her home.
Emma
Technically Emma had the day off today. But it was such a lovely day, maybe she should go out and enjoy it. The mayor had been on her case about the state of the squad car. And since Henry was spending today with her, she could enlist his help. It would be a good lesson for him to learn to wash a car. He would be driving soon, after all. Plus that way, I won't have to do as much work, Emma congratulated herself on her genius plan.
Henry thought it was a good idea too. So after a nice lunch at Granny's, mother and son set to work. Emma showed her teenage son the kind of sponges to use, and the special ones for the windshield, how much soap to put in the bucket, and the proper way to rinse from top to bottom. It was all informative, but Henry quickly lost interest and decided a water fight was in order.
He filled the sponge with as much water as he could and snuck up on his unsuspecting mother. Emma was taken by surprise when she felt a wet blob hit her square in the back. The cold water did feel a little nice from the warm sun, but still. The sheriff quickly shook off her shock and aimed for the culprit.
“You little...” She couldn't help her smile at the burst of laughter coming from her son.
Henry squealed as he hid, behind the car for cover, his mother fast on his heels. Emma rounded the car, hose still at the ready, but no match for the bucket of cold water being emptied in her face. She gasped at the sudden temperature change, and made to grab her son into a wet hug as revenge.
BANG! A loud crash stopped their horseplay. Both sets of eyes looked for the source of the noise, until they landed on the black Mercedes' back tires pocking out from a ditch. Regina? Emma thought with concern. Her feet ran as fast as they could to the car, her heart rapidly beating with worry. But when she arrived at the scene, the driver seat was empty. What in the world? The blonde looked quizzically over to her son that had followed close behind her.
“Where's mom?” Henry asked worriedly. “Ma?”
“Don't worry, Hen, I'm sure she's fine,” Emma said, trying to convince the both of them everything was fine. She understood the look in his eyes, she was worried too. “I'll find her,” she promised. “You just finish washing the car,” she added.
“Hey,” Henry complained, playfully shoving his mother.
She could still see the concern in his eyes though and knew she had to find Regina. Alright, Regina, where are you? The sheriff thought to herself. There were no footsteps, so she hadn't walked out. The Savior could sense her mentor's magic in the air. Maybe she poofed to safety. So where would she go?