Scattered: Part 6

Notes: Fluff, Angst, There will be Smut in Part 7 if posted. You find out that Jefferson has a bit of a kink to explore at the end… ;)

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There are three things Emma can’t stop thinking about:

1. Regina’s soulmate is dead and never coming back.

2. Zelena killed her own True Love to save her sister.

3. The expression on Snow’s face when she saw Dorothy and Red together.

It’s weird, because they’re not connected, not really. And of course she cares about Robin dying. She hurts because Regina’s hurting but she doesn’t think that’s really it either. She just wants to know what it all means. How can someone be your soulmate if they die and leave you all alone? What is True Love worth if it can betray you? And why the hell has she been hiding half her self from Snow all these years? What made her think Snow White of all people could be a homophobe - her mom who sees the best in everyone, even an Evil Queen.

And there’s another thing that’s linked to all of those, and not. Because she has True Love now, her and Killian, except the whole thing was a trap so what if the test was just a trick? And why does this idea fill her with something that feels a little like hope.

She’s so tangled up in it all - soulmates and True Love and kisses that change the world - and then one day she’s hunting for an old DVD she wants to show the kid, and it’s right at the back of a box she hasn’t looked in for years, the box full of stuff from her old life. That’s when it hits her - what her old life was. What her old world was and how much she seems to have forgotten it. And it’s not like she misses it, not really, but she thinks that in that world she might be able to clear her head at last.

So she makes some excuse. The kid and Regina don’t seem to buy it, but everyone else does, and she drives off to Boston and rents a room in a motel she used to stay in when she had some shady asshole to track down and didn’t want anything leading back to her apartment. And she goes to Old Sully’s, a dive bar she spent a lot of evenings in that she kidded herself weren’t lonely because the regulars all knew her name and would drunkenly slur it as she came in.

Some of those regulars are still at the bar, but they’ve long ago drunk away any memory of her. She orders her first shot and settles back to think. Except instead of thinking she finds herself watching this old couple squashed up next to each other in one of the shabby booths. They’ve got to be in their seventies but the way they look at each other, the smiles and the secret laughter… That’s love. And it occurs to her suddenly that if she went up and asked them if it was True Love and told them there was some kind of test that could let them know for sure, they’d laugh at her.

Three years ago she’d have laughed at herself: soulmates and true love and happily ever after. What bullshit. There’s a reason they only happen in stories. The real world’s messier and less certain and *better*. Her mom and dad, Snow and David, their love is real because it’s lasted, because they’ve worked at it and stuck with it. And her and Killian…

He’s a good guy. Well, for her he is anyway. And he’s a good friend. But what he sees when he looks at her isn’t what she sees when she looks at him. It isn’t what Snow and David see when they look at each other. It’s a dream, and it isn’t even hers.

Then she thinks about Henry, her other True Love, and what she feels so deep in the guts of her means more than any rainbow kiss. But thinking about Henry makes her think about Regina, it makes her think about Snow having no problem at all with her best friend loving another woman and how Emma wishes she’d known that from the start.

What she feels for Regina isn’t always pretty. There are no fairy tales written about a couple like them. But then fairy tales don’t belong in this century and she thinks that her and Regina might just be a story that does. It didn’t happen in one magical kiss, or with a test from the gods or in any clear single moment, except perhaps their very first when Regina opened the door to her and Henry and this whole thing began.

The thing is, she doesn’t need any test from the gods or magical rainbow to tell her what they are. *She* knows that it’s love, and that’s the only thing that really counts.