Set during the first half of Season One. Emma & Regina don't like each other. This is how I think they'd deal with the situation if they switched bodies. It's my first longish fic and I didn't want it to go on too long so that's the reason I ended it the way that I did. Hope you all like it!
Regina awoke with a start. How could she have slept through her alarm? She was always timely. Henry would be late for school. There probably wasn’t even time to feed him breakfast now. She quickly stood up out of bed and was surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing any pants—only a large t-shirt. Where were her silk pajamas? Something wasn’t right. She looked around. This wasn’t her home and she didn’t remember being with Graham last night. She ran her fingers through her hair. It was longer and…blonde?! Oh no. she thought, running to the nearest mirror. She gasped when she realized that the eyes looking back at her were blue. This wasn’t her room. This wasn’t even her body. This was…Emma’s.
Emma hit the snooze button for the third time, rolling over. Why had she set an alarm anyway? She never did, choosing instead to sleep in. “Sleeping in” to her was only 8:30, and what was the harm in that? Suddenly she heard footsteps and a voice at her door.
“Mom? I’m gonna be late for school. Can you make me breakfast?” Henry? Oh no, Regina will kill me if she finds out he’s here. She looked at the clock. 7:15.
“Yeah, kid. Give me a second. I’ll be right there.” She sleepily answered.
“Kid? You never call me that. Are you feeling alright?” Henry pointed out, concern in his voice.
Emma sat up. “Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Hey, listen. Let me get dressed and I’ll take you to Granny’s for breakfast, okay?”
“Sounds good!” Henry excitedly ran down the stairs. Emma smiled. Wait…stairs? There weren’t stairs leading from her bedroom in Mary Margaret’s apartment, but she was sure that was what she heard. She must be losing it. She opened her eyes, looking up at the ceiling and realizing that this wasn’t her bedroom. She would never have a mirror on her ceiling. The mirror wasn’t the alarming part though. It was the fact that the face reflected in it wasn’t Emma’s. It was Regina’s.
Regina searched through Emma’s closet looking for something—anything—that would make her look half-decent. Miss Swan wasn’t exactly known for her good taste. She finally settled on a red knee-length dress and black boots. She pulled her now-blonde locks into a tight ponytail and grabbed her—Miss Swan’s—iPhone, running out the door and straight into Mary Margaret.
“Well, you look nice.” Regina rolled her eyes.
“I have places to be. Don’t you?” She retorted. The surprise in Mary Margaret’s eyes reminded her that she wasn’t in her own body. What would Emma say to her? “I mean…I just wanted to look nice today. I have to…” God, what did Miss Swan do with all her time? “..go and talk to Miss Mills about letting me see Henry.”
“Oh…you know Regina will never agree to that. She’s not exactly the most rational person.” Mary Margaret said in a tone that let Regina know that they talked about her. A lot.
Annoyed, Regina answered, “I’m sure she’s doing what’s best for Henry. I’m not the most stable person for a child. Now if you don’t mind I have to go.” She wasn’t even worried about whether she sounded like Emma or not, she just wanted to get out of there.
“Are you kidding me? Does this woman have no normal clothes?” Emma mumbled to herself as she sifted through Regina’s closet.
“Mom? I have to go!” She heard Henry yell.
“Yeah ki—I mean, Henry, I’ll be right there!” She yelled back, pulling on black pants and a white t-shirt she found stuffed in the back. She didn’t even bother to brush her hair.
She and Henry arrived at Granny’s with little time to waste. Henry grabbed a bagel and ran out to catch the bus. He didn’t even say goodbye to Emma. Was this how he acted towards Regina now that she was around? She was beginning to see why the brunette felt so threatened. While watching him, her phone—Regina’s phone—started ringing. The name that popped up on the screen? “Birth Mom.” Wow. Emma thought.
Regina waited impatiently for Emma to answer her phone. She knew she had it. She had to. If she was in Emma’s body then the only other body open had to be her own. Finally, she heard a voice answer on the other end.
“Hello?” Hearing her own voice startled her.
“Miss Swan? We need to talk.”
“I’d have to agree. Your office? This situation is kind of delicate…”
“Things with you always are. Since I’m quite sure you didn’t grab the keys on your way rushing out the door with my son, you’ll need to grab the spare keys from the front desk.”
“Me?” Emma asked.
Regina rolled her eyes. “Yes, Miss Swan. Use your head. They’ll think you’re me.”
I swear she is such an idiot. Regina thought, hanging up the phone. Now, she had to visit the one person who probably caused this. She stormed into Mr. Gold’s Pawn Shop, slamming the door behind her.
“Miss Swan! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Cut the crap, you little imp. I know you know what’s going on.”
“Whatever do you mean, Miss Swan?”
“I’m not Miss Swan! I’m Regina!”
“Are you sure you haven’t hit your head, dearie? That’s quite impossible.”
“It isn’t and you know it isn’t. How long are we going to play this little game?”
“Well—dearie” Mr. Gold spat with venom in his words. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. But, since you appear to believe this. I’d say your best bet is to see Regi—Miss Swan, and try to come to an understanding. When the two of you can understand each other, then this problem of yours will be solved.”
I’ll be stuck like this forever. Regina thought.
“I’ll get you back for this, Gold.”
“A simple thank you would suffice.” He called after her, but by then she was already well out the door. He smirked.
“Madam Mayor. You look very…casual today. What can I help you with?” the secretary asked.
“Um, yes. I seem to have misplaced my keys and I have a very important meeting with Re—Miss Swan. Could you kindly give me my spare?” The receptionist was taken aback by the kind tone of her voice.
“Yes, of course.” She handed her the spare.
“Thanks. Oh…let, um, Miss Swan know just to come on in.”
“Sure thing mam.” Just then Regina walked in the door.
“Oh, Miss Swan! Mada—“
“Save it, Agnes.” Regina cut her off. “We are not to be disturbed, okay?”
“Yes Mam.” Agnes was more than confused. Regina nice?? Emma rude?? What kind of topsy turvy day was this?
“Hello, Miss Swan. I hope you are enjoying my body.” Regina smirked. “Why am I dressed so hideously?”
“You? Look at what I’m wearing.”
The two women stood at opposite ends of the office sizing each other up, neither one quite sure why this had happened. Regina fidgeted with Emma’s dress. Emma wiped her sweaty palms on Regina’s pants.
“So…how do we fix this?” Emma finally asked.
“I think…we have to find a way to…understand each other.” Regina shrugged.
“Like Freaky Friday?” Emma asked.
“You know, Freaky Friday. Jamie Lee Curtis. Lindsay Lohan…nevermind.”
“Okay…Miss Swan, I guess we’re just going to have to have a heart to heart.”
Difficult when you have no heart, Emma thought.
I’d rather rip out your heart, Regina thought.
The tension could be cut with a knife, neither woman wanting to make the first move. Regina was thinking of how much easier this would be in a land with magic, where she could just flick her hand and have this whole mess done with. But of course, Emma---the “savior”—believed nothing about magic or the Enchanted Forest.
“Honestly, Regina. I have nothing to say to you.” Emma finally spoke.
“Well, then I guess we’ll have to stay like this then.”
“I guess we will.” The two women stared at each other. If looks could kill, both would be lying on the floor. Eventually, both women sat down on the floor. Across the room from each other, neither speaking, trying to imagine a world where they lived as the other, for each, a fate worse than death.