The air began to cool as the sun set. The waves never settle. They slam against the beach floor attempting to break away Earths crust.

It may have been the sound of seagulls that woke her up, or the coughing in the distance, but Emma Swan sprang to life after she realized that she had been laying in a bed of sand. The events of just hours before replayed in her mind. She had much gratitude for even surviving after hundreds of others didn't.

"Killian..."she croaked out with a hoarse voice. Thank god I didn't bring Hope... "Killian."

The coughing in the distance sounded again and echoed out towards the setting sky.

Emma didnt bother to wipe away the sand that coated her skin, she ran right towards the source hoping, it was her boyfriend of 5 years. The sand molded around her feet as she used the last bit of energy she had left to approach the body.

It wasn't Killian, but a woman with a pixie hair cut, paled skin from the cold water, and glassy green orbs that stared back at her with the same exact color as her own. Emma wasted no time and helped the older woman to her feet.

"Are you okay?" She questioned with concern.

"I'm–alright." The older woman managed to choke out. She took a moment to look around. Obviously they were stranded on some unknown island. There was also the fact that her thin layered sun dress had been torn in multiple areas, all the while the blonde before her remained fully clothed with shorts and a bikini top.

"This...this is devastating..." Emma sighed. She took a look at her surroundings as well. She thought that maybe it could help ease her mind of the race and pain it had been enduring, but nothing seemed to work.

"I know! I need to find my husband." The woman sobbed out, throwing Emma off a little. It had been a little sudden but who could blame her?

"Hey...it's okay. What's your name?"

"Mary–Mary Margret. And you?" Mary sniffled she wiped away her tears and gave the biggest smile that her face would allow. It wasn't much, but at least Emma could tell that it is genuine.

"I'm Emma. And I have to find my boyfriend, so maybe we should look together?" Emma suggested. Mary Margret nodded her head and let Emma lead the way. Despite this, Emma noticed the confidence in the woman with every step she took. She must really love this man...

"So...What was life like, you know, before this?" Mary questioned to make small talk. Emma continued to wipe away the now dry sand from her body and huffed,

"Well I have a daughter, Hope. She's three and with my mom right now. My boyfriend, Killian, brung me on this trip and I kind of think it was to propose...I guess it doesn't matter now." Mary frowned at Emma's defeated shrug. Why would anyone be concerned about a proposal when their lives had been on the line at the moment? However, Mary is a firm believer in love and she didn't want Emma to give up no matter what.

"What makes you think he'd propose?" She then asked.

"Today's my birthday." Emma revealed shyly, letting the light red hue invade her chest, "What better gift right?"

"That would absolutely be the perfect gift!" Mary enthused with an even brighter smile than before. The woman even bounced a little on her feet as she walked, showing off a bubbly personality that Emma hardly expected during a time like this.

"I just hope he's alive," the blonde mumbled letting the darkness take over, "who's to say he's even on this island."

"Nonsense hun. True love is power and if he is your true love you will find him any second now." Emma chuckled, thinking that Mary had been full of it, until an abrupt noise caught their attention.

Right beside them, hardly a few feet away, the tall overgrowth of hedges, bushes, and ferns alike began to rustle far more than the wind could have caused. Mary immediately tensed, but held her own with courage that Emma couldn't seem to find within herself. The blonde took a step back but kept her eyes forward like a dear in headlights. Was Mary right?

Soon, the rustling abruptly stopped which gained cause of concern from both women. In that moment, Mary took a cautious step back this time, leading Emma to take another as well.

"Ew ew ew EWWW!" A voice shrieked. It came from a brunette woman who finally broke free from the over growth but ran like her life depended on it. Emma and Mary watched as the woman frantically ran around, fought the air like a mad woman, and screamed at the top of her lungs until she finally jumped in the water.

"Are you okay?!" Mary called out. The brunette woman faced them, hardly realizing that they were there and wanted to stay in the water forever. There is a good chance that they witnessed that entire predicament unfold and it embarrasses her to no end.

"I walked into a nest of spiders! I'm okay, thank you!" She called back. Mary Margret gave a big smile and ran towards the edge of the water to face their new cast away partner.

"I'm sure they're dead. The sun is setting; come on out before you catch a cold." The woman let out a big huff in return and swam back to shore. She had enough of the water anyways being that she nearly died in it and watched multiple people around her die. Some were very important people.

"HI! I'm Mary." The annoying voice frightened her out of her thoughts. The anger in her voice slipped,

"Regina..."she growled under he breath and soon stormed past the brunette and back towards where she came.

"Wait!" Emma pleads, "where are you going?" Regina whipped around to face the blonde, finally getting a good look at the concerned Emerald eyes staring back at her.

"To do what's most important. I need to find my son, not stand around like an idiot which is what you two are doing."

That answer made Emma angry and she only fed into Regina's annoyance more, "And yet you jumped in the water like an idiot."

"Oh look! The blonde has a tongue! Great to fucking know." Regina sasses.

"Look lady! You can try me all you want but I promise I will shove my foot so far up your—"

"Okay okay okay!" Mary screamed over the arguing. She pulled the two apart with all the strength she had, thanking the heavens that it were enough. Emma and Regina has scowls super glued on their faces and the hawk eyes ceases to hold it's true powers. If Mary hadn't stepped in between the battle, they were bound to kill each other from being so close. "Fighting is not going to solve anything."

"Maybe I can knock some sense into her. Look Regina," Emma sasses with power to her voice, "I don't know what you've been through and whatever it is, I'm sorry. But you don't have to let your anger out on us we get it."

"No you don't!" Regina snaps at the top of her lungs. The scream was so powerful that it even shattered Emma's heart and also sent a burn of sadness to Mary's throat. They watched as the brunette slowly broke down in front of them. Her tears fell thickly down her cheeks as if they were desperately trying to create a lake around her. "I watched my husband die right in front of me! This—this giant pillar came out of no where...and before I knew it I was pushed out of the way and he was gone just like that. His body crushed and blood everywhere!"

That was all the blonde needed to hear before pulling Regina in close. With a heavy heart, she let Regina cry her eyes out as the memory continued to torment her imagination. Mary Margret also helped sooth, by running her fingers gently across Regina's soaked back. The woman's body was only covered in an over sized button up, which might have been her husband's, and her bikini. Her hair is also still wet so she's bound to get cold soon enough.

"Alright, I have to return to my babies." Regina announced with grogginess to her husky voice leaving Emma and Mary confused. Mary then addressed the elephant in the room or island.

"Babies? I thought you just had a son." Regina waved her off and let out a small chuckle.

"Sorry about that. I have twin boys. They're only two. One of them I have, Henry, but the youngest one, Roland, was gone by the time I woke up." She revealed in frustration, "That boy..."

"Okay...so where's Henry?" Emma then questioned.

"Oh! Sadly I entrusted him with some Prince Charming want to be." Regina scoffed. She despised that man. She despised everyone really.

"Wait! Is he dirty blonde?" Mary quickly questioned in desperation. With furrowed eyebrows Regina nodded her head slowly. She was starting believe that this woman had lost her mind. "That's my husband!"

"Yes yes, that explains alot." Regina sassed but her sarcasm went right over Mary's head. Emma, feeling highly left out then said,

"I'm Emma Swan by the way." Regina coldly eyed Emma down finding it hard to believe that she even let herself cry against this woman's shoulder.

"It's great to meet you Ms. Swan...I suppose." Emma didn't get it. First this woman was emotional and seemed like a decent human being and then turned into a complete bitch.

"If you take me to my husband we can all help you find your son and help Emma find her fiancé." Mary proposed with a smug grin. Regina then stared at Emma in horror that made the blonde's skin crawl. She gulped down the uneasy feeling and held her own, not wanting to let this woman get to her any longer.

"You have a fiancé?" Emma rolled her eyes at Regina's question. Mary over exaggerated and seemed like that was who she was.

"No no... it was just a thought. He's just my boyfriend." Emma informed and waved off the topic, yet and still, Regina gave Emma a horrified look as she observed every detail of the blonde closer. Every detail.

"You don't look like you would have a boyfriend Ms. Swan." And there it was. Regina was obviously one to have no filter of what comes out of her mouth. She didn't care how people would react and Emma only hopes its because her husband died or that she doesn't act this way towards her children. Who knows? Being stranded on this island will bring out the best in everyone.

With a lifted brow Emma questioned, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I assumed that you were into...women but I assumed wrong. My mistake. Anyways about your offer I—" Regina turned to Mary but was cut short by...

"Achoo!" It was a tiny little sneeze that seemed to be off in the distance. Regina knew that sneeze from anywhere.

"Roland?!" She called out. Slowly she walked forward hoping her son would pop out.

"Achoo!" There it was again; however, the source of the noise peeped his head from behind a huge boulder.

"Oh my god!" Mary gasped, covering her mouth from the over whelming feeling of joy.

Silky jet black curls, exactly like Regina's long ones, and big glassy brown eyes, stared back at the three women. Roland stood entirely once noticing his mama. He let out a squeal of delight, showing off his adorably deep dimples, and ran full speed towards his mother. Regina didn't hesitate to meet him halfway.

"Oh my god you're okay!" Feeling relieved, Regina planted kisses all over Roland's face and cradled his head as he held her close. Being a mother, she should scold him for running away, but given the situation they were currently in, she had to let it go.

"I try find papa!" Roland informed confidently. This particular boy was very fond of his father while his twin is a complete opposite.

Regina's heart fell into a pit once more. She didn't want to think about Robin and how he died all over again. Thankfully the boys didn't see it; it was too horrifying to witness. "I don't think papa is here honey but we'll try again later okay?"

Roland nodded his head and slid out of his mother's arms. All the boy currently had on was a pull up, his swim shorts, and a life vest. Same goes for Henry; Regina hated it. The sun is already completely set by now and it was already getting cold from the sea breeze that didn't want to let up.

"To get to your husband, we either have to cut through the jungle, which is risky since its so thick, or we could use the moonlight and walk all the way around but it would take longer." Regina informed. That left Emma and Mary in deep thought. At some point, Emma's legs gave out and she had to sit back in the sand. All the while, Mary continued to walk in circles as she thought about the safest option.

"I think we should cut through the jungle then." The bubbly woman concluded with professionalism.

"How are we going to see?" Emma questioned. Mary shrugged with a scrounge face and explained they could start a fire and make torches.

"Okay, does any of you know how to do that? Where I grew up I wasn't allowed to get my hands dirty." Regina shrugged in revelation. Emma groaned and forcefully stood against the ache in her legs. Great, I'm dealing with a rich snob and a overly enthused airhead. Just fucking great!

"I'll start the damn fire just help me find sticks and rocks. Make sure they're dry." Emma ordered.

"Come on baby, let's help Ms. Swan." Regina cooed to her son. Mary also dispersed towards the edge of the jungle to help. Emma hoped that they knew what they were doing.