Prompt given to me on Tumblr by the lovely Spiral-Nebula, this is just a short chapter of what I'm thinking of turning into a multi-chaptered fic.

"So, you don't remember anything of these last few years?"

"I think we have established that Charming," she drawled through a heavy breath, her hands scraping back through her hair as she looked up at the ceiling for strength. This whole thing was ridiculous, the actualnotion that she would have entertained these idiots in her life for more than she actually had to was laughable and Emma being her friend, "she was practically your best friend" Snow had told her. "What we haven't established is just what is going on here." And even as she swept a hand out to indicate the man sitting opposite her in just as much distress and confusion, she wouldn't look at him, hadn't since she'd practically tumbled from her bed in her haste to get away from the man-sized lump she'd found next to her.

She could hear his son's babbling from his place behind the sofa, the toys once belonging to Henry had been laid out and ready for him (familiar to him if the way he knew exactly where to find them was anything to go by), one of the only reasons that she had even begun considering that the information she was being told, theories of memory loss spells, could be true. "Well," Emma began tentatively and Regina had noticed the changes in her the instant she'd entered with the womanising Pirate's (apparently somewhat redeemed now, as she was apparently) hand pressed against the small of her back in what looked like support, her eyes flighty and skin slightly paler than what the brunette had remembered but she still couldn't picture her as The Dark One, couldn't imagine the revered Saviour in the role of evil. "What exactly do you remember?"

Her eyes fell from the blonde at her question as she suppressed a shiver with the rush of memories that instantly prickled to the surface, the burn of the electrodes on her temples, her fingers still painful though now they were nothing more than silvery scars hidden by hair so much longer than she'd ever allowed it to be in this world, it had her looking softer than she was particularly comfortable with in this moment. She could still hear his taunts, still feel his breath on her skin and the glinting of sunlight in the metal hook that had ran the length of her body only hours ago in her mind had her shooting the pirate a heated look filled with an angered fear that had him commenting quietly "I think I could answer that particular question."

She wasn't sure just what the full extent of the relationship between the idiot and Emma was at this point, whatever this point was, but she could tell something had been divulged about just what had happened that night, about the part he played in her kidnap and torture. For her part, Emma simply turned to Regina, flashed her a brief smile of a guilty sympathy that didn't belong to her and turned to the man who had yet to speak since they'd entered this room. "Robin?"

He looked up at the call of his name, his eyes on Emma as hers fell upon him and took in the lines on his forehead, the hard set of his jaw and the stiffness of his posture and she felt for him, she truly did. Both had awoken to find themselves in the presence and the lives of a complete (but apparently not if they should believe the words of others) stranger yet she'd woken to find herself in the comfort of her own home, her own bed. He'd woken in a completely different world filled with things he knew nothing of and people he'd barely recognised.

"I'm sorry," he managed after a moment of just staring at Emma, staring through her if Regina was to be the judge and her heart went out to him all the more. He looked so very lost. "I wasn't quite listening," his brow furrowed all the more as he glanced down to his clasped hands for a moment, blinking hard before looking back to the blonde standing at the arm of the sofa, "could you repeat the question?"

She smiled kindly at him, her own brow furrowed with the expression as she nodded once and then asked him "what is the last thing you can remember?" and then, "before this morning of course."

He heaved a heavy breath through his nose, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his neck with the discomfort he still felt that she, oddly, felt the urge to relieve for him though she knew not how to do such a thing nor why she wanted to. "My men and I had decided to spend the night in the Dark One's castle" Emma flinched subtly at that, Hook's hand coming to grasp at hers as she leaned into his side, "the news had just spread the the Evil-" he stopped abruptly at that, eyes finding Regina's for a brief moment before hers fell away, his quiet "sorry," met with the smallest of smiles as she shook her head in dismissal before he was continuing, "that the Queen's" and she found herself oddly glad that he dropped the adjective, "curse had broken and we were to head back to our camp the next morning." His head shook again as he tried to work through just what had happened to him when he told her "I'd just settled my son down to sleep beside me and managed to fall asleep myself when…"

"When you woke up here," Regina finally addressed him, though her eyes remained down as she spoke, "next to me."

He was saved answering by the opening and closing of the front door, all eyes moving to watch as a tall form came into view in the doorway, a form that had Regina's breath catching in her throat as she choked out a "Henry!?" because surely, the boy standing there could not be her-

"Mom!" She watched dumbly as he sprinted forward, dropping himself onto the sofa beside her and pulled her into his arms, his face burrowing in the crook of her neck as he held her to him. "You okay?" and when she didn't answer him, didn't hug him back as he'd expected her to, he pulled back enough to look at her, to find tears shimmering in her eyes as she looked at him, "Grandma and Grandma told me about what ha-"

"Shh…" she laughed somewhat brokenly as she brought a hand up to press her palm against his cheek, chuckling wetly when she felt a slightly stubbled cheek, "just let me look at you for a minute." He rolled his eyes at her for that but there was nothing but an affection that she hadn't seen in those wonderful eyes for such a long time. "I was right," she smiled so very warmly at him, laughing when he cocked his head and furrowed his brow before telling him "you are so very handsome."

"Mom!" he whined through a laugh as he shook his head at her, teenage embarrassment flooding through him with everyone's eyes on him, Robin's obviously curious as to the relationship between him and Regina, filtering into confusion when Roland came running from behind the sofa, leaving his imagination on the carpeted ground for a moment as he ran towards the boy, instantly jumping into his arms when Henry opened them wide for him and welcomed him easily with a "hey little buddy" that had Regina's eyes flashing over to his for a moment before falling back upon the boys beside her. He caught the softness of those dark orbs as she forgot herself for a moment and just watched them interact.

"Are Papa and Regina fighting Henry?" he asked when he'd been settled back down on the ground, his little hands resting upon Henry's jean clad thighs as he patiently awaited an answer.

The older boy laughed uncomfortably, shifting slightly in his seat as he glanced around at the other adults, all completely speechless, before looking back to Roland and telling him "no, of course not," before continuing with "they're just uh…not feeling too well today…"

Roland's mouth formed a little 'o' as he gasped, eyes wide and looked to Regina, moving towards her with complete confidence and utter familiarity before pressing his hand against her stomach, looking up at her and asking "is it my sister? Is she okay?" to which Regina could only stare in absolute shock at him for a long moment before glancing up at a wincing Henry, looking over at a completely astounded Emma and Hook and finally, allowing her eyes to fall on a rather pale Robin Hood as he stared at his son's hands placed protectively over her stomach. A blanket of quiet fell over the room until Henry was giving a gentle cough and telling them all "yeah, Mom's kinda pregnant", to which the only answer, the only possible response was complete silence because, well shit.

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