Author's Note: I was looking at this picture and I thought about what would Emma/JMO look like in a navy uniform and this drabble came to me, and there it played over and over in my head and I was filled with sadness. Silly I know.

Falling apart

"Do you have to go?" Henry asked, looking at his mother, all dressed in a navy white uniform, dog tags around the neck and everything.

"I do, I am if I don't I am a deserter, you will take care of him right?" asked Emma, looking over at the brunette.

"Henry, dear, give us a moment," Regina hated this, last time Emma had gone she had been gone for almost a year and she had only been home for about four months. Emma had figured she would want to do it after they had gotten back after saving Henry and Neal. She of course had enrolled, done the courses and being shipped off to war. Regina looked at her, she couldn't do this again, and worrying, wondering if she got back, and she hated it. She would never admit it though; fearing she would get the phone Emma was no longer….

Henry nodded and left the room, leaving his mommies to themselves. Before Emma could even think Regina had pulled her into an embrace, hugging her hard, tears she didn't even knew she had falling from her eyes.

Daring to hold her she whispered, "Regina, what the hell?!"

"Don't go, please, don't leave me," She was clinging to her now, much like a broken wife and they weren't even together.

"Regina?" Emma questioned again, wondering what on earth had happened to this otherwise strong and gathered woman to fall apart like this.

"I….last you were away I was worried sick about you, wondering if I would ever see you again. As I am your emergency call I was afraid to not hear you call to tell me that you fought, some fellow man or woman died, that you were dead. That I would be the one telling Henry," she got out under her sobs.

"Why do you care, why now, I though you hated me," Emma said, confused still.

"As did I until just now, please promise you will come back," Regina whispered, desperation in every word, fear.

"You know I can't…" Emma said there was only a 50-50 chance.

"Promise me, I need to hear you say it," she whispered, feeling more tears pressing on. She didn't care.

"I promise I will come back and when I do I will find you and make love to you good," Emma said, wondering where the heck that came from.

"Good, because I need you here, by my side, always," Regina whispered, before she knew it she was kissing Emma hard through her tears, until she ran out of breath. Her heart stood still, the world was spinning, Emma was blushing.

"Tell Henry goodbye, I don't need another crying Mills," a vague smile.

"Oh Emma, I love you," she whispered wondering where that came from, her heart most likely, her brain wasn't working she knew.

"I love you too, promise you will take care of our son like last," Emma said, now her tears was pressing on.

"Don't I always?" She whispered.

"You do," her tone soft as velvet, a final kiss to her love, was she even thinking it, oh to hell with logic, she kissed her once more. Then she walked out and the door slammed shut.

Regina's tears was flooding over as her (wo)man was off to fight in another war.

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