Emma's POV:
"What do you mean you're going on a road trip with Regina?" Killian asks me with a slight hint of disgust in his voice.
"We both have business in New York." I tell him bluntly, "I'm going to help her save Robin Hood and then she'll help me find Lily. There's no point going separately and the whole cavalry can't come because of Gold and Maleficent."
"But Swan-"He begins.
"But nothing, Killian, you stay here and look after Henry. I don't want him to be left with my parents so just keep him with you."
"Are you sure Regina will be okay with that?" He questions.
"Well, short of bringing him with us, what we agreed is out of the question, you are our only option other than Granny. He's good kid, but he's still a kid. He craves adventure and won't get it sat in the diner."
Killian nods at me and I give him a light kiss on the cheek.
"We'll only be gone for a few days."
"I'll be waiting for you." He winks.
Regina's POV:
"Why can't I come with you?" Henry moans at me as I fold up a few dresses into my suitcase.
"Your mother and I agreed that it would be best for you to stay here. While Zelena doesn't have magic out in the real world, she can still hurt you. At least here, you'll have protection from anyone who wishes to hurt you."
"But Cruella just kidnapped me!" He points out, "I'm not safe here!"
"Henry, sweetheart, you were never in any real danger from Cruella and you know that." I smile sadly at my dear son, "It's safer for you here. We'll be back in a few days. Besides, I think Emma could do with a break."
"From me?" He looks at me with sadness in his face.
"NO! No, darling, Emma loves you very much, we both do." I correct myself, "What I meant was, after what happened with Cruella, I think your mother needs a little break from... certain parts of Storybrooke."
I can tell he is about to object to my explanation so I quickly cut in again.
"And no, that doesn't mean that you are coming with us. It's too dangerous." I tell him.
Then the doorbell rings and moments later I hear it creak open.
"Regina?" I hear Emma call, "I'm here!"
"I'm upstairs with Henry! Come on up." I call back and then frown at Henry. "When is your mother ever early for anything?"
"When she knows that you'll pack all the wrong things!" Emma chuckles as she stands in the doorway. "May I?"
She gestures towards the suitcase on my bed.
"Be my guest." I nod and she stalks into the room, "I don't know what you're expecting though."
"This is what I was expecting." She pulls up one of the dresses and shakes her head at it.
"What's wrong with it?" I frown.
"We're going on a rescue mission, not to fashion week." She says bluntly and throws the dress at me.
"Uh, Sheriff!" I complain, "I do not want to have to iron the creases out so if you could be so kind as to place them in my arms then I will return them to their rightful place!"
By the time she is finished, all that is left in my case is my underwear, which both her and Henry shied away from. Henry in fact excused himself from the room when Emma lifted the blazer up which exposed my brassieres.
"It's just a bra, Emma." I smirk, "I can understand Henry's reaction but you wear them too!"
"I know... I just never thought the former Queen to wear bras..." She mumbles.
"Think of me naked often, then, do we?" I test with my eyebrow raised.
"Get lost." She pushes me lightly, "Where's all of your jeans?"
"I don't own any." I admit.
"Sweatpants?"
"Please remember that I was a Queen." I glare.
"So what do you wear when you're having a lazy day?" She frowns at me, "Wait, you were a Queen. Give me a minute."
She holds her arms out over my suitcase and closes her eyes. I can feel her conjuring magic and before I can question it, my case is filled with jeans, shirts and other various things that I would never wear.
"You're kidding me." I gape, I pull out a sweater with NYPD written across it, "I am not wearing this."
"Why not?" She frowns, "Before you insult any of it, it's all from my wardrobe. It's clothes you'll be able to run, fight and be comfy in."
"Why would I want to run?" I question her.
"We won't have magic out there. We need to be able to protect ourselves."
I sigh at the fact that she is right. I hate it when she's right.
"Okay... well, I'm packing some of my outfits too." I say.
I hear her groan as I turn my back to her and I chuckle under my breath.
Emma's POV:
Henry and I carry Regina's suitcase down to the car and I place the heavy bag on the floor for Regina to pass me her car keys as she refused to take my car.
When she does, she tells me that she want check that all of the windows and doors in the house are locked. Henry takes Regina's bag and I pick up my own luggage (which by the way is a simple duffle bag. The normal sized luggage for three days away) When I follow Henry out of the house, we see my parents standing sheepishly on the path.
"What are you guys doing here?" I ask them, trying not to seem to angry with them for Henry's sake.
"We wanted to see you off." David mumbles.
"And offer to look after Henry whilst you're gone." Mary-Margaret adds on.
"He's spending some time with Killian." I inform her as I load the case into Regina's Mercedes.
"There's no need for that, Emma, he has his own bed at the loft..." My father says.
"Hello, Snow, Charming." Regina appears next to me, "What are you doing here?"
"We came to wish you luck on your trip and offer to take Henry." Mary-Margaret tries.
"I thought he was staying with the one handed pirate?" Regina frowns lightly.
"He is." I butt in.
"I'm right here, everyone." Henry holds his hands up in the air, "Moms, if it's all the same to you, I'm going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa. Most of my stuff is there for school and that way I don't have to pack a bag to stay with Killian."
"Henry-" Regina begins, I can tell she's only trying to argue with him for my sake.
"It's fine, Regina." I Interrupt, "He's right. There's no point uprooting him just for a few days."
Regina nods at me and then gives Henry a hug good bye.
"We'll see you in a few days, stay out of trouble." Regina tells him, "And do your homework."
"I will, don't worry." He grins as they break away from the hug.
"I love you." She smiles at him.
"I love you too." He kisses her on the cheek and then turns to me.
"See you later kid." I say as I scruff his hair up.
"Love you ma!" He chuckles.
"Love you too, Henry." I pull him into a hug and then look at Regina. She's watching us with a loving look. A look I thought an interaction between Henry and I would never receive.
"We should hit the road." I tell her as I pull away from him.
"That, we should." She agrees.
We say goodbye to my parents and I hop into the passenger seat. We drive in silence until we are almost at the town line.
"He'll be okay, Emma." Regina assures me with a soft smile, "What they did... It was to protect you. They didn't know what they were getting involved in."
"Can we not talk about this now?" I plead with her, "I need to focus on the job in hand."
She nods at me in understanding and I spot the Storybrooke sign in the distance.
"Are you going to be okay going over the line?" I ask her.
"We'll find that out in a few seconds." She answers. She doesn't know? Before I can say anything, we shoot over the line. I feel my magic leave me and gasp lightly. Then I hear a louder gasp next to me and the car swerves in the road.
"REGINA!" I cry out as she almost goes off the road completely.
She slams down on the brakes and the car comes to a halt just before a tree.
"Emma I'm so sorry... That was my magic leaving me. I haven't been over the town line since the curse broke." She explains.
"Are you okay?" I ask her, placing my hand over her shaking one.
"Yes I'm fine. It was a shock is all." She lies.
"Get out of the car." I order her. I jump out and hurry round to the driver's side of the car.
She opens the door with a frown and stands next to me.
"What are you doing?" She asks me, "You're not driving. I'm fine!"
"No you're not." I look at her knowingly, "I'll do the first half of the drive and you can do the rest."
She huffs and then stomps round to the other side of the car knowing that she will not be able to beat me.
"New York here we come." I grin at her as she glares at me over the car bonnet.