A/N: This fic is set 16 years after season 5 and features Robin's daughter by Zelena as a teenager coming of age.

Emily Locksley had her father's easy smile and her mother's temper. Sixteen years old, with long red hair and blue eyes she would probably have been one of the most popular girls in school even if she wasn't technically a princess, but the thing that really limited her dating wasn't her father deciding to sharpen arrow heads while boys came over the big white house on Mifflin Street, or even the Queen who might have done bad things in the past but now mostly restricted her evil to showing a lot more cleavage and leg than either her two sons or teenage daughter were entirely comfortable with. No, Emily's problem was that she had two big brothers, Roland had just started working for the Sheriff's department, and nothing killed any chance of having a first kiss after school than a police cruiser 'accidently' turning on its siren.

She tried to talk to aunt Emma about it but that only provoked a lot of questions about who she was kissing rather than Roland being told to mind his own business.

And not for the first time she hated living in a small town where everyone knew everyone's business.

The truth was the kissing thing had mostly been for show. She was pretty and her parents were famous in town and everyone wanted to know who she was going to take to the Spring Ball and she didn't know how to even ask the person she wanted to ask. Phil was nice and all, and it made the creepy royal watchers happy, but they both knew she wasn't really interested in him.

She bit her lower lip and tried to psych herself up as she walked across the gather of people before the Storybrooke High School football game. Alex Herman was talking in a group and Emily cursed her luck, hoping not to have an audience, when she saw one of the football players walking by her grab her butt and she heard the other girl yelp and turn.

She didn't know where the anger came from, but she closed the distance between herself and the guy, pulling him by his jersey to make him face her, "Hey you don't treat people like that. Apologize to her."

He laughed, glancing at his friends, "It's no big deal. Alex knows it's a compliment."

He nodded to the other girl who was now looking red with embarrassment. "It's nothing, Em."

"It's something! He needs to apologize and not treat women that way."

He laughed and looked at his friends and something in his face, in his laugh, set her blood boiling and before she knew it her hand was wrist deep in his chest. He was grunting in pain and everyone around them fell dead silent.

She felt the warmth of his heart in her fingers and a voice in the back of her mind told her how easy it would be to just yank it out. "Apologize."

"Sorry." He said immediately.

"Emily. Em..." She heard Roland's voice through the fog of her anger and she saw him approaching his hands up but suddenly aware that he wasn't in big brother mode but cop mode.

And she realized what she was doing and suddenly let go of his heart yanking her hand out of his chest and looking down at it like it was something alien to her body.

"What the fuck are you?" The football player was holding his chest above his heart and Emily looked around to see everyone was staring at her in disgust. Including Alex. Well everyone except Roland who put an arm around her and started walking her away from the crowd.

"I need you to breath slowly and try and calm down."

She nodded and let him sit her in the front seat of his patrol car. He crouched down in front of her and took both her hands. "What happened back there?"

"I ... I don't know I was just suddenly so angry and I ... what did I do?"

"You nearly ripped out Eric Moore's heart... which I would have been tempted to do myself a few times when I was in school with him so I understand but it's probably not advisable."

"That's ... no..." she shook her head. "I don't have magic."

"Apparently you do."

He reached into his jacket and gave her a granola bar, "Eat this. I don't know how much magic that was but you look like you are about to pass out."

"You're not going to tell anyone ..."

"Emily, I'd love to protect you from everything in the world but about half the town just saw that. Mom and Dad will find out. And by tomorrow there will be a betting pool on it at Granny's."

"Betting on what?" She asked shocked.

He shrugged, "They'll find something to bet on. You ready?"

"Ready for what?"

He bit his lip, "You kind of nearly killed another student. I really have to take you down to the station."

"I'm your sister."

"Which is why I'm asking if you're ready." He tilted his head, "So are you?"

She nodded and he gave her shoulder a squeeze.

They sat her in one of the side rooms while Emma and the boy's parents had a serious talk in her office and he kept looking over through the windows like he expected Emily to launch herself at him again. "So I hear you were kissing Sleeping Beauty's kid today." She turned to see her parents standing in the door. "Do I need to scare him?"

She blushed deeply, and Robin gave Regina a look, "What it was either talking about the kissing or the magic and I thought the kissing was a safer subject."

Robin shook his head fondly as he usually did at her bluntness , "Come on, we're taking you home."

"I'm not going to jail..." She said nervously.

"I talked to the young man's parents, who are willing to accept a written apology, which you will write. And to stay away from their son for the rest of the school year." Robin said.

"And you're not mad? About the... magic?"

Robin smiled and kissed her forehead, "Regina and I have been expecting the magic for a long time. I'm... not happy about exactly how it manifested but Roland said you were sticking up for one of your friends. That boy is twice your size."

"A rather think he got a good lesson from the experience too." Regina added despite the slightly exasperated look from Robin. "But for now we're taking you home. It's late."

She just nodded and picked up her school bag and slung it over her shoulder. As she was walking out they passed Eric and his family, and his mother looked at her and shook her head and for the first time in her life Emily realized that the look was hate and fear. She'd seen the way some of the people still looked at Regina around town. She knew what it looked like. And she knew what it meant.

"Wicked girl," Eric's father muttered and the Mills-Locksley's kept walking. Emily looked at her feet and she didn't see the ice cold look her mother gave the man silently commanding him not to say another word.