The Aftermath

Summary: Starts with the aftermath of the S3 finale. See what happens when Regina accidentally turns Emma into a 4 year-old little girl. Romantic parings: David and Snow, Hook and Emma, Robin and Regina, Rumpelstiltskin and Belle. #FrozenIsComing

This story is dedicated to Chrys1130 who inspired me with the idea to write it! This one's for you!

Emma and Henry walked by the water on a warm summer day in Storybrooke. It's warmer than usual and they were enjoying the sun.

"How are you kid?" Emma asked, she had not seen her son in a week. "How's Regina?" Emma asked tentatively. Regina was so angry at the sight of Robin and Marian the week prior that Emma thought it was a miracle that she wasn't charred to the crisp.

Henry exhaled sharply, "she's..." he sighed, "...she's... over wanting to kill you." Henry let out a small chuckle.

Emma rolled her eyes, "That's good I guess."

Emma didn't get it. What did the Regina want from her? She couldn't just let the innocent woman die. She didn't know she was Robin's wife, the woman didn't tell her who she was. It's not like she tried to destroy Regina's life. She buried her thoughts and looked into her son's eyes, "You planning on coming home anytime soon? You know, I am your mother too."

The preteen shook his head, "I can't do that. I need to be with her now. Besides, I think the only reason you are still alive is because I am keeping her company and helping her keep her mind off of... well... you know."

Emma looked at her watch, and knew it was time for her to get back to the station. She gave her son a hug, " Promise you'll come and see me more that just one a week, got it?" He nodded, and she kissed his forehead.

Regina was in the basement of her mansion trying to keep her thoughts off a certain someone.

She had been mixing concoctions all day for what seemed like no purpose. Suddenly, she felt something rub against her leg and it gave her such a start that she dropped a flask, she had been holding, on the ground. The flask shattered and her precious potion soaked into the floor.

"Damn you, furry beast!" She yelled at a small kitten, she then reached down and picked up the kitten that had just startled her by the scruff of it's neck, "See this mess? See what you did?" She yelled, expecting the kitten to understand.

"Can I please keep him, mom? You won't even know he's here, mom," She feigned Henry's voice and shook her head, "Regina, you're a fool," She sighed and put the kitten down.

With a whirl of her fingers, she had the broken pieces of her flask fused back together as if it never broke. Her potion, on-the-other-hand, was gone. She sighed and her brain went to a place where she new it shouldn't be.

What is he doing right now? She wondered silently. Did he miss her like she missed him?

"No, of course not," Regina stated solemnly aloud, "He has his family back. His family. Himself, Roland and..." she sighed, "that mousy Marian," She said through gritted teeth.

"Damn you, Emma Swan!" She shrieked and threw the flask, she had just fixed, at the wall and watched it shatter again.

Regina placed her head in her hands. She was so happy with in her new relationship. She could see a future with Robin. She could see wedding with Henry as the best man and Roland as the ring bearer. She could see further than that. She could see a future. She even imagined one day having a little girl to complete their family.

She never told Robin her musings, or anyone, really. She kept those thoughts to herself, but she still had them. Then that idiot Swan had to mess it all up for her. She is in fact so arrogant that she doesn't even know what she did. Regina pictured the dumbfounded look on Emma's face when everyone learned that she had reunited Robin with Marian.

Regina shook herself out of those thoughts. If she thought about it any longer she would have to kill the idiot and she already promised Henry she wouldn't.

Back to mixing her potions. Now she just had to figure out the ingredients of the concoction she just lost because of Henry's beast.

"No more thinking about him," She told herself as she began mixing again.

Henry walked into Granny's diner to order lunch for himself and Regina. As he walked in, he was greeted by Ruby's warm smile.

"Hi, Henry," she said, as he came to the counter.

"Hi," He smiled back, "I am ordering lunch to go. A cheeseburger and fries, and chicken Cesar salad, with low cal dressing on the side and lite on the croutons. One regular Pepsi and one Diet Pepsi with extra ice."

"Right away!" Ruby grinned as she took his order and placed it on the wheel so Granny could prepare it.

"You've really grown up, Henry," Granny said through the small window which separated the kitchen from the rest of the restaurant, "I still remember when Regi- your mom brought you in here for the first time. You were so little and sweet, but man did you cry!"

Henry and Ruby laughed.

"Now you are in here all by yourself, ordering lunch. You are so grown up!" Ruby clasped her hands together.

"I think you are going to make me cry," said Granny, through the window of the kitchen.

Henry laughed and asked, "How much do I owe you?"

"$19.25," The waitress answered and Henry gave her 30 and told her to keep the change, "Smart young man too. Your order will be right up. Here are your drinks." Ruby handed the the young man two soft drinks in to-go cups.

He took his Pepsi and sat down in the nearest booth to wait. Henry took time to think for a bit. He missed Emma a lot, but Regina really needed him now. He had to admit, he was having a great time. She had softened so much. She was the best mom in the world until he was about 8 and started questioning things, things that he now identifies as part of the curse. That is when she got harsher and sent him to see Dr. Hopper.

Now that the curse had been broken, twice, and so much had happened between her and the Charmings, Regina was back normal. At least she was the mom that he knew and loved. She even let him have a pet, and she hates pets. Henry smiled to himself. He would still visit Emma and his grandparents. This is how it would be for now.

His smile faded when he thought about Regina. Yes, they were having a great time together. She was even teaching him how to make potions, but she clearly wasn't well. She was very broken-up about this Robin Hood thing, but wouldn't say it out loud, unless she was cursing Emma. She promised she wouldn't hurt Emma, and she'd kept her word. He still worried for her.

He had never seen her in a relationship ever. She was so happy. Truth be told, he missed Robin Hood too. How cool would it have been to have Robin Hood as his step-dad? He would have had the coolest Step-dads in the world, Robin Hood and Captain Hook? That is every 12-year-old boy's dream. Now that Neal had passed, he needed a father. Sure, David was great, but he really wanted a dad.

Hook had been looking into getting a new ship, now that the Jolly Roger was gone, and promised to give Henry sailing lessons.

Robin had promised archery lessons. Henry assumed he would lose those now.

"Henry?" A familiar male voice said his name. He turned to see the archer himself.

"Hi," Henry said tentatively, not knowing what to say.

"How are you, lad?" Robin asked, "Um...and how's your mother?"

Henry looked at him, confused. He seemed to have genuine concern about his mom, "She's fine. She's letting me be her apprentice for the summer." Henry smiled, "Nothing too dangerous, just potions."

"Oh," Robin let out a dry laugh, "That's... um... unique. So... I promised to teach you how to use a bow and arrow, do you you still want to learn?"

"YEAH!" Henry replied excitedly, then immediately calmed himself, "I will have to ask my mom first."

"Of course." Robin looked down. He clearly had more to say, but looked afraid to ask, " Can you deliver a message for me?" he finally did ask.

"Um... okay, sure." Henry was wondering how Regina would feel about this.

"Can you just tell your mother that I'm sorry for everything," Robin stated solemnly. He looked as though he was about to say something further, when he was interrupted.

"Robin?" A young woman walked into Granny's with Roland who immediately ran to him.

Henry smiled and lifted Roland up. The woman, Henry recognized her as the woman he saw Robin hugging a week ago, It must be Marian. She did not look pleased.

"Henry? Order's up." Ruby smiled.

"His missed playing with you at the park," Robin reported and smiled as his son hugged Henry.

"Well, bring him along if we can do the archery lessons. I can play with him at the park for a little while after," Henry said, and watched Robin nod. He watched as Marian's eyes bulged.

"What's your name?" The young woman stepped forward and inquired.

"Henry," Henry answered.

"You're the queen's son?" She pressed, starting to get angry.

Henry was almost frightened.

"Marian, take Roland home, I will be there in a bit," Robin defused the situation and Henry watched as the woman picked up Roland and left.

"I have to go home now," Henry said as he reached for this order, placing the to-go bag around his wrist and taking both drinks in his hand, "I'll talk to my mom," was the last thing he said to Robin, and he exited from Granny's and walked home.

"Look at this one," Snow cooed at pictures of her new baby, "and this one," she smiled, "Oh and look at these!" Snow was just giddy about motherhood. She had taken some many pictures of her son already, and was preparing his baby book.

David walked in, holding their little bundle in arms. He was sound asleep in his father's arms.

"Still putting that thing together?" The new father asked.

"Yes, it has to be perfect," said Snow as she tried different photo arrangements.

David chuckled as he carried the baby into the living room and sat in the new rocking chair that they'd purchased.

As Snow was putting together Neal's baby book, and she suddenly got very sad. She was very happy with her new baby, but couldn't help feel sad that she didn't have a book for Emma. She had two children, not just one. She completely missed out on her first child.

"What's wrong?" David asked. Snow loved how they were always so attuned, always of one heart. It was an utter consuming and constant revelation that the same heart beat in both their chests.

"I'm happy. I really am," Snow put down her pictures to sit next to David on the couch, "I love you, Charming, and I love Neal, but-"

"You can't help felling that we missed out on Emma growing up," He finished her sentence, which brought a smile to Snow's face.

"Here I am, making Neal's book, selecting the perfect picture, and I don't have any pictures of Emma growing up. I don't even know what she looked like as a child. I didn't see her take her first step, I don't know what her favorite color was, I don't know who her first crush was," Snow breathed deeply, and tried not to cry, "All I know about my own daughter is that she was raised in foster care."

Charming rose from the chair, gentling lifting his son, and sat down next to his wife, "I know that. It's hard. Look at everything we've gained. We have Neal now, if we didn't lose Emma when we did, we might now have him. We have a grandson that we definitely wouldn't have had."

Snow scoffed, "Thank you for trying to cheer me up, Charming, but that doesn't exactly make me feel better. I still missed out on my daughter, and just wish I had something from her childhood other than the memory of her being taken from my arms and sent through the wardrobe."

Snow rose from the couch and walked towards her bed, she needed to lie down for a bit. Before she left David, she turned, "I do love Neal and Henry very much. I am glad to have them."

Rumpelstiltskin and Belle walked into his estate arm in arm. They spent their honeymoon on a luxury yacht by the docks. Since the second curse broke, they discussed going on their honeymoon in London or Paris, but decided to stay in town. Neither one of them wanted to step over the town line and chance meeting Lacey again.

"We're home, Mrs. Gold," Rumple was trying his best to be romantic.

"That we are, Mr. Gold," Belle giggled and lightly pecked her husband on the lips.

The pair walked in and sat down in the kitchen. Rumple opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for himself. He was about to pour one for his new wife, but she asked for water instead.

Belle looked around the kitchen, looking deep in thought. She was contemplating something and he knew it.

"What is going on in that beautiful brain of yours?" He asked as he sipped his wine.

She grabbed her glass and answered, "I know we talked about buying a new place, but I was thinking we could remodel this one. Make it our place."

"What brought this on?" Rumpelstiltskin asked in concern, Belle had gone on and on about how she wanted them to get a new place since they got engaged. What could have changed her mind? Perhaps she was concerned about placement of the fake dagger she possessed? Buying a new house shouldn't worry her about the dagger.

"Well, look at this place, Rumple," Belle stood up and took her husband by the arm, "It's beautiful, we can use this foundation and make it our home. I don't want to change too much-"

"You can change whatever you like," He smiled and followed as she lead him towards the bedrooms.

"Look at this room, It's meant to be guest room, but we never have guests," She showed him the large guest room, and he was still unclear about what she was trying to say, "We can use it for something more important to us. Perhaps a library, or a theater, or... maybe...a baby's room?"

"A baby's room? Are you?" He found his heart was about to sing, his hopes very high.

"No," Belle reluctantly answered, " but, I'd like to be. How would you feel about that? I know it hasn't been that long since you lost Baelfire."

"Shh," he quieted her and lightly pressed a finger to her lips, "I think it would be fantastic!"

It would be. All Rumpelstiltskin wanted was a family, and now he found some he loves, and loves him, who wants to have a family with him. He put his arms around her kissed her deeply.

This would be truly fantastic.

Emma walked into the police station. It was empty since her father had been off caring for her mother and brother. Emma sighed, she missed Henry. She would have him every other week if it wasn't for that damn Regina and her anger issues. She had already tried to apologize earlier in the week, but stubborn Madam Mayor refused to receive her when she came calling.

Emma sat at her desk and crossed her arms. Pouting was the only thing she could do right now. She was almost enjoying the sound of silence. Yet her silence was soon interrupted.

"Have you ever fancied the idea of coital relations in a public place? How about on your desk with the lights on and the windows open?" said the only man Emma knew to be so conceited and blunt, "I do so appreciate idea of you on your back, calling my name aloud. Harder Killian, harder." The pirate chuckled.

"You're a pig!" Emma picked up, the closest thing she could find and threw it at him.

"At least I've got your attention, Swan!" Hook made his way to Emma's desk.

"You know I do carry a loaded gun," Emma informed him, as she reached for it.

"Calm down, Swan," He grinned and put his hand over hers. Emma couldn't help but feel a bolt of electricity shoot up her arm, "I am here because you haven't spoken to me in week. After that little incident between you and the queen at Granny's, you have completely cut me out. We had a moment earlier that night, don't tell me it's all over."

The blonde woman sighed and turned away from him. Emma had enjoyed that kiss and wanted to move forward with Hook, but didn't feel up to pursuing anything after last week. She thought she was doing the right thing, but now, especially since her decision had cost her Henry, at least temporarily, she wondered if maybe she had been too rash.

"I warned you," The swashbuckler interrupted her thoughts, as though he read her mind, "I told you bringing back that woman could have unforeseen consequences, and now you have to deal with them."

"I know," Emma breathed deeply, she had still not turned around to face him, "I couldn't let her die. She was just an innocent woman." She felt Hook come up behind her. So close that she could feel his warm breath on her neck. She closed her eyes and he pressed his lips to the sensitive area under her earlobe.

"We have to deal with the consequences, but we don't have to deal with them now. We can talk about more important things, like me." That got a laugh out of Emma and she turned to face him, "I need you to answer my question. Is it all over between us? That would be very sad, especially considering that we had barely just begun."

"That would be sad indeed," Emma reached her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly, only to have him pull her close and deepen the kiss. She could feel his hand and hook on her lower back.

"Now why don't we move this to your desk. The lights are on and the windows are already open," He gave her a suave smirk and lifted an eyebrow.

"Oh... you-" Emma was about to call him an arrogant ass when he pulled her into another kiss. Open mouthed enough to slip his tongue inside and message the roof of mouth.

Emma tried to suppress her moans because she didn't want him getting even more full of himself than he already was. Each time she felt his him caress her tongue with his, she lost a little more control until finally let out a full blown moan of pleasure, which was exactly what he wanted to hear since Emma could feel his lips curl upward as he continued to kiss her.

"Alright," She panted, "I am not doing it here. I can close early, and we can go back to my apartment." She didn't seem able to remove her lips from his. He was the one who finally stopped it.

"Lead the way, Love, you can hold my hook," He held out his hook for her to take of hold of.

She shook her head and took his hook, then led them to her yellow bug.

Robin arrived home to find his wife struggling with their son.

"Roland, Mama said it's time to put your toys away," Marian stated firmly. Roland only looked at her and giggled, "No!" the four-year-old answered defiantly.

Marian then grabbed the little boy and tried to force him to clean up his toys. The boy started to scream and wail before Robin steped in.

"Hey!" The father yells, and comes to pick up Roland, "Please be a good boy and clean up these toys, and it's almost rest time for you. Once this mess is cleaned, off to bed." Robin set the boy down and he quickly obeyed his father.

Robin breathed deeply as he watched his son leave. This past week hadn't been easy. Robin, Roland, and the merry men had been in the same routine for 30 years. In the last few months, Regina had become part of their routine as well. She had been his girlfriend, and she doted on Roland; bought him ice cream and toys, but she wasn't trying to mother him, at least not yet. They were taking their relationship slowly, which was part of its appeal.

Now with Marian back, there was no taking it slowly. She was Roland's mother, and his wife. For what had been 30 years for him was like yesterday for her. She wanted to just step right back in where she left off, but it wasn't were they left off.

The outlaw soon came out of this thoughts at the sound of Marian weeping, "What's wrong?" He asked as he strode from where he had just put Roland down to the place where Marian was siting.

"My son hates me," She cried. She buried her head in hands.

"No! He doesn't," Robin put an arm around and his wife and whispered in her ear, "he doesn't hate you. He's just not used to you-"

"I know! I know!" Marian raised her voice as her tears quickly turned into anger. "It's been 30 years for you!" She shot up from her chair and walked a few steps away from him, "Long enough to for you to start courting your wife's killer," She said under her breath, but Robin heard it loud and clear.

"That's not fair!" He stood and shouted, "I didn't know anything about it. I thought your death was my fault." He hit his chest with the side of his fist, " I didn't know you were captured, I didn't you were thrown in the queen's dungeon, and I didn't know you were executed!"

She turned and pointed at him, "Okay, well now that you know, what are you going to do about it?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about?" She screamed and came almost face to face with him, "When I told you what that evil witch did to me, I expected you to put an arrow through her heart. Instead, you are giving her son archery lessons and asking me what I am talking about."

"Marian," He sighed, and sat back down, "You are not dead. Regina didn't kill you, you were saved, I can't kill her for doing nothing."

"She kept us apart for 30 years and that is nothing to you? I can't believe this." She let out an annoyed moan and turned her back to him.

Marian was right he thought. Regina had done a lot, and he was still so confused. He really liked Regina. He teased her about her being a good kisser, which she was, but it was more than that. He liked her passion, and her feisty attitude. Regina was a hard person for anyone to get along with, but once he was able to get to her to take down the iron walls she put up, she was wonderful; a great companion, a loving mother, and seemed to be the missing piece he had been looking for.

Now Marian was back. She is his wife and the mother of his child. He knew he had to make the honorable choice.

"Marian," He said lightly and took her in his arms from behind, "Look, her boy, is also Emma's boy. Emma saved you, remember? It's only fitting that I give him archery lessons as a thank you to Emma. And... Regina has suffered too, trust me."

Marian nodded and turned in Robin's arms, "Are we going to get passed this?"

"Of course we will," He soothed, and he gave her a strong hug and she put her head on his shoulder.

"Mom? Lunch is ready!" Regina heard Henry say from upstairs, she was still down in her basement trying to replicate what she had dropped earlier.

"Hey, beast! Your master is home!" She told the kitten standing on the window sill.

"Mom?" Henry came down the stairs, "Lunch is ready."

"Thank you, dear, I will be up later," stated Regina and she continued to mix.

"Mom, you have been at this all day. You have to take a break for lunch," Henry told his mother, "Give it a rest now, and after lunch I will come down stairs and help you. I am supposed to be your apprentice, remember?"

"Yes, I remember," the queen sassed, " I would love to come upstairs, but that beast of yours destroyed all of the work we did this morning."

"His name is Sam, and I he didn't mean too," Henry protested.

"His name is dog food, if he does that again," Regina countered.

"Take a break," Henry wrapped his arms around Regina. She sighed, put her flask down and went up stairs for lunch.

As they were eating, they began discussing what their plans were for the summer. Henry said that he really wanted archery lessons.

"You can have archery lessons, Snow can use a bow and arrow," The mother said while she ate her salad, conveniently trying to stay off the subject of a certain someone.

"She can, but she just had a baby," Henry concluded, and looked as if he was nervous.

"What is it, Henry?" The mother questioned.

"I ran into Robin, at Granny's. He said he could still give me lessons if I want them. I said I would have to ask you first." Henry looked down at his half eaten burger.

Regina closed her eyes and started to rubbing her own temples. She could feel a migraine coming. She didn't mind Henry associating with Robin, she still cared for him herself. She had of mental image of Robin showing Henry how to use a bow and arrow, and Roland sitting on her lap as they watched. It was a nice image until her mind betrayed her, and her face turned to Marian's. That image made her shudder.

"He also said that Roland missed playing with me at the park," The boy explained, then took a sip of his soda.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back, "Alright, you can go. I don't to hear too much about it. Just what you learned. I don't want to know about him, okay?"

Henry shook his head in agreement, "There's something else."

"What?"

"Robin asked me to tell you something. He said to tell you that he's sorry for everything," Henry watched his mother roll her eyes.

Regina's blood was about to boil. He's sorry? He's so sorry that he never even bothered to talk to her after his precious Marian came back. He's not sorry! Why did she have to miss him so much?

Regina sighed aloud.

"I saw Emma today," Henry informed his mother, who gave him the evil eye.

"Oh?" The queen tried to keep her anger under control.

"Why can't you forgive her? She didn't do it to hurt you!" Henry exclaimed.

"Henry! We've been over this! I know that she is your family too, along with the rest of them, and its fine for you keep up the relationship, but I don't want any part of it. I am tired Henry. TIRED!" Regina yelled, but when she saw the look on her son's face, she softened, "You don't need to worry. I am not going down the path I went down before. I will just stay away from them, all of them."

They were silent for along time, and Regina picked at her salad, and Henry finished his burger and fries.

"Do you know what I want, Mom?" Henry asked, and Regina looked his way, "I was planning my 13th birthday party a couple of weeks ago. I wanted my grandparents, including Mr. Gold and Belle, to be there. I wanted baby Neal, my friends at school, Roland, Robin, and Hook to be there. Most of all, I wanted both of my moms to celebrate with me in the same place. I can let of some things go, but I can't let go of you not being there!"

Regina was almost in tears. At least Henry loved her. She opened her arms and brought him into a motherly embrace. She would make his birthday party happen, but still didn't see the possibility of forgiving Emma Swan. Perhaps she could conjure up a forgiving potion.

Hook and Emma cuddled underneath the covers in Emma's bed.

She rested her head on his bare chest and rested her eyes.

He had an arm around her, and his hook behind his head. He laid there with smirk on his face that showed he was very proud of himself.

"This was quite lovely, wouldn't you say?" Hook asked, just wanting to be told that he was the master of the bedroom.

Emma murmured in agreement against his chest.

"Swan?"

"What?" Emma was getting frustrated because she just wanted to bask in the afterglow and he was interrupting.

"Have you ever been to a place called a movie theater? I am told it's a place of entertainment," He snuggled closer to her.

Emma scoffed and answered, "Yes I have been to the movies many times."

"Would you like to accompany me there, darling? Then have dinner at Granny's afterward? Perhaps next Saturday night," The pirate asked.

Emma sat up, she couldn't believe what she was hearing, "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"If that is what courting is called in this land, then yes I am," Hook nodded and waited for her reply.

Wow. She thought. Just wow. First he traded his beloved ship for her, and now he asking her out on a real date, "I would love to," she giggled aloud, still in awe that she stole this pirate's heart.

"Good," He smiled, "Now lie back down as you were," He lightly patted his chest with his hook.

She shook her head and complied. Without realizing, she fell asleep, when she awoke, it was already 11pm.

"Oh my god," Emma said when she saw the time, "How could you let me sleep this long?" She was out of bed in the a minute putting her clothes back on.

"Well, you looked so peaceful," he chucked, "What is going on? Do you have to meet another gentlemen caller?"

"No! I was just planning to try to apologize to Regina again. Try to smooth things over." She said as she buttoned up her shirt.

"Well it's late at night now. It's unlikely that the queen will receive you. Can't you wait until morning? I still have the stamina for a few more rounds," He smirked.

"Hook! Come on!" Emma threw his shirt at him, and he sighed and put it in. "Killian, we can come back pick up where we left off. I really need to try to smooth this over with Regina. I still feel that I did the right thing, but I also can't help but feel that I ruined her life," Emma broke up at the end, and Hook was at her side in an instant.

"I will accompany you to Regina's house, my love," he pulled her close, "Darling, Regina has made her own bed too. I warned you of consequences, that we now have to deal with. But, she has done her share of sins, and now one is back to visit her."

"I know," Emma cried into his shoulder, "But everything was moving forward, and I ruined it." Emma didn't feel bad about saving Marian, she didn't. She just wished that she hadn't rocked the boat in Storybrooke. Everything was going so well, and now it wasn't.

"Alright, we are going to go to her home, late at night, to try to smooth it over," Hook shot Emma a true smile.

Emma nodded, and nuzzled his neck.

Emma glanced at Hook sitting in her yellow Volkswagen. She watched as he winked and her she continued her trek to the front door of the mayor's mansion. She swallowed and knocked on the door. She waited for a good 60 seconds before she knocked on the door again.

To Emma's dismay, there was no answer. She tried to open the door and found it unlocked. She peeked her head in and everything was dark, "Regina?" she called, "Henry?" No answer.

She walked all the way in, and had to feel her way in the dark because no lights were on. She looked around and finally saw one light shinning through the bottom of a door. She went towards it and opened it. It was the door to the basement.

She walked through the door and went down the stairs, "Hello?" she called out. Her eyes widened because Regina's basement looked like a science laboratory from a movie.

"May I help you?" an angry, familiar voice hissed, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Emma looked up and saw an angry Regina with her hands on her hips, giving her the glare of certain death.

"I wanted to talk," Emma said, "Where's Henry?"

"He's asleep!" the mayor snapped, "Where the hell else would he be? Do you think I'd let my 12-year-old son wander the streets in the middle of the night?

"Of course not," Emma answered calmly. This wasn't going to be easy. Regina may not kill her, but she sure as hell wasn't going to forgive her anytime soon either. It was crystal clear that Regina wanted her head on a spike, but wouldn't put it there because of Henry.

"Look, Regina," Emma pleaded, "I'm sorry. Okay?" Emma was very sincere in her apology, and did not expect the woman in front of her to start laughing.

"Your sorry?" Regina asked through her dry laugh, "You really are just like your mother aren't you? Both of you have destroyed my life in one way or another, and I am supposed to forgive you because your sorry. You didn't mean too. You didn't know. This is becoming a farce."

Emma took a long exasperated sigh and watched as Regina turned and went to her potions. Emma stopped for a second and watched Regina as she mixed and poured. The potion in her had was different than usual. Regina's potions were usually a neon purple, this was a neon pink. She didn't know what it was, but she did know that Henry was her apprentice, so it wasn't anything deadly.

"Regina-" Emma breathed, "Can't you think of it from my point of view? This woman was going to be put to death for nothing. What else could I do?"

"You could have left it alone, you arrogant, stupid girl!" She turned to look at Emma straight in the eyes, "Because the truth is, you don't know anything about her. What if she tried to kill Henry to get even with me? What would do then? Say 'oops, sorry, he's only our son.'" Regina mocked and turned her back to Emma.

Emma shook her head. She stepped closer to the scowling queen.

"You know, you are such a child-" Regina shouted and turned.

Emma was standing right behind Regina, without her knowledge. She watched as the mayor jumped in surprise and the pink potion in Regina's hand accidentally spilled all over her. Emma instantly found herself engulfed in a cloud of pink smoke.

She felt dizzy and began coughing, as she closed her eyes tight. Her hands and fingers went numb, as did her legs and feet. Some how she kept her balance.

Emma opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was a wide eyed Regina, her mouth agape. She looked so much taller than usual.

"Emma?" Regina said in the form of a question. Was she unsure?

"I'm alright." Emma said and immediately covered her mouth. There was something wrong with her voice. It sounded so small. She looked down and saw that her legs and arms had shrunk. She looked around the room, and everything was bigger. The table was taller, she could barely see the science experiments on top of it. The ceiling was much higher. Had Regina transported them to Wonderland?

Emma looked around some more and spotted a mirror. She ran towards it. When she looked at the looking glass, her mouth dropped, her eyes widened, and she gasped. It wasn't her reflection starring back at her, but the reflection of a 4 -year- old little girl.