Writer's Block (and all the other things that happen in the average day of Henry Daniel Mills)

Henry finds that even the great Author can get a serious case of writer's block. Emma and Regina try and give inspiration, only to find that muses are found in the most unorthodox places.

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SMACK

A head of blonde hair appeared in his peripheral vision. Followed by the telltale clicking of his brunette mother's heels on the second floor landing. Henry groaned softly.

"I give up." He muttered, not even bothering to raise his head off the writing desk. The 15 year-old had been trying to start his English paper for the last hour. After coming back from the Underworld and getting back into the groove of school, he found himself wishing he had put it off for another week.

"Oh come on kid, it can't be all that bad." Emma laughed, poking his side before pulling the assignment closer to her to skim. "This should be easy, Hen! It's a fictional take on a historical event. You do this stuff everyday!"

Her son lifted his head slowly, giving his mother a completely exasperated look. "That's the thing, Ma! I can't make up anything because it's probably true. Somehow, someway, for someone in this town." He glared at a point on the wall. His frustration made more evident in the way the hall lights began to flicker.

"Henry." Came Regina's voice from the doorway of the den, where the other occupants of the house were seated. "What have we discussed about magical control?"

"Magic is energy that resides inside every living thing. What determines the level of energy, and thus the use of someone's magic is directly linked to their minds, and by extent, their emotions. Because I have a large amount of untapped natural energy, it is important that I keep a firm hold on my emotions. Ensuring that my magic does not unintentionally harm those around me." Emma took a good minute to stare at her son, then turned accusatory eyes on Regina.

"You are teaching our son to bottle up his emotions?" The bolde half yelled.

Regina scoffed, "Of course not Miss Swan. This is only a temporary means to keep his magic in check while he learns to control it."

"Still, can't we-"

"Do you have a better idea? Because the last time I checked, it took you becoming the Dark One to gain full control of your own magic." Emma eyes narrowed and she growled softly.

"You know, out of the two of us, I don't believe you're the one who gets to harass me about dark magic." Hurt flashed in both their eyes, but neither acknowledged it.

'You know,' Henry pondered from his front row seat 'They say the ones you hold closest hurt you the most.'

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Emma's yelp of pain jarred Regina from her nap. The brunette had spent the better part of the afternoon avoiding both her son and his other mother after the spat she`d had with Emma earlier in the day. The truce that seemed to come easily in Hell had become strained; almost to the point where the air around them became heavy with a tension neither woman understood. It was almost to the point where they couldn't even stand to be in a room together. Whenever they met in the station, or in her office they always seemed to get into some kind of argument. It was reminiscent of Emma's first year in Storybrooke, but now, she and the Savior were armed with the other's secrets, their pasts.

It hurt.

The mayor was loathe to admit it in the first few weeks, but now she could barely stand how much hurting Emma Swan pained her. Her musings were cut off by the door to her room flying open. Henry rushed in panicked and guilty, Emma seconds behind him protesting every step, neither happy it seemed.

"- fine kid! There's no need to-"

"But Ma! It could be poisoned or something! What if you get sick or die or-"

"Enough!" Regina looked from mother, to son, and back to mother. "What happened?"

"Nothing, Regina. Henry's just overre-"

"No i'm not!" Henry cut in, glaring at his blonde mother, before turning frantic eyes on her. "Emma was bitten, it was one of your flowers."

"She what?!" Quickly leaping from her bed, Regina scanned Emma for blood and spotted a small, weeping gash just above her left ankle. The princess let out a small 'omph' as she hit the floor, having had one of her legs literally pulled out from under her. Nimble fingers probed the skin around the laceration and watched in dismay as purple-black lines crisscrossed the skin around it. "When did this happen?"

She glanced up at the blonde, watching her grimace, but not receiving an answer.

"It had to have been a little more than an hour ago, when we were in the backyard." Henry provided. Regina eyed her son critically. She knew her son was aware of the dangers of being in her garden without her. Just as she thought, the teen was quick to correct himself. "The ball landed near one of the flower beds, Ma got it and we kept playing. I didn't know she got bit till a few minutes ago."

"I did not get bit Henry!" Emma finally spoke after being silent for the whole ordeal. "One of the vines scratched me, i'm good." Regina squeezed her ankle, effectively gaining her attention.

"Was it a flower or a vine Miss Swan?" Emma gave the older woman a scowl, tugging her leg away. Or trying to.

"What does it matter?"

"Because," Regina scowled back, holding the appendage more firmly in her lap. "You could be dead before sunrise."

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So I have this pretty much written. It won't be too long, maybe three or four chapters.

-rozenmiko