I've been doing a bit of thinking over the past couple of days and I've decided that I want to write a CaptainSwan/OutlawQueen fic. It's based on the movie Mamma Mia however, this will have my own take on it as well so I hope you enjoy! I do not own either OUAT or Mamma Mia or any of the characters mentioned

Emma lay in her bed beside her sleeping fiancé and sighed. He was so good to her, he'd given up everything just to be with her yet Emma still wasn't satisfied with her life. There was something missing. She was twenty-years-old and still didn't know who her father was. Of course, she loved her mother but she would at least like to have an idea of who her dad could be so that's exactly why she stole her mother's old diary. Whilst reading it, she was shocked to discover that, instead of being directed straight to her father, she was given a choice between three men since her mother seemed to have been around a little when she was Emma's age. This, however, did not deter the young blonde from finding out who he was so, instead of asking her mother, she secretly wrote out wedding invitations addressed to the three men. Emma sighed. She kissed Killian on the forehead and made sure he was asleep before she got dressed and slipped outside of their bedroom.

The blonde slowly made her way through the small town with the invitations in her hand, searching for the nearest mailbox. As she stood in front of one, she looked at each individual envelope, reading the names before she sent them away.

"David Nolan... Robin Locksley... And Graham Humbert." She placed them in the mailbox, hoping that they would respond soon.

Emma closed her eyes tightly, her mother would kill her if she found out about any of this but Emma couldn't help it, she thought she deserved to know and she thought that her father should be able to see his daughter get married. She let out a shaky breath, not quite believing that may finally get to meet her father, and turned to get back to her fiancé.

A week later, David Nolan was preparing to catch a boat to a small island called Storybrooke. When he received an invitation to the wedding of Emma Swan and Killian Jones he was beyond confused, he had never met anyone by either of those names but as soon as read where the wedding was, he knew he couldn't miss it regardless of whether he knew the people or not. The blonde man thought back to his first time on the island when he met the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, she never called him by his real name, always Charming because she was so taken by him. David even thought they shared true love, as ridiculous as it sounds, but he had to return to New York since he was already engaged to someone. Of course, he never loved Kathryn just like she never loved him, they were only together because their parents were rich and they wanted to combine their businesses so David, being the good son that he was, felt obligated to propose. But that's not important right now, he had finished packing his suitcase and went outside to hail a cab so that he would make it on time, not that it mattered, he was already running late.

Meanwhile, Graham Humbert found himself in a similar situation, he too had never heard of the names on the invitation but he had to go after seeing that it would be in Storybrooke. The town was a second home to him, when he was younger he travelled there alone and met a woman. He knew that there wasn't any real love between the two but they were together for a short while nonetheless. They even kept in touch for a short while when he left the island but all of a sudden, her letters stopped and he hasn't heard from her since. He thought back to his time on island to see if he encountered anyone by the name of Emma Swan or Killian Jones but he couldn't think of anyone, they were strangers to the Irishman. Graham didn't know why but he felt liked he owed it to Mary Margaret to visit Storybrooke, even if she didn't live there anymore but he wanted to know why the letters stopped all of a sudden. She owed him that much. The bearded man quickly packed the rest of his clothes and went out to his motorbike, trying his best to make it to the boat on time.

Beside the boat that was set to leave for Storybrooke was another smaller yacht. Unlike the other two men, Robin Locksley didn't have to be on time, he owned this yacht so he could leave whenever he wanted. The man basically lived on his boat, if he wasn't there then he was camping with his young son, Robin hated being in the same place for too long, he liked to have his freedom. The brunette man picked up the invitation again, staring at it. He wasn't sure who either of the people were but he loved Storybrooke, there was something about the island that made him feel at home. Maybe it was to do with the young brunette that had showed him around when he sailed there years ago, who knows, it's not like he was in love with her, they were just really good friends. Besides, he knew her heart had already been taken by the time he arrived. However, the two decided that it was best they didn't keep in touch since Robin was constantly travelling and it would be difficult to get letters to him.

"Daddy," his five-year-old son called from the top deck.

"I'm coming, Roland." He shouted back before tucking the envelope back in his pocket and running up to his son, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder.

"Are you ready for an adventure?" He smiled.

His son gave him a toothy grin before eagerly nodding. Robin laughed at his boy before kissing him on the head and putting him down, going back to cook breakfast for the two.

Minutes later, two dark haired women were rushing to find seats on the boat that was about to leave at any second. The smaller of the two was struggling to walk because of her high heels, the other woman laughing before she took her arm and guided her to two free chairs. "Regina, I told you not to wear those shoes!" Ruby said laughing.

Regina rolled her eyes, "I am perfectly fine, this death trap just isn't sturdy enough!"

Ruby snorted. "Sure."

Regina shot her a look but didn't say anything; she knew her friend was right. Although she tried her best not to show it, Regina was excited that they were going to be reunited with Mary Margaret. The three had been best friends for as long as they could remember but they rarely saw Mary Margaret now since she moved to Storybrooke shortly after her father died. Her father had left her his hotel, Mary Margaret knew that the population in Storybrooke was next to nothing but she wanted to honour her father so she left her life in New York to start over. When she gave birth to Emma, she asked Regina to be her godmother and every time the older brunette visited them, Emma always got excited. She was definitely the blonde's favourite person to talk to.

Unfortunately, the two men who had been rushing to make the boat had missed it by seconds! David clambered out of the cab and grabbed his bags whilst Graham rushed off his motorcycle, his bag still strapped to his shoulder. The two ran in sync with each towards the edge of the pier, calling for the boat to return. The people on the boat just assumed that they were giving them a send off so they all smiled and returned the wave. The two men finally stopped waving their arms before Graham opened his mouth to speak.

"Shit," he exclaimed.

David still didn't look at the man beside him who was clearly in the same situation as himself. "You took the words right out of my mouth."

Before either of the two could introduce themselves to each, a voice called from the only boat left at the pier. "You two headed to Storybrooke?" An obvious British accented man asked.

Both the Irishman and the American turned their attention to the stranger on the boat, the man was practically hanging off the edge, he laughed when neither of the men replied. "I'm Robin Locksley, I'm just about to leave for the island, you can climb aboard if you're going there too. The next boat is tomorrow and it looks like you two really needed to be on that one." He smiled.

Graham and David were conflicted for the same reasons. Neither of them needed to go to Storybrooke, they didn't even know who was getting married but both of them wanted to see the exact same person. They both unknowingly decided at the same time that they were going to take up the stranger's offer. "Sure," they both shouted simultaneously.

Robin furrowed his brow. 'They're strange ones,' he thought before shaking his head and welcoming them aboard.

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