Emma can't understand how she got here. She can't understand how she is sprinting, Regina only a step behind her, through the thick jungles of Neverland on the trail of the anti-magic Nazi who stole her- their- son.

But she does understand chasing down a perp, and she recognizes the sounds of stumbling coming from ahead. Something dark unfurls in Emma's gut- some cruel pleasure at the rasp of Tamara's flagging breath and shaking limbs. She feels powerful and predatory in a way that makes the marks she'd taken down in Boston feel like cheap thrills. If this is what revenge tastes like, no wonder Regina had gone after Snow. The rage that pulses in her head and heart tastes like blood in the back of her throat and smells like rust; it urges her faster.

They break out of the dark jungle into a meadow, and Emma narrows her eyes at Tamara's running form. She stops, and unholsters her pistol. She would enjoy this-

Regina moves before Emma can squeeze off a shot. A fireball about the size of a baseball flares to like in Regina's hand and rockets across the clearing to hit Tamara right in the shoulder, spinning her around like a marionette before tripping to the ground. Her shriek of pain and the smell of charred flesh make Emma's wrinkle her nose in disgust.

"Fire, really?" She asked. "You couldn't have just, I don't know, tied her up or something?"

"It was the first spell that came to mind." Regina smirked. "And I couldn't exactly let you shoot her, Sherriff. Not before we have a little chat about Henry."

Emma's throat tightens with worry. The chase had made her forget her fear, but now she almost chokes with it. Henry has been all alone on this island- on an island of fucking cannibal children and a Peter Pan who regularly enjoyed blood sacrifices. What if she was too late? What if Henry died because of her pointless need to be the stupid Saviour and- and-

"Focus." Regina says, her voice low and intense. She cuts through Emma's panicked thoughts and locks her dark eyes with Emma's blue. Emma nods, and takes a shaky breath.

Right. Keep it together Swan.

They lope across the meadow together, united in purpose. Tamara is still on the ground, about ten feet from the tree line. She's unconscious, from either the pain of the oozing burn on her shoulder (There's a hole in Tamara's leather jacket and Emma thanks she can see the bone of her shoulder) or from falling and hitting her head on the ground.

"Can you wake her up?" Emma asks gruffly.

Regina nods, and snaps her fingers. A purple spark jumps from her fingers to Tamara's prone form, and the unconscious woman jerked like she was being tasered. Her eyes shot open; and Emma made sure the first thing she saw was the black barrel of her gun.

"Rise and shine." Emma said. "I'd say 'Sleeping Beauty', but I've actually met Aurora and she'd kick my ass for comparing you two. Or, Mulan would, anyway."

Tamara's disdain was palpable. "I'm not telling you anything."

"Really?" Regina practically purred. "I'm pretty sure I can find some ways to… persuade you." Magic crackled around her fists, amplified by the magical nature of the island. Even Emma (who may have been born of True Love but was about as magically sensitive as a brick) could admit that her usually dormant power practically pushed against her skin on the island.

"You're the 'good guys' right?" Tamara snorted. Her smug little grin was making Emma's trigger finger itch. "I'm sure your precious little boy Henry would be so disappointed in his two mommies if you were to-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Emma practically roared. Something inside Emma snapped. She had been stuck on a pirate ship with her absentee parents, a perverted pirate, the man who was ultimately responsible for everyone's shitty lives, and her sons step-mom, all the while fearing for her sons life in the hands of anti-magic fanatics with personal agenda's against Regina.

And now, this bitch thought she would get away with it?

The gun jumped in her hand, and Emma smiled grimly as Tamara howled and clutched at the ruined, bloody mess of her knee. "I don't think you understand. I don't give two shits about being a good guy. I don't think the motherfucking Evil Queen does either. You will tell us where to find Henry, or I'll put a bullet in your other knee. If I have to, I will put holes in you until you pass out from blood loss and then I'll let Regina heal you so I can do it again." Emma crouched, looming over Tamara's sweaty face. She dug the muzzle of the gun into the soft underside of Tamara's throat. "Do. Not. Fuck. With. Me."

"Y-you won't kill me." Tamara stammered. Her face was ashen with pain.

"Maybe." Emma conceded. "But I'm also a mother trying to protect her son. People have killed for a lot less."

Tamara's eyes flickered to Regina, and she flinched at the look of dark satisfaction on the former Queen's face.

"Choose wisely." Regina said.

"H-Hangman's Tree." Tamara blurted. "He's in Hangman's Tree. Pan wanted him alive, so he kept him away from the other Lost Boys in case they got any… ideas."

Emma almost sagged visibly in relief. Henry was alive. He was still breathing. He was not dead.

"Come on, let's go." Emma said. "You can do a location spell, right?"

"Now that I have a name, yes."

"Let's go."

Both women stepped around Tamara. Emma stopped when she felt a tugging on the cuff of her jeans.

"You can't leave me here!" Tamara said.

Emma and Regina exchanged a look. "Yeah, I think we can." Emma shrugged.

"But- the Lost Boys-"

"-probably heard the gun shot and are coming for you?" Regina's eyes were cold and completely devoid of mercy. "I imagine you better start running." She eyed Tamara's shattered kneecap. "Or not."

She turned on her heel and strode into the jungle, already muttering the incantation to a location spell. Emma stayed and stared at Tamara for a long moment. She was conflicted; this woman took Henry, kidnapped Henry, and had given him over cult of cannibals to save her own ass. But did she deserve to die?

"Are you coming, Ms. Swan?"

Emma tore her eyes away from Tamara, and followed Regina into the dark jungle. "Yeah, I'm coming."

They both ignored the distant screaming that started a few minutes later.