So, it's Mother's Day. As a treat, I thought I'd show you guys the first chapter of my new story. It was inspired by some of Chrmdpoet's Swan Queen Drabbles, but none of those had Henry playing the Sims, you know?. Thought it would be fun to write. Hooray Mothership! Also, S3 finale tonight! Please review if you'd like. Or don't, whatever.

As a decent portion of teenage boys do, Henry Mills found himself experimenting with video games. Except, due to his unusual childhood, he did not quite find first person shooters and alien invasion games all that interesting. What he really craved was The Sims, and he's sure Dr. Hopper would say it had something to do with his childhood fascination with Storybrooke and how his mom created and ran the place, and maybe that was it but whatever. He loved The Sims, and to occupy the times between crazy fairytale adventures he created his own little Storybrooke in the game. He thought it was actually kind of amusing and was starting to understand his mother's reasoning for creating the little town in the first place. He had control over everybody, decided what they did and who they interacted with, at least for the most part. Even if it wasn't by blood, he definitely inherited some of that lust for power from Regina.

Henry cracked his knuckles before opening his computer and booting up the game. He watched as pixel after pixel of his handcrafted houses loaded on the screen, and then finally he was met with the screen he had been viewing from his last log in. He found that on this fine Friday night in Storybrooke, Maine at approximately 9:16 in the evening a wild night was happening at the Rabbit Hole. Henry watched his Sims interact and chuckled when he saw Ruby try to flirt with Lacey and Lacey's Sim flash a frownie face and a red minus. Not interested. In another section of the bar he saw Hook and Neal (he hadn't had the heart to kill the man and found that he added a wonderful extra to the cast) arm wrestling which almost made him chortle. (He contained himself since his mother had enforced a nine o clock bed time on him for sassing her. He blamed the year with Emma and her willingness to talk back to anyone. It didn't help his case.)

The interaction between the two men made Henry think of his other mother, and he scanned the virtual Rabbit Hole for curly blonde hair and a red leather jacket. Ah, there she was, beer in her hand making heart eyes at… his mother? Henry had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing at this point for multiple reasons. One, Sims Regina was dating Sims Robin Hood, and other than that, just the principle of his two mothers being together. Of course, two years ago he had thoughts just like this: the curse broken, he and his mothers living happily ever after, but reality took a different turn, and he knew through the women's interactions that nothing would come between his mothers. They had nothing in common, and besides Regina practically flenched every time Emma tried to touch her. He smirked and waited for his virtual birth mother to be rejected by his adopted mother (he only felt a little bad knowing that his mom's efforts were in vain).

Therefore it was entirely shocking when he saw Regina's Sim emit a smiley face emoji and a green plus sign. Henry almost choked on the gasp he inhaled. He wasn't completely sure if the gasp was from disbelief, amusement, hope, or all of the above, but instead he clicked on his blonde mother. On her mind was Henry, alcohol (at this Henry rolled his eyes at how true to life this was), and… Regina? This flirting had not just started, then. Sims didn't think about people they have no real relation to unless they've been interacting for a while. Obviously Emma would be thinking about Henry because she raised him (Sims wasn't good with the whole adoption thing; it was like the one thing they did not have. And other than that Henry wasn't even sure at this point who actually raised him.) and the alcohol was due to her inebriated state. Usually Sims only think about people they're in a relationship with.

Henry clicked on his adopted mother's virtual persona. Henry, paperwork, Emma. He checked her bio and noticed that under enemies was Robin Hood. Oh no, they broke up? That wasn't part of the script. Hadn't his mom said something about fairy dust? That stuff was supposed to be legit (at least Tink said so… she wasn't very bright.) The oddest part of it all was that in the short time (it couldn't have been more than eighteen hours) since his last visit his mom had already broken up with Robin Hood and was moving on to Emma. "Henry Carr Mills!"

The thirteen year old gasped and slammed his laptop closed hurriedly. (Crap, he forgot to save! Well, he hadn't actually done anything.) "I told you that it was bedtime."

Henry almost smirked at her Evil Queen voice since she was totally not evil anymore but controlled himself. "Sorry, Mom." The game sparked a realization in him, and he was curious. "Hey, Mom?"

He heard her sigh because he-should-have-been-in-bed-a-long-time-ago but still spoke up, "Yes, Henry?"

"How are you and Robin?" Through the darkness Henry tried to gauge his mother's reaction. He could see her silhouette tense and barely heard a slight inhale of air.

Regina turned on the lights and went to sit on the foot of Henry's bed. "Robin and I, we…" he sensed exactly what she was going to say before she said it, "broke up." Henry glanced back at his computer with a weary look. He knew magic was real and everything, but the last thing he wanted to hear was that he was born from Emma and Neal's true love and had powers of his own that was causing the town to behave like his video game.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Henry asked sincerely, putting a sympathetic hand on his mother's.

Regina gave a sort of sad smile and shrugged. "It only happened a few hours ago, Henry. You are the number one man in my life, but it takes time for me to process these events." Henry smiled because he knew his mom didn't want him to fret over it. "Anymore late night questions?"

Henry nodded and tapped on his computer. "Just a few. Um, well, firstly, if I may, why didn't it work out?"

His mother looked at the wall to gather her thoughts, and he could tell there were so many reasons she was listing in her head. "We wanted different things, I guess. Our priorities are our children, but we didn't really have any interest in getting to know each other's children."

Henry ran a hand through his hair and took like three steps back in his mental book that would inevitably lead to the happily ever after for everyone in this town. Let's see, okay, Outlaw Queen is a no go, and maybe Swan Queen is happening - oh right, the other question. "Oh, well, I'm sorry it didn't work out." Regina kissed his forehead and mussed his hair. When she was about to leave he asked, "Is there a party at the Rabbit Hole tonight?" She glanced back at him and raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You should go, mom. It'll be fun, and you can take your mind off things."

"And what will you do, oh rebellious teenager?" She asked, a teasing hint in her tone of voice.

He flashed her a signature grin and shrugged, "Nothing illegal, and I'll be asleep before you even get back." He gave her a sincere grin this time and could tell that she was really considering his suggestion. "I love you, Mom, and I want you to be happy. Go have fun with your friends; don't worry about me for a few hours."

Regina sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Alright, Henry. I love you; goodnight."

"Love you, too, Mom," he said giving her his sweetest face to which she rolled her eyes (that look worked much better with Emma, he remembers), turned off his lights, and went out the door. A few minutes later he heard her heels click-clacking down the stairs which meant she decided to go after all. He quickly went to go check up on his virtual mothers and chuckled darkly. Okay, there's no way the game could be that accurate.

Regina sighed as she teleported over to the Rabbit Hole. How she let a thirteen year old talk her into going out to a night of drinking she would never know. The Evil Queen walked into the bar and scanned the scene before her. Ruby was dancing on a table surrounded by some men who were probably dwarves. Lacey was just drunk enough that she was giggling and hanging all over Gold, and at the bar was a very pissed looking Emma Swan luring off a broody looking Hook.

The blonde woman caught her eye and smiled before making a gagging mime in reference to Hook to which Regina smiled. The former Evil Queen thought about leaving the blonde woman alone to be miserable for the night but ultimately decided that her presence would be more tolerable than anyone else's that night and went to go sit beside the Saviour. "Well, Madame Mayor, I did not expect to see you here tonight," Emma says, raising her bottle of beer as a form of greeting.

She eyes the odd maybe-couple wearily and orders a cocktail with tequila before responding to the blonde, "It must be your lucky night, then. Henry encouraged me to come. You must've worn off on him."

"I'll have you know," Emma starts defensively, poking a finger into Regina's shoulder, "I did not go out to parties every night in New York. We lived a nice and quiet life, thank you very much."

"Chill out," Regina said with an eye roll before sipping at her beverage, "I'm joking, Emma. I'm sure you were a wonderful mother to Henry." She shrugged Emma's hand off her shoulder.

Regina thought she saw Emma's eyes glisten at her comment, but she didn't have time to decipher the moment as Hook was tugging on Emma's tank top expectantly. "Come on, Emma, let's go dancing." The way he downed the bottle of rum made Regina's stomach churn, and Emma did her best to free her shirt from Hook's grasp. "Have some fun with me."

"Dance with yourself, Hook," Emma said dismissively yet sternly. Hook spun around in his chair so that his back was to Emma. It was a childish attempt to get his way by pouting enough so that he'd wear her down. Emma sighed and took a long swig of her beer before turning back to Regina. "Sorry, so why did Henry think you could use a night off?"

Regina took another sip of her tequila before shrugging, "He said it was to help me get my mind off Robin, but I think he just wanted to play his video game past bedtime." Emma cocked an eyebrow, and Regina realized that the blonde was not aware of her current romantic situation (or lack thereof.) "Yes, Robin and I broke up."

Emma took an even longer sip of her beer and ran a hand through her blonde curls. She tried not to notice the subtle increase in her heartbeat and blamed the redness in her cheeks on the alcohol flowing through her system. "Really now?"

Henry wanted to but could not stop staring at the blurry pixels that were his mothers woo-hooing in the bedroom just across the hall from his own virtual bedroom. No, he shook his head. His mothers were smart and definitely wouldn't have sex after one drunken night, especially Regina who had just broken up with the one guy she had allowed herself to love after Daniel. Finally the women were finished as he saw the two green plus signs and hearts escape from their Sims, and they sat together in the bed. He sighed, but told them to cuddle because they both at least deserved some warmth after everything they've been through.

It had only been two hours in the game. It was now 11:06 game time, and he glanced up at his own clock and realized that it was nearly midnight in real life. He fast forward to current time and watched as his mothers' Sims slept happily within each other's arms. Something warm spread throughout the core of his being, but he shook his head at this happening. He wanted his mothers to be happy, to be cuddling with someone they loved and that loved them just like their virtual counterparts. Not the first night after a break up after drunken sex. No, he wanted his mothers to have a healthy relationship above everything else because if they were going to be together he wanted them to last.

Henry heard a door slam from downstairs and he crept to the staircase to look at who had entered the house. He saw Emma helping his mom up the stairs with an arm around her shoulder. Regina looked terrible, and Henry frowned knowing that she had probably drunk way too much which was partially his fault. At least Emma looked well enough, but he could see from her eyes that she was dazed herself. As the women made it up the stairs Henry raced back to his room and peered at them through his doorway. Suddenly they disappeared in Regina's bedroom and all he could hear was muffled conversations between them. "I don't wanna wear this…" "Regina hold still…" "Miss Swan you can't come to bed with me…" he bit his lip and clung to his door frame as he watched Emma exit his mom's quarters. He sighed with relief but only for a second as he met eyes with his other mother. "Henry what are you doing up?"

He could see the dark circles under Emma's eyes that must be from intoxication, and he could just imagine what he was interrupting by being awake (he was a teenager now after all.) Instead of what he wanted to say he ended up pleading, "Please don't have sex with my mom tonight."

By the look on Emma's face Henry could tell that she had no idea how his imagination had led him to that conclusion. "I… wasn't planning on it, kid. I thought since I was the Sheriff and sober enough to drive that I might as well get your mom home safely," Emma said with a chuckle, walking over to Henry's door. "Heh, she almost got in an arm wrestling match with Hook, until she pointed out that her good arm was the same arm that had a hook on it, and she was about to turn him into a toad or something until I pulled her away and practically dragged her into my car."

Henry swallowed a lump in his throat that he hadn't realized was there. "Yeah, she had a bit of a rough day."

"So I heard," Emma sighed, "but really, sex with Regina? Come on, kid, she's drunk. Plus she just broke up with her boyfriend. I'm classier than that!" Emma winked at Henry, but the teenager smiled warmly at the confession. "Well, Henry, I'm heading back to my place. Love you."

"Love you, too, Ma…" Henry said with a drowsy grin, suddenly feeling tired. "You want to have family lunch tomorrow?"

"Love to! You and your mom just pick me up at the police department. See you then!" With that Emma marched down the stairs and out to the cruiser. Henry smiled as he went back to his bedroom and drifted off to sleep. He thought of a mission name for the plot the Sims had planted into his mind: Operation Swan Queen.