"Well you just better hope to hell you didn't bring anything else back"

With that she walked out the door. He tried to follow her but Emma held him back. "Henry I think your mom needs some time alone."

"No, I'm going to stay with her tonight she needs me." Emma refused. He tried to reason with her, Mary Margaret agreed with Emma, Regina would need time. He brushed past both of them out the door to try and catch her. "Henry!" Emma followed after him finally catching his arm. "See kid, she's already gone." he looked, shaking his arm loose from her grip, already walking back inside.

It wasn't until he was home later that night he remembered the small artifact Mr. Gold gave him. He said it was his dad's. After hearing his grandma and his mother fight over him seeing and staying with Regina, he was wishing he could be with her without Emma being able to take him away. At least for a few days she really did need him. "I wish I could stay with my mom tonight." He thought holding the small medallion. He was missing his dad, his mom needed him, and he was rather annoyed at the small loft he was forced to stay at. He loved this place but tonight it was not where he wanted to be. He laid down to sleep medallion in hand.

"Ugh" the nausea was the first thing he felt, as he rolled to get out of bed. He noticed it was wet, muddy and most certainly not his bed. The beating of hooves on the dirt road had him scrambling to his feet. Too quickly it seemed as he fell to his knees emptying the contents of his stomach still clutching the medallion. He slides it in his pocket for safe keeping.

The horses were getting closer. The clip clop of their hooves challenging his already disoriented state of mind. He darted behind a fallen tree branch to get off of the dirt road he'd been laying on. His eyes were wide as he saw the riders come into view, they slowed to a stop in front of him. He shrank as low as he could noticing the lead rider dismount and walk slowly to the edge of the road. His mind raced at the black armor, they looked exactly as they had in his book. He could see from his vantage point the broken bridge. The guard, no black knight must have seen the same.

"Why are we stopping?" He heard her tell-tale voice. It held a hard edge, cold and distant... but he knew it was her, his mom. He edged his head above the log to look at her. He gasped at first sight. She sat tall on her horse wearing all black with her long hair pulled back but still falling down her back. Her horse pawed gently at the ground awaiting her command. She looked every bit the evil queen of his book.

"The bridge is out your majesty." He watched her maneuver the horse closer to his log to see around the bend to the bridge. It put her so close to him. He froze holding his breath as her horse pawed closer to him. He was nearly laying on the ground looking up at her as she dismounted. The mist coming from the horse's nose calm him as he silently begged she wouldn't look down. He finally took a breath as she walked several feet towards the bridge.

He'd seen her use magic, knew she was powerful but as she stretch her arms up rebuilding the bridge he forgot momentarily where he was. "Woah cool" he whispered not quietly enough. He realized his mistake as that black knight turned staring him straight in the eye. He heard the knight call for her telling her of the boy. He was begging his body to move, to run as everything appeared to him as if in slow motion. The knight towered over him sword drawn pointing to his vomit in the middle of the road. He was no longer able to hear any voices only blood rushing in his ears. Tears welled in his eyes as his body finally acquiesced moving just before she was close enough to see him. He didn't make it ten feet before he fell in the brush of the wooded area. He didn't dare look up hiding beneath the underbrush.

"Leave him, I have no time for this." He heard her mocking the knight as he sheathed his sword. "Afraid of a child are you?" He remained still feeling as if she was looking at him. He needn't fear anything she was already mounted and heading toward the bridge.

Hearing the distancing hooves he peaked his head up before creeping back to the log. Not knowing where he was, he decided to follow them as best he could, back to her castle. It took him over a day tracking, thankful he let his grandma show him some of her "bandit skills", before the castle was in view. It took another day before he fell through the ground into a tunnel that led him into the castle cellar and still 1 more before he actually was able to slip through the open cellar door as a kitchen servant hunted a specific wine.

He slipped unnoticed through the many rooms of the castle hunting for her. He didn't know how far into the evil queen persona she was yet. Had the king just died? Was she already planning the dark curse? Had his grandparents already met? He wasn't sure. Her outfit had given away nothing. Reaching the top stair of a wing of the castle he'd yet to explore he knew he was about to find out.

"The queen demands your presence huntsman." He saw a man nod. "She's in her bedchamber." The man turned his head towards the sentry at the top of the stairs. A part of him was excited to see Graham again, if that was even his name. Graham turned on his heel quickly heading off, Henry followed sliding unseen past the guard. The first set of doors Graham passed though had him dismissing the two guards. Henry barely made it through without the guards seeing him. However once they were closed the hallway was empty.

He had lost Graham evading the guards but there appeared to be only three doors where he could have gone. "Last door like at home." Henry thought. The last door was cracked open. The huntsman was dropping his armor as he made it to the door, peering in. He didn't see her only Graham. Shaking slightly, he rubbed his palms on his pants. He wasn't sure if he was scared or nervous. He glanced down the hallways suddenly aware of how anyone could see him. The double doors and the other 2 doors remained closed. Looking back in, he saw his mom hand Graham a drink. "Is that a goblet? I wonder if it's made of gold. Looks like it is." His thoughts were running rampant as he watched them speak. He couldn't hear what exactly was being said but his mom looked calm, she had a swagger in her movements. Graham however had a more combatant stance, his movement were tense. Then he was moving closer to her, this had Henry complete concentration.

He missed hearing the first door in the hallway open too busy watching. His jaw dropped as Graham's hand gripped his mother's face and pulled her in for a kiss. His hand was tight on her cheeks too tight. If he thought that looked rough he was not prepared for the sound of his mother's body hitting the wall as her riding jacket was pulled from her shoulders. He looked to her face, expecting to see her in pain or afraid but was, shocked to see a cocky grin. Her eyes closed as the huntsman bit her bare shoulder slamming her once again as he pulled back on the laces on her corset to undo them. One hand sliding up her side to her ribs, the other still working on laces as his lower body pinned her against the wall. His mouth never leaving her neck.

This wasn't right, this was all wrong. What was Graham doing? He was hurting her. This was nothing like what he saw when he had accidentally walked in on them when he was 9. Then his mom had been laying on top of Graham kissing him. Back then Graham looked like he was hugging her as she rocked against him, it was gently. His bad dream that night was forgotten as he ran back to his room away from them. He had not understood their need for bareness back then and now that he did he was grateful he couldn't remember the any more details.

As he reached his hand to open the door to make Graham stop, a strong hand yanked him back and to the side. He hit the floor with a thud. In the reflection from the mirror in the room he saw the older man made it look like he had knocked as his mother straighten towards the door. The huntsman slowly removed his hand from her corset covered breast. "Daddy?" She winced. The huntsman moving carefully to stand behind her running his hand through his hair. "Do you need something?" A slight smile for him now graced her face.

"Sorry, dear it can wait till morning. I wasn't aware you had company" He watched her nod "Goodnight Daddy" the older Henry closing the door "Goodnight Regina". Henry looked up at his grandfather. "You're Henry too, you have to stop him he was hurting her?" A slight shake of the head from the older man "my name is Henry but not the 2nd, unless your name is Henry and then I am Henry also." Standing Henry offered his grandfather his hand "Henry Mills also but she needs help." An eyebrow raised as he shook the younger Henry's hand.

"She'll be fine"

"How do you know?"

"My daughter can handle any man. Her magic will protect her if his intention were to harm her. Now Henry Mills you say?"

"Yes, sir" Henry answered as a loud bang had him staring at the door his mother and the huntsman were behind. "Come with me young Henry" Henry followed his grandfather back to the first door in the hall. "Is this your bedchamber?"

"It is"

"Can I stay here tonight?" Declining to answer without knowing more about the boy he following his gaze to the table. Extending his hand he offered the boy a seat next to the platter of food. The boy who hadn't eaten in 3 days was famished. The question laid quiet while the boy ate nearly the entire tray of breads and fruit. He was offered a goblet of water which he gratefully took. "Is this made of gold?"

"Are you planning to pawn it?"

"Huh, what? No, it just looks like it. So can I stay?"

"Won't your parents be worried?" Henry took a long swallow trying to buy himself time. Could he trust his grandpa? His mother had obviously loved him. "My dad passed away this year." A small nod from the older man. "I am sorry to hear that, and your mother?" How to answer that? His brunette mom was down the hall being mauled willingly by her huntsman and his blonde mother not yet born maybe not even in utero yet. "It's complicated."

"Are you hiding from her?" Deciding to answer truthfully the boy answered "No, I wasn't allowed to be with her." Well that was three days ago but he doubted Emma would allow him over there yet. "Is she in trouble, your mother?"

"No, she's hurt." Seeing the concern on the older man's face "not physically, she just had her heart broken and she… well in the past she hasn't always done good things when she's hurting." He was hoping his grandpa understood. The older man still held a concerned look.

"How did you find yourself in the castle? The gates are not open for citizens of the kingdom." Realizing this was only going to work one way he began telling his grandfather of how he had woke up on the Queen's road and watched her rebuild the bridge. He told him everything that happened since he had arrived in the enchanted forest. The sky grew dark, stars emerging beautifully beyond the balcony as he finally began to tell him about how the evil queen was his mom. He left out the adoption part for now. He knew his story sounded sketchy to begin with.

"Do you have any questions?" His grandpa laughs openly. "Many young man where would you like me to start?" Henry shrugged. "I'm not sure but while your thinking can you show me where the bathroom is?"

"While you do require a bath young man, I believe it can wait till the morning."

"No um, I need to pee." Nodding knowingly he pointed to a chamber pot in the next room. "You've got to be kidding me?" He mumbled under his breath and his grandpa pondered questions for the young man claiming to be his grandson.

"So, you said it can wait till morning does that mean I can stay?"

"How about we start with a simpler question. Where did you acquire those strange garbs?"

"That's easy mom bought them for me. I don't even have to go with her she knows what fits."

"My daughter, you don't expect her to take your word, do you? How do you plan to convince her that you are her son?"

"I haven't figured that out yet. I mean I thought a lot about it when I was trying to get in here. I just want to get back home to her in our time. I miss indoor plumbing." The older man raised an eyebrow. "No chamber pots, we have toilets they empty themselves and are always clean. At least mom keeps ours clean. Public ones you never know."

"Do we ever meet?"

"Umm no, you die before I'm born. It's why we have the same name, but mom visits your grave every Wednesday to leave you flowers." He thinks about the lullaby his mom sang to him when he was little and couldn't sleep. He's unaware that he's humming it as he looks out past the balcony.

"You may stay for the evening. Now let's get you into some real clothes" Henry looks down at his t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. "What do boys sleep in here?"

"Stay here I'll go find something in your size." When Henry returns he changes quickly.

"Not that I'm not happy your letting me stay but what finally changed your mind.

"Simple, that's my lullaby you were humming. I made it for my baby girl. I'm pleased to know she passed it on to her baby."

"Do you think she can help me to get back?"

"Why don't we ask her in the morning?" Nodding in agreement Henry followed to a small chaise as he was handed a fur. "This should keep you warm."

"Thank you, so what do I call you? Would you prefer Prince Henry or Sir or maybe grandpa?"

"Let's try Henry, now get some sleep. The queen will be in quite a mood tomorrow."

"I've lived with her almost my whole life. She doesn't scare me anymore." With that his growing body succumbed to sleep. His grandfather somberly wishing him good luck to meet his daughter in the morning.

"Regina!" The woman honestly had no respect for her own life coming to her home this soon. Regina pulled herself up off the floor. She didn't bother to stop at the mirror she knew what she must look like. She dared anyone to mention how she looked after hours of crying.

"Miss S_"

"Is he here?

"Who?

"Henry"

"You've lost our son… He stayed at the diner with you."

"He went home with David and Mary Margaret. He was angry that I wouldn't let him go home with you. David asked if he wanted to come home with them. When Mary Margaret finished putting Neal down and went to check on him before bed he was gone."

"Did you use the GPS locator on his phone?"

"Beside the bed at the loft."

"Did he go back to the B&B?"

"I would have seen him." Shoving a shirt at Regina "I tried a locator spell but I must not be doing it right it just dropped on the bed in the loft."

"It moved to the bed and then dropped. Did it glow first or just drop?"

"It glowed the entire way there and then dropped. What does it mean Regina?"

"I don't know. If he left town it would have taken you to where he left town."

"You're sure he's not here." Emma finally stepping inside taking in the path of destruction Regina must have caused. The broken vase and painting, broken glass from where Emma couldn't tell. She looked cautiously at Regina. Shrugging Regina stated very matter of fact "Now is not the time for… that." She motioned her hand towards the wreckage. Finally past that they both looked in every room. Frustrated Regina grabbed Emma's arm. Before Emma could complain she found them standing in the middle of Gold's shop. Regina dug until she found the globe. "Do you have anything sharp?" Emma asked searching her pockets. "What're you?" Emma started to say as she watched Regina prick her finger on the sharp top of the globe. Squeezing her finger over the globe Regina thought of nothing but Henry. They both watched as the globe swirled red. "What is it showing?"

"This can't be right. We need Gold" Regina said once again reaching for Emma's arm. "It's his wedding night." Emma said pulling just out of reach. She heard a "fine" just as Regina grasped her hand. Landing directly at Gold's front door Emma was trying to stand as Regina pounded on the door. "Gold" Emma screamed finding her bearings. She screamed again louder trying to get some attention from inside the large home.

The door opened slowly. Before he could even open his mouth to speak Regina shoved the globe into him. "Your grandson is missing" Emma offered at his confused face. "Maybe you did it incorrectly." Repeating the exercise with his own blood the red swirls showed him the same thing a blank globe. "Well that's not possible, even dead it would show somewhere." The door cautiously opened behind Gold. "Rumple?" Belle questioned. Looking over at Regina he could see how afraid she was. "We'll find him Regina. He can't have disappeared."

"Whose missing" Belle asked "Our son" They responded in unison. Opening the door wide Belle stepped aside to let everyone in.

A sharp knock was all the warning he got as his daughter strode into his room. "Good morning Daddy." She scoffed looking at the chaise. "What is that?"

"Who is that Regina, he's not a what?"

"Who is that Daddy, why do you have a boy? He's too young to prove useful."

"He's young Henry Mills?"

"Daddy, you can't name the strays, you don't actually plan on keeping him do you."

"He claims to be your son in the future."

"My son, and who's his father?"

"Claims the father is dead."

"Convenient for his story."

"I caught him last night by your chambers." Shaking her head knowingly. "That's why you stopped by so late. How did the child get in the castle?"

"He fell through into a tunnel, bided his time and entered through the cellar."

"The boy from the road?" She thought "I should have gone after him." Her voiced raised slightly showing her agitation. It was just loud enough to wake the young man. "Mom?" He called out forgetting where he was.

"Sorry, I have no children."

"You have me." He answered still very sleepy. "Who exactly are you?" She answered dangerously low. At that his body shot up into a sitting position. "I'm Henry, I'm your son."

"Since when?" She challenged. "Since thirteen years ago." She scoffed at his response. "Thirteen years ago is not possible. I wasn't married yet."

"You don't have to be married to have a baby." Emma wasn't he thought to himself. "I saw you and Graham last night."

"The huntsman? He was helping me, my jacket was proving difficult to remove."

"If you needed help getting undressed you could have called a maid"

"Perhaps he does a better job than the maid."

"He kissed you, threw you into a wall and was stripping you. You weren't getting help undressing. You were getting laid. I know what sex is." He replied pointedly shifting slightly to avoid her gaze. His grandfather chuckling lightly under his breathe.

"Fine, did I teach you about sex?"

"No, my father did."

"You said he was dead."

"He is, he taught me about it before he died. He even showed me how to use a condom on a banana. It was weird but whatever" He huffed wanting to end this line of questions. "Condom" Henry questioned. His daughter simply shrugged also confused with the term.

"You two don't know what a condom is? How do the women not get pregnant?"

"Tonics. Enough about sex. What is it you want?"

"I need to get back to you, in my time. You need me and more importantly I didn't know I was coming here so I didn't leave a note and it's already been four days since I've seen you or Emma."

"Who's Emma?"

"It's complicated?" Sitting down next to him she waited for him to continue. "She's my other mom."

"Is she my lover?"

"No, at this point I'm not even sure you two are friends. She did something without thinking of the consequences and you ended up getting hurt."

"She sounds like a selfish girl I know."

"Snow? Yeah they are a lot alike." That earned him an incredulous look. "Look this is a very nice story child but I do not believe you."

"Why" Henry pouted. "For one I cannot have children in this realm."

"I wasn't born in this realm."

"You have a second mom, who is not my lover. Do I strike you as someone who shares and more importantly why would I have to share you?"

"Well it was hard at first but eventually you two learn to share."

"You're avoiding the question."

"Fine, Emma gave birth to me in jail. You adopted me when I was three weeks old. When I was 9, I got a book and found out you didn't give birth to me. I took it badly and started taking it out on you because you're one of the bad guys not a good guy like Emma. Before I turn 11 Emma takes me away and I live with her, we don't really talk for a whole year. Than a curse gets cast and you give Emma to me, we don't see each other and I don't remember who you are. After a year Emma brings me back to town and we break the curse with true loves kiss. You don't want to share but you do because you love me and you know that I want you and Emma in my life."

"So I raise you for 10 years and then you go live with a complete stranger over me because I'm the evil queen." Will I ever be happy? Even my so called own son rejects me.

"Yeah but I didn't understand. I thought that you couldn't love me and I needed Emma to break the curse so everyone could get their happy endings back."

"You're not making much sense nor are you making me want to help you. What's to stop me from throwing you in the dungeon?"

"You love me."

"A lot of good that does the future me. You choose a stranger over me. Do you come back to live with me, you claim to love me, you're thirteen now, do we live together?"

A guilty look graces his face. "No, I haven't actually stayed at the manor in over 2 years but I was planning on splitting my time between you and Emma now."

"So I'm alone?" He thinks about Maid Marian's return and him being stuck between his grandparents and Emma's. "You have me,"

"Not what I asked, do I live alone?" She looks unaffected by the conversation, but Henry knows better he can see it in her eyes. She can't school what they say and it pains him to see the anguish and rejection in her eyes as he answers. "Yes, aside from the 10 years with me you live alone."

A knock on the door brings a Black Knight "My queen we have urgent news." With that she nods at the two men in her life who claim to love her and exits the room. Placing his head in his hands he looks at his grandfather. "That is not how I saw that going."