Author's Note – All mistakes are mine. This is my first fanfic, so… And reviews are always helpful!

Disclaimer – I don't own Once Upon a Time or Sherlock.

Chapter 1 –

Emma Swan breathed in the crisp London air for the first time as she and her beloved son, Henry, exited the airport. Their suitcases and packs behind them, they hailed a cab and began their journey. Both were smiling, Henry grasping his mother's hand in excitement. They arrived at the end of the street that housed their new apartment. Paying the driver, Emma pulled her and Henry's bags out of the trunk.

"How about this, Kid?" Emma asked him, leading them down the sidewalk toward their new apartment. "221c Baker Street. Hmmm I wonder who our neighbors will be." Pulling out her key and entering the apartment, she was met with an older woman who had a kind face.

"Hello, Dear? You must be the Swans! I'm Mrs. Hudson, your landlady, and I'll lead you to your new flat. If you'd just follow me…" Mrs. Hudson turned and led Emma and Henry to a door with '221c' on it. Before Mrs. Hudson opened the door, she looked Emma in the eye and said, in a very distinct English accent, "Now I must make you aware of a few things about these flats. One: this flat isn't in the best condition, so if you need to fix it up you'd better come to me first. And two: the two people who live in the flat just above yours are… quite noisy at times, so don't be surprised if there is a bit of an overabundance of mobility and shouting, alright?"

Emma was a bit taken aback. "Umm, well that shouldn't be a problem. We're accustomed to… noise…" Henry giggled, thinking about the morning his mother had woken up to a disgruntled pirate knocking at the door.

Mrs. Hudson nodded her approval and slowly opened the flat door. The three made their way to the living room and Mrs. Hudson showed them around. Once she made sure they were settled, she said goodbye and headed back up to her flat, 221a.

"Well, this seems nice." Emma prompted Henry to look around some more. "I'll admit it isn't out apartment in New York, but with a little help it could be just the home we need."

The young boy walked into a small room just off of the living room. "I choose this room!" He lugged his bags into the room with him and dropped them onto his bed, sighing. "Mom, did we really have to move?" The child looked both curious and distracted.

"Henry, you know we had to get away from those people; those fairy tale characters. Some of them even claimed to be my parents, and that's not the kind of influence I want around both myself and my son." She dragged her bags into the master bedroom and then walked back out to resume her conversation with Henry. "You'll see the good in this decision, I promise. It'll be exciting." She smiled encouragingly at him, and he grinned back.

"It already is exciting, Mom." He hugged his mother, and then began unpacking.

"Good idea," The blonde said before returning to her room to do the same. A few minutes of silence were nice while the two were able to unwind from the long and sudden trip. A few shouts from the upstairs apartment had Emma thinking back to what Mrs. Hudson has said. Noisy is right, Emma thought reluctantly. Best go and get the first meeting over with.

"Come on, Henry." The boy followed his mother, forming an idea of the people they were about to encounter in his mind's eye.

"IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE, JOHN! WHY CAN'T YOU SEE IT! IT'S AS PLAIN AS DAY!" Sherlock was not in the mood to deal with idiots, seeing as the most recent case was beginning to serve as too much for the consulting detective.

"IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO ME! YOU KNOW THAT!" John huffed as him and Sherlock trudged up the stairs to their flat. In a more civilized tone, the veteran said, "Please, Sherlock. Please help me see what I obviously can't."

Both sighed as they halted on the staircase upon hearing people come up to where they were previously standing. "I forgot we were supposed to get new neighbors today…" John breathed another heavy sigh as one thought played over and over again in his mind: Please let Sherlock not be an ass today. Please let Sherlock not be an ass today.

"Hi!" An attractive blonde held out her hand to Sherlock and John, her other arm protectively wrapped around a young boy. "I'm Emma Swan, and this is my son, Henry. I assume you're our neighbors judging by the yelling." Emma laughed awkwardly to herself; she never was a good people person.

"Hi, uh, it's nice to meet you." John shook her hand and smiled at Henry. "I'm Dr. John Watson, and this is my flat mate Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock didn't try to conceal the way he was obviously examining the two new-comers. Deductions flashed across his mind as he looked them over. For the woman: Not married, protective, orphan, American, no siblings, not many belongings. For the boy: Imaginative, worried about something, no siblings, smiles a lot, bookworm. "Good afternoon." He greeted the two with a strange sense of camaraderie, which caused John to become more alert. "As my good friend Dr. Watson earlier mentioned, I am consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. I'm in the middle of a case, so if you could please…" He made a motion with his hands that said skedaddle or else.

"That's as friendly as he gets." John began when Sherlock began marching up the stairs again. "It was nice meeting you. Have a nice day!" And with that, both had disappeared into their flat.

When the door was safely closed, John looked at Sherlock and resumed their earlier conversation. "So? What were you going to say?"

Regina sighed into the pay phone she was currently using before replying to the woman on the other end of the line. "I told you, Belle, our purpose here is to figure out where Emma and Henry went! I've lost track of them and Hook is still out there! I will focus on Rumple later!" She slammed the phone back into place with a little too much force.

She had only been able to get out of the enchanted forest with the help of one other person, and Belle was the least annoying at the time so she recruited her, promising to help bring back her precious Rumplestiltskin. Thankfully there had been a hole in the curse and she was able to bring the two back to where Emma and Henry resided, but it didn't do shit if they didn't know where they were supposed to be looking!

Stepping out of the phone booth, Regina straightened her back and strutted down the sidewalk to where Belle was waiting a few blocks down. This is going to be trickier than I thought, Regina thought to herself as she pushed open the door of the diner and sat down at a booth next to Belle. It's a good thing I've got no reason to reunite myself with the two idiots any time soon.

Author's Note – So, tell me what you guys think. I'll update if people want me to, and like I said earlier, reviews are always appreciated!