Edited to change Owen's name to Greg for ease of interpretation, particularly from Emma. She wouldn't have known the name Owen.
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After three days on the Jolly Roger, Regina decided that a pirate's life was not for her. She was suffering horrific flashbacks of the torture Greg had inflicted on her, she was seasick, and she was about ready to blast every one of her shipmates into oblivion. By six weeks with no luck finding Henry, she was ready to throw herself overboard. She was curled up on her bunk, gripping her knees in the most un-ladylike position imaginable. Her eyes were screwed shut and she was swallowing furiously to keep the nausea at bay. Despite her best efforts, silent tears were moistening her pillow. She desperately needed sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, there was Greg. And every little thing reminded her of Henry. Emma's laugh. Snow's eyes. Charming's insistence that good will triumph. Even the way the two idiots couldn't keep their eyes off of their long lost daughter. If she had had the strength to climb onto the deck, she was pretty sure she really would throw herself into the Never Sea and let the mermaids finish her off.
Regina was drawn out of her sorrow by Emma's cursing and Snow's annoying laugh.
"You have no idea how much I miss tampons," Emma muttered.
"I thought you still had some?" Snow questioned.
"I used those a month ago," Emma responded.
"Oh." The slight gasp at the end of Snow's response caused Emma to look at her mother. Even Regina opened her eyes to see what could be wrong.
The Evil Queen figured it out first.
"Looks like Mommy is replacing you," Regina growled before sitting up and retching into the bucket beside her bunk. She found a perverse satisfaction in watching Snow White turn a sickly shade of green. She was disappointed when the princess swallowed her bile without vomiting.
"What about you?" Emma asked, turning to Regina. "Do you have any tampons left in your purse?"
Suddenly Regina's world started spinning. "Yes." She answered, eyes wide, her voice barely a whisper. Emma was excitedly rooting through Regina's purse, so she didn't notice when Snow gasped again.
"Regina?" Snow asked.
"Please," Regina pleaded, "don't say anything."
Regina screwed her eyes shut, wondering what kind of twisted fate had landed her in this position. Sex was her weapon, after all.
By that time, Emma stood behind her mother, tampon clutched in her fist, realization dawning on her. Clearly, Regina was not happy about her condition.
"Greg?" Emma asked, her mouth speaking before her brain thought better of it. The glare she received in turn from both her mother and Regina was enough to cause Emma to apologize and leave the room with her feminine product in hand and let the two hormonal royals handle this on their own.
"How long have you known?" Snow asked her stepmother.
Regina snorted. "Why should I tell you? What difference would that make?" she growled.
"I just want to help," Snow answered, her eyes watering at Regina's cruelty.
"How? By flaunting the fact that your child's father is madly in love with you, that you would never use sex for power, and that you won't have to face a single moment of this alone?" Regina's voice was rising, and it was drawing the attention of the men on board the ship. They hadn't heard or seen much of the queen since they had set sail. Something was brewing, and they unconsciously moved closer to the cabin door, not wanting to miss a thing.
Snow raised her voice in return. "Do you think I want this right now? How am I supposed to face the demons we're seeking if Charming won't let me off this ship? You know the minute he finds out he'll try to put me on bed rest!"
Outside the cabin door, Charming was as white as a sheet. "Did she…" he tried to start, "Is she…" again he failed to complete the thought.
Killian on the other hand smacked Charming on the back and said, "Congrats, Dad," before reality collided with his brain.
"At least he cares!" Regina shouted. "I don't even know who the hell fathered this bastard, this parasite that refuses to die. I am trapped in a hell I would give anything to get out of."
Snow was aghast, "You would kill a child?" she whispered.
"A child conceived in lust and hatred?" Regina answered. "How could you wish such a thing on anyone?"
Now Killian was the one standing on the deck turning all shades of gray, "She hates me that much?"
Charming was aghast. "You and Regina?"
Now it was Gold's turn to speak, "Clearly there was no love lost between the pirate and the queen." And then he limped away, back to whatever he had been doing before the shouting of the women had attracted his attention.
Now that everyone knew, they wouldn't leave Regina alone. They brought her soup and water and begged her to eat. She yelled at them, and threw things at them, and swore in a terribly unladylike manner. But they just shook their heads sadly and had the nerve to pity her. She felt utterly powerless, and she wanted nothing more than the ability to wipe the smirks off their faces. Surely they were mocking her behind her back.
"Leave me alone!" Regina shouted for the millionth time, chasing Emma out the door. "I don't want you. I want Henry," she cried, tears threatening to spill.
The last statement, uttered so quietly caused Emma to turn back into the room. The look on the blonde's face was enough to push Regina over the edge.
"How will we ever find him?" Regina sobbed. "And will he even want me now?"
"Oh, Regina," the pity in Emma's voice hardened the brunette's features, angering Emma.
"Stop it," Emma growled. "Stop despising our pity. You aren't the only one on this boat who is desperately missing Henry. We all are! Just because some idiot knocked you up, that doesn't give you an excuse to give up. How the hell do you think I felt when I was just a kid, locked in a jail cell, staring at the proof of Henry growing inside me? Don't you think I considered ending it? Is it Henry's fault he was conceived the way he was, or born where he was? No! So just stop it!" And then Emma stormed out of the cabin without waiting for a response.