New Year, New Me. Emma hates this cheesy, over-used, and quite frankly tacky line. Within the first few days of January she has seen it freaking everywhere – in TV commercials with "healthy" yogurts, on the radio with jockeys reminding everyone of their new years' resolution, and even on Facebook statuses of people she didn't give two shits about.

Most of those annoying New Year's resolutions she has seen have to do with weight loss, or ditching an unhealthy addiction, or some very few people with the 'spend more time with family' promises. But unlike them all, Emma has a quite simple resolution:

Show people (even if I hate them) how much I care and value their presence in my life.

Taking out a writing pad from the desk in the Sheriff office, she grabbed a pen and titled it in capital letters, PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT (EVEN IF SOME OF THEM ARE A PAIN IN MY APPARENTLY ROYAL ASS), and quickly after scribbling a "1." writes down Henry Mills.

He's the most obvious and easiest one to show. Her darling boy would be happy if only she took him to Granny's, then got him an ice-cream, and spent some time reading the fairytale book.

The others, however, were much trickier.

Since coming from the godforsaken island of Neverland, the town has been surprisingly quaint; living up to it's small town reputation. Of course as Sheriff she is still pretty busy as after all it's a town full of fairytale characters who have grudges double her age, and the patience and understanding of toddlers. Scratch that, she's sure the toddlers have much more grace and acceptance of everyone else and this new world than the grown-ups do.

Yet, with her having spent some actual quality time with her parents – the three of them growing much closer as Emma voiced her anxiety about finally having parents and how weird it all feels (especially since they're freaking Snow White and Prince Charming and the same age as her), they've been quite understanding and let her have her space when she needs it, but are also there when they know she's pushing them away.

She jotted down her parents name, another obvious choice.

She's also reached an agreement, and dare she say, almost friendly relationship with Regina, her once quite nefarious archnemesis. Henry divides his time between the two of them as he pleases, and Regina has now not begrudgingly but quite openly accepted Emma's role in Henry's life. They've even had lunch together quite a few times with Henry and sometimes Snow joining them in. Emma might even consider them on friendly terms now.

Regina Mills is added to the list as well.

Gold is…quiet these days. All his time being spent with Neal and Belle. The one good thing coming out of seeing Neal on a daily basis is that arguably the most powerful man in the town is tame and quiet these days – a trait which she believes should also be heavily credited to Belle and her ability to love the man so fiercely despite his flaws. A few days ago Gold actually said 'thank you' to her when she let him take Henry out for picnic with him, Belle, and Neal.

Neal is okay. She did end up going on a date with him to Granny's during a lunch break – nothing special. Sure she laughed and smiled as Neal was always a funny and charming man, but the thing wasn't there. She supposes if she tried to force her brain to view him abandoning her as a sacrifice she could maybe love him again, but the thing is she can't and honestly she doesn't want to. She agrees with the fact that he was in a difficult position but loving someone means you don't hurt them – and not only did he hurt her in that moment, but he hurt her in every moment since then. His shadow was always lingering over her whenever another man ever showed any interest in her, and was prominently lingering whenever she actually had an interest in any potential boyfriends. It was there when she once had a pregnancy scare with a man she was trying to learn how to love – sending her running to another freaking state even after the test was negative. It was even there when she came to this strange town trying to figure shit out and protect her son and her friend.

It was even there when she was locking up a pirate on top of a beanstalk despite every nerve of her body telling her not to.

After a little fight, and then a heart-to-heart conversation, Emma had acknowledged that Neal was going to be part in Henry's life (despite Regina's utter annoyance with it), but it meant nothing for them. They could learn to be friends, slowly.

She jotted down Belle French, and a bit unwillingly, Gold and Neal.

Apart from ex-boyfriends and evil masters, she's even getting warmer to the Dwarfs. Sure Happy makes her want to tear her hair out, and sometimes Leroy's loud voice and his constant complaining makes her want to strangle him, and them calling her "Princess Emma of Misthaven" for the first week back from Neverland was the most annoying thing ever – she does loves it when they call her 'sister' now just as they do to Mary Margaret and although they come to her with every single problem that they have, they also do constantly ask of her well-being and try to keep the bastardly pirate away from her.

(They don't know that she actually likes having the dastardly pirate around.)

She jots the Dwarves down.

And so coming to the pirate – the handsome and infuriatingly supportive pirate who likes to tease her until she smiles, and looks at her with those blue eyes that reveal much more than his tongue (yet) dares emote, and the constant understanding he offers to her when she shies away from his advances, or sometimes even just talks.

Everything is going fine with him except that Emma just keeps waiting. She wonders if the promise he made to her in Neverland, the whispered words of winning hearts and until I met you and all was false. Or just a fragment of her imagination, or if she heard him wrong?

(He was standing so close to her that her judgment was clouded a bit in the moment.)

Because despite a month almost coming to an end since all of that, he's remained a respectful distance away from her.

He still, of course, answers at once to her call for help and is always there, but his innuendoes are far more infrequent, his habit of invading her personal space is forgotten, and Emma might not be the best at the practice of courtship, but it sure as hell is not this.

But he has become more emotional – or rather more open. Its as if all his bravado, quips, smolders, and especially the double meaning and sometimes downright lewd things he's said was just a mask he wore, associated with the monicker of Captain Hook. She suspects the man she's seeing these days – the blushing, self-depreciating, helpful, and of all things, kind – person is perhaps what Killian Jones is, the name and identify of him forgotten and erased but those traits very much still alive and becoming apparent how his job has now become "help anyone who needs it."

When Emma had panicked the week of landing back to Storybrooke about him leaving, he had soothed her worry by claiming that he had a substantial wealth and would like to stay and explore this new realm. When she had caught herself smiling brightly at that, half in relief and half in absolute delight, she jokingly warned him about 'staying in his lane' and 'not causing any trouble' to which he'd winked at her and answered with a 'no promises, Sheriff'.

But he had and still is staying away from trouble. And from her. Instead, he's offering his free services to help out whoever needs it – he brings the lost boys on his ship for an excursion, helps David at the animal shelter, agrees to come as a guest lecturer in Mary Margaret's class talking about Travelling and Cultures, helps Regina out with paperwork and planning of certain new amenities as he believes it is quite similar to planning military plans, and once has now even regularly started helping out no one other than Belle French-Gold (yeah, that happened too) in the library, both of them forming a new and weird friendship, much to Gold's utter annoyance.

She hasn't yet let him help her. Not because she hasn't needed it, or because she's too proud. But because every interaction with him leaves her wanting so much more, wanting to just…do something to him and she really cannot do it, not just for her own safety but also as now she's not so sure whether he still wants her.

(She ignores the voice inside her head which tells her she's being ridiculous and she knows it.)

So despite him being someone she actually sort-of-might-of-kind-of more than just care about, she's not sure she'd want to show that to him.

Being a coward, she doesn't write his name on it and after folding the list, keeps it in her pocket.

(He doesn't even need to quite be on the list as he is slowly and frighteningly becoming one of the people she cares quite a bit about.)

(Writing it down won't change that when her heart and mind know it.)

~~xx~~

PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT (EVEN IF SOME OF THEM ARE A PAIN IN MY APPARENTLY ROYAL ASS) or BASICALLY PEOPLE I PROBABLY DON'T WANT TO DIE:

1. Henry Mills

2. Mary Margaret Blanchard (Nolan?)/Snow White

3. David Nolan/Prince Charming

4. Regina Mills

5. Belle French

6. Neal Cassidy

7. Gold

8. Dwarves

9. Granny

~~xx~~

Henry Mills

It's so easy with him.

All she has to do is suggest ice-cream and his face is brightening up like someone announced Christmas came early. After purchasing a sundae each, they head towards his favorite castle, both of them choosing to sit on a swing each.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Henry finally asks, watching her with his judge-y eyes.

"Why do you think that?"

He rolls his eyes, "Mom-" And it still makes her heart flutter and a sort of peace comes over her whenever he calls her that – "I know a bribe when I see one."

She laughs, "It's not a bribe. More like a…thank you."

"Thank you? For what?"

"Well for bringing me here. And believing in me so fiercely – no one has done that before." She smiles, bringing her hand up to ruffle his hair, "If you hadn't, I never would've met my family, never would've met you."

He smiles brightly at first but then suddenly his smile drops, a hurt evident in his eyes, "But I thought you hated being the Saviour."

"Well, I don't hate it. It's annoying sometimes, I guess, as I don't get to get a day off and all, but it brought me to you and that's all that matters."

He wraps his arms around her and whispers against her chest, "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too."

~~xx~~

Mary Margaret/Mom

She decides to give her mom her entire day, telling David she won't be coming in and he's more than happy to take over her shift as well if she's spending that time with Mary Margaret.

She cooks breakfast for her – nothing special just scrambled eggs and sausages, and for a moment Emma wonders if she should have at least cooked pancakes but the surprised and downright gleeful look Mary Margret gives her once she learns that it's all for her, makes that detail seem irrelevant.

Once they've finished the breakfast over some small chat, Emma asks her mom what she'd like to do for the rest of the day. Mary Margaret gives her a look as if she wants to ask but then changes her mind and instead asks to go to for a walk in the forest, quickly scurrying over to grab her hiking books.

/

As Emma rubs the mud off from her boots on a patch of grass, she remembers exactly why she fucking hates trekking through the forest. She looks ahead at her mom – a bow and arrows slung around her shoulders, her eyes scanning their surroundings, and her ears perked up to hear any strange noise, looking much the same as she did when they were both trapped in the Enchanted Forest. It's a quite contrasting image to the Mary Margaret that Emma knew and befriended as she would be in her flowing dresses probably picking out flowers.

Nevertheless she follows her, assessing and scrutinizing her mother's (oh god this is still so weird) movements. Mary Margaret suddenly stops in front of a giant tree, the bottom of it open to reveal a sort of a cave. She hesitantly touches the wood, mapping the lines in the tree with her hands.

"Um?" Emma asks, walking to stand beside her, confused with all of this.

Once she notices the little opening at the root of the tree and the wistful look in her mother's eyes, she understands. Taking a deep breath she starts, "I know you did what you had to do."

Mary Margaret smiles softly, the tears brimming her eyelids now, "Giving you up was the hardest thing I've ever had to do."

"I know." And she does. She gave up her baby too; she knows the pain all too well.

"Sorry this tree just looked like the one Gepetto and Blue made for you," Mary Margaret takes a step back, dropping her hand from the branches and circling her bow instead.

"I know, we saw it." The Enchanted Forest adventure seems so far away now that they just came back from Neverland, and had fought Cora before in Storybrooke. It was quite surreal for Emma; to learn in a moment that all the stories were true, to learn she's the Saviour, to meet her parents, and to then suddenly be transported away in a foreign magical land. And to meet even more fictional characters like Mulan, Aurora, Lancelot, and Hook. And oh my god Hook – anyways—

"So where are we going?" Emma asks, changing the topic as she does not want to spend her day with her friend, oops, mom, crying.

"Here actually," Mary Margaret deposits her arrows down on the ground, "I just thought I could teach you how to shoot an arrow. And we could take it all off on this tree which looks eerily same as the one you came to this world from."

Emma's mouth hangs open, "Um, you want me to shoot arrows?"

"Hmm." Mary Margaret smiles widely, preparing her stance and hoisting an arrow on the string, explaining directions to Emma who listens intently but also with a nervous and unbelieving frown.

In an instance the arrow hits the branch of the tree, digging in deep. Emma's seen Mary Margaret shoot an ogre, shoot to deflect Lost boys and all but watching this still makes her eyes pop out in shock as this is after all the soft and cute Mary Margaret, but is also her quite badass mother who has perfectionated this skill.

"Come on," Mary Margaret suddenly takes hold of her, pulling her until she's standing in her position.

"Shoot."

~~xx~~

Turns out, whereas punching things and wielding swords like her father is definitely in her blood, archery is definitely not so. Nonetheless, they laugh and tease and fall as Mary Margaret attempts to teach Emma the skill.

By the end of the day when they're back home, all sweaty and tired, and David has welcomed them with some fresh lemonade, Mary Margaret finally asks the question. "Do you think you would ever call me mom?"

Emma almost chokes on her lemonade at the question – something she has avoided thinking about as she honestly still doesn't know if Storybrooke is even it. But – "I think I would eventually. I just need some time." She explains, "I mean everything has happened so quickly, I just need time to process it all."

"Of course," Mary Margaret smiles widely, her eyes drifting to her husband in the kitchen who is pretending as if he isn't listening but by the tilt of his lips Emma knows he is.

"I had fun today, Emma. We should do it more often." She reaches across the table to take her hand, squeezing it gently.

Emma's phone vibrates, indicating that Henry is waiting for her downstairs so she gets up and grabs her bag.

Just as she's exiting the door she answers back, "I had fun too, even if I can't feel my arms anymore."

And she still hasn't really in explicit terms told Mary Margaret about the entire I care about you ordeal and she knows saying this will mean the world to her so just as she's leaving she says –

"And yeah we should do it again…mom."

~~xx~~

David Nolan

"I'll take your shifts for the morning so you can spend some time with Mary Margaret," Emma tells him the night before, not wanting to think about exactly what they would be utilizing that extra time for as she's still pretty traumatized with the entire taco's incident.

"Emma you don't hav-"

"I want to, okay? You guys haven't had much time together since we came back from Neverland."

David smiles then. He lifts his hand as if he wants to pat her head but drops it last minute, instead just offering her a genuine grin and a heartfelt thanks.

/

Of course David being David still shows up at the station just two hours after the start of the day, and tells Emma how he utilized that time to make Mary Margaret breakfast in bed.

She just rolls her eyes when she mentions that he's four hours too early but he quietly sits beside her, taking some of the dreadfully boring paperwork out from her hands.

Dropping a file on the table, David speaks, "It's been really quiet I must sa-"

The ringing of the bell cuts off the rest of his words and Emma sighs, "Looks like you spoke too soon."

After conversing on the phone for a solid minute and promising the quite scared man on the phone that yes she will check out who is trying to drill a hole near the troll bridge, she turns towards David, "Someone may or may not be burying a dead body. Down for the ride?"

David just grabs his holster from his table as he follows her outside.

/

Emma spots the figure in the woods, an oversized black suit covering them from head to toe, hiding their identity as they keep digging a hole near a big rock. She motions David to take out his gun and cover her while she's going to do something extremely reckless and kind of stupid by jumping this person from behind.

She tip toes as close as she can and then takes off in a sprint, the person in question turning at the sound of scrunching leaves behind and Emma wants to stop as soon as she spots his face and hears the Bloody hell but her speed is too much and before she knows it, she's crashing into him using all of her weight.

He falls on his back with a loud thump with Emma sprawled above him, his hand for some reason coming to protect her head as if she wasn't the one who probably gave him a concussion from the force with which she jumped him and made his head hit the ground.

"Swan?" he croaks out, his eyebrows twitched together in confusion as he looks up at her. She notices the way his eyes linger around her eyes, before glancing down at her lips. Her own hands are clutching the lapel of his sack-like thing he's wearing and suddenly she's quite aware of all the different ways and places they're pressed up against each other.

"Hook. What are you doing?" She asks, not even quite aware (or caring) that she's still sprawled all over him, their faces inches apart.

He opens his mouth to answer but only then she subconsciously lick her lips, his eyes then being distracted with that movement and his words being lost instantly as he manages to get his body under control as this would all lead to him just embarrassing himself in front of the lass.

A loud cough followed with David's terse Hook makes Emma come back to her senses and she immediately shuffles back on her feet, not even offering him her arm to get up. She brushes the leaves away from her jacket and turns towards him with a questioning glare when she notices that he's staring.

"Um…you have some," he points towards her hair, his fingers coming quite close to touching where some dried leaves are stuck in her golden curls. She quickly picks them out, her cheeks burning red for quite no reason.

"Who are you burying?" She asks then, needing to change the topic and focus.

"Pardon me?" Hook looks confused, his eyes darting between hers and David's who just watches them with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Whose dead body are you burying?"

Hook smiles at that, Emma forcing her gaze to not notice the way his eyes crinkle on the sides slightly or the deep dimples on his cheeks as he does so, "What makes you think that?"

"The fact that you are literally pounding that shovel into the ground?" She gestures lazily towards the square being dug out.

He looks like he wants to say something so not appropriate but David steps forward then, "What is that?" He points towards a sort of chest resting behind a rock.

Hook sighs audibly, "Ah well, I guess I have to comply with the law enforcement."

"You better." Emma mutters, following him as he directs the duo towards the chest.

"This is what I was burying, well hiding." He frowns, "Appears not so discreetly."

"What's in it?"

"It's a bloody chest." He quirks an eyebrow as if she's missing the obvious point. People just don't carry around big-ass brown chests that are found underground. It's usually either divers who've found some treasure or pirates –

Right –

"Is that where all of your treasure is?" She asks, a hint of genuine interest in her tone.

"Well not all. Just enough for comfortable travelling."

"Open it." She demands and no she totally does not just want to see what a pirate chest even has. Totally not. This is strictly business.

"Not that I've had many run ins with the law, love, but I'm quite certain without some sort of written assent, authorities are not quite allowed to demand citizens to reveal their personal property."

"Well what do you say, you're not a citizen. Open it."

"I'm afraid not so, love."

"Hook. Open it or I will be forced to seize it." She crosses her arms in front of her, jutting her chin out as if daring him to disobey her.

He stares at her for a while and then smirks, "As you wish, m'lady."

She ignores the warmth she feels in her cheeks at those words as she is transported back to their kiss again, and no of course he has not ever seen Princess Bride so no way does he know the kind of emotion those three little words would evoke inside her.

She watches in fascination as he detaches his hook from his brace, and kneels in front of the chest. With a wink towards her, he inserts his hook in the opening of the chest and clicks it in some sort of pattern. Once a loud clank is heard, he retrieves his hook and clicks it back on his brace, Emma and even David watching the entire process in fascination.

"Shall I or would you like to do the honors?" he steps back, coming to stand beside Emma as he gestures towards his chest.

Her brain is a jumbled mess of conflicting emotions in the moment – she knows she should be the one to open it as she learned during her time as a bails bond person that there might be some sort of weapon the person can use, but then she highly doubts Hook would attack her. And then also she wants to have that dramatic music, bright lights, and slow-motion 'opening a pirate chest' moment so she just nods at him, tucking her gun away in her back pocket.

David mumbles a quick "Be careful" to her as he stands behind her, forcing Hook to shove off on the side.

Emma kneels on the ground, grabbing the sides of the chest and with a quick deep breath, lifts the heavy top of it, a little gasp of excitement leaving her lips as she reveals the contents of the chest.

There are some jewels definitely, more than just some quite honestly. But more interestingly, there are many books, the yellowed papers of them meaning they are probably from the earlier days of his 300 year old existence. She moves her hands to go pick a book up but retrieves it immediately – she doesn't know the procedure to touch such an old book, or even if Hook would allow her to.

But the she feels his hook nudge her shoulder slightly, "Go on, love. Investigate properly."

She smirks at that, not daring to even look at him as there's no way he would not see the way her face lit up at that encouragement. She picks the book up lightly, blowing air on it to remove the dust on it and reveal the title.

The Most Excellent Ways To Sail A Royal Vessel and A Captain's Utmost Responsibilities by Liam Jones

"Your brother?" David asks from behind her, gently taking the book from Emma's hands.

"Aye," Killian answers, slightly touched that David remembers.

"So you really were part of the Royal Navy, huh?"

"I told you, mate." Killian rolls his eyes.

"You just don't seem the type."

"Aye, well turns out 300 years really do change a person's character."

"I doubt it," Emma interjects, making Killian snap his head towards her, "If you were truly a pirate and not I guess a good guy, whatever the hell that even means, you wouldn't have come to Neverland with us or saved David's life."

His face softens for an instance before he's clenching his jaw and putting his cocky mask back on, "I didn't do it for the hero status, darling."

Later Emma will think about what was even transpiring in her mind to ever mutter these words to him, and that too in front of her father, but in this moment she could care less about anything because she's so frustrated, "I doubt you did it for me or else you wouldn't be ignoring me instead of courting me or whatever since we came back."

Hook takes a step back, his jaw hanging open for a moment before he schools his features and says, "I'm not ignoring you."

Emma rolls her eyes, "Right, whatever." She turns on her heels then – her cheeks burning and she just wants to cry out in frustration and embarrassment – "Just don't make false promises you can't keep, okay."

"Emma," Hook moves, his fingers brushing against her jacket but she just moves forward and turns towards her father, "You coming? Just seems like a pirate trying to hide his treasure, nothing serious."

David looks as if he wishes the ground would just open and swallow him whole but then he hands Hook his brother's book and clasps him on his shoulder slightly before following an irate Emma out of the forest.

/

"That was uncalled for, you know?" David says once they're at Granny's for a late lunch.

Emma drops the onion ring she was just about to eat and snaps her head towards her father in exasperation, "You're blaming me?"

"He didn't say anything wrong."

"Wow," Emma shakes her head in disapproval, "You're taking his side."

"I'm not taking any sides." David clarifies, "Listen, Emma. Ugh I'm going to regret saying this but just listen to me for one second, okay?"

Emma raises her hands in defeat and asks him to continue.

"So you and Hook, um, kissed in Neverland. And that's okay, I mean not okay but whatever, you're a grown woman and your mother told me I'm not allowed to be upset about that. But anyways, your mother and I just want you to be happy."

Emma wishes to deny everything he just said but waits; after all this day is supposed to be about her showing him that she cares and some fatherly advice would be appreciated.

"We're not saying, well I'm not saying – and don't tell this to your mother – that you need love in your life to be happy but love is a beautiful thing and it does make your life much more exciting and wonderful. We now know that you are not interested in Neal as you rightfully shouldn't be after all you told us about him, but Emma-"

He turns silent for a moment as if searching the right way to say this.

"I've never met a more honorable pirate than Hook."

Emma stays silent for a moment as words escape her, the implication of what her father is trying to tell her clear as day. It's not that she doesn't know what he's saying is correct, or doubts Hook's intentions, but his distance from her this last month does make her a bit insecure. And then of course Neal is a walking example she has to see everyday of just why exactly she can't trust Hook with her heart, or open up to him.

"Don't tell Hook I said that."

A laugh escapes her at that, David also then grinning at the sudden change of mood as Emma loses herself in laughing with her father.

So when David offers her his arm as they're exiting Granny's, she gladly takes it and smiles up to him before she promises, "I'll try to live in the moments and will think about…stuff."

"Good." David smiles before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

~~xx~~

Regina Mills

Emma should've known that the moment she called Regina to ask her to meet her for lunch, the woman would go into panic mode and ask her a million questions about the safety of their son, her parents, and the town before calming down. As Emma pops the question, she's met with a short and awkward pause before Regina hangs up saying "Anywhere but Granny's and her greasy food."

So that's how she finds herself sitting at some cute salad café near the docks, digging into probably the biggest salad bowl she's ever had.

"What is this meeting regarding, Miss Swan?" Regina asks, sipping on her expensive red wine.

"I think you can drop the Miss now Regina." Emma rolls her eyes, "And nothing, can't I just invite you for lunch?"

"Are you running away from Storybrooke and asking me if you can take Henry with you cause I swear to God Miss Swan I will hunt you down no matt-"

"God Regina no!" Emma clanks her fork down, taking a few deep breaths before continuing as this is so not why she invited Regina out for lunch.

"I don't quite understand the purpose of this meeting then. You're already Sheriff, your parents are alive, you have Henry, and have that pirate pining after you, what else could you possibly need?"

Emma sighs, rubbing the palms of her hand on her forehead as this was such a bad idea. Doing this with her parents and Henry was fine and easy as they were family and understood her but Regina was –

- What was Regina?

"Friend." Emma blurts out.

"What?"

"I just thought you and I could be, I don't know, friends maybe?"

"You want to be friends? With me?" If it wasn't for the slight waver in Regina's voice at the end, Emma might have even laughed at the look of utter disbelief on her face.

"Yeah. Crazy, right?" Emma shrugs, "I mean, I love Henry and my parents but they don't quite understand what it is like to be…rejected the way I did, the way you do."

Emma watches in shock (and a bit of intrigue) as Regina drops her fork and blinks her eyes a few times, looking anywhere but at her, "I've never really had a friend."

"Yeah, me neither." Emma softens, "I mean, I once did but she betrayed me and yeah it doesn't matter."

"Well, I spent a whole lot of time trying to kill one of my only friends until quite recently, and sent you to slay my other friend."

"The dragon?"

"Maleficent. She's fine; she's always had a penchant for being overdramatic."

"You…have your friend locked in the mines?" Emma asks suspiciously.

Regina smiles the littlest smiles at that, "Are you afraid I will try to kill you Miss Swan?"

"Well, you have tried." Emma shrugs, offering her a grin to make sure she knows that she's joking.

"Well, I don't want to kill you now." Regina smirks slightly, "And not just cause Henry would never forgive me."

"That's a start."

"I guess that it is." Regina lifts her wine glass, titling it slightly towards Emma, who picks her own glass up and clinks it with hers, both women smiling.

Who thought the daughter of Snow White, the Saviour, could end up being friends with the Evil Queen?

~~xx~~