Emma is walking passed the school to the station, but hears Henry calling after her, "Emma! Hey, Emma!"

Emma turns to him and smiles brightly, "Hey kid!" Then she gives him a look, "What are you doing outside?" She looks up and sees Mary Margaret, who was moved up to seventh grade the year before, outside with the rest of his class. She waves at her roommate then silently asks for a couple minutes with him. Mary Margaret only nods and turns back to her class.

Henry turns back to Emma from looking at his teacher as well, "Emma, I think something is wrong… I don't want you to get hurt! And I don't want Mom to either… Please…" He clearly doesn't know what he wants her to do or not do.

"Henry… I'm fine… I'm not gonna get hurt. Your mom is fine too… besides, I'm pretty sure she can handle herself, alright?" She gives him a look, telling him she's not sure what he needs from her.

"No, Emma…" he pulls her down, "I think people are going to be getting their memories back soon…" Emma knits her brows and leans closer, "And I'm sure that Mom is positive they are…" He takes a breath, "Emma, I'm worried about her!"

Emma knelt down to one knee and looked up at him, "Henry… I know you like your Mom now, but… In order for me to know the real facts... Kid, I need to know something." He nods, "Do you love your mom?" He stares at her, "Henry…"

Henry has tears in his eyes as he nods, "Yeah."

"Alright." She smiles at him, "Then… when people start getting their memories back, you and me are going to have to do our damndest to make sure that she's protected. We're all she's got. We are the only two who love her." He nods and wipes his eyes, embarrassed that he let the tears fall, "You okay?" he nods again. "Alright then, Kid. Go on back with your class." He dives in to hug her and she holds him with everything she's got. "Go, go. I'm meeting your mom at the station…"

Emma walks into the station and hears her lover's voice after she shuts the door, "Emma… Darling, lock the door."

Emma turns to see Regina sitting in a chair in one of the cells. She gives her a dirty smirk, "Well, my, my baby, I didn't know you were into role-play… I would have gotten us in on this the second night be made love…" She winks as she locks the door and starts to walk saucily over to Regina, "But honestly, honey, you couldn't come up with anything more imaginative than the 'Sherriff and the prisoner'?"

Emma looks at Regina's face and senses the seriousness of the room, "What's going on?" She sees that Regina is holding the only two sets of keys to the cells… Regina's skeleton set of keys to the town, and Emma's set. She looks down at her belt to find that sure enough, they were gone, "Regina… Why did you lock yourself in jail?"

"How long have we been together?" Regina looks up at Emma.

"Two months…"

"Remember our first date?" Regina asks her. Emma nods and grins, "Remember what you asked me during dessert and I told you that you would know soon?" Emma nods slowly, "Well, I need to tell you while it's still early in this relationship… while it's still 'soon'… and while there's still time for you to break it off."

"Regina, come on…" Emma grabs onto the bars, "Let yourself out of there and come here…"

"Emma will you sit down please?" Regina gestures to the chair she brought from the desk in the open area.

Emma turns around to see the chair, but something else catches her attention… the painting from two months ago. It's the one she had been working on the night she learned of the shed and of Regina's insane talent with spray paint. She reaches out and touches it…touches her own painted face, traces her finger over the now textured part that was a scrape on her face from something. She touches the sword that Regina painted her with defending… a baby in her arm.

"A baby?" She touches the little bundle's face with her fingers too, "That's what I was defending? That's what you were hiding from me? That night? Making me guess? It was a baby the whole time…" She begins tracing the features, not just touching.

"Yeah, well… I wasn't exactly sure myself… I was more focused on you…your face actually…" Regina cocks her head to the side and watches Emma take herself and the baby in.

Emma turns around and smirks at her, "I do have a good face…" She says cockily, playfully. Regina smiles and nods in completed unabashed agreement. Emma walks a couple feet from the painting, "What are you doin' in there?" She asks sadly.

Regina looks away, "Believe me I deserve much worse than this…" She crosses her arms, holding herself, "Everything that Henry believes is real… I shouldn't be happy. I don't deserve a happy ending." She finally brings herself to look at Emma's face, "I took over and cursed Fairytale Land because I'm a bitch of a witch with a heart full of revenge aimed primarily at your mother…" She swallows and looks away again, "I'm evil and I deserve death. I don't deserve this… I don't deserve you…" She looks up at Emma once more. "You deserve more… you deserve so much more… Henry was right all along. I'm a horrible, horrible, evil thing. Everything Henry's ever thought… that is me." She pauses for a moment, "If I could go back, I would. I would let you live happily with your parents; I wouldn't rip the hearts of people that care for me the most. I—"

"I know…" Emma says quietly, stopping Regina's apologetic, remorseful flow.

"You… what?" Regina looks at her baffled.

"I know it's real… I know Mary Margaret is my mom and David is my dad… I have his jaw, but I look like her…on a familial level." She takes a breath, "I know you'd go back and give me happiness… I know you wouldn't rip the many hearts out… I know what your nightmares are…" She looks at Regina; she stares her in the eyes, "I also know that I would never appreciate happiness if you someday find a way to go back. I know that if that happens, I'll never be truly happy 'cause I won't have you… I'll never be able to hold you and tell you that everything will be fine… I'd never have Henry…"

She rolls closer to the brunette, "See, honey, there are really, really good things about this life that you cursed us into that I wouldn't let you give up for anything… And speaking of one of those really, really good things… Speaking of our son…" She holds onto the bars as she can't scoot any closer to the brunette, "He told me two months ago that he believes that the white knight isn't supposed to kill the evil queen… He believes I'm supposed to kill the curse with true love's kiss… He thinks that if I kill the curse that way, then I have effectively taken the evil from the queen…" Emma reached out to her, "He thinks I need to save you…. Not Storybrooke. Darlin', he thinks that you're a good person… So, if what he says is true…." Emma takes a breath, "Then you need to come out of this cell right now 'cause you've saved two lives…" Regina is about to protest, "And while that doesn't quite make up for what you've done in the past… it's a beginning."

Regina gives Emma a sad look. And Emma stares at her without backing from her statement. She's meant every word.

Regina changes the subject and gestures to the painting, "You know, in the book, that's exactly what your father looks like…minus the curls."

Emma laughs, "Yeah, I guess it is! That's a little weird isn't it?" She walks over to the painting then looks over to Regina, "I mean, cause you said that it was so vivid in your mind..at least my face was… that's what you… Right?"

"No, yes, I think it's more than a little coincidental… I'm just not sure if it was a vision or if it was like me thinking about…everything I had done…and wanting to in some way connect you to your roots. To who you really are…"

Emma walks over to Regina and puts her hands on the bars and her face in between, "Please come out of there."

"But I should be—"

"Forgiven. Which I have done for you. So please… Come out of there."

Regina swallows and stands she gives Emma her set of keys, "I'm sorry I stole these."

Emma takes them and a smirk appears on her features, "Right…I should punish you for that…"

Regina gives her a look then her eyes bug, "Are you saying that…that after all of that…?"

Emma is clearly saying that.

"Here?" Regina asks.

"There's a bed right there…there's a desk in my office…there's a desk right there too. There are jail bars…" She pats them, "Right here." Emma gives her a wicked smirk, "Oh I could punish you so bad, Mayor. Don't do the crime if you can't make up for it in hot, steamy sex."

Regina laughs then sobers quickly. She walks over to Emma and kisses her hard between the bars, "Are you coming in here with me or am I going to try to escape."

"Mm," Emma smirks, "To make this easier on all of us…let's go in there together."

AN: Hello all, I'm not sure when the next time I will be able to update is, but I assure you…as soon as I have finals and the rest of my school work taken care of, I will be furiously typing the next chapter!