Just so you know, I don't have any "ships" in my head, so there are a lot of potential pairings and I haven't planned it out in advance so don't even start predicting. Also, I know some of you will be unhappy with the revelation of possible father. But don't say it wasn't foreshadowed- read chapter one again.

Emma wasn't sleeping. She couldn't get the day's events and revelations out of her head. Her mom pregnant. A baby that would get to grow up in Mommy and Daddy's care, a prince or princess to replace the one they had lost: her. How did she feel? Numb. It was inevitable. She had always been replaceable, from that first foster home all the way up to her last job in Boston. Nothing permanent. She once thought that maybe she'd settle down in Storybrooke, but then she had decided to leave. Henry wouldn't let her. And look how well that had turned out? Now she was trapped on a boat with the Evil Queen, the Dark One, Captain Hook, and her parents, who just happened to be Snow White and Prince Charming. Her mental health was hanging on by a thread.

Emma kicked off her blankets and padded out of the cabin to head on deck for some fresh air. She really needed to clear her head. When she stepped onto the deck, she saw a solitary figure silhouetted in the moonlight. She leaned against the door frame, hiding in the shadows, observing. Something in the slump of the Captains shoulders indicated extreme fatigue. So why wasn't he in bed like everyone else? Maybe he was also reeling from today's events. But why? As far as Emma knew, he had no interest in anyone on the ship. Well, maybe not everyone. He had an annoying habit of flirting with her, turning every conversation into sexual innuendos. And with Neal dead, and Henry missing, Killian was the only one she could talk to. Her roommate had spent the entire voyage complaining, vomiting, and sleeping. And her mom and dad? Well, they were just too happy to finally have each other again.

So what was bothering the captain? Could he really be worried about how she'd take the news of her parents' pregnancy? Part of her hoped so. She desperately wanted someone to care. Emma was about to shut the door and push herself out of the shadows to seek comfort with Killian when she heard crying from below deck. Something pulled her down the stairs to investigate. There she found Regina gasping on her cot, struggling through another terrible nightmare.

Emma didn't know what to do. Regina hated to admit weakness, becoming angry if Emma mentioned her troubled sleep. But this time, Regina was scaring her, so against her better judgment, Emma slipped to the floor beside Regina's palette and shook the queen awake.

Regina was in the middle of a blood curdling scream when Emma finally roused her. She instinctively jerked away from Emma's touch before her horror struck eyes blinked and she took a deep breath.

"Thank you," Regina whispered.

Emma nearly replied with a snarky 'It's about time', but she realized that for whatever reason, Regina was open right now and with a little encouragement she just might be able to coax a bit of that bottled up emotion to the surface.

Emma wasn't sure why she was doing it, but she sat down next to Regina and asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Regina started. "Maybe?" she asked, demonstrating a strange vulnerability that Emma had never seen before.

Emma felt a strange urge to reach out and touch Regina's back, rubbing small comforting circles without even realizing what she was doing.

"I'm scared," Regina whispered. She stared at her hands, not looking at Emma, as if making eye contact would shatter her. And maybe it would. Her hold on her sanity was just as tenuous as Emma's in that moment.

"It's okay," Emma answered, somehow doubting the truth of her statement. She and Regina were both far from okay. "What are you scared of?"

"Greg," Regina whispered, barely audible. "He has Henry."

"And he nearly killed you," Emma whispered, trying to fill in the gaps.

"And…" Regina's voice failed, but she gestured toward her abdomen in a way that made Emma's eyes widen.

"It's Greg's?" Emma's voice rose above a whisper, her hand stopped circling Regina's back, her eyes widened in shock.

"Maybe," Regina whispered, leaning into Emma's hand.

Emma's hand restarted drawing lazy circles, and Regina went on.

"Probably," she stated. "Yes," she whispered.

"Not Hook?" Emma whispered back.

"I don't think so."

The two women sat in silence, processing the information.

"I'm worried that Henry will think I'm replacing him."

Regina changed the topic so suddenly; it took Emma a moment to catch up.

"He would never," Emma started.

"Don't you?"

Again, it took Emma's mind a moment to catch up to Regina's question. Of course she felt like her parents were replacing her.

"That's because they are. David basically told Mary Margaret."

"Did he?" Regina was strangely taking sides with the woman she had spent most of her life hating. Emma blew out a puff of air, something like a frustrated sigh. She knew that her parents loved her, as much as they could. She knew it wasn't fair to be jealous of the new baby. But she was anyway.

"It's not fair," Emma muttered.

"No," Regina answered, "it's not." And Emma wasn't sure if Regina meant Emma's situation or her own. But in the end, it didn't matter.