Hi there!

First, thanks for reading!

Second, I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I'm really sick these days and I can barely make it out of bed, and even less to write. Still, I'll try to get better soon and write more asap.

Happy reading!

"You wanna play soccer?" Emma asked with surprise when Henry got back from school claiming that he had to be on the team. "Why?"

"Well mom, I am a really good player you know?" he grinned, walking to the couch and sitting down. Of course, the woman was ignorant of the boy's actual interest for sports, but Henry had kept it hidden for years— comics had become his main interest and he hadn't had any friends to play sports with anyway. Emma swallowed hard, realizing that maybe she did not know her son that much, that despite she had met him for four years already she still did not know many details of his life. "And dad is part of the soccer team."

"Wait, what?" Emma's mouth fell open. "Dad?! Do you mean Neal?!"

"Yeah. Dad is alive in this world, and he is kinda good at soccer. That's how he met you, mom!" the boy laughed at both women's faces. Emma and Regina looked at each other, then back to the teenager. "Mom also plays soccer, she is the captain. He did the tryouts on their freshman year, and he kinda was a prick—"

"Language, Henry."

"Sorry, mom. Well, dad was stupid and told mom girls couldn't play soccer because it was a man's game."

"Please tell me I kicked his ass."

"You shot a ball straight to his face."

"I love this reality." Emma grinned, then frowned. "I didn't know you played soccer… or any sport, actually."

"Well I've always liked sports, mom. I just don't play much anymore… I didn't really have friends before finding you, and now with all the villains coming to town and the curses and everything I don't have time."

"Oh."

"Hey, hey, let's not get sad." Regina whispered, standing and putting a hand on the blonde's shoulder, knowing how she felt. Sure, she had been there for Henry, but they had had rough times. She smiled and spoke, "Your son is a genius though. There is a rule in Storybrooke's school that says that the captains of both teams have to be on any tryouts— so there is no rivalry between them and they have to cooperate— and that basically means that if Henry gets to be in the team he will get to know Neal..."

"... and Emma, probably." Henry grinned and walked towards them, seeing how the brunette dropped her hand and her fingertips accidentally grazed Emma's hand. "I doubt dad would not like me, so if I'm friends with him I could be friends with you— well, the young you— too."

"But what about Regina? The young one..."

"I'm not old."

"You know what I mean."

"Mom is not in high school." Henry muttered, shrugging and then reaching for his backpack, taking a comic book he had borrowed from Ruby. "I think she's a cheerleader or something, but she was not in the cafeteria with them during lunch."

"Then?"

"Storybrooke's University." Regina stated, eyes wide as she realized why her younger self wore the uniform she wore. Standing up and going to the hall of the house, she searched for the booklet she had seen that morning when entering the house. The man that had rented them the house had left a Welcome to Storybrooke booklet next to the phone, and as she opened it and ran through the pages she thanked that there was not much change on the town. "Storybrooke's University offers scholarships for the most brilliant students and athletes of the local high school, being free for anyone registered as an inhabitant of the town." she read. "... Including science, arts, soccer and cheerleading scholarships."

"Cheerleading scholarships? Is that even a thing?"

"I don't know out of the town, but in Storybrooke it is. And look at the school's coat of arms." she turned the booklet, showing them the image. A book and a quill, colored with black, yellow and white. "Red and white are the colors of the high school, while these are the ones for the university."

"That's why you wore that uniform."

"Exactly. Regina is a cheerleader, but she's in university."

"And how the hell will we get to know her if she's not in university?"

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Emma, you have to do this."

"I am so not teaching girls how to cheer."

"You are, because I've wasted the small amount of magic it seems I have here to make sure the last coach got her leg broken and Henry had to make a quick resume for you in a really old computer that traumatized him from how slow it was, so you will get in there and be Coach Amy Woods from now on, got it?"

Regina was practically yelling to her face, standing just a few inches from her. Emma was both surprised both amazed, green eyes studying the other's face. She is doing this for our son, for all of us to go back to the real Storybrooke. And she kinda looks great from this close… And now I'm kinda turned on. Get your shit together, Emma. You're the savior.

"Well now we know who's wearing the pants in our relationship." she spoke. She knew she had started falling in love with the brunette some time ago, and that she was going to enjoy being fake married to her. The problem was, Regina was definitely not a fan of the idea, and even was obviously not in love with her. At least she could tease her.

"There is no relationship, Emma."

"I know, love." the blonde said with a smirk before leaning to kiss the brunette's cheek and quickly walking away to the campus. Regina stood still, unable to process the woman's action as she blushed. Did Emma just— She called me love? And then… oh, fuck's sake Emma. Don't. No. I'm going to kill you. she thought, but the smile that started to appear on her face betrayed her. A part of her had loved that small moment, but a part of her was enraged. She wants teasing? Oh, she'll have it.

"Do these two realize how gay they are?" Cruella questioned, handful of popcorn going from her hand to her mouth. "Like, seriously. They're gayer than Ellen."

"Ellen who?"

"You really need to read more about this world's celebrities."