Hello there again! I'm so sorry it took me a week to update. Law course is very demanding :( However I made this chapter twice as long as the other chapters have been, so hopefully you won't mind and you can all forgive me heh. Hope you enjoy it :D

Emma was still storming off even though she was well off from the Mill's house. She was walking with a regular measured tread, stomping her feet, swinging her arms, as she clenched her fists tight, grinding her teeth, her face clearly fuming. The Saviour's head was swarming with thoughts: a tangled cobweb with Regina at the centre. Emma kept recalling Regina's last few phrases, and how the dark-haired woman had let them roll off her tongue without a second thought. Letting the words pierce right through the blonde's chest, puncturing her heart. She could not understand why Regina would act in such a manner. Her mind twirled with questions. Why would she be allowed to comfort her, only to be kicked out the morning after? Why would Regina no longer confine in her? Why would she close herself off to the blonde? Why would she put up such a front when the Saviour could see right through her? Emma went on asking questions to herself, to which no answers were provided. She began struggling with her emotions, her anger pushing and her compassion pulling. She could discern how the mixed feelings tore at her. One moment she was enraged at the Major and the next she was craving for her lips. Emma's body heated up quickly at the thought of Regina's mouth. She promptly pushed the thought away, convincing herself that she was furious and mad at her. She carried on treading heavily and angrily towards Granny's, till she heard a voice call out to her, which brought her out of the commotion happening in her head.

"Swan?"

Emma turned towards the voice to find Hook across the street, making her come to an immediate halt. She stood still for a little while just watching him as he stared at her in confusion and concern. Emma then looked up and down the street, watching out for any cars and as soon as it was clear, she ran over to him.

"What's going on? What you doing here?" he asked her as soon as she was close enough, but she did not respond. Instead she kept running towards him and crashed her lips against his. He was taken a back for a second, but quickly returned the kiss. When Emma finally broke the kiss, letting her forehead rests against his, she exhaled, making Killian pull back.

"What was that?" he questioned.

"Since when do you complain?" she lightly smirked.

"I'm not love … I'm just … concerned" he stated. "Where's Regina?"

"She's fine, she'll call if she needs me, let's not talk about it" she stated firmly in a hurry.

Killian raised his brow, but complied once Emma grabbed his hand and pulled him after her, heading towards Mary Margaret's loft. They were silent all the way over, just exchanging glances and soft smiles. Killian was aware Emma was acting strange but knew better than to make the blonde feel cornered. He thought if she had left Regina, she must have thought it was best to do so, and felt secure enough to leave her alone, and if she needed to talk, she would once she's ready. The man in leather was content just being in her presence once again, and did not want to drive her away the second he got her back that day. Moreover he wanted to spend as much time as possible with the blonde, and if silence was the way to do it, he was more than happy to comply. Plus he was not particularly concerned about Regina, only about Emma. On the other hand, Emma was not concerned about what the man next to her could have been thinking. Instead she wondered about Regina. She tried to push her thoughts aside, but every time they slowly creeped back in. Her mind insisted on constructing concern for the brunette. Every time the blonde would slightly shake her head in disapproval and lower her eyes to watch the way Killian's fingers were intertwined with hers. On every occasion she looked down at their hands she would then glance at Hook, to find him always smiling at her with a glow in his eyes. She let that sight fill her with warmth and reassurance. She would let a gentle smile form, together with a short prayer for her mind not to wonder back to Regina. Nonetheless it did, there was no escape when it came to Regina.

They made it to the loft, although Emma seemed unaware of such arrival, as she merely just stood in front of the door. Her body had followed Killian's pull and push about, not fully acknowledging where she is, her thoughts flooding her brain.

"Love?" Hook spoke, bringing Emma out of her dream-state, making her look over to him. He looked at her and then towards the door, signalling with his eyebrows for her to open it. However she looked straight through him, still not entirely conscious to where they stood.

"Don't have a key, yet, Swan" he stated, slightly frowning.

"Oh right" Emma finally conversed, moving her head from side to side, in a repeated swiveling, rapid motion, in order to snap herself back to the land of the living.

She rummaged through her pockets in order to find the keys. Once she located the key set with the key that matched the required door, she let them both inside with a "Don't get your hopes up" comment to Killian's remark earlier. Once inside, Emma paused, allowing herself to supervise the place, her head turning gradually from left to right. She listened carefully but nothing and no one made a single sound.

"Hello?" she called out, and when no one answered, she started roaming around, searching for a figure. "Henry? Mom?"

On point she heard keys jingling at the door, and a moment later she watched her parents enter with paper cups held on a disposable paper tray, as well as a large brown paper bag. She could instantly smell the aroma of coffee, a whiff of cinnamon, and a scent of chocolate waffles. She could feel her legs weaken at the thought of such delicious food, for she had not eaten all morning, seeing as Regina had kicked her out before breakfast was served.

"Emma?" her mother spoke from the door, as her father peaked from behind.

"Hey" she husked, trying to ignore the idea and smell of food. "Where were you?" She continued, although she assumed she already knew the answer to that but just wanted to clarify.

"We went to pick up some breakfast. Henry wanted waffles and hot chocolate." David announced happily, as he settled the food and drinks on the kitchen counter.

"Henry?" Emma questioned.

"Yes, why?" Mary Margaret cross-examined, folding her arms.

"Well, where is he?" the blonde quickly jumped, her head spinning, announcing to them his absence.

"He's not here?" her mother worried, widening her eyes at Emma.

"No!" Emma affirmed "Oh no …" she exclaimed, quickly rushing to the door, she had just walked through moments ago.

"Emma?" Mary Margaret and David simultaneously uttered.

The blonde turned and sighed at them, "Don't you get it?"

Snow and Charming gazed at each other in confusion, so Emma proceeded to fill them in on the mystery. "He realized you wouldn't let him leave to go see Regina, so..."

"So he made us leave instead" Snow interrupted.

"So he wasn't really hungry?" Charming questioned catching on.

"Where would he learn something like that?" Snow shot eyeing Emma and David consecutively.

"Well he is my kid" Emma reminded them, letting a slight smile form at the corner of her lips, somewhat impressed with Henry's deed.

"Well why would you teach him something you wouldn't want him to do?" Her mother eyed at her, crossing her arms.

"I didn't teach him … I … might have …" she mumbled as her mother continued to give her looks, "just mentioned I did it once or twice as a kid!" she finished hurriedly, earning her a final gasp from Snow. "It doesn't matter, let's go get him!" she stated soundly.

"Wait…" her mother cut in one more time, "Why aren't you with Regina?"

However the only response she got was Emma letting out a deep breath, as she shrugged her shoulders, which made Hook cause them to remember his presence by walking over to the couple, stating, "Good luck getting that out of her". Safe to say it gained him a winced look from the blonde.

"She's fine!" Emma stated, waving her hands around for emphasis.

"Non-sense… I'm going over!" Snow ignored her daughter's reassurance, making her way over to the door herself.

"She's not going to hurt anyone Mom. Her magic is under control. It was, all through the night and this morning!"

"Oh Emma" her mother spoke softly, slightly pouting at Emma's naïve response. "I'm not worried that she would hurt someone. Funnily enough I know she won't."

Emma tilted her head uncertain of her mother's words, pulling a face to encourage her mother on.

"I'm worried she'll hurt herself!" Snow exclaimed truly concerned for the once Evil Queen. "She shouldn't be alone. We assured her she was no longer alone. I want to maintain that promise!"

The Saviour let Snow's words hit her, slowly but firmly. She watched her mother's sincerity in her eyes, and felt her breath hitch at the thought of leaving her alone, despite Regina's urge to be left alone. 'I should have fought harder' she thought to herself. The blonde smiled at her mother, making the brunette search for her daughter's hand. Snow pressed her hand gently, and reached for the door knob with her free hand.

"What about the food?" David muttered.

"David!" Snow shot at him, glaring at him with her fixed, blazing eyes, causing David to lose his words.

"I believe the Prince is right!" Hook supported his new-found friend.

"What?" and "Excuse me" jumped out of Emma's and Snow's mouths simultaneously.

"I'm just saying, if you say that the Queen's magic is under control, and she's alright, and not alone because Henry is practically there right now, then why such a fuss aye?" he finished off with a smile, cheering himself on. He watched as everyone seemed to contemplate his words and take them for their truth, so he added, "Just let the kid spend some time with his mother before you hurl him away".

Emma and Snow gazed at one another, regarding Hook's statement, and sighed in defeat. They made their way over to the kitchen counter, and settled ready to eat their breakfast.

Blackness, breeziness, banging. Agony, abashed, adjuring. Torment, twitching, toiling. Slithering, shrieking, spell-working. The aforementioned were all that was present inside the Mills House, within Regina's mind, throughout her entire framework, undermining her senses. Her eyes fluttering on and off, alternating between light and darkness. Feeling the wind hitting her face, crashing through the room. Her body weakened, barely baring the extreme physical and mental suffering, as she soundlessly pleaded for aid, rather ashamed. The brunette was in turmoil, distressed, spasming at every jolt of magic that shot, despite the struggling she maintained to hold it back. She slide across the floor every time she involuntarily caused an enchantment, screaming in pain for a moment at the affliction it caused her. The magic did not seize, consequently neither did her suffering. Without a break, her hands, sometimes even her whole physique, produced sparks, making her scrunch her face, as the vibrations ran through her body. It stung all over. It was similar to experiencing being electrocuted over and over again. Regina thought she would no longer withstand this occurrence, till she heard a faint voice coming from the front door of the mansion. She kept her eyes closed shut, attempting to concentrate on that sole voice, blocking any other sound out. Ignoring every discomfort and every hearable vibration that travelled through the air. Soon enough she identified who possessed that voice. Henry. This thought alone made her eyes unseal. The wreckage in the kitchen became known to her, as she observed the room, registering that most of her kitchen cabinets were no longer in place, cutlery was hurled across the floor, joined by her red apples. She gazed upwards to establish where the gust of wind emerged from, detecting a colossal seem-like whirlpool, purple in colour, just above her head.

"Mom? Mom?" Henry brought her attention from outside.

"Henry" she attempted to call out but all that came out was a low, barely audible cry.

Henry was insistent and banged relentlessly on the front door of the Mills House. He could hear the loud noises that were emerging from inside the house, perceiving objects crashing against the walls, and cluttering against the solid floor, as the current of air blew in every direction.

Regina crawled heavily towards the entrance hall, in the direction of the front door. She winced with every slight movement. Her body ached, nevertheless, she persisted to move forward, sliding her body along the ground. Hearing her boy shouting, crying, hammering at the door, willed her on.

Henry could steadily deduce that the loud commotion was moving closer to the doorway. This encouraged him to yell out even louder, and to start striking the door with his stronger foot. However he was not strong enough to kick it open, but he did not let off. He wanted to alert his mother he was there, and he certainly had. Regina could make out the squeals and boots just outside. It shattered her heart hearing her boy in such a state.

"Damn it" she muttered quietly to herself, not having the strength to call out to Henry.

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady her breathing and relax her body and mind, pushing away every ounce of pain, fear, and fatigue. She regained as much power and will as she could, and leaped as quickly as possible to her feet, and made a run for the piece of furniture that was situated in the entrance hall, fully knowing that Emma had set her phone on it last night, since she saw it earlier when she was making her way to the kitchen. Her knees buckled, but before she collapsed to the floor, she managed to snatch her phone from the narrow table. The Major fell down and crashed against the floor with a thud, making her groan in more pain. Her magic had not subsided either, it was still degenerating, firing and blasting at the walls. She was breathing heavily, slowly and loudly, feeling her chest about to concave. With trembling hands, she dialed for Emma and pleaded to herself to hear the blonde's voice. In spite of her wishes, she didn't. It went to voicemail.

Regina frowned at her misfortune, however she let the call go on, aiming at leaving a message. Although the lack of response made her anxious, suddenly overwhelmed, and was starting to have a panic attack. Her breathing now laboured, as she evidently increased her effort to breathe, her nasal flaring, as she grunted, making stridor sounds.

"Emma…" she muttered, fighting through her bodily and psychological distress.

Emma heard a frantic, rapid, reoccurring knock at the door, as did Hook, Snow and Charming, making them all peer at the door. Before any one of them could move or question the knocker's identity, they heard a woman's voice. "Emma? Emma!" This made Emma jump off her seat and rush over to the door. She nervously opened it to find a tall, slender, brunette, gazing at her with green eyes, somewhat dressed in red.

"Ruby?" Emma questioned her presence.

"Red?" her mother joined, as she saw her closest ally at her doorway.

Red rushed inside, waving her hands around for dramatic effect, to support her asking, "Where the hell have you been?"

"Umm… here?" Emma responded in confusion, as Snow and Charming approached to see what was transpiring, whilst Hook remained seated.

"I've been calling and calling" Red continued, swiftly and nervously, making Emma raise an eyebrow, showing her uncertainty about what is happening. "Regina is in trouble."

"What?" Emma shot at her, widening her eyes "What happened? Where is she?" Not giving a chance for Ruby to get a word in, causing Mary Margaret to gently grab Emma's arm to politely quiet her down.

"I don't know. Some sort of magic just shot out of her house into the sky!" Red exclaimed.

"Oh no" Snow uttered, horror showing on her face.

Before anyone could utter a single word in addition to Snow's, Emma dashed to the door, prompting Snow to gaze at Red before they darted after her. Consequently David followed suit running after them, whilst Hook shrugged unhurriedly off his seat. Emma raced ahead of them, running down the flight of stairs. She leaped the final few steps, rushing outside, and maintained her run till she reached her car.

"Emma!" Snow called out to her as the blonde fumbled for her keys. "Wait" she requested.

Emma set her door ajar and hopped inside the yellow bug, shouting to her mother to hurry up and get in the car. Snow obliged and jogged over to Emma's automobile, followed by Red.

"Seriously?" Emma projected at them, perplexed, staring at both Mary Margaret and Ruby who demanded access to her car. "Well, come on then, get it!" Emma jumped at them, prompting Snow to push Red in the car, toppling her over, as Red tumbled head first into the back seat.

"Snow!" she exclaimed at her best friend's actions, as the other brunette got into the front seat. Emma slammed down the gas pedal once her mother's door was shut, leaving Charming and Hook stranded behind them, as they watched the women charge away.

"Come on!" David said to Killian, as he made his way to his van, encouraging the pirate to go with him.

In the meantime Emma stirred away, whilst Snow looked back at Red, to find her slightly glaring at her, so she mouthed an "I'm sorry" for pushing her over, causing the tall brunette to smile and shake her head. They were both suddenly distracted when Emma accelerated the car, causing them both to fall back to their seats and hold on. Snow's eyes shot open, terrified that they were going to crash.

"Emma … Emma slowdown" her mother muttered in fear, but Emma kept her eyes fixed on the road, prepared to make a right turn. The blonde jerked the stirring wheel, skimming past Leroy's truck, as Red and Snow let out a short gasp followed by a longer scream. Emma rolled her eyes, ignoring them, determined to get to the Mill's House as soon as she could.

"Oh Leroy would have been very grumpy if you hit his truck!" Snow exclaimed.

"But I didn't" the blonde smirked in a smug manner.

"Look!" Red shouted from the back seat, pointing to the sky ahead of them, as they observed shades of lavender, lilac and mauve, mixed with white and a touch of light grey, blast to the heavens.

"Come on!" the Saviour blurted out, slamming her palm against the stirring wheel, in frustration.

When they eventually made to the Regina's residence, the yellow bug's tires screeched at the sudden operation of the breaks, causing all three women to jolt slightly forward then spring backwards at the force. This loud noise alerted Henry, making him turn round to acknowledging however it was.

"Mom!" he called out immediately, leaving the door for the first time, to make his way down the passage.

Emma bolted out of the car, whilst Mary Margaret and Ruby sat still in their seat recovering from the fast and furious experience at the hands of Emma Swan.

"Henry!" she greeted him hurriedly, giving him a quick hug before getting to the more serious matter. "What happened?"

However Henry's lack of words and mumbling informed her that her son was clueless to what was going on, prompting her to wave her hand for him to stop talking, so she could speak in order to deal with the situation herself without any more time being wasted.

"Listen Henry, I need you to listen to me very carefully. I need you to go to the car, there's your grandmother." Henry was about to object, but Emma grabbed his arms forcing him to be more attentive. "Henry! Please! I need you to stay with her and not come near the house till I deal with this!"

The youngster eye's darted towards the house, watching the flashing light still shooting out of the roof, as fear, agitation and worry washed over his face.

"Henry …" his mother spoke softly but assertively, "Please, there's no time!"

With that Henry dashed towards his mother's car, finding Snow still inside it, who finally made it out of the yellow bug at the sight of Henry.

Emma content that her son was safe, made her way to the front door, and with a forceful swing of her hands, it shot wide open. She hurriedly stepped inside and was completely bewildered at the scene before her. Regina was collapsed on the floor, convulsing, gasping at the affliction. Her magic entirely uncontrollable, shredding the roof, snatching at the pieces of wood that once where joined holding the roof as one. The mass of the violaceous cloud was burning right through the ceiling, as well as yanking at the furniture, throwing it from side to side, and shattering every glass object in sight. The rampageous magic produced a deafening noise, making Emma cover her ears momentarily. Straight after that the blonde threw herself to the floor next to the brunette, alerting Regina of her presence.

"Regina!" Emma uttered with a great deal of volume so that the Major could hear her. She attempted to grab her arm but instantly withdrew her hand feeling a sudden shock from touching her.

"You can look but not touch Swan" she tried to joke, grimacing in pain.

Emma gave her a stern look, slightly shaking her head in disapproval. Thereupon she snatched Regina's arms at the speed of light so that the brunette would not be able to object or pull back. Waves of shock travelled up through her hands, up her arms, circling around her neck, down her spine, trembling her bones and flesh. She felt her whole physique go numb, like everything went still, yet also felt exhilarated as if her body was on overdrive. The blonde finally grasped hold of what was happening to her, and let out a groan of pain.

"Did you not hear me?" Regina glared at her.

"Oh I heard you. I just don't care." Emma affirmed smiling at her, letting the brunette know she is not going to let her suffer her alone. "I'm not leaving you. Ever. Never again Regina. I don't care what you say to me or how hard you'll try to push me away, cause I'm ready to pull you back to me."

Regina's sparkling eyes marvelled at the blonde, observing the sincerity in the emerald eyes, the warmth, the tenderness, and the faithfulness. She tried to process what was just promised to her, causing her heart to flutter, her breath to hitch, pulling her away from reality for just a moment. When the moment passed Regina opened her mouth catching her breath, whimpering in pain. Emma felt it too, but she tried to conceal her discomfort because of the brunette before her, but Regina could tell the blonde is feeling every bit of it too.

"I'm hurting you Emma" she muttered, almost in tears.

"I'm not going to let you suffer alone okay? Not letting you slip away from me!" she vowed, clenching her hands even tighter.

This was more than Regina could bare that day, and she let the tears fall from her eyes, slowly streaming down her face. She lowered her head to try and hide it but without any delay Emma lifted her chin back up.

"Look at me!" she spoke softly with a slight smirk. "Give me your hands" she demanded.

Regina was hesitant at first but with a forceful look from the blonde, Regina complied letting her hands slide across Emma's palms. They both clasped each other's hand tightly, looking fixedly at one another. Their suffering had not eased and neither had the tempest above their heads.

"What now?" Regina questioned raising a brow at her.

"We get your magic under control" the blonde said with a compassionate smile.

"We?"

"We… You have to grasp control of your magic Regina… and I'm going to help you. We're gonna do this okay? Together!"

Regina was tongue-tied, so she responded merely with a nod and a smile, teardrops falling when she blinked her eyes.

"Look at me … Just breathe. Listen to my voice … let it calm you down. Listen to the softness, let it ease you. Don't think of anything but my voice and your breathing. Breathe in … breathe out … slowly … steadily."

Regina listened carefully, following her instructions, letting her chest rise and fall slowly as she breathed in deeply, whilst Emma massaged Regina's palms with her thumbs.

"Good … keep breathing. Just relax … let yourself go. Think of Henry … he's right outside waiting to see his Mummy."

Regina's voice hitched at this, prompting Emma to interfere her thoughts.

"Shhh … just think about how much he loves you … how much you wanna hold him in your arms … how he makes everything worthwhile and how much joy and happiness he has brought into your life. Let that feeling take over. Let it replace all your fears, and pain, and wonder."

Regina was breathing deeply and slowly, focusing on her breathing as well as her love for Henry. Emma could see the whirlwind diminishing, letting her know her method was working, encouraging her to continue. She grabbed one of Regina's palms and pulled it close to her, placing it over her heart, never letting go of the other.

"Feel my heartbeat. Focus on bringing your pulse like mine. Regulate it and keep breathing slowly okay? Calm yourself. Let everything else just fall away."

The brunette was now breathing slower, her fist opening and closing, clenching at Emma's shirt then releasing it to lay her palm over the blonde's heart once again. Her eyes were closed concentrating on inhaling and exhaling, and on controlling her heartbeat. The Saviour raised Regina's other hand, the one that was still in her grasp, up to her mouth, and began to bestow the Major's hand with tiny soft kisses, between her words.

"I'm … here …and … I'm not going anywhere … I care about you … and I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

Regina's breath got stuck in her throat the second she felt the blonde's soft lips graze against her skin. She stopped breathing heavily, letting herself respire normally. She felt safe and protected, cherished and needed, tranquil and de-stressed. Just like that the hurricane that was once looming over them was now no longer present.

"Look…" Emma husked, causing Regina to flutter her eyes open. She looked around noticing the wreckage, but most importantly the lack of spell-working. She sighed letting her head drop, hanging from her neck, in relief. Then she fell into Emma's arms, her body sore and worn out.

"What took you so long?" she croaked, her head now in Emma's neck, making the blonde wrap her arms around her.

"You should have called" Emma muttered, removing Regina's hair from her face and curling it behind her ears.

"I did."

Emma eyes widened in confusion, but before she could question Regina, their son came darting through the door, running over to them. The moment the purple light in the sky had ceased to be visible and the loud noise came to an end, the young boy bolted from his grandparents and made his way over to the house.

"Mom!"

Regina pulled herself off of Emma to greet her son and embraced him in a tight hug. She held him with both arms, until Emma raised her hand to run her fingers through Henry's hair, prompting Regina to release one hand from Henry's body to gently take Emma's hand. She intertwined their fingers, pulling her close to her and their sons' body, as the three of them embraced in a family hug.

Quick note: Would you guys like to see the other characters (besides Emma and Regina) interact with one another like this chapter? Have some Henry/Regina moments and Charmings' moments, etc etc. Or would you rather have me focus just on building SwanQueen? Let me know what you guys think. I want to try and make you all happy. This is not just my fanfic, this is our fanfic :') Thanks so much for all the support as always, and yeah leave me your thoughts :D