'Do you believe in other worlds?'

The words immediately plagued Regina. She stopped breathing, she was so caught up in the question. She tried to play it off, "Do I believe in other worlds… Like the wonderful world of Disney?"

Emma rolled her eyes and yanked on Regina's hands that were trying to escape her body and more likely the bed. She held onto the woman's hands with a need only the woman would understand, "No… Like do you believe in other worlds like with The Butterfly Effect or The Nines or… something…"

Regina knit her brows and snuggled closer, "I'm not sure what you mean."

The blonde turned her head to look at her girlfriend, "Like, okay… Do you think it's possible that there are whole other worlds and people out there that are just like us but different? Or like do you think there are worlds out there of ourselves making the choices we'd wished we made? Or like do you think there are worlds that are left behind and we have no idea?"

Regina tensed at the last one, she swallowed and looked at her, "Do I believe in alternate realities?"

"Yeah…"

Regina shrugged, "I never say never; there's no telling what's out there." She pulled away successfully this time and looked at the wall, "Besides, I'd like to believe that somewhere I am the person I wanted to be, that I deserve happiness and love."

"You do deserve happiness and love… that's why I'm trying to make you happy and I'm fall—" Emma covered her mouth before she could word vomit all over the place.

Regina didn't say anything about the slip, instead she changed the subject, "Did you have that dream again?"

Emma nodded.

Regina settled back down behind the blonde, "Don't you fret. I'm trying for you, remember? I'm not evil; I'm not going to be evil, not as long as I have you." She hugged the younger woman tighter.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Emma and Ruby were sitting in Ruby's cell one afternoon. Ruby had been in a fight with Graham and she needed to cool her jets.

"So, what are you really asking me? If I believe in alternate realities or if I believe that I could be a fairytale character in one of them? Or, at the very least, M&M and David could be?"

Emma had given snippets of her dream to Ruby; she'd never said that she thought Regina was evil and she never said just what her dream was about, just that she knew that Regina was in it and she looked sad and angry and that Mary Margaret and David were in it and she picked up that they were Snow and Charming.

The blonde sighed, "All of the above, I guess."

Ruby stood and put up an index finger, "One minute." She walked out of her cell. She came back with Mary Margaret and Kathryn. She turned and knit her brows, "Where the hell'd Belle go?"

"You think that I'm Snow White?" Mary Margaret asked before anyone could comment on the missing girl.

"I—"

"You think that I'm Snow White and I'm in prison?" She looked off to the side, "That's sure an interesting twist to the fairytale…" The pixie cut woman crossed her arms and looked to the blonde, "Why?"

"Okay, I don't think you're Snow White." I believe it, She thought before continuing, "I've had the same dream for months now… and that's just what it is. I'm sure it's just because I know your face."

"Well how come it's not me? You know my face…" Ruby said.

Emma shrugged and before she could say anything more, Belle walked into the cell with knit brows, "Emma?"

"There you are!" Ruby slapped her best friend's arm.

"Hey, I found her…" Emma pointed to the auburn haired girl, garnering bored glares and giggles.

"Emma?" Belle asked with a smile on her face.

"Yes, Belle?"

"I was just talking to Gold, and he told me to tell you that everything you are thinking or believing is true… Whatever that means. He told me to tell you it's true and to not question how he knows it or what you're thinking and to just know it's true."

Emma knit her brows, "Why should I believe him?"

"Well, he kind of knows everything about everyone already, so I'd go with what he says." Ruby said, "Though, you didn't, you already questioned it…" A smile grew on her face and everyone else's.

After that conversation, Emma studied Regina. She began to study her like she was preparing for a final that would haunt her for the next 90 years. She really studied her. Every move, every breath, every look, everything.

She decided it was time to tell her about the dream and the book.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Emma sat with her back to the fire that night as Regina laid back on the couch and bounced the baby, tossed the baby and made the baby laugh.

"That dream that I keep having? The one you keep assuring me you're not evil because of?"

Regina set Henry on her lap from holding him in the air and looked at her, "Yes?"

"It was in that book…"

"Well, you just have an overactive imagination—"

"I don't." Emma looked up at her, "If you recall, I started having the dreams before I found the book. And everything is the same. Everything from the night the evil queen cursed everyone to a place with no happy endings is the same right down to the word choice." She huffed, "If I had started having the dreams after the book, it wouldn't be so frightening. Jesus." She muttered the last word.

"So, are you accusing me of being the evil queen?" Regina's tone was careful.

"Are you denying that it is a possibility? I mean, you hate Mary Margaret with a burning passion for no reason. Are you saying it's just a coincidence that I dreamed her to be Snow and then everything turn out to be pre-written?" The blonde was getting excited.

Regina stared at the blonde a moment, "Why would you, an outsider of all people be able to see all of this and put it together in a reoccurrence of the same dream?"

"Because I think that I'm the baby; I'm the 'Emma' that is supposed to save everyone. I came here on my eighteenth birthday…" She looked to her son and back to her girlfriend, "That's what Rumplestilskin predicted."

Regina swallowed a hard lump and moved off the couch with the boy in her arms and sat in front of Emma, "I don't know what you want from me…"

"I just want to know if you think it's a possibility… or if you think I need a straightjacket."

"I don't think you need a straightjacket." Regina didn't look at Emma for a long time. Instead, she looked at the top of the full head of brunette hair from the boy that sat in her lap. When she did look at the blonde, she knew what she was doing. She knew she was telling her all she needed to know… That Rumple was right, and she was the savior and she needed to save everyone.