"I can't tell you that Ms. Mills, I'm sorry."

Regina was silent for a long moment, then nodded, "Thank you for your time Doctor," she paused as if she was going to say something else, then simply nodded. "Thank you."

The Doctor led Regina towards the waiting room of the clinic. "I'm very surprised that your son found this other women at all. Our files are very secure."

"He's very resourceful."

The Doctor stopped in the doorway to the waiting room. "For what it's worth, I hope that you find the answers you need, for you and your son."

Regina nodded and the Doctor turned on her heel, going back down the hall. Regina stood still for a moment, then went to one of the empty molded plastic seats and sank into it. She held her head in her hands.

"Miss… are you okay?"

Regina looked up at the nurse manning the check in desk. "I just need… a moment…"

The nurse gave a sad smile, "Of course, of course," and went back to her work.

Regina resumed her position and stared down at the floor, concentrating. She'd never tried to mix magic with modern tech. There wasn't a whole lot of modern tech in Storybrooke to try what she was going to do next on. She wasn't sure what would happen, especially since she wasn't in the friendly to magic confines of Storybrooke.

And then she was in.

She nearly sat up in surprise when she actually found something. Slowly she lifted her head and after a moment she stood and left the clinic.

oOOOOo

"Oh- what are…"

Robin didn't let Emma speak anymore, putting a hand over her mouth. "Just… listen." He stared at Emma for a long moment, who finally nodded and Robin let go and took a step back. "I- I'm sorry for my rough…"

Emma waved a hand at Robin, "I accept, blah, blah, blah… Get on with it."

Robin glanced one way, then the other. "My wife is alive."

Emma frowned, "Didn't she… die in childbirth or something?"

Robin shook his head, "No, she was put to death by… by the Queen."

"Snow?"

"Regina."

"Oh…" Emma paused, "Why do you think she's alive?"

"Zelena told me."

That only caused Emma's frown to deepen. "Robin…"

Robin put a hand up to stop the Sheriff, "Hear me out. I went there- to see her, after Regina…. but before she died." Robin waited for Emma to interrupt him, but when she didn't he continued, "I asked her straight out if my Marian was still alive."

Emma shook her head, "Wait, wait. Why would you even think to ask that question?"

Robin paused for a moment, "She didn't want to kill Regina. She wasn't subtle about letting us all know that, she wanted to have her whole life destroyed, and, Zelena thought that that would be taking me away…."

Emma finished his thought, "And what better way to do that was to bring back your true love."

Robin looked over at Emma, a surprised look on his face, "I didn't…"

Emma rolled her eyes, "I may not have quite the obsessive knowledge of fairy tales and tall tales that my son…" She paused and frowned for a half a second before continuing, "As Henry does, but, I did read "The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood of Great Renown in Nottinghamshire" by Howard Pyle. More than once in fact." Emma paused, then gave Robin a half a smile, "Although, the kid did throw me for a loop. So… you want my help to find your formerly dead wife?"

"Yes, I would be eternally grateful."

Emma seemed to be going over one part of the conversation they'd just had in her head, "You said, Zelena thought that taking you away would hurt Regina… Why thought? You don't think that losing you to your wife would destroy her? "

Robin regarded Emma for a long minute before answering, "You know why it wouldn't have worked Emma. Perhaps it would have given her pause, but, destroyed… not because she lost…" he paused again, "...me."

oOOOOo

Regina sat in front of one of the computers in the Phoenix Public Library's Central branch and stared blankly at the screen in front of her. She could have pretended that it was the effort that it had taken to pry the information from the clinic's servers. But, it wasn't. She was just tired of everything. She was tired of fighting alone against whatever came next, be it the disdain of her fellow Storybrooke citizens, or whatever monster popped up next. She was tired of being alone. She'd thought that she'd found a way to remedy that problem, but, as much as she wanted it to work for Robin and her, she could feel in her soul that it wasn't. While she had come to some sort of balance when it came to Daniel, her love for him, and his death, Robin hadn't with Marian, not by a long shot.

She shook her head, trying to get some blood back into her brain and placed her hands on the keyboard. She'd start with a simple Google search of Henry's supposed Mother's last name. A smile almost came to her face as she saw the World Cup inspired Google doodle. She typed. 'Sonnentsuki', and blinked in surprise as multiple results came up. The first one seemed to be a PR announcement of some sort. Apparently a Angra Sonnentsuki was playing a gig not to far away. She and a band called Death to Snow White.

The smallest of smiles came to Regina's lips as she filed those facts away, and tried another link. One that she wasn't sure she wanted to see. As she read through the news article her face went more and more slack. This wasn't good. It wasn't good at all. And Regina had thought that Emma was bad.

She glanced at the clock at the bottom of her screen. She could definitely make it to the concert. Then, in person, she'd see if she was going to leave Arizona with Angra Sonnentsuki in tow or not.

oOOOOo

He hadn't wanted them to come, but, like it or not, David and Snow had tagged along to the Storybrooke Library. He could practically feel them not believing his story, and that was their right. He had killed a lot of people in his life as The Dark One, but he hadn't killed Zelena, and he was going to prove it.

Belle looked up, and blinked in surprise, "Oh. Hello."

Rumpelstiltskin got right to the point, "Belle. They need to see my dagger. The one I gave to you."

Belle frowned, "You can't have it. No one should control the Dark One."

David gave his gentlest smile, "Not take it."

Snow nodded and continued her husband's thought, "We just want to make sure that you still have it. And that it's real." She turned to Rumpelstiltskin, "Will you be able to tell if it's real?"

"Yes."

Snow pinned him with a look, "And will you be telling the truth?"

Rumpelstiltskin stared right back, "I would not lie to Belle. To the rest of you perhaps, but not to Belle."

Belle's gaze bounced from one person to another, and finally settled on her husband, "Rumple, what's going on?"

Rumpelstiltskin smiled as much as he could at Belle, "There appears to be someone going around town pretending to be me."

"Oh no."

Rumpelstiltskin held out his hand, "The dagger, please."

Belle nodded quickly and pulled her purse towards her, "Of course. I don't let it get far from me." She took it out and handed it to Rumpelstiltskin. "Here." She paused, "Is it real Rumple?"

Everyone watched as he closed his eyes for a long moment, then opened them. "Yes, it is." He handed Belle back the dagger. "But that presents us with a problem. There is only one instrument that could kill Zelena like that- other- than my dagger."

Snow groaned, "Let me guess, The Black Fairy's Wand?" Rumpelstiltskin nodded. "Well that's just peachy." Snow handed Little Neal to David, "Okay. Here's what we're going to do. Rumple and I are going to go find the Blue Fairy and squeeze the truth out of her."

David smirked for just a second, "That's an image."

Snow rolled her eyes, "And you two are going to make absolutely, positively sure that the dagger and the black fairy's wand are the only two things in this world or our old world or any world that could have changed Zelena into pottery. Sound good, good." She kissed David and started towards the exit. "Well, are you coming or not Rumple?"

oOOOOo

Regina got to the venue early. Although venue may have been too generous a word. It was a bar, and not a very well maintained bar. There was only one person up on stage, although it looked as though it was set up for a whole band. More specifically the person on the stage was sitting on the edge of the stage, her legs hanging down, and her guitar in her lap with its cords arrayed behind her.

She was a young woman, right around thirty or so as Regina would have guessed would be her age. She had shoulder length brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, and she had visible tattoos on both arms. Although Regina couldn't see what they were from where she stood at the bar. The woman's eyes were closed and she seemed to be warming up. Playing what sounded like a riff on the guitar that hung from her neck.

After a moment a guy jumped up on stage and whacked her on the shoulder, saying something to her. She opened her eyes, glancing up at him and laughing. She stopped playing for a moment as he sat down behind the keyboard. She looked back, and spoke a bit louder, "You ready?"

The guy smirked, pushed a couple of buttons on the keyboard, a regular drum 'beat' started playing, and then he started playing as well. What they were playing almost immediately came to Regina. She was surprised that she knew the song, she knew very few pop songs from this land. To be fair, a good portion of the ones that were actually good songs had come and gone before she'd even arrived in 1983.

This one she'd caught on Archie's radio show in the years before her original curse had been broken. There was something about it that had struck a chord somewhere deep in her. It was a herky jerky sort of riff, but the underlying chord progression on the organ in the original Booker T. & the M.G.s version just seemed to always be moving forward. Sometimes in that first year when Emma kept trying to yank Henry from Regina with whatever force she could find Regina would just set "Green Onions" to repeat and try to block out the rest of the world.

Regina nearly jumped when a voice spoke from her shoulder. "You gonna drink somethin' or just stand there looking pretty?"

Regina gestured up towards the stage, "Is that… Angra and Death to Snow White?"

The bartender grunted, "That depends."

"On?"

"You some sorta FBI gal lookin' for her, or an ex?"

Regina still didn't look back at him, "No."

"Ah, no to?"

Regina finally turned halfway and met the bartender's gaze, "Both questions."

The bartender studied Regina and stroked his blond and bushy mustache. "Yeah, yeah, that's her. You sure she doesn't owe you money? You seem like the type she might owe money, or something."

Regina turned away from the stage, "Is she sober?"

The bartender's eyes narrowed, "Why do you care? I know you're not her sponsor. She ain't got one." Regina stared at the bartender for a long moment, never blinking. "Yeah, yeah, she's sober. Been that way for three years."

"Since she got out of jail."

As the bartender spoke it almost sounded as if the words were a reflex not consciously spoken, "Not jail, prison."

"There's a difference?"

The bartender seemed to try to stare into Regina's soul again, "Yeah, if you're me or Angra, jail is where you wait 'til you go to prison. You gonna drink something or not?"

"Green Daemon."

The bartender laughed, and not too nicely, "Hilarious, what do you really want?"

Regina gave him one of her most evil of evil queen stares, "Did I stutter?"

The bartender studied Regina, then shrugged, "It's your funeral lady. You want the cherry too?"

"Sure…"

She looked up as there was movement on stage, two more guys joined her and the drummer on stage. One was as tattooed as Angra, although she could see clearly that his all seemed to be devil based. He sat down behind the drums. And the other looked as though he'd barely started shaving. He picked up a bass guitar and spoke into the microphone.

"Hey, hey, hey. Welcome. We are Death to Snow White. Nope, we will not tell you why, well… some of us will if you provide the right incentive, and yes, I mean sex… Enjoy." There was laughter in the audience and the kid smirked, "The show…"

It was a pedestrian melody, but the words weren't bad. Regina still wasn't sure why the band's name was Death to Snow White, but, listening to them didn't make her want to stuff her ears with cotton. And there was something about Angra, something that seemed familiar. Something that was niggling at the edge of Regina's mind, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Regina sat through their whole set. And to the bartender's amazement she downed the entire Green Daemon (and ate the Cherry) without blinking an eye. She didn't move a muscle until all their sets were over and they were starting to pack up. She pushed away from the bar and approached Angra who was her guitar away in its case. "Angra Sonnentsuki?"

Angra didn't look up, "Whatever bill it is I'll pay it by next Monday, plus, I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to dog me like this."

Regina shook her head, "I'm not a bill collector."

Angra still didn't look up, "I don't now. I saw you staring at me for the entire show. So, you want something." Finally she closed her case and looked over at Regina. "Whoa, you're gorgeous. Woman, you can collect whatever you want from me."

Regina raised an eyebrow, "That would be inappropriate."

Angra snorted a laugh, "Damn straight it would be inappropriate in oh so many ways." Regina stood there, her arms crossed over her chest and didn't respond, "You don't get flirted with too much do you…"

"Regina… Regina Mills." She paused, "Are you the Angra Sonnentsuki who…"

Angra put up a hand, interrupting Regina. "Just… give me a sec, okay?"

Regina took a step back, "Of course." She went back to the bar and watched as Angra talked to the three men for a moment. She got a slap on the back from the keyboardist, a shoulder squeeze from the guy that looked like a kid, and a stern look and concerned word or two from the fellow tattoo addict.

She slung her guitar case over her shoulder and walked up to Regina. "Outside okay?"

Regina inclined her head, "Of course. Lead the way."

They were silent as they walked outside and Angra beeped open an early 2000s Toyota Corolla sedan. "You have a normal car…"

Angra glanced over as she stuffed the guitar into the trunk. "Ah, okay?"

Regina shook her head, "Never mind. Your… bandmates, they don't know?"

Angra closed the trunk and leaned against it, her arms crossed over her chest. "I was 18."

"Is one of them the father?"

"Nope. He was a drunk at a party I went to. I was very very drunk too, don't even remember having sex. You're his adoptive mother?"

Regina nodded, "I was, am… yes."

One side of Angra's mouth almost curled up into a smile, "That sounds complicated. I don't want complicated. That's why I wanted a closed adoption." She tilted her head to one side, "Do you drink?"

"Not to excess, no."

"You beat him."

Regina bristled, "Never…"

Angra paused for a long moment, "You, ah, do you love him? Like, totally?"

Regina made sure that she met Angra's eyes before she spoke, "I would die for him, yes."

Angra nodded, "Good. Now, I can get in my car and go home. You can get in yours and go back to… wherever you came from."

"No."

Angra looked Regina up and down, "Yeah, that's not going to work, and, I don't think…"

Regina took a step forward and put two fingers on Angra's mouth, she stopped talking. Tried to speak a word and nothing came out. She stared at Regina, daggers in her eyes. "From the way that you are reacting I would say that you know that magic is real. I'm not sure if you know who I am, but know this, I am not to be trifled with. My son Henry thought that he found his birth mother three years ago. He didn't. There was a mix up at the clinic. So, what we're going to do is go back to Storybrooke, and we're going to rectify that."

Angra was silent for a moment, then raised a finger, surprisingly not her middle, but her index finger. Regina let go the silence spell. Angra cleared her throat a few times before she spoke, "How do you know you didn't get it wrong this time?"

"Because, while my son is fallible in this area. I am not. I would prefer that I be his only mother. But… he wishes to know his birth mother, and like it or not, you're it." She paused, "And, there is something about you that reminds me of him… and…" She frowned, "...someone else as well."

"Who?"

Regina shook her head, "I don't know."

Angra was silent for a moment, "Why don't you just… go home. This woman who your son found, do they like each other? Is she happy to have him in her life?"

"Yes."

Angra frowned, "Then why the hell do you want to screw that up?"

Regina sighed, "Because I'm a glutton for punishment apparently. Look, you're coming with me, whether you like it or not."

Angra tried to stare down Regina. It didn't work. So she tried another tack, "I'm bringing my guitar."

"I assumed you would."

Angra frowned, "You know that…"

Regina nodded, "It will cost me an arm and a leg to get back to Maine. Yes, I am aware of that fact."

Angra sighed, "Well, it's gotta be cooler up there during the day than down here. Do you live on the water?"

"The town is on the water, yes."

Angra took a step, then another until she was nose to nose with Regina, "And, you don't use magic on me again…. ever."

Regina didn't move, but did look down at Angra's arms. "If I had to take an educated guess on the matter, you could have broken my spell."

Angra smirked, "Yeah, right…" She raised an eyebrow, "So, first class all the way?"

Regina smirked right back, "Perhaps for your guitar…"