Granny's was empty when the Swan-Mills family arrived, except for Granny, David, some random teenagers having milkshake dates, and of course, the newlyweds.

If Mulan and Belle hadn't texted them a picture of their rings, Emma wouldn't be able to tell they were celebrating a wedding. It looked like any other night at Granny's. Belle didn't appear to have a bouquet or any evidence of last-minute bride cluster-fuckery.

"Hey! Thanks for joining us!" Mulan said to her friends walking in.

"I—so, you guys…you're-" Emma started, not knowing exactly how to phrase it. She didn't want to outright say 'being completely ridiculous'.

"Married!" Belle chimed in. Mulan and Belle held up their rings again together. Emma and Regina were both stunned. This was real. They really went and go married, as though Storybrooke were the Las Vegas of the Northeast.

Emma and Regina both noticed that Granny and David didn't look shocked. They also were behaving like it was just another night out at Granny's.

"I suppose congratulations are in order. Please forgive us for not having a gift, but…short notice. The least we can do is buy a bottle of champagne?" Regina said, as though hosting an official university event.

Granny shook her head at "champagne".

"Sparkling wine?" The Queen tried to negotiate.

Granny shook her head again. Regina looked at the sniper in defeat.

"Okay, red wine from that suspicious jug in the back with a splash of coke for bubbles it is then." Granny nodded at that one, lining up glasses on the counter.

"So…you guys got married." Emma said out loud, since it was the phrase that was repeating over and over again in her head.

"We did." Mulan smiled again, holding up her wedding finger.

"So…I'm happy for you!" Emma forced out, the surprise not leaving her face.

Regina watched with Belle as Granny started on their drinks.

"So, is Mulan moving in with you?" Regina asked.

"What? I don't know. We haven't discussed moving in together." Belle said, caught off guard by the question.

Emma and Regina looked at each other. Spur of the moment decision; just as they had suspected.

"Well, usually that's what happens when someone gets married. You're a family unit now. You'd…usually it means you live together." Emma added in, trying not to completely spoil the celebration.

"And where are you going on the honeymoon?" Regina pressed further.

"We…um, didn't really think about that yet. We should go on a honeymoon." Mulan said, now thinking about all of the things she didn't before.

"Those are blue magic rings." Regina said, looking at the rings on their fingers. Mulan lowered her head and nodded. Clearly, the Queen was catching on to their situation.

Emma looked more closely at the rings. They were gorgeous. If they were chosen purely for aesthetics, Mulan and Belle did a nice job. The look in Regina's eyes, however, told the Savior that this wasn't just about choosing the proper blue swirl accents.

"It's interesting that you both chose the blue magic. You know, instead of all of the other, easier to obtain color magics for love. Isn't it interesting, Emma?" Regina said.

"It's pretty, I guess." Emma most certainly did not know whatever her girlfriend did about this situation. Mulan was her best friend, but almost like a sibling for Emma. A younger sibling who not only just recently went on her first date, but just learned how to have sex.

"We're in love. True love." Belle said, accepting her red wine monstrosity from Granny.

Regina looked at Mulan, who sheepishly had her head down, and Belle, who suddenly was very interested in her beverage.

"Mulan, when did immigration contact you?" Regina asked. Mulan puffed up for a moment to argue, before deflating and answering the question.

"Three days ago." Mulan said, playing nervously with her ring. It shot little tingles through her fingertips when she did.

Emma's eyebrows shot up as she looked at Regina.

"Mulan, when is your work visa up?" Regina pushed further.

"Next week." She said.

"Mulan! We renewed you for next year…your visa should be fine through next year at least." Emma said, now vaguely remembering everything they had to do with Inter-Realm travel to get Mulan here, as someone without citizenship in Fairytale Land or Storybrooke.

"You did. But she would have to go home for the summer. The visa is only good during the school year." Belle said, now that their plan was completely out on the table.

"You two! You could have just come to us. We would have found a way to extend it year-round. You two are bound together now! Do you know how much a magical divorce costs? Do you know what kind of bankruptcy that causes?" Regina said, more shocked that this was the plan Mulan and Belle had come up with than if it really were just a drunken decision.

"Mulan, did you just marry Belle for citizenship?" Emma asked with her jaw still hanging open.

"I didn't just marry her to stay. I love her. And we don't want to be apart, even for a couple of months." The Warrior answered.

Regina was now pacing with her plastic wine glass. She could not believe they had just done that. It was ridiculous. It was rash. Obviously, the two of them had no idea how these things worked. They also had no idea how powerful the particular bond was that they chose; it was why it was famous for citizenship marriages.

"So if you're not living together, what are you going to tell the immigration agents when they show up here to make sure you didn't just marry to skirt around the visa issue?" Regina asked.

Mulan and Belle looked at each other.

"Immigration?" Mulan squeaked out.

"Do you think you're the first person to marry for a realm card, Mulan? Yes, they check on these things. They're going to want to see that you live together. They're going to ask you questions. They're going to assume you love each other enough to know each other very, very well." The Queen explained.

Mulan quickly started assessing the situation. She really didn't want to move into Belle's house, still not enjoying that it was actually Rumple's, even though she had de-Rumpled it for the most part. She also still was in a cast, even though now it was a soft cast, but she still was in no condition for a big move. Her place was still being rebuilt from when she technically burned the kitchen down.

Mulan and Belle looked at each other at a loss. Maybe they hadn't thought this plan all the way through.

"So you two just decided to run and get married like it would solve all of your problems? Did you even go to pre-marital counseling? Who even gave you a magical bonding on such short notice?" The Queen asked.

"I did." Granny said. David, who had been their witness, shyly nodded. David's first act as Mayor had also been to sign their marriage license.

The Queen and the Savior both stared at the woman, not knowing what to say.

"Did you forget, Your Majesty, when you had me knighted?" Granny continued. She had enough of Regina's scolding. The couple very obviously didn't have everything figured out, but after much pleading from Ruby on Mulan's behalf, Granny agreed that if they had true love, they'd figure out a way to make it work.

"Oh holy shit." Emma said, putting her face in her hands.

"Granny's a knight?" Henry piped up from the end of the counter.


Setting up for graduation at Savior & Queen Knight University was a group effort; the professors were glad they had started a tradition where freshmen had to help out with senior events.

While there were only fifteen students graduating, they were expecting all of them to have guests in attendance. They expected half of them would choose to settle in Storybrooke on as members of the reserves, some already having jobs lined up as personal trainers at the gym, karate instructors, and similar positions.

Emma had been setting up rows of folding chairs before noticing that Regina had her hands up over her head, making the ice skating rink shake and quake.

"Baby, what are you doing?" The Savior strode over.

"It's too hot out. We're going to need air conditioning." Regina was clearly trying to move the entire rink operation over herself.

"Regina, they might want to—you know, use the rink later?" Emma said, pulling Regina's arms down. She pulled the Queen close to talk into her ear. "Everything is fine. We're set up. We're not in a crisis. There's no need to make a mountain out of a molehill."

"I could make a mountain out of a molehill. I bet it would be cooler on top of a mountain." Regina stopped her magic, letting Emma support her.

"It's not going to be too hot. There's supposed to be a nice breeze all day. If you get too hot, I'll fan you myself." Emma said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry to interrupt this moment, but if you all could point me towards your newest inter-realm newlyweds, it would be much appreciated." A familiar voice said from behind.

Emma and Regina had dropped jaws as they turned around.

Tinkerbell stood before them in her Realm Agent uniform, grinning.

It only took a moment before they exploded on her.

"Tink! You're back! You're okay! Where's Cupid?" Emma shouted excitedly.

"Tinkerbell! Nobody can see you—what are you doing here?! Everyone still thinks you're a fugitive!" Regina grabbed Tink and Emma, pulling them off to the side tent.

Once inside, Tink took off her hat.

"Did you guys think I would spend months in Neverland without a job? And I know I'm a fugitive, and technically harboring one."

"Wait, so you're really an immigration agent?" Emma asked. She tried to think back to all of the instant message conversations with Tink where she was only paying half attention. Something about looking for a job, blah blah blah, Cupid's depressed, blah blah blah, she thinks she knows what his problem is, blah blah blah…

"Yes, I am really an immigration agent. Cupid actually got me the job. They figured he would make a good recommendation when it came to someone investigating if a couple really was or was not in love." Emma and Regina moved in to give her a hug. At the end of the day, she was still their Tinkerbell.

"We have to have a Tactical meeting. We need to let everyone know you're not a fugitive, and we've known where you were all along. We can't have my parents arrest an immigration agent." Emma said when they pulled apart.

"Well, there's more. I was hoping we could negotiate." Tinkerbell stated.

"What exactly are we negotiating?" Regina asked, crossing her arms.

"I will approve the marriage as legitimate, and you will help Cupid and drop all charges against him." Tinkerbell stated strongly.

"Tink…do you know who the couple is that you're here to investigate?" Regina asked, annoyed that Tink had the nerve to show up with such a request. Then again, it was indeed Tinkerbell's special talent to annoy the Queen within five seconds of speaking.

"Of course I do. If you want Mulan to not have a visa expire, and my signature that their marriage is legitimate, you need to help me."

"Tink, they are legitimately a couple. You know this." Emma tried to reason.

"Really? So they would pass the same tests as any other married couple? They live together? If I ask them about family histories, life goals together, they'll pass? Here's a good one: Will Belle be able to tell me Mulan's last name?"

Damnit! Emma thought to herself. I still don't know Mulan's last name, and I'm her best friend.

"Let's say we consider this incredible act of treason, Tinkerbell. What does Cupid want?" The Queen asked, wanting this to come to a close as quickly and easily as possible.

"His heart back."


The graduation ceremony was going perfectly. Emma, Regina, Snow, David, Belle, and the freshman committee did a perfect job of setting everything up, complete with floral arrangements. The students sat perfectly straight in their military uniforms, as Captain John gave his valedictorian speech.

Everything was perfect, except Henry, sitting right in the front row in uniform, couldn't get Bandit to behave. The dragon was circling and growling. Henry looked around yet again and saw no threat.

"Bandit!" Henry whispered again. "Sit!"

What Henry hadn't noticed that the dragon did was that one trumpet player in the band right in front of the stage clearly didn't know how to play the trumpet. In fact, he didn't know how to properly hold the trumpet, and was faking his way through the songs. Bandit had also noticed that the man looked entirely too old to be in the High School's marching band. The man spent most of his time eyeing Regina.

Bandit sat, but continued to growl. Henry ignored him, until the procession of students coming up to get their diplomas while shaking hands with Regina started, and Bandit was tugging on Henry's leg.

"Bandit, what the hell?" Henry whispered out, getting more and more annoyed. The dragon pointed to the band.

Henry squinted, trying to figure out what the problem was. Did Bandit have a problem with obnoxious clarinets? Because nobody was enjoying that.

Or he could have a problem with the conductor, or with Cupid in the trumpet section.

Cupid's in the trumpet section! Henry finally saw it, his face dropping open in shock. That was the picture that was on all of the "Wanted" posters at the bank and the post office. That was the man who supposedly rode off to elope with Tinkerbell.

"Bandit. Watch my seat—good boy!" Henry put Bandit on his chair while he snuck over to the side of the stage right next to Emma, who was busy cheering and nodding as each graduate received their diploma.

"Emma! We have to get Mom off the stage right away." Henry said frantically.

"Henry, what is your problem? She's almost done." Emma hadn't even looked at him.

"Emma. Listen to me. Look at the band." Emma glanced over.

"Yeah, kid. They suck. We know."

"No, look at the trumpet section." Henry physically pointed her head back over to the band.

"Yeah, they suck the worst—oh. My. God." Emma said, her eyes going wide. "It's—oh shit!" Emma turned to look at Henry with a fresh dose of adrenaline starting to pump through her veins.

"Henry, I want you to go back to your seat and pretend nothing is going on. I'm going to handle this." Emma said in an erratic whisper.

"What am I supposed to do? Just sit there?"

"No. This sword that comes with your uniform?" Emma tapped the sword around Henry's waist. "If he tries to go after your mother in any way, don't be afraid to use it." Emma pushed Henry back towards his seat.

Emma put her hand on her necklace to communicate with Regina.

Cupid's here. Front row, in the trumpet section down in the band. Emma watched Regina's eyes glance down, then her face –for a split second- show panic. I'm moving to the other side of the stage to get my father. Stall. Keep the ceremony going until I've got him cornered. Emma saw Regina glance over and give her a small nod, returning to the podium.

"Before we congratulate our newest graduates, I thought we would share some of our favorite moments at S&Q Knight U together." Regina stalled both regally and with poise.

Emma was on the other side of the stage, with David and Snow. Mulan and Belle sat in the front row on the other side of the audience as Henry, but they could see that something was clearly going on. Mulan instinctually had her hand on her concealed pistol. She watched Snow book it with her bow and arrows to the back of the crowd and climb a tree. Now Mulan was concerned.

Henry also kept his hand on his weapon, ready to draw. Unbeknownst to the audience, Regina was also using a particularly long-winded Swanist sharing her favorite Emma moments to charge up her magic.

Emma and David watched Snow put an arrow in its place and draw the bow back, ready to fire. Emma went back to her side of the stage, on the left, leaving David on the right. The fugitive was now completely surrounded.

Emma touched her necklace again.

Okay, we have him surrounded. Regina, announce his arrest and tell him to stand up with his hands up.

The Queen nodded, as the student just kept continuing.

"And then Emma came into the cafeteria one day and bought us all cookies, 'cause she's the Savior and it was super nice-" Regina took the microphone.

"Thank you for that, Jessie. We all appreciate our Savior. Now, we have one last announcement to make: Cupid, you are under arrest. Stand up and put your hands behind your head." Regina looked right at him, so he knew the jig was up. As soon as the arrest was announced, Mulan and Henry both stood up with weapons draw. Emma and David started coming in from the sides.

He thought for a moment about trying to run. He was already breaking one promise to Tink, the one where he promised to stay home while she went to Storybrooke on business, what was one more break?

Cupid stood up slowly, dropping the trumpet to the ground. He looked around. He was completely surrounded. He identified the Queen on the stage, Emma and David to his immediate sides, and further down, a woman with a gun and a boy with a sword, all standing their ground.

He thought he could make it through the middle, if he ran fast enough, having no idea that's why Snow was sent to sit in a tree.

"Cupid, hands behind your head, walk out from the band area, and get on your knees." Regina ordered the man, still standing up investigating his options.

"Cupid, do what they say!" They heard someone yell from the audience.

Snow couldn't believe what she was watching from the tree. Tinkerbell was there as well! And she had on…a uniform? Snow adjusted the arrow so it was pointed at Tink in case this was an ambush.

Cupid was still not cooperating. The audience was all frozen in place, everyone panicked now that they knew the fugitive was in the crowd. Their whispers and murmurs could be heard non-stop.

Bandit thought this was way more interesting than anything they watched on TV at the house. He helped himself to the bag of popcorn the woman next to him had, since she was too busy watching the scene unfold to notice.

"Cupid, I mean it! You promised me you would stay home and let me handle this!" Tinkerbell shouted from the audience, clearly pissed at him.

"I couldn't! I…I didn't know if you would come back." He said in defeat, realizing how little of a man he sounded like when he said it out loud.

"Cupid, hands behind your head! Now!" Regina order. Emma and David had been creeping in the whole time, each now about four feet away on either side.

"Relax! I don't have any arrows." He said, starting to put his hands behind his head. He looked around for one last out of a path to run away, and finally did as he was told, seeing no out.

David and Emma had him cuffed, and as they started to drag him away, Bandit stood up knocking over his popcorn to clap. Soon, everyone followed suit.

"Storybrooke, welcome your newest members of the Royal Guard Fairytale Knighthood!" Regina announced, before running off stage after the arrested fugitive to the sounds of the audience cheering.


Snow and Tinkerbell had been in the interrogation room for a solid hour. David, Emma, Regina, Mulan, Belle, Bandit and Henry were now packed into the hallway outside, taking turns on checking in every twenty minutes or so to make sure Cupid hadn't broken out of his chains. Surprisingly, the usually uncooperative King of Valentine's Day wasn't putting up a fight under Tinkerbell's watch.

Tinkerbell was negotiating on Cupid's behalf. Snow had been chosen to negotiate for Storybrooke since she was voted most likely to keep a level head while every person in the hallway was either angry with Cupid, pissed at Tink, or both.

The group sat with their various weapons drawn at all times in case the door opened and it wasn't Snow trying to leave. However, they knew Snow was still going since they could hear Snow and Tink practically screaming at each other inside.

Emma sat across from Belle and Mulan, eyeing them.

"You do know that if you two had just come to us about your visa, Tink wouldn't have anything to negotiate with right now." The Savior scolded them. If they wanted to get married, fine, she would support them. But she suspected Mulan's paperwork was more of a driving force than their short-yet-sweet relationship so far. And now, they were probably all screwed.

"I still don't see how she does. She's still wanted in this town. Lock her up." Mulan said, angry that yet again her marriage was being called into question.

"She's an immigration agent, Mulan. She had diplomatic immunity now." Regina said, also irritated with their situation. If this interfered in any way with Emma moving in with her that week, she would ignore the immunity and obliterate the Fairy herself. After everything they'd been through in just this last semester, much of it directly because of Tinkerbell, the Queen was out of patience.

"Alright, Prince Henry. Your turn for someone to check on your grandmother." David said, looking at his watch, then at his grandson.

Henry nodded and drew his sword, knocking before going into the negotiation. Emma stood up as back-up, in case of a problem. As far as she was concerned, Henry was on the team, but still a rookie.

After less than a minute, Henry came out with his sword back in its sheath.

"They said they're going to be awhile, and they'd like a pizza sent in."

"It's a negotiation, not a hostage situation." Regina said dryly.

"No, now it's hostage situation. Grandma has Cupid tied up on her side and Tink is trying to negotiate him back to hers. The pizza is for Grandma." Henry said, amused by what he had just watched inside.

David smirked. "That's my wife. If we get her the pizza, I'm willing to bet she'll have Tink surrendered before bed."

Henry sat back down next to Emma, watching as David went off to fulfill his wife's request.

"How are you holding up?" Emma asked Henry. He knew she wasn't asking about the hostage/negotiation scene.

"I don't know. I haven't had time to really think about her. But I still feel crappy." He answered honestly. Emma smiled a bit, knowing exactly how he felt.

"Yeah, that seems to be how it works around here. One thing happens, then another before you're over the last." She said to her son. "Have you talked to her…since…"

"No. She said she needed space." Henry said sadly. He was appropriately distracted until his mother brought his recent heartbreak back up. He didn't know if there was even anything he could do or say at this point.

Emma and Regina looked at each other understandingly. He was going to have to work through his heartache in his own time, on his own. More so than joining Elite Tactical, this would probably be Henry's first test of adulthood.