Mulan and Belle were impressed that their headless bellhop led them flawlessly through Philip and Aurora's haunted castle without actually having his eyes handy to see where he was going. It was minute five of their honeymoon, and already they were impressed with their service.

That is, until they reached the check-in desk.

Aurora had elected to be at check-in herself that day, after Snow and Charming had booked Mulan and Belle's honeymoon, paying up-front as a wedding gift to the couple.

"Hi again, Aurora! It's so lovely to see you again. We can't tell you how excited we are that the honeymoon suite is finished and ready for us to try it out –I didn't mean…that didn't come out the way I intended." Belle said, deciding then to shut up for her own good.

"Hi. Belle. Mulan." Aurora said with a coldness that one would expect from a prosecuting attorney, not from a friend on their honeymoon.

"Here's your key to the honeymoon suite. Headless Harold already took your bags up, so you can just go right to the spirit channel." Aurora had stopped looking either of them in the eye after barely acknowledging their presence, slapping their room keys down on the counter with finality.

"And if you have any problems, don't hesitate to call the customer service line." Aurora added curtly, before busying herself at the desk.

"Okay…thank you. Maybe we'll see you later?" Mulan asked. Aurora nodded, not bothering to even look back up at her friend.

Mulan looked at Belle, seeing that she had also noticed Aurora's abruptness. The Warrior was hoping in her head that someone hadn't leaked to Aurora what they were really on their honeymoon to do.

"I guess we should head up then." Belle said, giving a very pissed looking Aurora one last glance, and when she still received a cold-shoulder powerful enough to require a cardigan, she took Mulan's hand and headed to the channels.


"And this…will be your room." Snow said, showing Cupid and Tinkerbell the spare bedroom.

"Really, Snow, it's not a big deal for us to stay at my old house here. It probably just needs a little dusting. You and Charming have a nice little space here and we don't want to impose." Tinkerbell said with the gracefulness of a perfect guest, causing both Charming and Cupid to wince.

"Tink, this isn't charity. You're here so we can watch you. You're both under minimum security arrest until this is sorted out and Mulan and Belle find his heart, if that's even the truth." Snow said. She had a ninja star shoved down the back of her pants for a reason, and that reason was that she was currently running a youth hostel for wayward fairies.

Tinkerbell was immediately offended. She was a good fairy. She had been the Mayor, for Savior's sake. She was helping someone, and Snow was putting her on house arrest? Cupid stepped in before the Fairy could blow her fuse.

"Sweetheart, let's look at it as an opportunity for a vacation. Look! Egyptian cotton." He said, pointing to the bedding. He looked around the room. It actually was a step up from their Neverland hideout; much closer to the lifestyle in which he had been accustomed as a king. If they had a gourmet coffee selection, he would be the happiest little fugitive on earth.

"Tink, let's not make this a negative thing. We agreed to help you both, in exchange for certain things while this is getting sorted out. Win-win, right?" Charming tried to smooth everything over.

The Fairy shot him a glare. While she understood that she had been gone long enough to lose her position as Mayor, she didn't like that she would have her replacement shoved in her face everyday that she was in Storybrooke.


Henry had become obsessed with logging onto his chat forum whenever he found himself alone with Emma's laptop. PrettyPrettyPrincess had quickly become Henry's best friend, to the agitation of August and the other teenagers from school who hardly ever even saw Henry anymore.

"She fences! She likes fencing too!" Henry said out loud.

Bandit was getting bored. He brought his Frisbee over to Henry, jumping up next to him and dropping it in his lap.

"Bandit! She likes fencing too!" Bandit growled, and nudged Henry's arm.

Henry looked down at his pet. He hadn't been giving him much attention, but he didn't know how long his princess would be signed in for.

"Buddy, I'm sorry. I know you want to play. Just give me like ten more minutes. I'm trying to find out where she lives." Henry gave the dragon a sorry look, knowing he was being neglectful.

Bandit hopped down, sticking his tongue out at the Prince, before making his way upstairs. He had to find some way to entertain himself.

Ah, Regina's closet. The dragon clapped and jumped when he found a whole new way to keep himself occupied; a way he had always dreamed of. And by always, he meant since Henry had created him just a few short days earlier.


Emma and Regina returned home at the end of the day, hearing Henry playing video games on full-blast volume from the den.

"Henry! Bandit! We're home!" Emma called out. She was still getting used to calling it "home", not having officially moved in yet, but was making an effort.

"I guess he's feeling better." Regina said, peeking into the room, seeing Henry playing a game while happily munching on some Reese's. She didn't even care that he had started on candy before dinner, she was simply happy that he seemed to be moving on from the break-up. School was now out; the last thing she wanted to see was her son moping about all summer, missing out on a few windows of freedom he would have between his princely training sessions and official business.

Regina headed upstairs to change out of her office attire and throw on what Emma liked to call her Evil Yoga Pants, because the Savior thought her backside looked devilishly delightful in them.

Regina opened her bedroom door, stopping with a startle. She simply paused with her mouth open, with Bandit's mouth hanging open right back at her. She quickly backed out, leaving the dragon closed inside without even saying a word.

Regina went back downstairs to Emma, who was in the den attempting to make small talk with Henry while he played his game. She appeared in the doorway. Once Emma made eye contact, she motioned her over.

"Yeah, babe. What's up?" Emma asked.

Regina didn't say anything yet, not having the words to process exactly what was going on. She simply pulled the Savior up the stairs to her bedroom, opening the door and pushing Emma inside.

Bandit immediately froze, mid-lipstick application, now being caught for the second time in two minutes.

Emma's mouth was now in the hanging-wide-open-club. Sitting at Regina's vanity mirror was a very scale-y black and purple dragon, wearing one of Regina's mini-skirts that fit him as a full-length skirt, a bra as a tube top, with a lady's hat on, applying his make-up.

Emma backed out of the room, much as Regina had done moments earlier, closing the door.

"I…I don't know. I don't know what to do here." Emma said, still processing the image of the dragon. Does it count as drag if it's an inter-species standard?

"Is this the dragon equivalent of chewing up shoes? Because I did not give him permission to use my nail polish on those claws. Especially not my favorite color." Regina said, her mouth still hanging open.

"I…is he allowed to do that?" Emma asked. She knew if anyone usually had borrowed Regina's things without asking, the Queen would immediately have a bulls eye tattooed onto his forehead.

"I—I guess he's not causing any harm." Regina said after a moment, still processing the strangest dragon-related image she had yet confronted in her life.

The Queen looked at Emma, and they both nodded and rushed back down the stairs, not able to yet erase from their minds mini-dragon-Regina.


Snow and Charming sat in their kitchen, trying to ignore the childish giggles and wrestling noises they heard coming from Cupid and Tinkerbell's room.

"She's not even sorry. YEARS of history, David. And she just up and left like it was nothing." Snow said, stirring the tea she had yet to bother to take a sip of.

"Snow, she didn't run away. She left to try to help him. To help us." David knew Snow was entirely too agitated at the moment.

"She left without clueing us in. When Tinkerbell ran for Mayor, who backed her? Who was up all night making an ad campaign with her, going door to door to tell people why a Fairy would make an excellent Mayor? When she started dating Emma, who was her shoulder to cry on during their many, many arguments?" Snow White went through their long, long history together.

"How much of that was out of guilt, Snow? You knew Emma didn't love her." David was starting to worry for Snow's cup. Clank, clank, clank; the woman continued to stir in irritation.

"I did know that. And I still supported them, as uncomfortable as it was for me. I'm tired of it, David. The story of Tinkerbell in Storybrooke has been about a Fairy who has only cared about herself. She has never cared about how her actions hurt other people. We get Cupid his heart back, and as far as I'm concerned, she can cart her pixie-dust ass right back to Neverland once we're finished." Snow wasn't even looking at Charming as she spoke, instead choosing to side-eye the closed door to the spare bedroom.

David sighed. Once Snow was set off on something, he knew he had very little wiggle room. He just hoped it didn't come to Snow physically shoving the Fairy into a portal, since he knew if she was angry enough, she would do just that.


The doorbell rang at the Charmings residence at exactly noon, not a single minute before or after. This let Snow know right away that Regina was the one dropping Henry off, not Emma.

"Mom, why can't I help Emma move in with us? I can carry heavier boxes than you." Henry said, never one to be too royal for an occasional whine.

Bandit seemed quite pleased that they were visiting somewhere new. He mostly stayed in the house or went with Henry around town, but had never been to the Charming household. By the time Bandit had moved in, the castle renovations were just about finished, so he had never stayed in a regular house. Henry had packed like a teenage boy: Emma's laptop, and a Mountain Dew. Bandit had a full bag packed with Regina's old wardrobe for dress-up, coloring books, and a ball. The dragon started clapping when he heard footsteps approaching the door.

"You and your pet will be back for our first family dinner together in our castle. I just would like to move Emma in myself. I know it's difficult to understand, Henry, but it's important for us. You'll just have to trust me on that." The Queen was relieved when Snow opened the door.

Bandit wasted no time running inside with his bag, heading straight for David in the living room. Snow watched the creature with his collar on run inside.

"Hi Henry! Regina, is that thing…housetrained?" Snow asked, not sure if she was using the correct terminology. Did dragons use litter boxes?

"I just walked him an hour ago. He's good for awhile. And I brought his treats." Henry took a bag of M&M's out of his pocket.

Regina slanted her eyes at her son. "Right. For Bandit." Regina said, not believing for a second those were the dragon's treats. She was actually relieved at the little lie; it meant Henry was getting more and more back to his old self. Henry let himself inside to follow Bandit to his grandfather.

Regina turned to go back to the car and meet Emma at her old apartment. This was going to be a big day for Emma. She anticipated various possible responses.

She thought about what could happen on the way over. She knew there was a possibility that Emma would be sad. She was, after all, leaving her own place and while Regina had quite a bit of remodeling done with as much input from Emma as possible, Emma was still moving into an already established household. She wanted Emma to be herself, not on her best behavior in a strange home. While she had stayed overnight, it was never more than three or four nights a week, still fully maintaining that she had separate space.

The other possibility, one that she thought would be more likely, would be emotional shut down. She knew there was a good chance that if moving stirred up any unresolved childhood issues, Emma wouldn't voice them right away. Regina knew to be on the lookout for any signs of Emma emotionally checking out to get through changing homes.


Emma and Regina packed up both of their cars with Emma's things, with Emma electing to leave the furniture. There was no reason to move furniture into an already furnished home, including some pieces that she had Regina had spent the week picking out together so the home would have more "couple selected" pieces.

They worked mostly silently, smiling at each other nervously as they passed each other going to and from the car. Regina had it organized so the boxes had written on the outside what room they were to be parked in for unpacking, with most being for the bedroom, or some DVDs and games going to the living room.

The Queen had vetoed Emma's kitchen box altogether, after seeing the Savior packing up mostly plastic utensils and disposable cups that seemed to just keep getting re-used, even full well knowing Emma could afford to buy real dishes on a university salary. It was like Emma had just grown so accustomed to moving frequently that she never invested in anything permanent, not necessarily as a conscious thought process, but out of habit.

Once the last box was brought up to the bedroom, Emma just kind of shuffled around. She wasn't sure if she should start packing right away or if Regina had anything planned for them for the day. Regina broke the silent shuffling.

"Was that the last box?" She inquired.

"Yup. I'm all in." Regina thought the phrase was interesting, knowing she meant much more than the status of a few boxes and bags.

"Good. Then let's really move you in." Regina took Emma's hand, dragging her back down the stairs to the kitchen.

"I am really moved in. Wasn't that the idea?" Emma really had no idea what her girlfriend meant. Emma found herself in the kitchen, face to face with Regina behind the counter, with the Queen holding both of her hands.

"Emma, tell me where we are."

"The kitchen." Emma said. If she were going to be quizzed, at least it was going to be a simple one. She hoped the next question was about the location of the bathroom. She absolutely had that down pat as well.

"Wrong." Regina answered.

"Umm…okay. We're in the mess hall?" Emma asked, watching Regina smile but shake her head. "The…grand castle royal food chamber hall?" Regina shook her head again. "Pizza-tastic headquarters?"

"No. You were closer the first time. We're not in the kitchen. We're in our kitchen." Regina looked at Emma with meaning behind her gaze. The Savior caught on smiling back.

"We are. We are in our kitchen." Emma corrected herself, smiling back at Regina. She knew that nobody outside of herself and Henry ever got to see Regina's sweet, sentimental side.

Regina leaned in to kiss Emma, wrapping her arms around her neck. She pulled back to look at Emma's face.

"Where do you like your kitchen things?" Regina asked. Emma was back to a blank stare.

"I like my kitchen things...in the kitchen. Our kitchen, I mean." Emma really had lived in many houses, but it was clear to Regina she never put together a home. Regina took her hand and walked Emma over to the cabinets.

"I mean these. Do you like where the cups are? Can you reach things easily? Do you care that I keep the knives right next to the stove instead of the counter? Where do you want to us to keep things?" Emma looked at the cabinets. Everything looked fine. She had popped down many times in the middle of the night for a glass of water without encountering any troubles.

However, she was starting to understand what Regina was doing.

"Regina, everything is in a good spot here. I'm already used to where everything is. I could be blindfolded and still grab a glass of juice, see?" Emma covered her eyes with one hand, and used the other to open the fridge. She reached in with her eyes covered, going right for the juice.

Except this time it wasn't juice. She had grabbed a beer. She uncovered her eyes to find that an entire shelf had been vacated, and Regina had replaced it with a case of beer and some of Emma's favorite munchies.

"Cool! Regina, I have a shelf!" Emma said, about to pop open the beer before Regina stole it away.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, Emma. I'm just not very good at being expressive right now." Regina put the beer away. "You don't have a shelf, the whole thing is yours. Everything in here should be just as much what you want it to be and where. You don't have to buy things thinking about if they will fit on 'your shelf'. We're not just roommates." Regina explained, before kissing Emma again. The Savior had to admit, so far this was her most favorite moving experience. She wondered just how many kisses she would get out of the experience.

"Indulge me. Close your eyes." Regina pulled Emma close when she shut her lids. "Picture us down here every morning together. Like we do now, but every day. This is where our family stops every day at the end of the day on the way in. This is where you make us coffee in the morning, and where we chat when we pretend our son isn't listening to us, and where we sort our mail…it's ours, Emma." Regina was speaking so low that when Emma had her eyes closed, she could picture each and every item. She had images in her head of them prancing through the kitchen on weekends with Emma making coffee while her girlfriend put together pancakes; the way they playfully swatted each other with spoons and spatulas, where Regina would spread out the newspaper and Emma would pretend she wasn't reading it over her shoulder. She could feel each of these things.

Regina felt Emma hold her tighter.

"I get it. It feels like ours. It feels like a home." Emma said. Regina kissed along her cheek, fluttering small pecks down her jawline, before taking her hand and moving them to the living room.

"What about in here. What do you see?" Regina asked, pulling Emma close again. She had found over time it was easier for them to have emotional conversations as physically close as possible; it gave Regina reassurance that Emma wasn't going anywhere or being taken away, and Emma the comfort of knowing that someone actually cared about her. Emma closed her eyes without prompting this time, keeping Regina's hands in her own.

"I see us having our family movie nights, where we pretend that we don't like that Henry melts chocolate and pours it all over the popcorn, but then we have as much as he does anyway. I see us cuddled up under blankets together in the winter…hey, do you know what would be really cool in here? Maybe we could get another fireplace, like the one in the study. Maybe just one of the little electric ones?" Emma asked, getting excited.

"Then you and I should go fireplace shopping before the winter and have it put into our living room, because I very much like the idea of us in here snuggled under a blanket at night." Regina said. Emma was getting it. She was really, really getting it.

"And one more thing." Emma let go of Regina, motioning for her to stay in the room while she quickly ran upstairs.

When the Savior came back down, she had a stack of picture frames. They were all plane wood, some stained with black, some sandy-blonde, some cherry or cedar, but they all fit nicely into the existing space. Regina looked at what Emma had brought down.

They were all combinations of Emma and Henry, Henry and Regina, or Regina and Emma. There was one large one that had all three of them, that they had posed for at one of Tinkerbell's many, many town fairs before they were dating, but after the War and they had already grown close. Regina took it from Emma's hands, going over to a table that had up a random forest painting, and replaced it with the family photo. She stayed looking at it, running her fingers over the picture that had three wide, happy smiles from last fall.

She felt Emma's arms wrap around her waist from behind so they could both look at the photo and its new home. They simply stood content, the Queen allowing herself to be held, running her hands up and down the Savior's arms, while Emma went back to the snuggled-under-a-blanket fantasy, with a full fireplace. She broke out in a grin when the image grew into a thought: she wasn't dreaming; this was her life now.

Almost on cue, Regina turned in her arms, starting a slow kiss. The Queen made an effort to feel and notice every inch of the Savior's lips as their mouths opened and closed against one another. She rested her hands on the blonde's shoulders, letting Emma decide when they would add their tongues. She loved the feeling of Emma's arms around the small of her back. Emma never simply left her hands on her waist, instead always pulling Regina in and wrapping herself around the woman's full body, a feeling that gave Regina comfort.

They let the kiss die out naturally, in no rush to end. After all, this was their home now, and they could kiss whenever they wanted, anywhere, for however long they wished.

"Did I pass the test?" Emma asked, assuming the quiz was finished.

"I'm not sure yet." Regina responded smiling. She took Emma's hand, and started to lead her to the bedroom.