Based on the following prompt from trueoutlawqueenlove1 on Wattpad: Do u know the film mamma mia? Well i was thinking if u could do a one shot about that u know Regina is Donna the mother of Sophie and Robin could be Sam. But there if u do the chapter could Regina know who Sophie's father is.

I've adjusted a few things. I've decided to make Sophie younger and forego the whole marriage aspect. Hope you all enjoy!

This has morphed from a one-shot into a multi-chapter story. I had originally called this "Dad Quest" but since that really only covers the first two chapters, I've changed the name. The story is not so much about Sophie's quest to find her dad now but about the family that forms once she finds him.

Thank you to everyone who supported this when I thought it was a one-shot and who wanted more! Please enjoy!


Dad Quest (Part I)

"School's out!" Henry Swan let out a whoop as they exited the school yard. "Two whole months of freedom!"

Lily Draco shook her head. "Not completely. Mom's insisting I be productive and so I'm going to be doing odd jobs around her office."

"Your mom is a lawyer. That's going to be cool," Henry said. "And I did manage to convince my mom to go to a basketball camp this summer. What about you, Soph?"

They turned to the third member of their group, Sophie Mills. She sighed, tugging on her braided black hair. "I'm going to be helping Ms. Belle at the library. But there is more…"

She glanced around and then motioned for her friends to get closer. Henry and Lily leaned in as Sophie dropped her voice to a whisper. "I am going on Dad Quest this summer."

"Dad what?" Lily asked.

Sophie sighed. "I'm going to find my dad this summer."

"Why?" Lily stopped walking, facing her best friend. She crossed her arms. "You haven't needed him for ten years. Why bring him into your life now?"

Henry glanced around. "Why don't we continue this at our clubhouse?"

"Good idea, Henry." Sophie started walking ahead. She glanced over her shoulder at her friends. "Coming?"

After picking up snacks, the three friends settled into their clubhouse in the woods near the Mills' house. Lily settled in a worn beanbag chair, staring at Sophie. "So, why do you want to find your father?"

"We're all friends because we're children of single mothers," Sophie began.

Henry interrupted. "I think we're friends because our mothers are friends."

"Because they're single mothers," Sophie reiterated. "Now, I'm not saying our mothers aren't amazing because they are. But haven't you ever wondered about your father?"

"No," Lily said.

"Yes," Henry admitted before shrugging. "But with Mom getting closer to Killian, I've been fine with not knowing."

Sophie smiled. "Glad things are working out with him. But I wonder about my dad and I want to know who he is. I feel if I meet him, I'll understand myself a bit more."

"We're ten, Soph. That's a bit young to be having an identity crisis," Lily said.

Henry nudged her. "If Sophie wants to find her father, we should support her. That's what friends do."

"You're right," Lily sighed. She turned to Sophie. "Sorry. So, how are you going to find your father?"

"I'm glad you asked." Sophie smiled, reaching into her backpack. "Mom's been cleaning out the attic and I found this while we were up there."

She held up a picture, taken on a beach. Her mother, Regina, stood in the middle of a group of people as they smiled at the camera. "This was taken the summer before I was born. Specifically, a little over nine months before then. Meaning it's highly likely that one of the guys in this picture is my dad."

"But which one?" Henry asked.

Lily leaned closer, pointing to a curly haired man standing next to Regina. "Isn't that your Uncle Graham?"

"Yes," Sophie said. "I don't think he's my dad. Mom always gets quiet and tense when I ask about my dad. Why would she be like that if he's been in my life the entire time?"

"Good point. Besides, I don't see any of him in you," Henry said.

Lily rolled her eyes. "She's the spitting image of Aunt Regina, Henry. I doubt we'll see any of her father in her."

"You never know," Henry shot back.

"GUYS!" Sophie waited until her friends looked at her. "Look, Uncle Graham is coming over tonight. Since I'm pretty sure he's not my dad, maybe he can help me identify these men. It'll be a start and I'm going to need your support. Can you do that?"

Lily and Henry looked at each other before nodding. "We'll always support you, Soph. No matter what happens," she said.

Henry put his hand in the middle. Sophie and Lily placed theirs on top of his. "Here's to Dad Quest," he said.


"Uncle Graham!" Sophie threw herself at the man, who caught her easily. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. "I'm so glad to see you!"

"I can tell," he laughed. He set her down on her feet. "You're getting a little too big for that, I'm afraid."

Sophie pouted. "Never."

"Sophie? Is that you?" Her mother, Regina, walked into the room. She still wore her tan skirt and cream silk top from her day as the town's mayor. But she had her fuzzy slippers on, promising a quiet evening at home. Sophie loved those.

She kissed her mother's cheek. "Hi, Mom. How was your day?"

"Busy, what with the festival coming up." Regina smiled. "But I'll tell you about that over dinner. You go wash up and then meet Uncle Graham and me in the dining room."

"Yes, Mom." Sophie hurried to the bathroom and washed her hands as fast as she could. The smell of her mother's lasagna hung in the air and her stomach rumbled in anticipation.

She slid into her seat at the table, across from her mother and now next to her uncle. "It smells great, Mom."

"It does, Regina. You didn't have to make anything special for me," Graham said.

Regina waved him off. "Nonsense. Lord knows what you eat out there in the woods, all alone."

"I eat fine," Graham stressed. He worked in the state's gaming commission and preferred to live out in the woods rather than even a small town like Storybrooke. While Sophie herself often preferred to spend time in the woods, she enjoyed civilization a bit more.

Regina served both of them large servings of lasagna. Conversation flowed between them and there was plenty of laughter. When they had eaten their fill of lasagna, she excused herself to fetch the dessert.

Sophie seized her chance, pulling out the picture and showing it to Graham. "I need to ask you about this."

"Where did you get this?" Graham took the picture from her, frowning.

"I found it in the attic."

"What do you want to know?" he asked, suspicion coloring his words.

She dropped her voice, afraid her mother would overhear. "Which one is my father?"

Graham was saved from answering as Regina returned with her apple cobbler. He hid the picture, stuffing it in his pocket to Sophie's dismay. But she said nothing as her mother dished out their dessert, only saying she wanted ice cream instead of whipped cream on hers. As she spooned the delicious cobbler into her mouth, she plotted to get the picture back from her uncle.


That night, after Sophie had gone to bed, Regina stood at the sink washing the dishes. Graham sat at her kitchen table, an open bottle of beer in front of him. "I wish you would let me help," he said.

"You're a guest. Guests don't help."

Graham sighed. "I'm more than a guest, Regina. I'm a friend. And friends do help."

"I'm fine." She glanced over her shoulder at him. "I'm almost done."

He gave up, recognizing a losing fight. After all, he and Regina had been friends for over ten years now. They were almost like brother and sister at this point. He knew when to push her and when to back off. Now was one of those moments to back off, especially with what he had to discuss with her when she was done. Graham took a swig of beer, hoping for a little liquid confidence.

"Graham? Is something wrong?" Regina slid into the seat next to him, frowning. "You're awfully quiet."

Graham pulled out the picture Sophie had given him, sliding it across the table to her. "Your daughter found this."

Regina picked up the picture and her mouth dropped open. "I forgot this was in the attic. This definitely brings back memories."

"It was one hell of a summer."

"You can certainly say that again." Regina smiled as she laid the picture down.

Graham took another sip before his next comment. "She knows."

"Knows what?"

"That her father is in the picture."

Regina frowned. "You told her?"

"No. She did the math, Regina, and figured out that she was born nine months after that summer. She asked me who it is."

"What did you tell her?" She was panicking, breathing fast and eyes going glassy.

He took her hand. "Nothing."

She let out a relieved breath. "Good."

"I think you should tell her."

"No."

"She deserves to know."

"Know what?" Regina stood, pacing the kitchen. "That I fell for a pair of bright blue eyes, an accent and flowery declarations of love? That I believed his promises of forever? That forever turned out to only be until the leaves changed colors? That he never contacted me again, even after I told him I was pregnant? That he abandoned both of us?"

Graham stood, pulling her into an embrace. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dredge up this old pain. But I do believe Sophie deserves the truth. She's growing up."

"I know," Regina said into his shirt. "But how do I look my little girl in the eyes and tell her that her father didn't want her?"

"I still can't believe it. It just doesn't seem like the man we befriended then."

Regina pulled away, wiping her face. "Yeah, well, he fooled us all."

"Maybe he's changed his mind. Maybe if you and Sophie reach out, he'll want to be her father now."

"And what if he doesn't?" Regina ran a hand through her hair. "She's at an impressionable age. Who knows what that type of rejection will do to her?"

"She deserves to know."

Regina nodded. "I'll tell her in a few years. When she's old enough to handle the possible rejection."

Graham didn't say anything. He just sat back down to finish his beer. Regina though took his hand in hers. "Please, Graham, I need you to promise me that you won't tell Sophie who her father is."

"I promise, Regina."

She kissed his cheek. "I'm going to turn in. Will you be okay?"

"Yes." He smiled at her. "Good night, Regina."

Once she was gone, he picked up the photograph again. An idea came to him—he wouldn't tell Sophie who her father was. But it didn't mean that he couldn't leave her a few clues to help her figure it out on her own.


Uncle Graham's visits were always too short in Sophie's opinion. She sat on the front stoop, watching as he packed his beat up car. He walked over to her, sitting down. "Come on, Soph, it's summer. Smile."

"I wish you could stay longer," she said.

"Me too." He nudged her. "Hey, maybe later this summer I could take you, Henry and Lily camping?"

She smiled at last. "I'd like that."

Graham nodded and she grew serious again. "Did you think about what I asked you?"

"Yes. And I spoke with your mother."

"You didn't!" Sophie's eyes grew wide and she stood. "She'd never approve."

Graham nodded. "She didn't. Forbade me from telling you who your father is."

"Of course she did. She never wants me to find out." Sophie sat down, slumping over. "It's not fair."

"That's not true. She just wants you to be a bit older."

"That means never, Uncle Graham."

"Well, it doesn't mean I can't tell you who your father isn't." He sighed. "I'm not your father, Sophie. I would've been honored, though, had I been."

Sophie sighed. "Well, I guess that's a start."

"Well, there may be something to help you in your clubhouse." He winked before hugging her. "I'll see you soon, Soph. I promise."


Sophie raced toward the clubhouse with Henry and Lily on her heels. They called for her to slow down, but she wanted to discover what Uncle Graham had left for her there. Especially if it could help with Dad Quest.

Bursting into the wooden structure, Sophie found the picture resting on the table. She picked it up as Henry entered behind her. He panted, hands on his knees. "What is it?"

"Uncle Graham promised Mom he wouldn't tell me who my father was." Sophie turned to face her friends, the picture in her hand. She was smiling. "But he didn't promise her he wouldn't tell me who was in the picture."

She flipped the picture over to reveal little Post-It notes covering it. Each had a name and was placed under everyone in the shot—male and female. Lily nodded, impressed. "Your Uncle Graham is pretty clever."

"Yep. So that means my father is either Will Scarlet, Keith Nott or Robin Locksley," Sophie announced.

Lily frowned. "So how are you going to figure out who is the lucky winner?"

"I think I need to go to the library," Sophie said. "Anyone want to come with me?"

Both shook their heads, saying they had their own activities to go to. "But why don't we meet up at the ice cream shop this afternoon?" Lily suggested.

"Agreed," Henry and Sophie said.


Sarah Walker, the owner of the ice cream shop, smiled as the three friends entered her establishment. "If it isn't the Three Musketeers. I was wondering when I would see you this summer."

"School only let out yesterday, Ms. Walker," Lily said, leaning up against the glass display case.

Sarah laughed. "And I expected you five minutes after school let out."

"Sorry, Ms. Walker, but we decided to do something else," Sophie said. "But we'll more than make up for it now."

"I'm sure you will. Now, I hope your orders haven't changed. Chocolate chip mint for Henry." She handed him the cone and he thanked her.

Lily leaned forward, challenging Sarah. "What do you think I want today?"

"Hmm." Sarah also leaned forward, scrutinizing the girl. She then turned to her stock and put together a cone. "One scoop cookie dough, one scoop chocolate."

"You're good. One day, though, I'll trip you up." Lily took the cone and thanked her, moving aside so Sophie could have her turn.

Sarah handed her a cone. "Ever faithful to rocky road."

"Why mess with perfection?" Sophie beamed. "Thank you, Ms. Walker."

"You're welcome. See you three tomorrow?"

Lily shrugged. "Probably. This is the best ice cream in town."

The three took their ice creams and left the store. "Want to go walk along the promenade?" Henry suggested.

Sophie and Lily looked at each other and nodded. "Sounds good," Sophie said, licking her ice cream.

The promenade ran along the beach, giving people a great view of the ocean that bordered Storybrooke. During the summer it was packed with people and this day was no different. The three friends weaved through runners, dog walkers and parents with strollers as they walked along.

"So I did some research in the library today," Sophie said. "And I found the addresses for my three possible fathers."

Lily looked impressed. "Nice work. But now what are you going to do?"

"You can't just send them a letter saying they might be your father," Henry added. "They won't believe you and think it's just a scam."

"I've thought of that and hit upon the perfect solution. The Summer Festival."

Her two friends stopped and stared at her. Lily sighed. "I'll ask it. How is that the perfect solution?"

"Because of the ball," Sophie answered as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. When she realized it wasn't, she explained: "Mom always invites some of the local business owners to it, you know, to try and convince them to invest in Storybrooke. All three of my potential fathers have businesses in the area."

"So you sneak their business names on your mother's list and hope that her name lures them here," Henry concluded.

Lily nodded. "Never mind. That is the perfect solution."

"Of course it is," Sophie said. "Now I just have to sneak their names onto the list without Mom noticing."


The Summer Festival was the busiest time of year for Storybrooke. Regina hated that she had to spend two weeks of her daughter's summer vacation constantly on the run, but Sophie was always an understanding girl. "You always make it up to me later in the summer," she said over dinner. "By the way, where are we going for vacation this year?"

"It's a surprise," Regina lied. She hadn't had time to plan one yet. Just another way she was failing her daughter this year. Perhaps Ruby could start looking into that for her.

Regina tucked some of her hair behind her ear and smiled at her daughter. "So, how are you enjoying volunteering at the library?"

"It's good. Miss Belle is really knowledgeable and it's kinda fun to look at some of the old records." Sophie leaned closer. "Today, she showed me something called microfiche. Have you ever heard of that?"

"Yes, I have. I had to use it for quite a few college presentations."

Sophie smiled, leaning closer. "What was college like for you?"

"I enjoyed it a lot," Regina replied. "It was my first taste of freedom and I enjoyed being able to make my own decisions. I also made some great friends, like your Aunt Kathryn, who made the experience all the better. But I also learned a lot, which is important."

"Of course." Sophie rolled her eyes.

Regina let it slide as she sipped her wine. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because you don't really talk about when you were younger," Sophie said. "Grandma was the only one who told me any stories and now she's gone."

Regina paused, her mother's death still fresh. She and Cora hadn't had the greatest of relationships, but it had improved after Sophie's birth. It was as if something had switched in Cora when she became a grandmother. She was loving and generous toward Sophie and helped Regina whenever she could. It had come as a shock when her heart had given out, leaving Regina and Sophie reeling.

Putting down her wine glass, Regina took her daughter's hand. "Well, that's going to change. I may not be able to tell you everything, but I will try to tell you more."

"Except who my father is."

"Yes," Regina said. "You do understand I have my reasons, right?"

Sophie nodded, though she frowned. "Are you going to tell me them?"

"When you're older."

"Figures." Sophie crossed her arms.

Regina sighed, praying her daughter would understand when she was older. Until now, there was only one thing to do. "How about some pie?" she offered. "A la mode?"

"You're trying to bribe me?"

"Are you really going to turn down pie and ice cream?" Regina raised an eyebrow.

Sophie shook her head. "You know my weaknesses too well. I don't know yours."

"Yes, you do." Regina tilted her daughter's head up, kissing her forehead. "I love you, Sophie. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Throwing her arms around her mother's neck, Sophie hugged her. "I love you too, Mom."

Regina hoped her daughter understood her reasons to keep the truth about her father a secret for now. Maybe she would even stop asking, at least for a little bit.


"Mayor Mills? Are you busy?" Ruby knocked on her office door. "Do you have time for some questions about the festival?"

Regina glanced up. "All my time right now is devoted to the festival. Come on in."

"Great. There are a few invoices I need you to review and sign. And the catering hall sent over the menu for the ball for you to finalize." Ruby handed her the menu.

She glanced over it. "When do they want this back?"

"They said tomorrow, but I'm sure they'll give you a day or two."

"Well, look at this. Regina Mills, Mayor." A tall, lanky man with dark hair cut short and a smirk on his face leaned against her door. "Who'd have thunk?"

Regina's mouth fell open as she took him in. "Will Scarlet? Is that you?"

"Absolutely." He held out his arms, doing a little spin as he approached her desk. "It's been too long."

"It has." Regina stood, hugging him. Ruby made her excuses and hurried from the room, closing the door behind her.

Will took a seat in front of Regina's desk as she continued to smile at him. "What brings you to Storybrooke?" she asked.

"This." He pulled out the invitation to the Summer Festival. "I got it the other day, saw your name and figured I should come and catch up."

Regina took the invitation and looked it over. "You own the White Rabbit animal shelter?"

"Yeah. Finally got off my arse and did something good, right?"

"I'm so proud of you," Regina said, putting the invite down. "And if I had known you owned it…well, this invite might've come a few years earlier."

"If I knew you were the mayor, I would've visited sooner." Will leaned back. "You see anyone else? You know, from the old gang?"

"Kathryn and I still keep in touch and visit each other when we can. And Graham's with the gaming commission, so I see him periodically here in Storybrooke. Cru and Ursula send e-mails or postcards every so often, but nothing consistent. As for the others, no. You?"

"Not as many as you," Will said with a chuckle. He grew serious, regarding Regina with a calculated look. "I'm still close to one person. He didn't go back to England either, Regina."

She fell silent and Will pressed further. "I don't get it. What happened between you two?"

"What does he say?"

"Won't talk about it," Will said. "And I'm getting the sense you're not going to either."

Regina shrugged. "Not much to say. It ended."

"I don't believe it. Not the way you two were. There has to be more to the story." Will frowned.

Her door banged open as Sophie charged into the room. "Mom, can I sleep over at Aunt Mal's? Please?"

"Sophie Cora Mills, what have I told you about knocking?" Regina glared at her daughter.

Sophie bowed her head. "Sorry, but it was kinda an emergency."

"A sleepover with Lily is not an emergency."

"Aunt Mal needs an answer like now and Ruby's not putting any of your calls through."

"That's because I'm meeting with someone." Regina motioned to Will.

Sophie turned to him and grew sheepish. "Oh, sorry."

"That's okay. Name's Will Scarlet." He held out his hand. "Your mum and I go way back."

"Cool. Welcome to Storybrooke," Sophie said before turning back to her mother. She clasped her hands together. "So can I sleep over at Aunt Mal's? Please?"

Regina sighed. "Okay, you can sleep over at Aunt Mal's. I'll let her know it's okay."

"Thank you, Mom! You're the greatest." Sophie hugged Regina, beaming. She then turned to Will. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Scarlet."

"You too, Sophie. I hope I see you around more." He watched as she left, closing the door behind her. Will swiveled back in his seat. "She has his smile, complete with his dimples."

"I know," Regina replied, softly. "She has his heart too, the desire to help those who can't help themselves."

Will nodded. "I'm glad you didn't try to deny who her father was though I doubt she knows. He certainly doesn't or he'd have told me."

"I sent him a letter. He never responded. That told me everything I needed to know."

"But that doesn't make sense. He adored you and I really thought if anyone could be together forever, it was you two. And he's a great father to Roland…"

"He has a son?" Regina didn't know why that thought sent her spiraling into sadness. "And a wife, I assume?"

Will fell silent. "I think you should talk to him. Tell him about Sophie. He has a right to know."

"He forfeited that right ten years ago." Regina stood. "If that's all, Mr. Scarlet, I have a phone call to make."

He sighed, standing as well. "Please, Regina. It's been too long and I would love to be your friend again."

"I'd like that too," she admitted softly. "How about dinner? Tomorrow night? You, me and Sophie."

"Sounds great."

"There's just one thing. You can't tell Sophie about her dad."

Will nodded. "I get it. You should be the one to tell her. And I can only promise that I won't tell him while I'm Storybrooke since this is something I shouldn't do over the phone. But once I leave…"

"I understand," Regina said softly. There was a chance she would have to tell Sophie sooner about her father but reminded herself that there was a greater chance that she wouldn't. That he wouldn't want some summer time fling ruining the perfect family he seemed to have now.


Sophie dropped her overnight bag and sleeping bag in Lily's room before crowing, "Dad Quest is off to great start."

"What do you mean?" Lily raised an eyebrow as she laid on her bed. She rested her chin on a pillow.

"One of my candidates is sitting in Mom's office."

Lily sat up. "Really? Which one?"

"Will Scarlet." Sophie jumped on her friend's bed. "He seems pretty nice and he's British."

"So you could be British?"

Sophie nodded. "I could be related to the royal family!"

"Woah there. I think you're getting ahead of yourself. He might not be your dad after all."

"I know. But he might be able to tell me more about who is."

"If Aunt Regina doesn't convince him otherwise," Lily pointed out.

Sophie sighed. "True. But I have a really good feeling about this. I think Dad Quest may yield the desired results."

"I hope so." Lily scooted closer to her friend. "I know I gave you a hard time before about this, but I really want you to find your dad too. I just hope you're happy when all is said and done."

"Me too," Sophie whispered. "Me too."